He seemed to think that what he said was somewhat humorous, and after saying it, he laughed heartily at Han Jian's dead face, and then walked out leisurely, "Come on, you don't have to stare at me here anymore, with this
If you don't have time, why not go to Xiao Yu's place more often."
Han Jian's expression has returned to normal, and his tone is neither calm nor slow, "Your Majesty has given an order for Han to send the Imperial Master out of the palace."
"What a fuss!"
The Imperial Master waved his hand and then disappeared from Han Jian's sight.
If anyone else was present and saw this scene, they would definitely think that they had seen a ghost.
A big living person just suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes.
However, Han Jian, who witnessed all this, didn't seem to be surprised at all. He only stood there for a while and then returned to Emperor Yufeng.
Although the so-called serious illness was basically false news, only those who were close to him knew that Emperor Yufeng was really ill.
All good colors rely on the elixirs given by the imperial master. In fact, in the evening, the whole person's energy and energy will be much shorter.
The hall was very quiet, and no one was waiting in front of Emperor Yufeng.
When Han Jian came, he saw him leaning on the sill in front of the window, stroking a simple jade pendant in his hand.
"So, I didn't ask you to give it away?"
"The Imperial Master is not an ordinary mortal, even a servant would not be favored by him."
Hearing his words, Emperor Yufeng sneered, "You have always disliked him. I know this very well in my heart. You are my own, so it is better to be casual in front of me."
Although he said that, Han Jian didn't say anything more.
"I... still haven't figured out why the Imperial Master asked me to issue the imperial edict granting marriage in the first place."
Speaking of this matter, Emperor Yufeng's eyebrows were full of gloom.
Since he believed in these things, how could he not be a little wary of the so-called Tianfeng fate of Xie Songhua?
During that draft, he planned to include her in his harem.
But who knew that he would smell that scent on her body that day.
This made him subconsciously reject this woman in his heart.
then……
Emperor Yufeng fell into deep thought and remembered the secret conversation he had with his imperial advisor.
Originally, he completely believed in the words of the Imperial Master, but now...
Emperor Yufeng spread out his left hand, looked at the fingers that had no wounds, and frowned more and more.
At this moment, a cup of soup suddenly appeared in front of him.
Han Jian's voice had no ups and downs, "This is the dietary therapy prescription from the Taiyuan Hospital. Your Majesty can use it now."
His eyes involuntarily turned to Han Jian next to him. This was the godson of the person he trusted the most, and he was now the person he trusted the most.
"Zhuo Qiran has some real abilities in him, but it's a pity that he happened to be the one who broke in that day and knew too much. It's not a good thing after all."
This was the sigh of Emperor Yufeng, who was an emperor. Han Jian had long been accustomed to it, and he kept silent in a tacit understanding.
"Hey, speaking of this, Zhuo Qiran seems to have several sons who are also studying medicine. Where do they work now?"
"Your Majesty, Zhuo Yuan has three sons in total. Originally, his two sons opened a medical clinic in his hometown, and the younger son followed him in the capital to take care of the affairs of the palace. Not long ago, the younger son also returned to his hometown."
"That's it!" Emperor Yufeng didn't know what he thought of, and looked out the window blankly, "I don't know about the other things, but his apprentice is quite good, you should have an impression."
Han Jian was unambiguous, "Your Majesty is talking about Princess Chen."
"Zhuo Qiran has a temperament similar to that of his master. Although he is in the Taiyuan Hospital, he has a stubborn temper. He is over seventy years old and has never heard of wanting to accept any apprentices. He is partial to
So I took in Xie Maocai’s daughter..."
His voice gradually lowered, his eyes suddenly cleared up, and he turned to Han Jian, "Tell me, is there something in this?"
Without waiting for Han Jian to reply, "Go! Send two people to find out where Zhuo Qiran is buried and dig it out for me to examine."
"yes!"
In front of Emperor Yufeng, Han Jian was like a shadow. He didn't need to say anything, he just followed quietly. As for the things Emperor Yufeng ordered, there was never anything he couldn't do properly.
"Jinyiwei has been very arrogant in the city recently. I heard that you had a dispute with Ruzhuo again?"
Han Jian's eyelids twitched and he didn't say anything. He just bowed his body and took a step forward.
Seeing his low profile, Emperor Yufeng seemed to be in a good mood and actually laughed twice, "Come on, I won't blame you. Although I value you very much, you are also the most important person in front of me.
Don't worry! As long as you don't go too far, I won't really support any of you. I just say the same thing, let you go as far as you can, but don't go too far."
The last two words are particularly emphasized.
After saying that, there was a slight sound of phlegm stuck in his throat. Han Jian quickly came forward with a spittoon, waited on him and spit out two mouthfuls of phlegm, and drank two mouthfuls of soup before seeing Emperor Yufeng wave his hand.
Han Jian quietly retreated again.
Only halfway through, I heard Emperor Yufeng say: "What's going on in the East Palace recently?"
"The death of the Queen has been a big blow to His Highness the Crown Prince. He has not been in the mood to take charge of the affairs recently, and the Zhan Shifu is also very quiet. I think it will take some time for Your Highness to adjust."
Hearing this, Emperor Yufeng's eyebrows were a little faint, "How can a prince do such a useless thing? What about the Gao family?"
"The imperial concubine is still asking for medical advice day and night. The seventh prince is waiting for you day and night. The Gao family is looking around for famous doctors."
"Ha..." Emperor Yufeng sighed softly. He didn't know what he was sighing for, but his eyes were still on the sky that was already turning green. "That's all, don't be too harsh on the Gao family. Besides..."
"Besides, it's almost time for Zhang Shoufu to give way."
Even though Han Jian, who always kept his mood and anger secretive, heard this, he couldn't help but slightly raised his eyes and glanced at the person by the window, but his tone was still calm, "Yes! I'll go and make arrangements now."
Everyone feels that the current emperor is lazy and negligent in government affairs. He only thinks about seeking immortality and seeking immortality, pursuing those illusory things, and has no love for the court or the people.
In fact, it would be too naive to really think this way.
This emperor may not be as astonishingly talented as the late emperor and Emperor Taizu, but he is definitely not a dim monarch.
There seemed to be no figure of the emperor above the court, and all government orders in the world came from the cabinet.
In fact, the entire political affairs of Daqi have been tightly held in his hands. He just doesn't care about the details. What he is good at is controlling every aspect.
How the third prince and the prince quarreled was nothing to this emperor, and he really didn't care at all.
As for the various factions competing against each other above the imperial court, it was nothing more than child's play in his eyes.
What he cares about is that he will always be above these forces.
No matter how you fight and what methods you use, you can never forget that you are the master above.
Sometimes, the harder he saw them fighting, the more excited he became.
This was also the reason why he was unhappy this time.
Because the third prince is dead.
The struggle for power is not terrible; what is terrible is the imbalance of power.
