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

For fear of being blamed by the emperor, the imperial doctor quickly explained the emperor's condition in detail. All he said were professional terms. Both the emperor and Princess Hui were confused.

The emperor impatiently interrupted the imperial doctor's order.

"Just say when I can recover from this disease."

The imperial doctor made his forehead sweat, but he didn't dare to wipe it. He had to tunnel carefully.

"Less than a month, more than a year."

The emperor was more and more dissatisfied: "you said that before. Now it has been more than half a month. You still say that. Are you deliberately fooling me?!"

The imperial doctor hurriedly knelt down: "Weichen dare not, Weichen is telling the truth!

Although your majesty is only a flesh wound, he has lost too much blood. If he wants to recover, he must take more time to recuperate slowly.

If your majesty wants to get better quickly, I have a way here.

But the dosage must be increased.

Your majesty should know that medicine is three poisons.

If the medicine is too strong, it will hurt your Majesty's dragon body.

Weichen felt that we should focus on recuperation, supplemented by mild decoction.

Although the recovery is slow, it will not damage your Majesty's dragon body.

In the long run, this is the best treatment for your majesty. "

The emperor is also slightly familiar with pharmacology.

He knew that what the imperial medical order said was reasonable, but he was worried.

As the king of a country, he is always ill in bed. It is easy for some uneasy and kind-hearted people to have the idea of taking advantage of it.

He must recover as soon as possible.

The emperor suppressed his restlessness and said in a deep voice, "get up."

The imperial doctor ordered him to stand up and quietly wiped the cold sweat on his head.

After waiting for your pulse, the imperial doctor's order withdrew.

The emperor still frowned and looked in a bad mood.

Princess Hui talked about some interesting things in the palace and wanted to make the emperor happy.

The emperor was always absent-minded.

Gan Fu came in and asked what he wanted for lunch?

The emperor had no appetite and didn't want to eat anything.

He frowned and said, "you can do it. Just be light."

"Here."

Exquisite meals were brought to the table. These meals had been poisoned by special personnel, but the emperor still had doubts.

Princess Hui was very interesting. She helped the emperor try all the dishes first because of her greedy mouth.

The emperor watched her eat with his own eyes. After he was sure there was nothing different, he took up the bowl and drank the soup slowly.

His appetite is really terrible.

After drinking only half a bowl of soup, he couldn't drink it.

Huifei advised him to eat more.

Unfortunately, it's useless.

The emperor was not hungry either. He just had no appetite. No matter what he ate, he tasted like chewing wax.

He was a little upset and said he wanted to be alone.

Princess Hui stood up and said in a warm voice, "I'll go to the side hall to have a rest. Your majesty will have a good rest. If anything happens, I'll summon my body. I'll be on call."

"Yes."

As soon as Princess Hui left, the emperor called Ganfu.

"You ask someone to check the imperial doctor's order to see if he is different recently?"

"Here."

Ganfu was ordered to leave.

The imperial medical order was promoted by the emperor. It can be regarded as one of the emperor's confidants. The emperor should trust him very much.

But the emperor was always suspicious.

He can even doubt his own son, not to mention a medical order.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, he was assassinated and injured in the city tower. Although he had cleaned the forbidden guards, he dealt with all suspicious people, but the real murderer behind the scenes was still not caught.

The emperor was always uneasy.

He touched the wound on his chest.

The wound has scabbed and doesn't hurt much.

But his physical condition is far worse than before.

Years of political struggle gave him an extremely keen sense of smell.

He suspected that he had been hurt.

If his conjecture is true, the people who can lay hands on him in ignorance, except the concubines who accompany him every day, are people from the Tai hospital.

Those concubines live by him. If he dies, those concubines must also be buried with him.

They're not stupid enough to push themselves to a dead end.

Apart from them, there are only too many hospitals left.

The sun is setting in the West.

At dusk, the welcoming team came to Dingbei Hou's house.

Bu Shengyan, dressed in red Zhai clothes, stepped out of the Marquis house with the help of Xi Niang.

She covered her face with a fan, with a long skirt winding down the steps, and the red gemstones at the top of the Phoenix hairpin glittered in the sunset.

Dingbei Hou stood at the door of Hou's house on crutches and watched his daughter getting farther and farther away from him. He couldn't help but red his eyes.

From today on, the daughter he carefully raised will become a member of another family.

She has a husband and a new family.

She has a new dependence and no longer needs her father's protection.

While others were not paying attention, Dingyuan Hou quietly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

In the midst of laughter, the bride sat in the eight lift sedan chair.

The guests of Hou's house joined the procession of seeing off the relatives and sent them to the king's house all the way.

The wedding process has long been arranged by the etiquette department, and the process is very cumbersome.

When they got to the last step, the king of England and bu Shengyan were very tired.

But the king of England can't rest yet.

He has to entertain guests outside.

Bu Shengyan sat alone on the wedding bed, accompanied by servant girls and Xi Niang.

The night outside is getting darker and darker.

Bu Sheng Yan was almost asleep.

The king of England is finally back.

As soon as he entered the door, the servant girl and Xi Niang withdrew with interest.

Only the newly married couple are left in the house.

Bu Sheng Yan still maintained a correct sitting posture, holding a gold painted fan in his hand, which covered his face.

She lowered her eyebrows and saw a pair of dark silk shoes stop in front of her.

Then the fan in her hand was taken away.

She raised her head and just looked at Luo yechen.

Two people face each other with four eyes.

After a brief silence.

Luo yechen laughed.

"You are so beautiful today."

Before, he only thought that Bu Sheng Yan was very fierce, like a tigress, and didn't care too much about her appearance.

But now, in the light of the candle, her bright face, like a flame, shone into his eyes and burned with his heart.

Bu Sheng smiled and asked, "how much wine did you drink?"

She smelled the strong wine smell of Luo yechen, and his flushed cheeks should have drunk a lot.

There is sobering tea on the small table next to it.

She poured a cup of tea and handed it to Luo yechen.

Luo yechen said, "no, I didn't drink much."

Bu Sheng Yan didn't believe it: "if you didn't drink much, how could you have such a heavy smell of wine?"

Luo yechen leaned over and said in her ear.

"I know those guys will drink on purpose.

I spilled some wine on my clothes while they were not paying attention.

It makes me smell like wine.

Others will think I drank a lot, and I pretend to be drunk, which is more realistic.

As long as I'm drunk, those people won't be able to drink me anymore. "