When Qingyan heard what Yinreng said, the hand patting his back paused slightly, and then said softly: "Some of them are living happily."
"Really?" Yinreng couldn't help but raise his little head, wanting to take a look at Qingyan.
But it was dark inside the bed curtain, and he could only vaguely see the outline of his aunt's face.
"Really, Your Highness, if you have a good sleep tonight, you may have a dream."
After Qingyan finished speaking, she quietly instilled supernatural powers into his body.
No matter how precocious the little prince is, his body is still that of a two-year-old human cub. After experiencing many twists and turns during the day and crying for so long, he is already tired.
I have been trying hard not to sleep because my heart was more or less affected by what Princess Jianning said during the day. Now that I heard the gentle and firm explanation from someone close to me, I feel much better.
The guilt of killing Huang E Niang because of him has also been reduced a lot.
The exhausted little body gradually became warm. Listening to the hypnotic sound of rain hitting the leaves outside the window, the tip of the nose was wrapped by the elegant fragrance of the beautiful aunt, and Yinreng's eyelids gradually became heavier and heavier. A quarter of an hour later
Finally fell into a deep sleep.
After hearing the little prince's breathing become shallow and steady, Qingyan opened her eyes and sighed, then hugged him tighter to her arms, and then gently closed her eyes.
At the beginning of Yinshi, there was another "rumbling" of thunder in the rainy night, and Qingyan was suddenly awakened.
Reflexively, he touched Yinreng in his arms and discovered something was wrong with the little prince.
Yinreng's little body seemed to have turned into a small stove, and her forehead was extremely hot. Qingyan panicked instantly and hurriedly sat up from the bed.
"Baocheng, Baocheng?" Qingyan gently pushed Yinreng with her hand. The little prince was already unconscious from the fever, but he was mumbling indistinctly: "Empress's mother."
"Bai Lu, Bai Lu, hurry up and call the imperial doctor." Qingyan lifted the bed curtains and shouted outside, then turned over and got out of the bed. She let her hair down and casually put on a loose flag jacket over her pajamas.
, he bent down and picked up Yinreng.
"Master, what's wrong? What's wrong?" Bai Lu heard Qingyan's voice and rushed into the inner room in a panic. She saw her little master holding the little prince in a panic.
"Hurry up and find the imperial doctor. The prince has a high fever." Qingyan was extremely anxious. She had obviously injected a lot of superpowers into Yinreng's body, so how could he still get sick?
"Okay, okay, Master, don't be impatient. I'll go right away." Bai Lu was startled when she saw the red face of the little prince. She hurriedly turned around and ran out of the inner room. She just opened the door to the hall.
Zhang Tianxi, who was taking a nap against the big red pillar under the eaves outside the hall to keep vigil, opened his eyes.
"Sister Bai Lu, where are you going?"
"I'm going to the Imperial Hospital. His Highness suddenly developed a high fever. The master is extremely anxious." Bai Lu said as she kept opening the oil-paper umbrella.
Hearing what Bai Lu said, Zhang Tianxi suddenly became energetic and stopped dozing off.
"It's not easy to walk on slippery days in the rain. Sister Bai Lu, it's better to boil some hot water first. I'm going to go find the imperial doctor now." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Tianxi put his hand on the brim of his hat and bent it.
The waist rushed into the heavy rain.
"Hey, Xiao Xizi".
Under the dim light of the palace lantern, Bai Lu saw that Zhang Tianxi had run out of the palace gate without even looking back, without even taking an umbrella. She had to quickly turn around and go to the water heater in the side room to prepare hot water.
This was the first time that Qingyan felt so powerless. The mutated earth power that could transform her body inside and out and remove all hidden wounds and residual poisons could not even deal with a child's high fever?
Seeing the weak-looking little prince lying on the bed, calling "Auntie, Queen Mother, Khan Ama, Brother" incessantly, Qingyan felt extremely uncomfortable. She didn't know what happened to Yinreng.
Were you scared today, or did you suddenly develop a fever in the middle of the night because you got caught in the rain and got cold?
