In the following days, Zhao Jiner put everything about the medicine house aside. Under the instruction of Emperor Wen of Jin, she dressed up as a little book boy every day and followed Qin Muxiu.

Qin Muxiu went to the school to teach Mu Yi, but she turned to the imperial study room to treat Emperor Wen of Jin.

Acupuncture, decoction, bloodletting, and eighteen martial arts were all brought out to try.

Some have some effect, some have no effect.

During the treatment period, Emperor Wen of Jin suffered a lot.

Fortunately, when he was young, he fought in the south and north and developed a strong character. Years of training also gave him a stronger body than ordinary people. No matter how painful it was, he had never gotten angry with anyone, even the eunuchs.

As long as the treatment is effective and the spirit is slightly better, he will force himself to go to the morning court, but the time will be shorter than before.

Over time, rumors spread in the court and the country for some reason.

It is said that Emperor Wen of Jin has been addicted to Long Yang's appearance recently. He privately summoned a young and handsome white-faced scholar from the people to the palace every now and then. He probably lost his body and didn't fall in love with the morning court.

Zhao Jiner was so angry when she heard the rumors, "How diligent the emperor is to love the people. It's really heartless to make up such rumors!"

Qin Muxiu also heard it. He asked Mu Yi's men to inquire around the palace and finally confirmed that the rumors were spread from Weiyang Palace.

All the palace people in Weiyang Palace were screened out by Emperor Wen of Jin. Most of them have followed him for more than ten years. Each of them is a confidant and his mouth is surprisingly tight. It is impossible to spread such boring rumors, so there is only one possibility...

The so-called rumors were deliberately released by Emperor Wen of Jin himself.

"The Emperor himself?"

Zhao Jiner couldn't react for a moment, "Why did the emperor throw dirty water on himself?"

"As the king of a country, I have lived in the world and worked diligently for half my life. Now the Dongqin Kingdom is prosperous. If you want to relax, it will not hurt people's hearts."

Zhao Jiner suddenly realized, "The emperor is using rumors to divert the attention of court officials! Isn't it much better to be addicted to men, women, and other things than to be terminally ill?"

"I just felt sorry for you."

Thinking of the "monster" who messed up Jun's heart in the rumors was his innocent wife, Qin Muxiu was unhappy and even resented Emperor Wen of Jin - the emperor was the emperor, and he could sacrifice anyone to protect himself.

Zhao Jiner was not so-called, and Dalala said, "What's wrong with me? The person who passed it on is a white-faced scholar. What does it have to do with me, a white-faced doctor?"

Seeing that she was quite good at making fun of pain, Qin Muxiu smiled and touched her silky black hair, "How is the emperor now? Is there still hope?"

Zhao Jiner looked sad, "I can't explain it well, and the pulse is not very good, but I think his energy is not good before. I have never seen this situation. Perhaps the pulse of the extreme is affected by the remaining poison in the body. As long as the poison is cleared, it is unknown. Oh, it would be great if my grandfather is here! He must have a way."

Wen Mansion.

Wen Chanjuan went home to visit her for the first time after entering the palace.

In theory, she is now a concubine, and Wen Juzheng should perform the rituals of the king and the ministers with her.

But Wen Juzheng, who sat high in the Taishi chair, obviously had no such intention.

The overwhelming sense of oppression came, and Wen Chanjuan felt that she had returned to the past, and was still the daughter who had to obey her father's arrangements. No matter who her husband would be in the future, she would be born to be used by her father's ambitions in her life.

"Father."

Wen Chanjuan, who couldn't wait for her father to salute, in turn convinced Wen Juzheng.

Wen Juzheng nodded slightly, pointed to the chair beside him with his chin, and signaled his daughter to sit down.

With the help of his maid Shizuka, Wen Chanjuan walked over carefully.
Chapter completed!