Before he finished speaking, his eyes closed suddenly, his body swayed, and he fell softly.
"Qin'er!"
Concubine Shu turned pale with fright. She quickly supported Mo Shaohua and cried to Hu Mao: "Quick, go find the imperial doctor."
Hu Mao was a little panicked, but he had to wait for the emperor's order.
When the emperor saw Mo Shaohua fainted, his expression changed, and he angrily scolded Hu Mao, "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you go find the imperial doctor quickly?"
He bent down, picked up Mo Shaohua himself, walked quickly into the inner hall, and placed him on Concubine Shu's bed.
Looking at Mo Shaohua's face that looked so much like his mother, Emperor Chengde's eyes became increasingly gloomy, as thick as the clouds before a storm.
This child looks very much like his mother, but not like him, but fortunately, it's not like him either.
He pulled the quilt to cover Mo Shaohua, looked at Concubine Shu who was crying like a tear by the bed, and sighed deeply, "Don't cry, he just fainted. Let him be lazy while practicing martial arts. His body
It's not like you've been protecting me for so long."
Concubine Shu lowered her head and sobbed, looking worriedly at Mo Shaohua on the bed who looked very much like her sister.
She sighed in her heart, feeling helpless at her sister's fate.
Soon, all the imperial doctors on duty at the imperial hospital arrived.
The imperial doctors knelt down and saluted the emperor and Concubine Shu. Concubine Shu anxiously asked them to get up and go over to check Mo Shaohua's body.
The imperial doctors knelt beside the bed, and one of them stepped forward to check Mo Shaohua's pulse.
After a while, the imperial doctor reported to the emperor and Concubine Shu, "Your Majesty, Concubine Shu, His Highness Prince Ning is not seriously ill. He just fainted from the cold. He will wake up when his body warms up. But he is afraid of catching the cold. He needs to be careful recently."
Take care of your body and never catch the cold again."
The emperor hummed and frowned slightly as he looked at Mo Shaohua on the bed.
Concubine Shu called the palace maids and asked them to add two more charcoal pots to the palace to make the temperature in the palace warmer.
The imperial doctor applied medicine to Mo Shaohua's knees, treated the wound on his head, and then knelt outside to wait for instructions.
The emperor saw that all Mo Shaohua's injuries were taken care of, and his face felt warmer after touching him, before taking Concubine Shu out.
He asked the palace servants to change Mo Shaohua's wet clothes, ordered Hu Mao to prepare for the dragon hunt, and ordered an imperial doctor to stay with Mo Shaohua, and took the reluctant concubine Shu to his dormitory to rest.
As soon as the emperor left, Mo Shaohua, who was unconscious on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.
The expression in those phoenix eyes was cold and indifferent, and there was no trace of the pitiful look just now.
He looked at the goose-yellow bed curtains above his head, his black eyes getting darker and darker.
The emperor wanted to completely destroy him and actually wanted him to marry the daughter of the corrupt minister of household affairs.
The Minister of Household Affairs is not only greedy, but now his popularity in the court is extremely poor. Even if he has a daughter in the harem, he may lose his official position at any time.
If he hadn't still been of some use in the court, the emperor would have killed him long ago.
If he really married the daughter of the Minister of Hubu, the Minister of Hubu would probably be dismissed from office and have his house confiscated.
Even if he had no intention of marrying Bai Liran, he could never marry the daughter of the Minister of Household Affairs.
Winter has come, and the prince's illness has become more and more serious. Even though the emperor has been unwilling to change the prince, he still has doubts in his heart.
The ministers also murmured in their hearts that Dazhen could not let a sick man become the emperor.
In the fire that year, the prince did not die, but was poisoned by the smoke.
Of course, the poison from tobacco is not real. Only Mo Shaohua knows the real poison he was poisoned by.
The reason why he kept the prince alive was just to make him a target and his pawn.
Back then, when he didn't know the truth, although the prince insulted him and Mo Shaoyan, he never thought of taking his life.
When he was young, he worked hard to be the best in order to gain the emperor's favor and protection, but in the end, he and Mo Shaoyan almost died in those people's conspiracy.
Later, the emperor learned about it but did not make the decision for them.
At that time, he knew that the emperor's preference was fake. It was not favor, but a knife hanging over his head.