In short, the superpower is not effective now, so she can only place all her hopes on the imperial doctor and the little prince's own immunity.
Zhang Tianxi was fast on his feet and very lucky. Not long after running, he happened to meet Doctor Zhang who had just walked out of the Zhongcui Palace and directly reached out his hand to pull him to Chuxiu Palace.
Doctor Zhang, who looked tired, became anxious after listening to Zhang Tianxi's description on the road. He clenched the handle of the umbrella in his hand and ran quickly after him.
When the two of them hurried to the main hall of Chuxiu Palace, Qingyan, who was waiting extremely anxiously, waved her hand to reject Dr. Zhang's salute. She picked up the medicine box for him with one hand and tugged on his clothes with the other hand.
Bai Lu quickly urged Zhang Tianxi to go to the ear room to change out of his wet clothes.
"Mr. Zhang, please show His Highness quickly. He was fine when he went to bed at night, but he suddenly developed a high fever in the middle of the night."
"Don't be anxious, young master. I will diagnose your highness's pulse right now." Doctor Zhang said as he bent down and gently opened a slit in Yinreng's eyelids with his hands. After taking a look, he put his little wrist to the pulse.
He checked his pulse carefully on the pillow.
Qingyan lowered her head to look at Yin Reng, and then carefully observed Doctor Zhang's expression. Not long after she saw him diagnosing the pulse, her face changed drastically, and her heart was lifted instantly.
Dr. Zhang frowned and stepped forward to untie the collar of Yin Reng's pajamas. A thin bolt of lightning flashed outside the window. Dr. Zhang was so frightened that he immediately fell to the ground. With trembling lips, he raised his head and said to Qing Yan who was standing next to him: "Little Master
It’s not good, Your Highness, Your Highness is in trouble!”
"Chuhua?" After hearing what Doctor Zhang said, Qingyan froze on the spot as if struck by lightning. How could this be possible?
Yinreng's food has been carefully checked by himself, and even his daily clothes have been specially "sterilized" by himself using his powers. There have been no smallpox patients in the palace so far, and he is in
Where was the smallpox virus contracted?
Bai Lu also looked in disbelief at the few red herpes that appeared on the fleshy little chest under Yin Reng's neck. Apparently these pimples hadn't appeared when she bathed the little prince before going to bed?
"My young master, please don't be in a daze. At this time, we need to seal off the Chuxiu Palace and inform the emperor!"
"Wei Chen must hurry up and prescribe medicine for His Highness."
Doctor Zhang said anxiously that he had been in this palace for so many years, and today was the most exciting.
Brother Changsheng and Brother Wanfu who were poisoned during the day are still unconscious. Even if he and his colleagues try their best to save them, they can only barely hang on to the lives of the two little brothers. The children whose bodies have been completely destroyed, even if they are
Hua Tuo is destined to be unable to stay when he is reincarnated...
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, the prince also contracted smallpox.
The little prince was not yet two years old. He simply did not dare to think that if the three little brothers were gone, the emperor would be so angry that the entire hospital would be buried with him...
Thinking of this, Doctor Zhang got excited and hurriedly stumbled up from the ground. Fortunately, there were all the medicinal materials in the medicine box now. After going through one prescription after another in his mind, he didn't even bother to write down the prescription and rushed outside to find it.
The stove is boiling.
Qingyan forced herself to calm down: "Bai Lu first notified the palace people to close the Chuxiu Palace, and then asked the little eunuch guarding the palace outside to run to report to the emperor. After these two things are done, he will go to the palace to seal the palace.
The people inside will be carefully selected, and those who have given flowers before will be transferred to the front yard to serve."
"Master, please don't stay here anymore. After all, you haven't had any flowers before!" Bai Lu cried anxiously when she saw that Qingyan had already made up her mind to stay with the little prince.
"It's okay, I'll be fine. Go and help Doctor Zhang."
"Master, why are you so stubborn!"
"Be obedient, go quickly!" Qingyan ignored Bai Lu's tears, turned around and pushed her cruelly out the door.
