Rebirth of the High Gate Mistress

Xie asked: "So, you want our child to be used as a pledge in the palace, right?"

 Zhao Xuan fell silent.

Mrs. Xie secretly rolled her eyes at him and said nothing. After Zhao Xuan went to cross the hospital, Mrs. Xie's mother couldn't help but said: "Madam, do you really agree to choose one of our brothers to send away? The children are all You are still young, how can you do this?"

Xie sighed secretly and replied: "It's all meat that fell from my body. Of course I can't bear to part with it."

Amu frowned and said with dismay: "Then why didn't you explain it clearly to the prince just now? Even if you give it to me in front of our room, you are also giving it to Meng's child."

When Mrs. Xie heard this, she laughed. She looked at Eminem and said, "This matter has not yet been decided. The purpose of sending the hostage into the palace is just to show sincerity. We will report to His Majesty to abolish the guard army and increase the tribute. These two things are enough to show loyalty, and His Majesty may not allow the hostages to be brought into the palace."

After hearing what Xie said, Amu breathed a sigh of relief, but he still said uneasy: "Then if the saint really wants the prince to send a hostage into the palace, what should we do?"

“I think the prince is drunk by that Meng family, and he obviously can’t bear to part with her child.”

Xie sneered: "But it was already agreed that if Meng gives birth to a boy, he will be raised under my knees. Since I am his mother, everything in the future must be decided by me."

Saying that, Ms. No matter how much we fight, it’s meaningless.”

Mentioning this, Ms. Xie fell into deep thought. She frowned slightly and murmured to herself: "Who knows what His Majesty has in mind? I just hope that for the sake of Prince Yong's Mansion taking the lead in showing sincerity, he will let us go." One horse.”

Xie is a shrewd person who can see the subtleties. She guessed right. Li Ling did have the intention to withdraw from the vassal.

 Nowadays, in Da Qi, the country is rich and the people are strong. It is time to weaken the power of the vassal kings and firmly control the power in the hands of the imperial power.

 But recently, Li Ling has been preoccupied with worrying about his wife's illness, and is not in the mood to think about this.

In a palace in a villa on the outskirts of Beijing, Chunni was sitting on a small stool and carefully selecting medicinal materials. Doctor Zhang was crouching at the desk, studying the prescription.

The palace people were all waiting outside the palace, and the huge palace was so quiet that there was no sound.

Li Ling strolled into the palace and waved his hand to tell the palace people not to disturb him. He entered the palace quietly. Chunni was sitting not far from the door. She was the first to notice the emperor's arrival and quickly stood up to greet him.

Li Ling politely asked her not to be polite, then walked up to Divine Doctor Zhang and gave him a slight salute respectfully.

Li Ling is wearing plain clothes. Although he also wears a golden crown and jade belt, compared with the dragon robe, he is less majestic and more gentle.

Miracle Doctor Zhang raised his head slightly, smacked his mouth, but in the end did not say any harsh words. He only said: "I am studying a good way to cure your mother's illness. Your Majesty, please sit down as you please."

This is obviously Li Ling's palace, but when the old man said it, it seemed like he was the owner.

But Li Ling expected the old man to heal his wife, so naturally he would not resort to these false gifts. He smiled and replied: "Sir, just be busy, I will entrust the queen's illness to you."

When the old man heard this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Li Ling, and said with a dull face: "It's better for your Majesty to wait until I find a way to cure your mother's illness before you say this."

Li Ling originally wanted to inquire about his wife's illness with the old man, but when he saw that the old man was tight-lipped and unwilling to say more, Li Ling was anxious, but he didn't want to press more. He was afraid of offending the old man and not being able to devote himself to his wife. Cure.

Li Ling smiled awkwardly and replied: "Then Mr. Lao." The old man just said "hmm", said nothing more, and returned to studying.

Although the old man didn't want to pay attention, Li Ling had no intention of leaving. He turned around and sat down on the pier opposite Chun Ni, causing Chun Ni to quickly bend over and salute: "Your Majesty -"

Li Ling ordered her to stand up and said with a smile: "Girl, don't be restrained. I will work with you to prepare medicine for the queen."

 He ​​calls himself "I" instead of me. Even in front of Chuni, his young apprentice, he is humble and polite, without any air of majesty of an emperor.

Chunni replied in fear: "Your Majesty has killed the common people."

 Li Ling picked up a herb and asked Chunni humbly: "How about this? Can it be used?"

Seeing that the emperor really wanted to learn, Chunni stopped being rigid. He patiently explained the method of selecting medicinal materials and how to brew them. Li Ling listened attentively, and then he and Chunni Get busy.

 Doctor Zhang has just examined Jing Shu, so the medicine he is prescribing is also a trial medicine. To be on the safe side, when brewing the medicinal ingredients, the old gentleman always asked his disciple Chun Ni to do it himself.

After selecting the medicinal materials, Chunni carefully found the quantities according to the prescription given by the master, then put them into the medicine jar and boiled them over a fire.

Chunni was putting the medicinal materials aside, and Li Ling was fanning the fire. Boiling the medicinal materials was a slow and meticulous job, and Li Ling did it quietly without a trace of impatience.

After the decoction was boiled, Chunni clarified the concoction, put it into a thermal jar, and presented it to Li Ling respectfully, saying: "Your Majesty, the medicine has been prepared. After all your hard work, why don't you give it to me personally?" Your Majesty, please send it over."

Chunni was naturally afraid of the emperor, but her experience with Li Ling made her let go of her restraint.

 The emperor is not a god, and when he cares about his wife, he has the same feelings as ordinary people.

 Li Ling glanced at Doctor Zhang who was still immersed in studying at the side, and lowered his voice and said to Chuni: "Girl, come with me, I have something to ask you."

Chunni understood and followed Li Ling out of the hall with the medicine jar.

As soon as he walked out of the hall, Li Ling couldn't wait to ask Chunni: "Girl, what did your master say about the illness? Is he sure that he can cure the illness?"

Chunni was smart and had already guessed that Li Ling was going to ask her this. She smiled slightly and replied: "About my mother's illness, the master didn't say much to me."

As soon as Li Ling heard this, his face suddenly showed disappointment.

Chuni quickly comforted her: "But don't worry, Your Majesty. Although the master has not yet found a cure for the illness, according to the master's medical skills, he is sure to cure her."

"Your Majesty doesn't know something. My master has a straight temper. If he was not sure about something, he would have given up long ago."

When Li Ling heard this, a relieved smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he smiled at Chuni and replied: "That's good, that's good."

“Your master has a good temper. Ahem, he’s actually not bad.”

Chunni couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile when she saw that the aloof emperor had such an obvious expression of joy and anger.