The knife could fall at any time and kill him in an instant.
Because of his love, Mo Shaoyan has also become the target of public criticism. He must keep a low profile and protect him from the outside, instead of protecting him from behind, so that he can be less targeted.
It was not until later that he learned about his life experience that he decided to fight for the position that should belong to him.
When he was young, he was still in his infancy, but now he has to endure it for a while, and when everything is ready, he will no longer have to be bound by others.
Recalling his life, his eyes were desolate, his thin lips pursed tightly, the hand on his side slowly loosened, he moved his body that had not yet warmed up, and turned over with some effort.
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The next day.
The heavy snow is still falling, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the ground. It is so cold outside that people can't stretch out their hands. The sky and the earth are covered in silver, which is very beautiful.
Taozi lit a charcoal pot in Bai Lianran's room early and made the room warm so that Bai Lianran could dress comfortably when she got up.
Bai Liran went to bed too late last night, and it was already three o'clock in the morning when she woke up today.
She got up and washed up, ate some food, took a look at the weather outside, and sent Yang Zhuang to the medical clinic to check on Qianlan's condition. Then she sat down at the desk and continued writing the business plan for the Medicinal Food Pavilion.
When Mrs. Jiang learned that Bai Lunran had not gone out today, she came to her room with a sewing basket.
I saw her busy, sitting quietly next to her embroidering flowers, and occasionally glanced at Bai Lanran who was busy.
It was freezing outside, but the white room was as warm as spring, and laughter could be heard from time to time.
The laughter here did not disturb the quiet Bai Ranran.
She wrote for a while and felt a little tired. She stretched, got up, walked over, sat next to Yun Shu, and grabbed a handful of melon seeds.
She was eating melon seeds and chatting with Jiang, Yun Shu, Tao Zi, Qing Cheng and Xiao Yu Can.
It was a cold day and there was nothing to do, and it was not the time to cook at this hour, so they were all working as female celebrities in the white room.
Except for Bai Linran and Jiang's clothes, she doesn't need to make them. She makes everyone else's clothes. Qingcheng makes autumn clothes and winter clothes, so she is very busy every day.
The piece she is making now is for Yang Zhuang.
For her daughter's selfishness, she also embroidered some green bamboo branches on the cuffs of her clothes.
Bai Liran saw through it but didn't tell her, she just smiled and continued to eat her seeds.
The cold wind was howling outside, and she felt that Mo Shaohua would definitely not come today.
It's snowing so hard, I don't know if it can stop today?
Fortunately, what I told Mo Shaoyun yesterday was to give him the plan tomorrow, otherwise I would have to go out in the heavy snow today.
She has been busy lately, so she was forced to take a rest today.
Tomorrow evening, she would send the plan to Mo Shaoyun no matter what.
What she wants is not just 20% of the shares of Medicinal Food Pavilion, she wants Mo Shaoyun to invest and do some other money-making business.
In fact, the Medicinal Chicken Restaurant is not doing very well, so she thinks she can try to open a few medicated chicken restaurants that are most suitable for winter.
Wouldn't it be nice to eat herbal chicken hot pot in winter while watching the snow outside the window?
The medicated chicken warms the middle Qi, replenishes essence and marrow, and is suitable for everyone. There is no need to worry about someone not being able to eat it, so it is very convenient to operate.
When she sent the plan to Mo Shaoyun, she planned to use her sharp tongue to make him willingly pay for the store.
Jiang developed the habit of taking a nap. After having lunch in Bai Lianran's room, he took Yu Can back to his room to sleep.
Qingcheng also went to the backyard with Taozi, leaving only Yun Shu and Bai Lianran sitting at the table, reading and chatting over the charcoal fire.
Yun Shu looked at Bai Liran peeling a plate of melon seeds but not eating them. He raised his lips and asked, "Why did you peel the melon seeds but not eat them? They are not for my master, are they?"
Bai Liran picked up some melon seeds and put them in her mouth, raising her eyebrows at Yun Shu, "You are wrong, I just want to eat them for a while to feel good."
When Mo Shaohua wanted to eat melon seeds, anyone could peel them off just by squeaking. She would peel them for him wherever needed.
It's snowing so hard outside. Now he doesn't know if he can go back to Prince Ning's Mansion? This chapter has been completed!