In this palace, except for those who have been infected with smallpox, she is the one who is least likely to be infected because she has special powers. The incident of the eldest princess of Jianning just happened. The palace is in a mess. The palace people are left alone.
How could she feel relieved when she was serving the little prince who was suffering from smallpox?
Because of this sudden accident, the candles in Chuxiu Palace, which had fallen into a deep sleep in the middle of the night, lit up one by one, and then everything in the palace became chaotic.
But there were only two people in the inner room, Yinreng and Qingyan. Qingyan was sitting on a chair, looking at the weak-looking little prince on the bed, and couldn't help but shed tears.
Why is it so difficult? She knew that Yinreng in history had smallpox as a child like Kangxi, but because she was not sure of the specific age at which he got smallpox, she had always taken precautions.
Not long after she saw Moo Moo, she remembered cowpox, but because she had never been able to find the opportunity to start researching it, she had postponed it until now.
Yinreng was only two months shy of his second birthday, so why did he get smallpox so suddenly? Why is his superpower no longer effective?
"Auntie, wuwuwuwu, gu, it hurts so much."
"Baocheng, where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?" Qingyan wiped away her tears and hurriedly got up and bent down to Yinreng's side.
"The arms, fleshy, hurt."
Hearing Yinreng say this, Qingyan carefully unbuttoned all the buttons of Yinreng's apricot pajamas, and saw a few pimples appeared sporadically on Yinreng's right shoulder, and then she burst into tears.
Non-stop.
"Auntie, give it a try, huh huh, huh huh, it won't hurt anymore."
"Okay, Auntie, give Baocheng a shout." Qingyan said in tears.
Kangxi was still sorting out these intricate forces with his confidants in the imperial study. Liang Jiugong, who had gone to the tea room next door to make tea, came back with empty hands and a pale face. He raised his head in panic and said, "The emperor is not well."
, Your Highness has smallpox!"
"What did you say?!" Kangxi suddenly stood up from his armchair and stared at Liang Jiugong who was standing below.
Nalan Rongruo and Cao Yin were also shocked.
This time last year, the three-year-old Baoqing brother contracted smallpox and suffered a lot. Even though he was treated promptly and the people around him took good care of him, it still took him more than ten days to survive the smallpox.
And the little prince is less than two years old now...
"For some reason, His Highness suddenly got an acne breakout while sleeping until midnight. Now Young Master Hesheli has sealed the Chuxiu Palace, and Dr. Zhang is treating it inside." Liang Jiugong said in a trembling voice.
Kangxi slammed the memorial in his hand onto the imperial case, passed a few people, lifted the door curtain and ran out in large strides.
The emperor's actions were too fast. By the time Liang Jiugong could react, Kangxi had already rushed out.
"Your Majesty, it's raining heavily outside. Please take an umbrella." What a big deal! Liang Jiugong also hurriedly chased after Kangxi, and at the same time couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.
This year’s Wanshou Festival was really a terrible time!
Cao Yin and Nalan Rongruo, who had witnessed the whole thing, didn't know what to do now. With their status, they were definitely not allowed to enter the inner palace at this time, so they could only follow them out of the imperial study room.
Then they stood side by side in silence under the eaves outside, waiting anxiously.
Although neither of them spoke, the thoughts in their hearts were almost the same. They were afraid that this was most likely the handwriting left by the eldest princess Jianning before. They couldn't help but let it out.
Why is it so difficult? She knew that Yinreng in history had smallpox as a child like Kangxi, but because she was not sure of the specific age at which he got smallpox, she had always taken precautions.
Not long after she saw Moo Moo, she remembered cowpox, but because she had never been able to find the opportunity to start researching it, she had postponed it until now.
Yinreng was only two months shy of his second birthday, so why did he get smallpox so suddenly? Why is his superpower no longer effective?
"Auntie, wuwuwuwu, gu, it hurts so much."
"Baocheng, where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?" Qingyan wiped away her tears and hurriedly got up and bent down to Yinreng's side.
