The young emperor fell in the middle of the field because he had just been hit.
At first everyone was still laughing, but when they saw Fang Moyan, Changle and a group of workers rushing over, they finally realized the seriousness of the matter.
The person they knocked down was Emperor Datong, the most honorable person in the country, not the guard brothers they were used to playing with on a daily basis.
Immediately, everyone quickly stood up and stood still stiffly, not daring to breathe.
"Your Majesty, how are you? Let me help you up!"
Changle ran over in small steps and quickly knelt on the ground to support him.
Fang Moyan also came over with a worried look on his face: "Your Majesty was not feeling well before, and when I took your pulse, I told you what you can do and what you can't do... You knew you couldn't do strenuous exercise recently, so why did you come to play Cuju... How are you now? Are you feeling unwell?"
Duan Changchuan stood up and glanced at Fang Moyan, then patted the dirt off his body nonchalantly: "I was kicking fine at first, and I didn't feel any discomfort. Doctor Fang grabbed the flag well, and made me sit directly on the ground. Now I am in pain all over."
Fang Moyan bowed quickly and said, "I was in a hurry... Your Majesty, would you like to go back to the palace and let me take your pulse again... It has been about seven days since the last time I took your pulse."
The young man responded impatiently: "I know..."
He walked back reluctantly, complaining as he walked: "I'm just drunk and my stomach hurts a little. Who wouldn't feel uncomfortable after getting drunk? I'm just 18 years old, what can be wrong with me?"
It's obvious that he wasn't having fun.
Just then Bai Su came down in a hurry and the two of them bumped into each other head-on.
She saw the child looked worried and was being supported by a young eunuch. She thought something had happened and quickly grabbed the child's arm to check.
"What's wrong? Did you fall somewhere? Where does it hurt?"
As she spoke, her eyes nervously watched the movements of his feet.
The more she watched, the stiffer Duan Changchuan's movements became, and he had trouble even taking a step.
The young man struggled to pull his arm out of her hand and whispered, "I'm fine... Changle and the others are too nervous."
Then, as if to prove that he was fine, he walked away with big strides.
Changle was left behind, shouting hurriedly: "Your Majesty, please slow down! Wait for your servant!"
Bai Su looked at the young man's vigorous steps and breathed a sigh of relief.
Judging from the appearance, everything should be fine...right
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When we arrived at the Mingsheng Temple, it was almost noon.
The gatekeeper saw Bai Su coming back, bent her knees, and asked, "Your Majesty, would you like to have dinner?"
Duan Changchuan paused.
Changle noticed his hesitation and quickly replied, "Your Majesty just had a plate of snacks, so lunch should be postponed for a while? Otherwise, you won't be able to eat much now, and you'll be hungry again in the afternoon."
The young man shook his head and turned his head to ask the female official: "What dishes are prepared for lunch today? I, uh... do you have any meat?"
He asked politely, but the female official was still stunned.
This aunt had served in the imperial court for many years and had watched the little emperor grow up. This was the first time she heard Duan Changchuan care about food.
"Your Majesty... For lunch today, we prepared steamed fish and shrimp meatball soup. Your Majesty needs to eat light food these days, so I only made these two meat dishes. The rest are stir-fried bamboo shoots, stir-fried mushrooms, winter cabbage soup, and chopped green onion tofu."
Duan Changchuan felt sick when he heard all this “stir-fried”, “soup” and “steamed”.
I want to eat meat. I want to eat the kind of meat that has a strong flavor and smells particularly fragrant, and that can be eaten with a large spoonful of rice in one bite.
He hasn't had a good meal for a long time.
The boy was a little depressed when he heard the announcement of the dishes...
Bai Su, who had been paying attention to him, noticed it immediately.
The little fox, who couldn't eat meat, had disappointment written all over his hair.
He hurried forward and told the female official directly: "Serve the meal first, your majesty is hungry."
Then she took his wrist and asked him, "Is there anything you want to eat? You can ask the doctor downstairs if it's okay, and then tell the kitchen to make it and you can eat it in the evening."
The boy pursed his lips...
Then I felt a little embarrassed and said, "I want to eat duck... There is a dish called duck... I want to eat that."
Immediately, a servant answered and asked, "Is it chestnut duck? I heard that chestnut duck is delicious, sweet and salty."
Duan Changchuan frowned and shook his head.
Others followed up with questions:
"Your Majesty, do you want to eat beggar duck?"
"There is no beggar duck, only beggar chicken... Your Majesty, do you want to eat charcoal roast duck? I heard that it contains some oil. The aunt in the palace said that it is best not to eat it while taking medicine."
"Your Majesty, do you want to eat roast duck? I remember this dish and heard it is delicious, but I have never eaten it. The kitchen will definitely make it!"
In the end, none of them...
Bai Su looked at everyone talking and suddenly remembered what the aunt who cooked at the Duan family said when she went to visit the Duan family: Our little master loves to eat beer duck the most. He eats it on his birthday, when he gets first place in the exam, when he is happy, and when he is unhappy.
I blurted out: "Is it... beer duck?"
Everyone stared with wide eyes and whispered: What is beer
Only the boy, who had been listless all the time, suddenly had light in his eyes.
The child rubbed his belly subtly and nodded: "It seems to be this... I can't remember clearly..."
