Chapter 2209： Overworked, physically and mentally exhausted

Lu Jiaqing chased out the door.

"Hey! Miss Princess, if you need anything, come to me as soon as possible!"

Ye Siming and Gu Nuo'er left the yard very quickly.

Seeing that the big wolf demon was gone, Nutty Huang clapped her hands to her heart: "It's so dangerous! I was so scared that my tail almost popped out."

Because Wei Cang drank too much, Ye Siming helped the servant and helped him to rest.

Afterwards, the two spoke to the housekeeper of the Wei House, and took a carriage to the Dali Temple prison where Liang Yushi was once imprisoned.

Unexpectedly, this time, the two of them didn't even enter the door.

The guard of the Dali Temple prison blocked Gu Nuo'er's way with two silver guns.

"Please forgive the prince and princess, we can't let you go without the hand letter from His Royal Highness!"

Gu Nuo'er frowned slightly: "I can't even get in?"

The guard clasped his fists: "I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness, the prisoners in the prison have a lot to do with each other. We can't let you in."

Ye Siming loosened his cuffs and said rebelliously, "What are you talking about with them?"

Gu Nuo'er grabbed Ye Siming's hand.

She pulled him around and returned to the carriage.

Ye Siming was puzzled: "Why don't you let me do it, I can promise not to kill them."

Gu Nuo'er shook his head: "If we are in Daqi, we do this, it doesn't matter."

"But right now in Xili, Yun Linzhou is in power, and Emperor Ling is sick again. I'm afraid that if we do something, Yun Linzhou will take the opportunity to be embarrassed."

After all, Emperor Ling was not like her father Gu Yihan.

Gu Yihan wasn't afraid to carry the reputation of a tyrant on his back, and if he didn't like ministers, he would kill them.

But now, more than half of Xi Li's country is held by Yun Linzhou.

Ye Siming frowned and looked at the courtyard of Dali Temple.

"The Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment are at odds with each other, and the Ministry of Punishment is in the hands of Yun Linzhou. They must not let us in. It must have been specially ordered by Yun Linzhou."

Gu Nuo'er was noncommittal.

She thought for a while: "Let's go back to the palace first. I'll check on Emperor Ling's physical condition, and then make plans for the next step."

Wait until the two return to the palace.

Ye Siming sent Gu Nuo'er outside Fengtian Palace.

The big **** guarding the gate helped pass the message, and after a while, Gu Nuoer was introduced into the hall.

"Cough-cough-"

As soon as she entered, she heard Ling Tianyin's violent coughing.

It seemed to get worse overnight.

Going around the screen of the front hall, Gu Nuo'er saw Ling Tianyin wearing a dragon robe, with a pale complexion, but she was still supporting her body to review the memorial.

Seeing Gu Nuoer coming, Ling Tianyin immediately put down the pen and showed a relieved smile.

"Little Nuo'er, you came just in time. I have two plates of sweet grape cakes here, which are not available in Daqi. You must try them."

Gu Nuo'er stood in front of the royal table, and she looked at the memorial memorials piled up into a hill.

"Emperor Ling, you are so ill, why do you still need to deal with government affairs? It's not too late to do it when you have a rest."

Ling Tianyin waved his hand: "Although there is a prince to help me with everything, there are some important tasks that I still have to hold in my hands."

Gu Nuo'er stepped forward and squeezed his wrist gently.

Ling Tianyin laughed loudly: "Nuo'er will still feel the pulse?"

Gu Nuo'er's water eyes were dark and moist: "I know a little bit, it shouldn't be a problem to see your illness."

Ling Tianyin still wanted to speak, but Gu Nuoer immediately said: "Shh! Let me take a good pulse."

So, the Honorable Ninety-five immediately closed his mouth obediently, like a child waiting for the result.

Gu Nuo'er felt Ling Tianyin's pulse, and waves gradually appeared in the depths of her black eyes.

Overworked and ill, physically and mentally exhausted.

Ling Tianyin's body is not optimistic.