"The arms, fleshy, hurt."
Hearing Yinreng say this, Qingyan carefully unbuttoned all the buttons of Yinreng's apricot pajamas, and saw a few pimples appeared sporadically on Yinreng's right shoulder, and then she burst into tears.
Non-stop.
"Auntie, give it a try, huh huh, huh huh, it won't hurt anymore."
"Okay, Auntie, give Baocheng a shout." Qingyan said in tears.
Kangxi was still sorting out these intricate forces with his confidants in the imperial study. Liang Jiugong, who had gone to the tea room next door to make tea, came back with empty hands and a pale face. He raised his head in panic and said, "The emperor is not well."
, Your Highness has smallpox!"
"What did you say?!" Kangxi suddenly stood up from his armchair and stared at Liang Jiugong who was standing below.
Nalan Rongruo and Cao Yin were also shocked.
This time last year, the three-year-old Baoqing brother contracted smallpox and suffered a lot. Even though he was treated promptly and the people around him took good care of him, it still took him more than ten days to survive the smallpox.
And the little prince is less than two years old now...
"For some reason, His Highness suddenly got an acne breakout while sleeping until midnight. Now Young Master Hesheli has sealed the Chuxiu Palace, and Dr. Zhang is treating it inside." Liang Jiugong said in a trembling voice.
Kangxi slammed the memorial in his hand onto the imperial case, passed a few people, lifted the door curtain and ran out in large strides.
The emperor's actions were too fast. By the time Liang Jiugong could react, Kangxi had already rushed out.
"Your Majesty, it's raining heavily outside. Please take an umbrella." What a big deal! Liang Jiugong also hurriedly chased after Kangxi, and at the same time couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.
This year’s Wanshou Festival was really a terrible time!
Cao Yin and Nalan Rongruo, who had witnessed the whole thing, didn't know what to do now. With their status, they were definitely not allowed to enter the inner palace at this time, so they could only follow them out of the imperial study room.
Then they stood side by side in silence under the eaves outside, waiting anxiously.
Although neither of them spoke, the thoughts in their hearts were almost the same. They were afraid that this was most likely the handwriting left by the eldest princess Jianning before. They couldn't help but let it out.
Why is it so difficult? She knew that Yinreng in history had smallpox as a child like Kangxi, but because she was not sure of the specific age at which he got smallpox, she had always taken precautions.
Not long after she saw Moo Moo, she remembered cowpox, but because she had never been able to find the opportunity to start researching it, she had postponed it until now.
Yinreng was only two months shy of his second birthday, so why did he get smallpox so suddenly? Why is his superpower no longer effective?
"Auntie, wuwuwuwu, gu, it hurts so much."
"Baocheng, where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?" Qingyan wiped away her tears and hurriedly got up and bent down to Yinreng's side.
"The arms, fleshy, hurt."
Hearing Yinreng say this, Qingyan carefully unbuttoned all the buttons of Yinreng's apricot pajamas, and saw a few pimples appeared sporadically on Yinreng's right shoulder, and then she burst into tears.
Non-stop.
"Auntie, give it a try, huh huh, huh huh, it won't hurt anymore."
"Okay, Auntie, give Baocheng a shout." Qingyan said in tears.
Kangxi was still sorting out these intricate forces with his confidants in the imperial study. Liang Jiugong, who had gone to the tea room next door to make tea, came back with empty hands and a pale face. He raised his head in panic and said, "The emperor is not well."
, Your Highness has smallpox!"
"What did you say?!" Kangxi suddenly stood up from his armchair and stared at Liang Jiugong who was standing below.
Nalan Rongruo and Cao Yin were also shocked.
This time last year, the three-year-old Baoqing brother contracted smallpox and suffered a lot. Even though he was treated promptly and the people around him took good care of him, it still took him more than ten days to survive the smallpox.
And the little prince is less than two years old now...
"For some reason, His Highness suddenly got an acne breakout while sleeping until midnight. Now Young Master Hesheli has sealed the Chuxiu Palace, and Dr. Zhang is treating it inside." Liang Jiugong said in a trembling voice.
