Today's Qianqing Palace was surrounded layer by layer by the imperial guards as Emperor Qiong Yuan became seriously ill. When Huo Qiu entered, it was already slightly dark, and it was not Concubine Yan who was looking after Concubine Yan, but Empress Guan.
After an illness, Emperor Qiong Yuan became old, and the dragon bed carved out of huanghuali heart wood showed his thinness even more. Huo Qiu paused, and when he raised his eyes again, his expression remained calm.
He bowed and said: "My son, I wish the emperor and queen mother peace."
Seeing that he really appeared in front of her, Guan breathed a sigh of relief. In the current situation, he can only make people feel at ease when he sits in the court.
Emperor Qiong Yuan just drank the medicine, now he opened his eyes slowly after hearing his voice, revealing his cloudy eyeballs, he waved his hands at Huo Qiu, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and he was out of breath.
"Is the emperor here?"
Huo Qiu's complexion was painful, and his voice was a bit depressed. He took a step forward, shook Emperor Qiong Yuan's hand and said, "Father, it's a good thing that my son is not disgraceful, and everything about Xijiang has been settled."
Emperor Qiong Yuan let out a muffled laugh from his chest, coughed weakly, waved his hands and said: "My son has never disappointed father."
"Ahem... I heard that you caught a cold a while ago, but are you better now?" Emperor Qiong Yuan's cloudy old eyes suddenly brightened, and he shook his hand vigorously.
wind chill? Babaili rushed to get the life-saving medicine in Kyoto, why did he become a cold
Huo Qiu's body was slightly stiff, his eyes were facing each other, he didn't show any flaws, he just curled his mouth slightly, and said: "Thank you for your concern, my son is in good health, it's nothing serious."
Now that the situation is like this, Emperor Qiong Yuan still wants him to let Huo Qi go, and bury this matter completely in his heart
When did he have such a large belly
Not to mention that his life was bought at the price of a long scar on that little woman's face, how could it end so easily
Mrs. Guan also heard some clues, and while changing a veil on Emperor Qiong Yuan's forehead, she turned her head and said, "Isn't the fourth child suffering from the plague? Why did the emperor turn into a cold?"
Huo Qiu's eyes darkened slightly, this was the first time in his memory that he saw his aunt getting along with his father, and he never thought it would be like this.
Emperor Qiong Yuan was stunned for a while, then gave a dry laugh with some embarrassment, rubbed his hands together, and before he could speak, he started to cough violently again.
When Emperor Qiong Yuan fell asleep, Guan Shi cleaned his hands without changing his expression, and signaled Huo Qiu to go outside together.
"Auntie." Huo Qiu's brows were light, but her voice softened.
Guan frowned suddenly, looked him up and down, pulled his left arm for the last time, saw a scar on it, and the Gu worm that was entrenched was gone.
"Why...?" Guan looked at him intently, and then said: "Your father is seriously ill this time, and after searching all over the world, he finally invited Jiang Jianxi to the palace. , I didn’t expect you to use that method.”
Seeing that Guan's misunderstood, Huo Qiu pursed his lips and looked away, without explaining much, he just said: "What did Jiang Jianxi say about Father's illness?"
Guan shook her head and smiled helplessly, "Your father's physical condition has become like this, you and I know it well."
The next step is just hanging on the medicine, one more day is just one day.
Huo Qiu sat on the bench silently, and Guan Shi followed and sat opposite, poured himself a cup of tea, sipped it, and said: "Auntie can rest assured when you come back. I'm sleepy, so I'll go back to Changchun Palace to rest."
Huo Qiu stood up, knowing Guan's temperament, he cupped his fists in a deep voice and bowed: "Respectfully send off to the empress."
In front of outsiders, this initial consonant is bound to be shouted.
In the huge palace, apart from Emperor Qiong Yuan who was sleeping soundly and the imperial physicians who were always on call and dared not make a sound, only Huo Qiu was left with his eyes closed.
A plague almost hurt his vitality, if it wasn't for that elixir...
