The next day, Qingli met Yang Jin in the palace.

The Xiaoqi Battalion is part of the Imperial Guard and is responsible for the security of the Imperial Palace. When Qingli met Yang Jin, Yang Jin was leading a group of soldiers on inspection.

"Yang Jin!" Qingli shouted loudly.

When Yang Jin saw Qingli, a flash of ecstasy flashed in his eyes, but he did not forget the courtesy of a monarch and his ministers. He knelt down on one knee and said, "General Yang Jin meets Princess Jing'an."

Qingli saw that he had given her such a big salute, and was not used to it. He smiled and said: "When the imperial guards patrol the palace, they do not need to kneel down to salute."

Yang Jin stood up.

"Well, people who become generals are different!"

Qingli walked around him with great interest. Yang Jin was wearing a silver armor. He was majestic and his fair face was full of heroic spirit. He was no longer the one wearing a flowery robe, and there was always a bit of frivolity between his eyebrows.

The playboy.

Yang Jin blushed in embarrassment.

Qing Li nodded and said: "Yes, the position of commander of the Xiaoqi Battalion has a bright future. If you work hard, you will definitely be able to do something great in the future!"

It’s best to make great achievements and then marry Princess Mingyue back!

Qingli added with a smile in his heart.

Yang Jin remained silent, his eyes looking at her for a moment.

The position of commander of the Xiaoqi Battalion was once the official position of Cai Ming, the general who protected the country. After Cai Ming's death, it has been vacant. Many soldiers in the army were eager to try and wanted to get higher, but the emperor never selected a suitable candidate.

Many people envy Yang Jin. After being the top pick in high school, he got a promising job and will surely rise to the top in the future.

But only Yang Jin himself knew why he wanted to enter the Xiaoqi camp.

Because the Xiaoqi Camp is part of the Imperial Guard and can enter the inner palace for inspections, Yang Jin wants to enter the Xiaoqi Camp because he just hopes that when he goes into the palace to inspect, he can hear news about Qingli, or occasionally have the opportunity to see her.

Just a glance.

He has never loved someone so humbly.

However, at this moment, standing in this imperial garden, in a splendid apricot blossom forest, looking at her smile that was brighter than the sun, he actually felt that everything was worth it.

All he begged for was to see her smile every day.

At this time, Xiyue came out from behind the pink apricot blossoms, looked at Qingli and said with a smile: "I have been looking for the princess for a long time, but I didn't expect the princess to be hiding in the apricot blossom forest."

"Auntie is looking for me, what's the matter?"

Xiyue said: "The princess ran out before she drank the medicine in the morning. Go back and drink the medicine quickly, otherwise it will be more bitter when it is cold!"

Qingli's face suddenly wrinkled into a bitter melon when he thought of the terribly bitter medicine.

She now drinks a bowl of extremely bitter soup every morning and evening to recuperate her weak and cold constitution. She is really afraid of hardship, but in order to give birth to a child, she will drink no matter how bitter the medicine is.

"I'm going back to the palace, you can continue patrolling!"

Qingli waved to Yang Jin, then turned around and left with Xiyue.

Yang Jin looked at her leaving back and frowned slightly.

Why did she take medicine? Is she sick?

While he was feeling sad, he turned around and continued his inspection, but suddenly a yellowish figure jumped out of the grass next to him, startling him.

Yang Jin looked at Princess Mingyue who suddenly appeared in front of him, and there were only four words in his mind -

The ghost lingers!

Qingli followed Xiyue back to Daming Palace. As soon as he entered the palace, he saw a black figure standing near the window.

"Archer!"

Qingli screamed and happily threw himself into Murong Che's arms.

"Why are you in the dormitory today?"

Under normal circumstances, he would stay in the Zhenghe Hall during the day to handle government affairs, either approving papers or summoning ministers. In short, he rarely stayed in the dormitory hall when he had time.

Murong Che hugged her and said, "I heard that you didn't take the medicine. I was worried, so I came back to take a look."

The little palace lady on the side presented the concoction.

Murong Che took the medicine bowl, tested the temperature, took a spoonful and brought it to Qingli's mouth, coaxing: "Be good, open your mouth."

Qingli opened his mouth obediently, took a sip, and immediately frowned in pain.

"Drinking it spoon by spoon will kill me!"

She snatched the medicine bowl over, raised her neck, pinched her nose and drank it. After drinking it, she was so miserable that she jumped on her feet.

Murong Che picked up a plum and stuffed it into her mouth, saying: "Okay, okay, it won't be bitter after eating a plum."

Qingli held the sour and sweet plums in his mouth, and the bitter taste in his mouth became lighter.

"Are you tired? I'll take you to bed and sleep for a while."

Without saying a word, Murong Che picked her up and strode towards the dragon bed.

Qingli immediately showed a horrified expression.

It was early in the morning and she had just woken up. How could she want to sleep?

