Whose daughter doesn’t feel sorry for her? What's more, the little princess is only 6 years old and has to do things that adults can't do.
"Little niece, look how cute this hedgehog is."
The unknowing little emperor brought a hedgehog over the next day. He originally wanted to tease Liang Yue, but he didn't want Liang Yue to shrink directly behind the mad king.
"Take it away! Have fun! Don't let me see it! Ahem..."
Gu Huaijiu turned around and took his daughter into his arms. He had already guessed in his heart, but he didn't say anything.
"Do you want another rabbit?" The little emperor put the hedgehog in the cage angrily.
"Gu Can! You! Ahem...are you trying to piss me off?"
There were tears in the corners of Liangyue's eyes. She felt that this child did it on purpose!
Of course the little emperor didn't mean it, he was the one who really wanted to make Liang Yue laugh.
It just flipped over again.
"Where have you gone? Didn't you like small animals the most in the past?"
The little emperor was confused and had to order someone to send the cage back.
"Ahem..."
Although Liang Yue had been detoxified by the flower wine, her body was still weak. She had a high fever all night yesterday and was particularly afraid of the cold.
This is the first time in five years that Liang Yue has been sick for so long. In the past, she could recover on her own when she was unwell, but this time she recovered more slowly.
Liang Yue sat obediently next to the Crazy King. The Crazy King had long noticed that something was wrong with Liang Yue, but the imperial doctor could not diagnose anything and only prescribed some medicine to treat wind and cold.
Liang Yue drank the medicine silently, then lay down in Mad Father's loose robe, half-squinting her eyes to see Mad Father approving the memorial.
Tao He'er brought Liang Yue's jade pillow and a small blanket, so Liang Yue stopped shivering from the cold and coughed unbearably. Liang Yue tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and her fever had not gone away. Liang Yue finally found a slightly more comfortable position and finally fell asleep.
The Mad King frowned, picked up the memorial and put it down, put it down and picked it up again, and finally overturned the table.
The little emperor was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva wildly. The palace people were even more frightened and fell to the ground to apologize.
The Mad King waved his hand and cleared everyone out.
Everyone was relieved, and the little emperor wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Brother Huang is so angry!"
Tao He'er pulled the little emperor to the atrium outside the palace and said, "Your Majesty, please don't cause any trouble. The girl has never suffered this much when she has grown up. Of course the prince is anxious!"
Tao He'er looked around and saw no suspicious people, and then said: "Your Majesty and our girl grew up together, didn't you notice? The girl has changed since she came back this time!"
The little emperor nodded: "He has changed! He has lost weight and seems to be particularly lethargic."
"What you're looking at is all about the body. Didn't Your Majesty notice that the girl's eyes..."
Tao He'er said, pointing to her eyes, "In the past, the girl's eyes were very bright. No matter who she was talking to, they were always shining, as if there were stars in them. But if I look at them today, the stars are gone."
The little emperor scratched his head, feeling ashamed that even a maid could see it so clearly, but he didn't even notice it.
But inside the palace, the Mad King finished his anger, kicked off the mat, and when he turned around to hug his daughter, he moved gently to avoid crushing the child.
"Liangyue..."
The mad king touched his daughter's forehead and saw that her brows were slightly furrowed and tears were hanging from the corners of her eyes, which made the iron-clad man feel sour in his heart.
"Where did you go? What did they ask you to do?"
The Mad King sighed, put his daughter back on the couch, sat next to her, and held her hand.
This hand is not as chubby as it was a few days ago.
The Demon Lord's curse mark on Liang Yue's palm was glowing slightly, but her breathing was very weak, accompanied by occasional coughing.
The Mad King blamed himself for what he said that day, which was not his intention. He just didn't want her to get involved in his affairs with the Marquis of Bei'an.
He shouldn't have said that, he thought she just went out to relax out of anger.
After not seeing each other for a few days, it felt like several years had passed. My daughter's whole person, from inside to outside, from her temperament to her complexion, was completely different.
Where did she go?
In other words, Hua Niang, where did she go? What kind of monster did you catch?
what happened!
"Crazy dad..."
Liang Yue, who was mumbling in her sleep, called out softly. The Mad King put his ear close to her, but he only heard his daughter uttering one long word: "It hurts..."
Liang Yue's palms were a little wet. Gu Huaijiu thought it was sweat. He looked down and took a breath of surprise.
The curse mark on Gu Liangyue's palm was oozing black blood! In such a short time, the skill was lost.
The black blood was like black ink, flowing straight into the Mad King's heart. He instantly understood why his daughter was so weak.
This is poisoning.
Gu Huaijiu sat on the bedside, picked up his daughter and put her head on his leg.
My daughter was shivering, not only from the cold, but also from the pain!
"I was wrong……"
The girl murmured and sighed, and after saying these three words, she couldn't stop crying.
"You're right! You can't be wrong!"
The mad king blurted out, but after he finished speaking, he realized that his daughter couldn't hear him at all.
Gu Huaijiu wiped away the blood with his sleeve. The black blood seeped into the black robe and into his heart and eyes.
The black blood only flowed for a while and then dried up. It seems that the remaining poison has been cleaned out.
The curse seal became bright again, soft light enveloped Liang Yue, and her face gradually turned rosy again.
Gu Huaijiu stared closely, not daring to relax. He had always known that Liang Yue had the ability to heal herself, but he was still worried.
When I came back from Bei'an City, my daughter was almost one year old, but she was too thin. Other people's children were tossing and turning, and she couldn't even sit down for a while.
Even though she pampered her and never stopped taking supplements, at the age of 6, she was only as tall as an average 4-year-old child.
This has always made Gu Huaijiu feel unbearably guilty.
During the days in Bei'an City, he was sometimes crazy and not crazy, and his memory was also intermittent. He only knew that after the Zhang family fire, Chu Ziyang became even more angry when he saw that they were not dead, and took them to the quarry.
He was locked up in the dungeon during the day and worked at night, while his daughter stayed in the dungeon and never had time to bask in the sun.
For three-nine days, the dungeon was so cold that ice formed on the walls. The girl had no cotton-padded clothes and no food to eat, but she managed to survive.
Even though she lived a life worse than a pig or a dog, she never cried like she did yesterday.
Gu Huaijiu was not only angry, he also hated himself for being unable to control his temper and always scaring the children.
She always bites her lip, hides in the corner like a kitten, and secretly glances at her face.
I really couldn't stay any longer, so I ran out to relax, and when I came back, I looked like a normal person.
In the past, Gu Huaijiu thought that the child was too young to remember things, let alone hold grudges.
But now Gu Huaijiu only feels that he is hateful and wants a child to accommodate this madman!
"Crazy dad..."
It was Liang Yue's call, this time, it was clear and powerful.
Gu Liangyue sat up. She seemed to have had a long, long dream, but what was she dreaming about? She doesn't remember anything.
"I seem to have forgotten someone..."
Liang Yue shook her head, still unable to remember what she had just dreamed about.
However, there was a strong sadness that turned into her tears and flowed down uncontrollably.
The mad king wiped away his daughter's tears and hugged her. Seeing a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, he asked softly: "Is it still cold?"
