Chapter 153

"Frost son, thank you," said Han Mo Ze gratefully

Liu Rushuang was stiff and uneasy and said, "no You're welcome. "

Will she serve the tyrant like this for the next month?

What a shame!

But think of this tyrant will leave this world, Liu Rushuang some heartache sigh tone.

Anyway, it's because she was injured. If she doesn't take care of it, she will feel sorry for it!

Cold ink light hook mouth, close eyes, let Liu Rushuang scrub.

Liu Rushuang washed the cold ink and changed her clothes.

Han Moze put his arm on Liu Rushuang's shoulder and said hoarsely, "take me to the front hall. I want to deal with the memorial."

Liu Rushuang was moved.

There is only one month left in my life. I still don't forget to read the memorials!

What a good emperor!

"Yes," he said

Liu Rushuang helped Han Mo Ze to the desk in the front hall.

Han Moze sat down and began to read memorials, coughing from time to time, his face as pale as paper.

The pen is wobbly, and the words written are like insects!

Liu Rushuang couldn't see it again. With a pain in her heart, she stepped forward and whispered, "emperor, if you don't mind, let me write it for you. You say it and I'll write it."

Han Mo Ze stopped writing, covered his mouth and coughed twice. His eyebrows were a little tight and said, "it's OK."

Liu Rushuang finds that Han Moze is really a good emperor by reading the memorial.

No matter which memorials are carefully given the solution, not careless, and people can not find the refutation.

Although Han Moze is cruel and despicable, he is definitely not a faint monarch.

Such a martial arts master in the world. He knows medicine and poison. He can draw, play flute and pull his hair Liu Rushuang thinks it's a pity that the handsome man will die in a month.

An hour later, the memorial was finally dealt with.

Han Moze said weakly, "cough Help me to bed. "

Liu Rushuang snuffled his nose and was sad for the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Then he carefully helped Han Mo Ze to the big bed in the back hall.

Liu Rushuang poured a glass of water to Han Moze.

Seeing hanmoze lying ready to sleep, he turned to leave.

"Cough, cough, cough Cold, cold... " All of a sudden, a burst of extremely painful cough came. The voice of Han Mo Ze was as weak as the mosquito's voice.

If ordinary maids certainly can't hear Han Moze's words clearly.

But Liu Rusheng understood!

Then he turned around in a panic and saw that Han Mo Ze's face was very pale, weak and painful.

The heart was hit by something!

Turn around and take out two or three quilts from the cupboard and cover the body of Han Mo Ze immediately!

"Cough, cough Cold... " Han Moze hugged his body, shivering under the quilt, like a weak baby general, 100000 points of love.

Liu Rushuang bit her teeth and went to bed with her back to sleep. Her internal breathing made the quilt warm.

Han Moze stopped coughing and turned over to hold Liu Rushuang tightly in his arms and fell asleep.

Liu Rushuang took a deep breath, pressed the inexplicable sadness at the bottom of her heart, closed her eyes and slept in the past.

The cold ink Ze breathes the pure breath of Liu Rushuang, and laughs at the corners of his mouth.

Almost an hour later, Liu Rushuang opened her beautiful eyes and it was time to eat.

So he turned his head to wake him up.

But see Han Mo Ze seem to sleep very comfortable appearance, think about and lie back again.

I feel sad and painful.

It was only when he was sleeping that the tyrant was not so miserable.