This guy stayed in the dormitory in broad daylight. He didn't want to drag her to have sex with her during the day, right?

However, Murong Che did not turn into a hungry wolf and pounce on her like she did. He placed her on the dragon bed, sat on the edge of the bed, caressed her temples with his broad palms, and said softly: "Sleepy

If so, just take a nap..."

A wave of tiredness came over my mind.

Qingli actually felt a little sleepy, yawned, closed his eyes in a daze, and fell asleep.

Xiyue came in from outside the palace, saw Qingli who had fallen asleep, and said, "Your Majesty, Dr. Chen is already waiting outside. Do you want to invite him in?"

"Xuan!"

An old man with white beard and hair walked in outside the hall, his face was covered with chrysanthemum lines, and he was leaning on a cane. Although he had difficulty moving, his face was red and he was in good spirits.

"Old minister, give your regards to your Majesty!" Dr. Chen, the old doctor, knelt down.

Murong Che said calmly: "The old doctor is exempt from courtesy."

Xiyue helped Old Mrs. Chen up, and then ordered the palace attendants to bring a stool and place it beside the bed. She helped Old Mrs. Chen sit on it and said: "Old Mrs. Chen, please quickly diagnose and treat our princess."

The palace attendant stuffed a soft pad under Qingli's wrist and covered her wrist with a piece of silk. Only then did Mrs. Chen take Qingli's pulse through the silk.

Dr. Chen, the old doctor, felt Qingli's pulse, her eyebrows were furrowed and her expression was solemn.

"How is it?" Murong Che asked anxiously.

Only then did Dr. Chen take back her hand, stroked her beard, and sighed: "I can't do anything about it! The princess's last miscarriage damaged her roots, and her qi and blood were blocked. It's really difficult to get pregnant again!"

The dormitory was instantly enveloped in a dull atmosphere.

This old doctor Chen was the judge of the Imperial Hospital many years ago. He was especially good at gynecology and had superb medical skills. He was one of the most famous doctors in the Western Jin Dynasty. More than ten years ago, old doctor Chen had retired and returned to his hometown. This time, it was Murong Che who came here specially to

Someone was sent to pick him up and treat Qingli, hoping to cure her infertility.

"Is there really no room for change?"

Murong Che's face was expressionless and his voice was indifferent, but anyone could feel his anger. An invisible pressure spread in the air, making people breathless.

Doctor Chen immediately knelt on the ground tremblingly and said, "I am incompetent!"

Murong Che said nothing.

There was a deathly silence in the palace. Doctor Chen knelt down on the ground in fear. The palace people in the palace did not dare to breathe. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

After a long while, Murong Che said calmly: "I don't blame you, get up. You are quite old, and it is not easy to travel across mountains and rivers to get to Beijing."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your consideration." Dr. Chen stood up shakily and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Xiyue sent Dr. Chen out of the Daming Palace.

As Dr. Chen was walking on the road, she felt that her back was soaked with cold sweat. Now that she was out of danger, she let out a long sigh. But before she could take a few steps, she was grabbed by a young man and pressed hard.

On the palace wall, a sharp sword was pressed against his neck.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Dr. Chen was shocked and looked at the young man wearing silver armor in front of him with fear.

Yang Jin bared his teeth, made an expression that he thought was very ferocious, and said to Dr. Chen, "Tell me, why did you go to Daming Palace to see a doctor?"

"Jing, Princess Jing'an." Old Doctor Chen was so frightened that her legs went weak.

He has experienced many storms in his life, and he has survived the conflicts and frame-ups among the concubines and concubines in the harem. However, now that he is getting older, his courage has become weaker and weaker.

Yang Jin asked anxiously: "What disease does Princess Jing'an have?"

"You can't say this, you'll lose your head!"

Yang Jin brought the long sword in his hand closer to Dr. Chen, scratched a blood mark on his dry skin, and said fiercely: "If you don't tell me, I will make your head fall off right now!"

"I say, I say! Princess Jing'an is suffering from infertility, and the emperor specially invited me from Minzhou for diagnosis and treatment!"

Infertility?

Yang Jin instantly felt a pain in his heart. He slowly lowered his sword and asked, "How could she suffer from infertility?"

"Princess Jing'an once had a miscarriage, which damaged her roots, so it's difficult to conceive again!" Without the sword on her neck, Old Doctor Chen felt much more at ease and ordered: "However, the Emperor has been hiding this matter from Princess Jing'an. Princess

You don’t know it yet, so don’t go around shouting about it!”

After saying that, he sighed and walked away with his hands behind his back, even forgetting to take the crutches that were left in the corner.

Yang Jin stayed where he was in a daze.

How could she have suffered such a miscarriage? Moreover, now that she has lost her fertility, how much suffering will she have to suffer in the future? Especially when she is still living in the harem. As an emperor's woman, what good can she do if she cannot give birth to children?

What will happen?

An idea suddenly came to Yang Jin's mind.
Chapter completed!