He stood up abruptly, tall and handsome, and asked Li Desheng in a cold voice, "Where is Jiangjianxi?"
Jiang Jianxi was the most elusive person, if Emperor Qiong Yuan hadn't been seriously ill this time, he would definitely not be able to invite him. But since he is the master of that little girl and has accepted such a love, he naturally wants to meet her.
Li Desheng leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Return to Your Highness, he is waiting in the side hall, do you want to pass it in?"
Huo Qiu waved his hand.
I originally thought that the Gu-resolving sage widely rumored in the rivers and lakes is a tall man with immortal demeanor and fluttering white hair, but I didn't expect that the person who came in had a face like a crown of jade, and his gestures were all romantic and charming, with a handsome and unrestrained style. At the age of twenty-three or four, even seeing Huo Qiu, he just glanced at it calmly, and then said: "Cao Min kowtows to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Huo Qiu was surprised for a moment, and then helped him up.
"Sir, you don't need to be too polite."
It was only a moment's effort to turn around, Jiang Jianxi raised his eyebrows, a look of interest flashed in his pair of phoenix eyes, and when he stood up again, his face was already smiling like a spring breeze.
The smell of medicine on the prince's body is very familiar.
Huo Qiu looked away from him, and he had a general idea in his heart.
"I have admired Mr.'s name for a long time." Huo Qiu wore the prince's python suit and stood tall and straight like a pine in the snow, with the snow falling in his eyes, he nodded slightly and said, "Have you seen the orphan father's illness?"
Jiang Jianxi's expression gradually turned serious, he brushed off the folds of his cloud-colored clothes, and replied, "The emperor's holy body is ill, stagnated in his heart, and the old injuries recur. The grassroots are incapable and can only be suppressed with medicine."
There is no need to say what follows, everyone understands it.
A generation of emperors, very old, until now lying on the couch and being hanged by the constant decoction all day long, is it not a kind of helplessness and humiliation
Huo Qiu heard such news along the way, and he didn't feel disappointed at the moment, he just took a closer look at him, and then said: "I know, I hope you will do your best, and you will be rewarded."
Jiang Jianxi took a step back invisibly, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."
His bowing movements were standard and elegant, like a handsome nobleman from the capital, and his movements were neither humble nor overbearing. Huo Qiu felt that this person was extremely talented and humble, so he gave him a higher opinion.
Huo Qiu and Jiang Jianxi separated after a few words, one returned to the dragon bed, and the other went to the side hall.
It was already the third watch when Emperor Qiong Yuan woke up again, his most proud prince was sitting in front of the desk, resting his head on his hands, looking extremely tired.
His heart moved slightly, thinking that he had just recovered from a serious illness, he still had a solid idea of the ridiculous things that the sixth child did, and felt a little guilty for a while.
It's just that the throne belongs to the prince, which can be regarded as making up for it.
There was an unusual itching in his throat, and he couldn't restrain himself from coughing heavily.
Huo Qiu's cold brows frowned even tighter, and while standing up, he ordered: "Bring the medicine in."
Emperor Qiong Yuan drank the medicine, looked around, there was a very slight gloomy flash on his face, he turned his head and asked Huo Qiu: "Where is your aunt?"
Not the queen mother, but the aunt.
Huo Qiu suddenly understood something in a blink of an eye, pursed his lips calmly, and stared directly at the old emperor: "My aunt said that she has a headache, so she went back to Changchun Palace to rest first."
Emperor Qiongyuan's eyes darkened a bit, and after a while, he moved his fingers and sighed inexplicably: "She is used to... used to use such excuses."
Huo Qiu's expression was gloomy, and suddenly he remembered that little thing in his palace, he had the same temper as Guan's, whenever he felt unhappy about something, he threw it into his arms, rubbed his forehead and felt his chest hurt.
A real treasure.
Huo Qiu suddenly didn't know how to respond through the high-quality incense burning in Qianqing Palace. He pondered for a moment, held the trembling hand of Emperor Qiong Yuan, and said in a deep voice: "When Auntie gets better tomorrow, I will definitely come to see my father."
