Five days later, in Kyoto, Yan Guo, two letters entered the palace and Wen Wang Mansion through different channels.

There was a cough from time to time in the imperial study room, and Zhao Tianlu, who was sitting in front of the dragon case, looked a little worse than before.

The prince who served beside him saw him coughing again and quickly handed over a handkerchief, turned around and poured him a glass of water and held it in front of him with his hands: "Father, drink a sip of water and let it go!"

Zhao Tianlu threw away the handkerchief in his hand and waved his hand at him and said, "Let it go, I want to rest for a while, you can retreat!"

Zhao Yun looked at him hesitantly and advised him: "Father, please help me call the imperial physician to ask for a Pilgrimage?"

"No need!"

Zhao Tianlu spoke impatiently, looked up at him and waved his hand again: "Get back, I'm tired."

Seeing that his tired face was full of fatigue, Zhao Yun did not dare to disturb him anymore, so he quickly bowed and stepped back.

Sun Shengyun, who was waiting outside the door, bowed to him and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Zhao Yun nodded slightly at him, sighed and said, "My father is a little jealous of doctors, I hope Eunuch Sun can persuade him more."

Thank you for your hard work during this period. I hope your father can recover soon."

"Your Highness's words are a bit of a slap in the old slave. Taking care of Your Majesty is the only thing for you."

Sun Shengyun quickly bent down and bowed, and after saluting, he raised his eyes to him and said, "I'm going in and seeing Your Majesty?"

Zhao Yun nodded slightly, brushed his sleeves and said, "When I came out alone, my father said he was tired, so let's go in and serve me!"

The door of the Yu Study room was pushed open again, and the sound made Zhao Tianlu, who was holding his head and closing his eyes, raised his head and looked in the direction of the movement.

Seeing that Sun Shengyun came in, his originally alert expression slowly relaxed, and looked at him and asked casually: "What did you talk to the prince outside?"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince asked me to advise you to find an imperial physician to take a look and ask me to take good care of you."

Sun Shengyun quietly looked at him and said truthfully.

Zhao Tianlu heard this and sneered and said, "It's just some face-saving skills!"

His sons probably wanted him to die sooner, so how could he really care about his health?

"Bao, babe, babe, I see that the princes are filial!"

Sun Shengyun couldn't stand him saying something discouraged and quickly interrupted his bad remarks.

Zhao Tianlu rubbed his somewhat drowsy temples and said nothing more.

He came through this step by step, how could he not guess what these rebellious people were thinking?

"Your Majesty, why don't the old slave go and invite an imperial physician over?"

Seeing that the tiredness on his face became a little stronger, Sun Shengyun asked tentatively.

Zhao Tianlu held up a hand and waved at him: "No need, it seems that's the case."

These quack doctors used wind and cold and overwork to fool him.

I took a lot of medicine, but the cough and fatigue did not improve at all.

Instead of taking these quack doctors' medicines, he might as well knock two more health medicines left by Annuo.

At least he will get better after eating it.

Zhao Tianlu's eyes fell on the teacup and veil on the dragon table, and a cold light appeared in his eyes: "Do everything be processed!"
Chapter completed!