Kangxi slammed the memorial in his hand onto the imperial case, passed a few people, lifted the door curtain and ran out in large strides.
The emperor's actions were too fast. By the time Liang Jiugong could react, Kangxi had already rushed out.
"Your Majesty, it's raining heavily outside. Please take an umbrella." What a big deal! Liang Jiugong also hurriedly chased after Kangxi, and at the same time couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.
This year’s Wanshou Festival was really a terrible time!
Cao Yin and Nalan Rongruo, who had witnessed the whole thing, didn't know what to do now. With their status, they were definitely not allowed to enter the inner palace at this time, so they could only follow them out of the imperial study room.
Then they stood side by side in silence under the eaves outside, waiting anxiously.
Although neither of them spoke, the thoughts in their hearts were almost the same. They were afraid that this was most likely the handwriting left by the eldest princess Jianning before. They couldn't help but let it out.
Why is it so difficult? She knew that Yinreng in history had smallpox as a child like Kangxi, but because she was not sure of the specific age at which he got smallpox, she had always taken precautions.
Not long after she saw Moo Moo, she remembered cowpox, but because she had never been able to find the opportunity to start researching it, she had postponed it until now.
Yinreng was only two months shy of his second birthday, so why did he get smallpox so suddenly? Why is his superpower no longer effective?
"Auntie, wuwuwuwu, gu, it hurts so much."
"Baocheng, where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?" Qingyan wiped away her tears and hurriedly got up and bent down to Yinreng's side.
"The arms, fleshy, hurt."
Hearing Yinreng say this, Qingyan carefully unbuttoned all the buttons of Yinreng's apricot pajamas, and saw a few pimples appeared sporadically on Yinreng's right shoulder, and then she burst into tears.
Non-stop.
"Auntie, give it a try, huh huh, huh huh, it won't hurt anymore."
"Okay, Auntie, give Baocheng a shout." Qingyan said in tears.
Kangxi was still sorting out these intricate forces with his confidants in the imperial study. Liang Jiugong, who had gone to the tea room next door to make tea, came back with empty hands and a pale face. He raised his head in panic and said, "The emperor is not well."
, Your Highness has smallpox!"
"What did you say?!" Kangxi suddenly stood up from his armchair and stared at Liang Jiugong who was standing below.
Nalan Rongruo and Cao Yin were also shocked.
This time last year, the three-year-old Baoqing brother contracted smallpox and suffered a lot. Even though he was treated promptly and the people around him took good care of him, it still took him more than ten days to survive the smallpox.
And the little prince is less than two years old now...
"For some reason, His Highness suddenly got an acne breakout while sleeping until midnight. Now Young Master Hesheli has sealed the Chuxiu Palace, and Dr. Zhang is treating it inside." Liang Jiugong said in a trembling voice.
Kangxi slammed the memorial in his hand onto the imperial case, passed a few people, lifted the door curtain and ran out in large strides.
The emperor's actions were too fast. By the time Liang Jiugong could react, Kangxi had already rushed out.
"Your Majesty, it's raining heavily outside. Please take an umbrella." What a big deal! Liang Jiugong also hurriedly chased after Kangxi, and at the same time couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.
This year’s Wanshou Festival was really a terrible time!
Cao Yin and Nalan Rongruo, who had witnessed the whole thing, didn't know what to do now. With their status, they were definitely not allowed to enter the inner palace at this time, so they could only follow them out of the imperial study room.
Then they stood side by side in silence under the eaves outside, waiting anxiously.
Although neither of them spoke, the thoughts in their hearts were almost the same. They were afraid that this was most likely the handwriting left by the eldest princess Jianning before. They couldn't help but let it out.
Why is it so difficult? She knew that Yinreng in history had smallpox as a child like Kangxi, but because she was not sure of the specific age at which he got smallpox, she had always taken precautions.
Not long after she saw Moo Moo, she remembered cowpox, but because she had never been able to find the opportunity to start researching it, she had postponed it until now.