Emperor Qiongyuan waved his hand, sighed, turned inside and closed his eyes.
"You have just recovered from a serious illness, go back and rest, don't stay by my side and get sick again."
At night, the long and narrow palace road looks extraordinarily deep, as if it has turned into one of the vast rivers of stars on the sky, and a few lights are scattered like fireflies, flying into the far-reaching dream of summer.
After Huo Qiu returned to the East Palace, he stopped in front of the gate of Yiqiu Palace. Li Desheng saw that his master was hesitant, and asked, "Your Highness, do you want to stay in Yiqiu Palace?"
He put his hands behind his back and kept silent, the lamp in the maid's hand illuminated the plaque of Yiqiu Palace, the three large characters were very distinct, Huo Qiu turned the wrench in his hand, and remembered the face of Emperor Qiong Yuan in Qianqing Palace when he mentioned his aunt After a while, he shook his head: "Xuan Han operator."
He has been in Xijiang for more than a month, and most of the things in his hands are followed by Han Suanzi.
But Tang Zhuozhuo slept from noon until dark, woke up when the sky was full of stars, and felt boring after eating a few pieces of milk cakes, so he asked someone to move the Zhang Luohan couch to the courtyard of Yiqiu Palace. Said to enjoy the cool.
The breeze faded away the heat of the day, and what was left at this moment was only the entanglement and intoxicating softness. Tang Zhuozhao sighed comfortably and looked up at the little stars in the sky.
The maid behind her took a small fan to repel mosquitoes for her, An Xia leaned into her ear and asked softly, "Your Majesty, do you want to pass on the meal?"
It was already past the point of passing the meal, Tang Zhuozhuo didn't feel hungry, but she was very tired and lazy. She looked at the sky, thinking that Huo Qiudang would not come, so she shook her head in a disinterested manner.
"I don't have much appetite, let's take it all away." She waved her hand slightly, her voice was like cold water. An Xia saw that she was not in a good mood after waking up, so she couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with your mother? Can I ask this servant to invite the imperial doctor?" ?”
Tang Zhuozhuo shook his head even more, and complained in a low voice: "What kind of doctor are you asking for? You drink some bitter medicine every day, and your whole body smells like medicine, which is very unpleasant."
An Xia immediately shut up, except for His Highness, no one else can control this master.
Tang Zhuozhao closed his eyes and said nothing, and asked after a while, "Is it Jiang Jianxi who treated His Majesty?"
An Xia and Zi Huan looked at each other, and the latter replied after deliberation: "The maidservant just invited a genius doctor to the palace when she heard the maids below speak in dismay."
Tang Zhuozhuo nodded slightly, and after a while he showed a look of dumbfounding, and said: "Tomorrow, I will invite Mrs. Ye to drink tea."
Presumably, I was not the only one who had a headache when I heard the news.
In the early morning of the second day, Huo Qiu rested for an hour, and when he got up, his eyes were still slightly bloodshot.
The guards of Qianqing Palace added more guards, when Huo Qiu went, he met Concubine Yan and Huo Qi head-on.
He frowned suddenly, with murderous intent in his heart, Li Desheng kept the sixth prince with a bad face aside, now is not the time for the two sides to tear their faces apart, let alone when the emperor is seriously ill.
This is taboo.
No matter how unwilling Huo Qi was, he opened his mouth and pretended to call out Brother Huang, and Huo Qiu suddenly showed a mocking expression on his face.
Huo Qigang wanted to speak, but Concubine Yan stopped him with his eyes. Whether he was lack of experience or not, he seemed even more impatient, and his anger was suppressed at this moment.
That trash Wang Yi! He took such a big risk, spent unimaginable money and time, and managed it up and down so that there was no leakage. Now not only did Huo Qiu stand in front of him alive, even no one appeared.
I don't know if it has fallen into Huo Qiu's hands...