Glass is transparent, and it can make the window look like nothing, so it is so precious. However, even though the glass is transparent, it does exist. Therefore, although she can see the Fourth Master so clearly at this time, she is actually separated from him by a true separation.

It is so close that it is so clear that it seems that you can touch it with just a stretch of your hand. But in fact, even if you stretch out your hand, you can touch it with only the layer of ice-like glass.

Wanxi took a deep breath and blinked out the window and smiled hard: "I thank you, the emperor!"

What told her to rest assured was that there was nothing unusual on the emperor's neck and hands. This proved even more that the emperor had not contracted this disease.

"Don't worry, the slave already knows what disease is and has found a way to heal. The slave only needs a little situation and a secluded place that avoids human eyes. The emperor only needs such grace to the slave."

"It's better that the roots of the slave's body come to me. I haven't had any illnesses over the years, so I may only need to go there for a month or two to be well. I will give the slave this grace earlier, so I will go and raise it earlier, and I will come back soon."

"Okay!" The emperor stood tall in front of the window: "As long as you mention it, I will agree to you. There is only one sect, and you will agree to you. Only in this way can I give you this order."

Wanxi also looked at the emperor greedily through the window.

It was unknown how many months it would take to recover from the illness, so she would look at him more now and then deeply imprint it in her heart as the antidote for the hard time in the next few months.

"That's right."

The emperor raised his head and took a deep breath.

"Let me go in and see you."

Before that, Wanxi kept holding back her tears, and even tried hard to let the emperor see the faint smile under her face towel through the glass window.

She deliberately lit only one candle in the hall, so that the lamp would be ignited for so long and not cleaved. She deliberately asked the candlelight to dim, just to not want the emperor to see her true situation through the glass window.

At this moment, she finally understood the mood of the Imperial Concubine Huixian before her death.

It was really better to die immediately than to let him see her in such a miserable appearance.

When she heard the emperor's words, her tears could not help but flowed down like a fountain.

How could she not want to see the emperor, how could she not want to fall into his arms and express her grievances and worries? But at this moment she did not dare to open the door, and she dared not be seen by him!

"Emperor! I beg the emperor, don't do this."

The emperor stared at her like this through the glass on the flower window, but smiled and said softly: "What are you afraid of, huh? Like Mrs. Li of the Han Dynasty, was afraid that Emperor Wu of Han would abandon all the love he had given her in his life if he saw her flowery faces?"

"It is understandable that Mrs. Li has such fear. After all, she is a singer and is just a servant by sex by the emperor. But what about Jiuer, why are you just impressed me with your beauty? My affection for you never sings because of your appearance."

When the emperor said this, he couldn't help but think of the love song she sang by the water when he was training soldiers deep in the grassland during the Eastern Tour.

At that time, he felt clear and charming, but not because her singing voice was like the sound of nature, but because it was sung by her.
Chapter completed!