The concubine in the medicine pot is charming again, and the sick and tyrant obediently confesses 177 The little sick ghost is with me, she is always with me
177 The little sick ghost is with me, she is always with me
"I'm awake. I'm finally awake. I've scared the Aijia to death. I've really scared the Aijia to death in the past five days..."
In Shoukang Palace, the haggard-looking Queen Mother Hua was leaning on the soft couch, her spirit that had been tense for five days finally relaxed.
"The Queen Mother is relieved. Jin'er and Suyi have already visited Changle Palace. Doctor Wen said that the imperial concubine only needs to rest for a few days, and there will be no serious problems in a short time."
Yan Jin'er smiled and spoke, kneeling beside the couch with Hua Suyi to comfort the Queen Mother.
In the blink of an eye, the assassination of Luo Tian Dajiao happened a month ago. But for Empress Dowager Hua, who experienced it all personally and almost lost her life at the hands of her nephew, the shadow was indescribable.
She would wake up in the middle of the night, become depressed suddenly, and get sick from time to time...
Her mental state was up and down, so when faced with the fact that Xiao Xiruo had been in a coma for five days and almost died, in addition to thinking about the Hua family, she also felt an inexplicable coldness...
"It's okay, aunt, it's okay..."
Holding her aunt's hand, Hua Suyi's tone was as gentle as possible.
Finally, Queen Mother Hua slowly calmed down in fear and began to inquire about preparations for the Jie Feng Banquet and Mingqiu Mountain Hunting, as well as where the Beiyi delegation had traveled.
As the two major events to welcome the envoys this time, the reception banquet and the Mingqiu Mountain hunting both have the shadow of the Ministry of Rites.
Among them, the reception banquet was hosted by the Ministry of Etiquette. Everything was held according to the highest standards of the Dayan banquet, so that the people of Beiyi could see the power of Dayan.
"Don't worry, aunt, my father ordered the officials from the Ministry of Rites to prepare a list of attendees yesterday, and the notices can be sent to the homes of every official attending the meeting in the future."
There are also fine wines and delicacies, beauties singing and dancing, rewards from great powers, etc. Hua Qingsong can be said to do everything personally, fearing that something will go wrong.
"As for the hunting side, Mr. Yao Zhongyao and Mr. Chen Shiduo from the patrol camp have already gone to set up defenses. The materials delivered by the Ministry of Revenue are still on the way. I think everything should be ready by the time the envoy comes to Beijing."
"We'll be there in seven days?"
At the same time, in Prince Qi's palace, Feng Qi was holding his hands on his hips, discussing with his uncle and others the important matter of personally welcoming the Beiyi delegation and arranging for them to stay in the post house.
"I never thought that those barbarians could run away so well. They managed to cover half of my map in Dayan in just a few days. What's the matter? Are you so anxious to see our beautiful mountains and rivers?"
After licking his back molars, Feng Qi finally decided to go under the Zhengyang Gate on Zhuque Street, with patrol battalions on both sides, and meet the third prince of Beiyi in person.
Garuda, right?
A magical bird, right?
I want to see how high you can fly!
Early the next morning, all officials went to court again.
They had not seen the emperor for five days. In the past, the emperor was attached to the Hua family and was a banner that could not be pulled. So he came to court only three days ago, and the ministers were not surprised.
Later, the emperor broke with the Hua family, and the frequency of going to court changed from once every three days to the original seven-day break for the Yan Dynasty.
Even though he was sitting there listening to people quarreling and had no real power, the emperor was still there where he should be.
Recently, I have even spoken out during quarrels a few times, which has influenced the decisions of several important matters to a certain extent.
Until five days ago...
The imperial concubine is critically ill.
If I can't go to court, I won't go to the imperial study room, and I won't even return to the Yangxin Hall.
The courtiers didn't know if he was pretending or if he was really into it. In short, he was just a little unaccustomed to it, and even the quarrels were not so lively.
Well, they just got the news yesterday. The imperial concubine had woken up and was no longer in serious condition. It was time for their emperor to come back and listen to their quarrel, right?
Not really!
When they arrived at the court, what they saw was the eunuch Shen Mian who was smiling so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.
Let's go, let's go...
The foolish king has given up courting for the noble concubine again.
Half an hour later, Shen Mian sighed as he watched the officials leave, and his face that had been smiling just now suddenly turned gloomy.
At such a critical moment of turmoil in the government, this group of people felt that it was better for their lord to be a coward than to know that his lord was insane...
In the dormitory of the Yangxin Hall, the young man is dressed in white, with hair hanging down like brocade green silk. With his deep and sparkling peach blossom eyes and delicate and charming jawline, he is superior. In terms of temperament and appearance, he is one of a kind, completely natural.
At this moment, he was sitting quietly by the bed, brushing the memorial with his jade fingers, flipping through page after page.
This seemed to be no different from usual, until Wen Susu walked to the bed with the decoction and said warmly:
"Lord, it's time for you to take medicine."
Eyelashes like crow feathers slowly lowered, Feng Wuyan glanced at the medicine bowl on the tray, frowned and said:
"No need, I remember I've already taken the medicine."
Wen Susu paused and then asked: "When did it happen?"
"Just now," Feng Wuyan seemed to think for a while, and then said very naturally: "The little sick girl gave me food. She said that if I didn't take medicine, she would be afraid..."
Hearing this, Wen Susu's hand holding the tray shook, and her eyes turned red.
After a while, she asked more quietly:
"Master... is your Majesty here too? Why didn't my subordinates see her?"
Seeing Wen Susu say this, Feng Wuyan immediately lowered his eyebrows and said in a cold tone:
"You can put down the medicine and go out, as long as she stays here with me."
"……yes."
Putting the tray in her hand on the table, Wen Susu watched helplessly as the young man closed the memorial in his hand and looked to her side with a gentle expression.
Wen Susu still remembers that it was the little imperial concubine's favorite place to sit during those days when she came to Yangxin Hall to take care of her master.
But now?
There is nothing there...
Walking out of the dormitory in silence, Wen Susu weakly shook her head at Shen Mian who was guarding outside, then wiped away her tears and walked towards Changle Palace alone.
Along the way, Wen Susu was wondering whether she had fulfilled her promise to her master and whether she had truly taken care of their master like a sister.
At first, she wanted to push the little noble concubine to Feng Yehan because the little noble concubine was kind to the owl tribe. She wanted the little noble concubine to like a normal person and not step into their master's trap because of her emotional slowness.
Because once you step in, it's hard to get out.
She pretends to be great, as if everything is based on morality and loyalty to her character...
But only she knows that she also has selfish motives.
She didn't want the Lord to get deeper and deeper into this matter, and thus be implicated in the little noble concubine's mind...
Ordinary people are vulnerable in the face of weakness, let alone someone like their Lord?
But it happened that someone like their master, who was deeply trapped in nightmares, hysteria, and hallucinations, met the noble concubine who was dying soon and could leave this world at any time.
What will happen to the Lord if something happens to her?
Wen Susu had thought about many outcomes, and now she had the answer. Well, it was the one she was most worried about.
Nightmares, hysteria, hallucinations...
The moment the illusion appears, the Lord is not far away from madness. This chapter has been completed!