Yinreng was only two months shy of his second birthday, so why did he get smallpox so suddenly? Why is his superpower no longer effective?
"Auntie, wuwuwuwu, gu, it hurts so much."
"Baocheng, where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?" Qingyan wiped away her tears and hurriedly got up and bent down to Yinreng's side.
"The arms, fleshy, hurt."
Hearing Yinreng say this, Qingyan carefully unbuttoned all the buttons of Yinreng's apricot pajamas, and saw a few pimples appeared sporadically on Yinreng's right shoulder, and then she burst into tears.
Non-stop.
"Auntie, give it a try, huh huh, huh huh, it won't hurt anymore."
"Okay, Auntie, give Baocheng a shout." Qingyan said in tears.
Kangxi was still sorting out these intricate forces with his confidants in the imperial study. Liang Jiugong, who had gone to the tea room next door to make tea, came back with empty hands and a pale face. He raised his head in panic and said, "The emperor is not well."
, Your Highness has smallpox!"
"What did you say?!" Kangxi suddenly stood up from his armchair and stared at Liang Jiugong who was standing below.
Nalan Rongruo and Cao Yin were also shocked.
This time last year, the three-year-old Baoqing brother contracted smallpox and suffered a lot. Even though he was treated promptly and the people around him took good care of him, it still took him more than ten days to survive the smallpox.
And the little prince is less than two years old now...
"For some reason, His Highness suddenly got an acne breakout while sleeping until midnight. Now Young Master Hesheli has sealed the Chuxiu Palace, and Dr. Zhang is treating it inside." Liang Jiugong said in a trembling voice.
Kangxi slammed the memorial in his hand onto the imperial case, passed a few people, lifted the door curtain and ran out in large strides.
The emperor's actions were too fast. By the time Liang Jiugong could react, Kangxi had already rushed out.
"Your Majesty, it's raining heavily outside. Please take an umbrella." What a big deal! Liang Jiugong also hurriedly chased after Kangxi, and at the same time couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.
This year’s Wanshou Festival was really a terrible time!
Cao Yin and Nalan Rongruo, who had witnessed the whole thing, didn't know what to do now. With their status, they were definitely not allowed to enter the inner palace at this time, so they could only follow them out of the imperial study room.
Then they stood side by side in silence under the eaves outside, waiting anxiously.
Although neither of them spoke, the thoughts in their hearts were almost the same. They were afraid that this was most likely the handwriting left by the eldest princess Jianning before. They couldn't help but let it out.
Why is it so difficult? She knew that Yinreng in history had smallpox as a child like Kangxi, but because she was not sure of the specific age at which he got smallpox, she had always taken precautions.
Not long after she saw Moo Moo, she remembered cowpox, but because she had never been able to find the opportunity to start researching it, she had postponed it until now.
Yinreng was only two months shy of his second birthday, so why did he get smallpox so suddenly? Why is his superpower no longer effective?
"Auntie, wuwuwuwu, gu, it hurts so much."
"Baocheng, where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?" Qingyan wiped away her tears and hurriedly got up and bent down to Yinreng's side.
"The arms, fleshy, hurt."
Hearing Yinreng say this, Qingyan carefully unbuttoned all the buttons of Yinreng's apricot pajamas, and saw a few pimples appeared sporadically on Yinreng's right shoulder, and then she burst into tears.
Non-stop.
"Auntie, give it a try, huh huh, huh huh, it won't hurt anymore."
"Okay, Auntie, give Baocheng a shout." Qingyan said in tears.
Kangxi was still sorting out these intricate forces with his confidants in the imperial study. Liang Jiugong, who had gone to the tea room next door to make tea, came back with empty hands and a pale face. He raised his head in panic and said, "The emperor is not well."
, Your Highness has smallpox!"
"What did you say?!" Kangxi suddenly stood up from his armchair and stared at Liang Jiugong who was standing below.
Nalan Rongruo and Cao Yin were also shocked.
