Duan Zeng's smile deepened: "What the Prime Minister said is exactly what I want."
Fang Zeduan was startled, then smiled, and bowed deeply to Duan Zeng: "The left prime minister is highly righteous."
Duan Zeng was so busy that he helped Fang Ze hold it up: "This is all for the sake of the country, the country, the country, the right minister, there is no need to be polite, please get up quickly."
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However, on the first day of the imperial court this year, all the courtiers did not wait for Long Live Lord. They only waited for Zhao Ruhai, who came belatedly.
Zhao Ruhai held the floating dust in his hand, walked slowly into the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and said to all the courtiers: "Long live my Lord, the dragon is not in good health. I am specially allowed to rest for three days. All the ministers will withdraw."
All the courtiers were stunned, and they all looked at each other, wondering whether the Long Live Lord was really in bad shape or was deliberately avoiding it.
Fang Zeduan was so busy that he stepped forward and asked, "Eunuch Zhao, what's wrong with Long Live the Lord? Why is it that he's suddenly in bad health despite everything going well? Is it serious? Has the imperial doctor come here to take a look?"
Zhao Ruhai said in a deep voice: "Long Live Master suddenly felt unwell this morning. Imperial Physician Qin has passed away, and his condition is not yet known."
Fang Zeduan and Duan Zeng looked at each other, feeling anxious in their hearts. Lu Zhishan was still kneeling outside with his shirt off. If he continued like this, he might get sick from the cold, especially since he still had old injuries on his legs.
Duan Zeng took two steps forward, pointed at Lu Zhishan, who was kneeling upright outside, and said, "Long live Lord, does he know about Prince Ning?"
Zhao Ruhai took two steps forward and whispered: "Long Live Master fell ill because he heard about Prince Huai."
Duan Zeng frowned and said, "But are you just going to let Prince Huai kneel in this freezing cold weather?"
Zhao Ruyi shook his head with an embarrassed look on his face and said nothing else. He swept away the dust and turned back to the inner hall.
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Sleeping hall.
Lu Mingwei was lying on the bed, staring at the bright yellow coiled dragon on the bed curtain. Qin Lu knelt on the bedside and carefully diagnosed his pulse. He glanced at Lu Mingwei's gray face and dull eyes. He was so busy that he looked away again, and thought to himself that Long Live Master has always been weak, but he has always taken good care of himself, so he has not had any big problems in these years. This time, I am afraid he will have to take good care of himself for a while.
"Long Live Lord's dragon body is fine," Qin Lu retracted his hand after a while and said to Lu Mingwei respectfully, "It's just that Lord Long Live was so angry that he suddenly fell ill. I'm going to make a plan for Lord Long Live now." "Sir, just follow the decoction and take it for half a month, and you'll be fine."
Lu Mingwei hummed weakly and waved his hand to Qin Lu, signaling for him to step back.
"Wei Chen, please leave." Qin Lu bowed and left with the medicine box in hand.
As soon as Zhao Ruhaifu entered the bedroom, Lu Mingwei was so busy that he called him to the bedside and asked breathlessly: "Then... where is the traitor?! But he is still... still kneeling outside?!"
Zhao Ruhai hurriedly knelt down and replied: "Yes, Prince Ning has been kneeling for nearly an hour outside the Yangxin Hall."
Lu Mingwei was so angry that his eyes widened even more. He beat the bed hard and gritted his teeth: "What does he want to do?! What does he want to do?! Doesn't he want everyone in the world to know that I am a fool? ? Or he can’t wait to be my master! This traitor!”
"Long live Lord, please calm down! Please calm down!" Zhao Ruhai couldn't help but kowtow, "Even if Prince Ning acts recklessly, you can just punish him. Why are you so angry?! Long live Lord, please take care of your dragon body!" "