The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

Xiao Shixun looked at the whispering Su Fuliu, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Tinglang, I miss you so much, I really miss you so much...you hug me..." Su Fuliu began to cry.

Xiao Shixun reached out to wipe the tears overflowing from the corners of Su Fuliu's eyes, it was so hot that it burned his fingertips.

"Cough cough..." Su Fuliu coughed a little out of breath, he firmly grasped Xiao Shixun's sleeve and said, "Tinglang, I feel so bad, am I... going to die..."

Xiao Shixun frowned, and then looked at Imperial Physician Xing: "Why don't you treat him soon?!"

Doctor Xing was already taking Su Fuliu's pulse, and his brows were also raised high: "How can the son's pulse be so chaotic..."

"Didn't you catch a cold and have a fever?" Xiao Shixun asked.

"There is also wind and cold, but why is the pulse condition so chaotic!"

As soon as Doctor Xing finished speaking, Su Fuliu coughed twice, sprayed Xiao Shixun all over with a mouthful of blood, and then lay there gasping.

"Jinger——!" Xiao Shixun exclaimed.

Although he is not afraid of death, he also thought about dragging Su Fuliu to die with him.

But when he saw that Su Fuliu was really about to die, he was afraid again.

He was not afraid that he would die with him, but he was afraid that he would never see him again.

"Jing'er, Jing'er... You, you can't have anything to do. I don't want you to die. I want to be with you. Actually, I don't want you to die at all. I don't want to. You are my only hope, Jing'er !"

Xiao Shixun held Su Fuliu's hand tightly with one hand, and wiped the blood from the corner of Su Fuliu's mouth tremblingly with the other hand, his eyes were full of fear and fear.

"Hurry up and save Jing'er, if Jing'er dies, you will all be buried with him, and you will all die!" Xiao Shixun roared.

Doctor Xing also broke out in a cold sweat. He also wanted to save Su Fuliu, but his medical skills were limited.

He tried his best, but Su Fuliu didn't get any better.

"Your Majesty, I really can't do it alone, I'd better quickly call Imperial Physician Qu and Imperial Physician Zhang together!" said Imperial Physician Xing.

"Go, look for it!" Xiao Shixun roared.

Doctor Xing hurried to the door, and said to Yuan Sichen, "You have quick legs and feet, go to the imperial hospital quickly, and call imperial doctors Zhang and Qu, you are dying soon!"

Yuan Sichen's eyes widened with astonishment, and he subconsciously looked at Qin Shi.

But at this moment, Qin Shi couldn't bear it anymore.

Before Yuan Sichen had time to reach out and grab him, he had already run in: "Ah Liu——!!!"

Xiao Shixun turned his head to look at Qin Shi, and saw Qin Shi rushing over, grabbing his lapel, pulling him up, and then pushing him away.

Qin Shi sat by the bed and looked at Su Fuliu, who was tortured and inhuman, with a piercing heart. He gently hugged Su Fuliu, as if holding a fragile treasure, so carefully.

"A Liu, A Liu, don't scare me, open your eyes and see, it's me, your Ting Lang, your Ting Lang is here, always here!"

Qin Shi's eyes were red, and tears rolled down, dripping on Su Fuliu's face.

The dying Su Fuliu seemed to have heard a call, and when there was a movement, he spoke slowly: "Tinglang..."

The voice was soft and hollow.

"Tinglang is here, Ah Liu, hold on, you said you would hold on, you wouldn't lie to me, right?" Qin Shi hugged Su Fuliu with one hand, and Su Fuliu's hand with the other.

Su Fuliu panted, he tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were really heavy...

"Tinglang...I'm so tired...I want to sleep, can you hold me to sleep..." Su Fuliu leaned against Qin Shi's arms, sniffing the familiar smell greedily. , you can't smell it.