This time last year, the three-year-old Baoqing brother contracted smallpox and suffered a lot. Even though he was treated promptly and the people around him took good care of him, it still took him more than ten days to survive the smallpox.
And the little prince is less than two years old now...
"For some reason, His Highness suddenly got an acne breakout while sleeping until midnight. Now Young Master Hesheli has sealed the Chuxiu Palace, and Dr. Zhang is treating it inside." Liang Jiugong said in a trembling voice.
Kangxi slammed the memorial in his hand onto the imperial case, passed a few people, lifted the door curtain and ran out in large strides.
The emperor's actions were too fast. By the time Liang Jiugong could react, Kangxi had already rushed out.
"Your Majesty, it's raining heavily outside. Please take an umbrella." What a big deal! Liang Jiugong also hurriedly chased after Kangxi, and at the same time couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.
This year’s Wanshou Festival was really a terrible time!
Cao Yin and Nalan Rongruo, who had witnessed the whole thing, didn't know what to do now. With their status, they were definitely not allowed to enter the inner palace at this time, so they could only follow them out of the imperial study room.
Then they stood side by side in silence under the eaves outside, waiting anxiously.
Although neither of them spoke, the thoughts in their hearts were almost the same. They were afraid that this was most likely the handwriting left by the eldest princess Jianning before. They couldn't help but let it out.
Why is it so difficult? She knew that Yinreng in history had smallpox as a child like Kangxi, but because she was not sure of the specific age at which he got smallpox, she had always taken precautions.
Not long after she saw Moo Moo, she remembered cowpox, but because she had never been able to find the opportunity to start researching it, she had postponed it until now.
Yinreng was only two months shy of his second birthday, so why did he get smallpox so suddenly? Why is his superpower no longer effective?
"Auntie, wuwuwuwu, gu, it hurts so much."
"Baocheng, where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?" Qingyan wiped away her tears and hurriedly got up and bent down to Yinreng's side.
"The arms, fleshy, hurt."
Hearing Yinreng say this, Qingyan carefully unbuttoned all the buttons of Yinreng's apricot pajamas, and saw a few pimples appeared sporadically on Yinreng's right shoulder, and then she burst into tears.
Non-stop.
"Auntie, give it a try, huh huh, huh huh, it won't hurt anymore."
"Okay, Auntie, give Baocheng a shout." Qingyan said in tears.
Kangxi was still sorting out these intricate forces with his confidants in the imperial study. Liang Jiugong, who had gone to the tea room next door to make tea, came back with empty hands and a pale face. He raised his head in panic and said, "The emperor is not well."
, Your Highness has smallpox!"
"What did you say?!" Kangxi suddenly stood up from his armchair and stared at Liang Jiugong who was standing below.
Nalan Rongruo and Cao Yin were also shocked.
This time last year, the three-year-old Baoqing brother contracted smallpox and suffered a lot. Even though he was treated promptly and the people around him took good care of him, it still took him more than ten days to survive the smallpox.
And the little prince is less than two years old now...
"For some reason, His Highness suddenly got an acne breakout while sleeping until midnight. Now Young Master Hesheli has sealed the Chuxiu Palace, and Dr. Zhang is treating it inside." Liang Jiugong said in a trembling voice.
Kangxi slammed the memorial in his hand onto the imperial case, passed a few people, lifted the door curtain and ran out in large strides.
The emperor's actions were too fast. By the time Liang Jiugong could react, Kangxi had already rushed out.
"Your Majesty, it's raining heavily outside. Please take an umbrella." What a big deal! Liang Jiugong also hurriedly chased after Kangxi, and at the same time couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.
This year’s Wanshou Festival was really a terrible time!
Cao Yin and Nalan Rongruo, who had witnessed the whole thing, didn't know what to do now. With their status, they were definitely not allowed to enter the inner palace at this time, so they could only follow them out of the imperial study room.
Then they stood side by side in silence under the eaves outside, waiting anxiously.
Although neither of them spoke, the thoughts in their hearts were similar. Is it possible that this was the handwriting left by the eldest princess of Jianning?