Later, she realized that she was not being too reserved, and quickly changed her words: "I was just saying it casually... Well, Changle, please ask someone to serve the meal. I will have dinner after Doctor Fang finishes examining me."
After saying this, he turned and went into the hall.
After entering the hall, Changle lit the ambergris in the furnace.
The smoke curled upwards.
The young man sat upright at the table, his left hand on the pulse pillow, quietly.
"Your Majesty has exercised today, and you feel a little... a little weak. Do you feel any discomfort now? Is there any pain in your abdomen?"
"It doesn't hurt. Is there something wrong with my stomach?"
"No, no... I will write another prescription for Your Majesty. Please ask Eunuch Le to come to the Imperial Hospital on time every day to get the medicine."
"Sure. Didn't you say a few days ago that you would invite Senior Huang to Shengjing? Where is Senior Huang now?"
"Your Majesty, my master... is stuck outside... I need to urge him again."
As they chatted, Bai Su sat beside them, quietly releasing soothing pheromones and thinking...
How do you make beer duck in a place where there’s no beer
Really…
She didn’t remember her identity as an Omega, nor did she remember that she came from another era. She didn’t even remember her husband. But she did remember her favorite beer duck.
Tsk, little foodie.
Just as I was thinking about it, Fang Moyan had finished his consultation and was preparing to pack up and go back.
As they walked, he kept reminding her worriedly, "You are very lucky that nothing happened this time. Your Majesty must not do this again. You must not play Cuju, ride horses, or run again. Your Majesty has also learned from Bian Que's meeting with Duke Huan of Qi that some diseases cannot be seen from the outside, but that does not mean they do not exist."
Nagging.
The young man just kept his head down and didn't say a word.
"Changle, send Lord Fang back."
"Yes... Lord Fang, this way please."
Even after the person leaves the house and walks far away, you can still hear his or her earnest advice.
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Bai Su waited until they all left before she walked up to the child and half-knelt on one knee in front of him.
Q: “Not happy anymore, huh?”
The young man tilted his head: "I don't have any."
Bai Su smiled and touched the hair on his head: "Really? Why do I feel like a certain kid is having a little emotional outburst?"
"… "
He didn't say anything, so Bai Su continued to guess: "Are you annoyed by Lord Fang's nagging?"
As she spoke, she released soothing pheromones from the back of her neck, enveloping him in her protection.
The young man exhaled lightly, and finally spoke out his frustration:
"He compared me to Duke Huan of Qi..."
"After Bian Que saw Duke Huan of Qi, he at least told him what disease he had and how to treat it... He didn't even tell me what disease I had, and ordered me not to eat this or do that. Not to mention the Imperial Hospital, even among the common people, if he treated people like this, he would be regarded as a liar. If he wasn't a direct disciple of Senior Huang, I would have punished him long ago."
"And you said I was Duke Huan of Qi..."
It sounds aggrieved.
Bai Su held back her smile and touched the boy's cheek: "That's right, it's all because of Fang Moyan, he's a bad person, he only read half of the books and he uses allusions randomly."
She could see that the emperor, who ascended the throne at a young age, had an extraordinary obsession with governing the country.
Anyone who said that he had the slightest connection with the tyrant, even if it was just a medical consultation or a small hint, would be like poking at his lungs.
Being forced to shoulder the weight of a country at a young age is one thing...but more importantly, it is actually a lack of security and praise.
Too many years of suppression have made him feel very nervous and he has become more and more pessimistic.
"Duan Changchuan, you have read many books and understand many truths. Let me ask you, if a person's teacher is someone that even the princes and nobles cannot get, and his father is the highest authority in the country. In other words, this person has the best heritage, receives the highest education, and is diligent, studious, and humble. Can a person who grows up like this be bad?"
Duan Changchuan was stunned.
After thinking for a while, he slowly said, "No."
Bai Su curled her lips and said, "I have heard a widely circulated saying: Everyone is born with a starting line, but some people's starting line is naturally a hundred thousand miles higher than others, and others can never catch up even if they work hard all their lives."
"Duan Changchuan, your starting line is above millions of people in Datong."
"A wise ruler is one who listens to honest advice that may be unpleasant to the ear; a wise ruler is one who can distinguish right from wrong and make his own conclusions. When others disagree with your own opinions, step out of your own identity and take a look as a bystander, and you will find that you are actually more persuasive."
What a long speech...
Obviously, these were just words of comfort, but they made more sense than what the Master said.
The boy blinked blankly...
A slender, beautiful hand passed before my eyes.
When I came back to my senses, I realized that the other person had been looking at me for a long time... There was a faint smile reflected in his narrow and beautiful eyes.
"Did you coax her back? My legs are numb from squatting, Duan Xiaochuan."
He leaned back in panic: "I knew you were just trying to coax me..."
I was grabbed by the arm and stood up, saying, "Just coax me into submission, come and eat, I'm hungry."
"You have to call yourself a concubine in front of me. I have hired a teacher for you, but why are you still so rude..."
"It's been rude for more than 20 years. It's not easy to change."
"You... are just making up excuses! You just don't want to change."
"You have discovered me. Come, Your Majesty, have some fish. Open your mouth, ah."
"Bai Su... um..."
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