The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Ink painting is one of the palace maids who have been following Luo QingHan for the longest time. She is two years older than Luo QingHan. She has just turned 20 this year. She is beautiful and tall.

She is neither as nosy as Huixiang, nor as determined to climb up as silk and bamboo.

Strictly adhering to the principle of less talking and more doing, she is a very competent palace maid.

Xiao Xixi doesn't have any special impression on the palace girl, but Baoqin is close to her. They often study cooking and needlework together.

The next day, the emperor and empress Qin personally came to the Linde hall.

They didn't make an appointment. They came from different directions, but they happened to meet at the door of Linde hall.

There was still a faint on the back of the Qin Emperor: "I'll see the emperor."

There are many imperial doctors watching around. The emperor's attitude is much more gentle than in private in order to look good in face.

"The queen doesn't have to be polite. Why are you here?"

Empress Qin: "the prince's illness has been bad. My concubine was worried, so she came to have a look."

Emperor: "I am the same, thinking that the prince has been ill for a little half a month, I am really worried."

The emperor and empress talked as if there were no one else, and then entered the bedroom hand in hand.

The prince dragged the sick body out of bed and saluted respectfully.

"The children's ministers paid homage to their father and empress mother."

The emperor said in a warm voice, "you are still ill. Don't move. Go back to bed."

Two small eunuchs came forward and helped the prince lie down.

The emperor first expressed his condolences to the prince, and then called the imperial doctors to ask how the prince's condition was.

The doctors said a lot of things, and they summed it up——

"The prince is cold. From the symptoms, his condition is not serious. It is not difficult to treat, but he has not improved for some reason."

After hearing this, the emperor's face was not very good-looking: "since it is not difficult to cure, why hasn't it improved for so long? You quacks!"

The imperial doctors were terrified and knelt down to apologize.

The emperor couldn't really drag all these imperial doctors out and cut them down. Finally, he could only punish them for a month, and drive them out.

The emperor sighed, "tomorrow is a feast for all the people, but you are still ill, Prince. What should I do about it?"

Luo QingHan said weakly, "it's just cold. I can go out tomorrow if I wear more clothes."

"Well, actually, I shouldn't have forced you so hard, but the post of tomorrow's Qunfang banquet has been sent out, and the princes and nobles in Beijing have received the news. It's really bad to postpone it. I can only wrong you for the time being."

"Father, don't say so. It's the children's ministers who don't work hard. It's the children's ministers who should be blamed for this."

The emperor was pleased that the prince was clever and sensible, and he comforted Haosheng again.

The empress of Qin Dynasty looked at their father and son coldly, and there was no change in their expression on his indifferent face.

It was not until the emperor left that the queen of Qin began to speak lightly.

"What's the matter with your disease?"

Luo QingHan: "I don't know."

Empress Qin always felt that his illness was too strange, but she couldn't find evidence, and she couldn't hold on to it.

She waved back all the maids and eunuchs.

They were the only two left in the bedroom. The queen of Qin asked seriously.

"Who are you going to choose as the crown princess for the Qunfang banquet tomorrow?"

Luo QingHan drooped his eyes and said, "all the children and ministers listen to the arrangement of father, emperor and empress."

"But this palace is different from the Crown Princess chosen by the emperor."

Luo QingHan stopped talking.