MTL - Jade Without Fragrance-Chapter 327 float
Chapter 327 Floating
Emperor Tai'an was ill.
The war a few months ago, the birth of the little prince, the murder of the new prince, the abolition of the eldest son, the backlog of bad things, and finally fell under the eyes of the public, and came this disease.
Baiguan was very flustered, the harem was even more flustered, and the queen mother came to visit in person.
The fragrance of medicine filled the Qianqing Palace, and several imperial physicians whispered about the emperor's condition.
The Queen Mother asked the doctor about the situation and saw her son lying on the bed.
"The emperor just doesn't love his body too much."
Tai'an Emperor looked haggard and tried to smile: "I made my mother worry."
The Queen Mother sighed: "Aijia knows that you are not happy, but you can't torture yourself in your heart. Your Majesty, tell the truth to Aijia, is the little prince really just weak?"
Emperor Tai'an stared blankly at the Queen Mother, and smiled bitterly for a while: "I can't hide anything from you."
The Queen Mother's hands on her knees folded subconsciously: "What happened to the child?"
Emperor Tai'an was silent for a moment, then said softly, "He was born with a disability..."
Still didn't say the most terrifying thing.
"So it is." The Empress Dowager held Tai'an Emperor's hand, "Because of this, did the Emperor make up his mind to adopt the clan's son?"
"Yes." Tai'an said in a bitter voice, "I don't want to wait any longer, I don't want to gamble any more. My son is approaching the age of knowing his destiny. After so many years, Wu Guiren was pregnant alone, and it will only be more difficult in the future. There is no guarantee of whether there is a concubine or a pregnancy, whether it is a male or a female, whether it is healthy or sick.
The queen mother listened carefully and nodded slightly: "Since the emperor has made up his mind, there is no need to be angry with those people. The most important thing is to take good care of your body."
"My son knows." The Queen Mother's comfort made Emperor Tai'an look better.
The queen mother took the soup and medicine served by her servants, fed it to Emperor Tai'an herself, and told her carefully before leaving.
Tai'an closed his eyes tiredly.
The illness came like a mountain down. At first, Emperor Tai'an still held his spirits to see the state teacher and called the important ministers to arrange state affairs. Later, the time of lethargy became longer and longer.
In this way, some people's minds become active.
Different from the palaces of King Jing and Prince Ning, the location of Prince Ping’s mansion is a little bit off, and it is more often called Qingyuan when people mention it.
Qingyuan is the residence of Emperor Pingle’s family, who was banned and renamed King Ping. On weekdays, people can’t wait to take a detour when passing by, so as not to get bad luck.
When it gets dark early in winter, Qingyuan looks more secluded. King Ping drank a few glasses of wine as usual, numbing the pain of frustration from the slightly drunk.
A few months ago, he still felt that victory was in sight and that he could regain the land that belonged to him, but in a blink of an eye, he was reduced to a prisoner, and more than ten years of hard work and courage were wasted.
"My lord, drink less."
"Go away!" King Ping reached out and pushed away the concubine who persuaded the wine, and his sleeve swept the wine glass to the ground, making a harsh sound.
The sound of footsteps approached, and one hand picked up the wine glass that was spinning on the ground.
It was one of the stewards of the palace, and King Ping couldn't remember his name.
It doesn't matter if you remember it or not, they are the fourth child anyway.
This whole Qingyuan is a huge cage, which keeps their family in.
"Go away." King Ping didn't have a good look on the person who came.
"My lord, it's dark outside."
"Didn't you hear what I said?" King Ping didn't hear what was being said, and his face became even worse.
The person came closer, and his voice was extremely low: "The emperor has been ill for many days."
King Ping's heart froze, and he immediately looked around, only to find that the person serving in the room was no longer there.
He was cold all over, and the little alcohol was frightened away, and his eyes were fixed on this little butler who didn't remember his name.
"If you want to get back what belongs to you, the little one can recommend someone, and if you don't want to, then the little one has never been there."
"Who the **** are you?" King Ping asked in a low voice.
He heard his own beating heart.
This made him clearly feel that the person in front of him was suspicious, but he still had an uncontrollable desire.
Therefore, he let someone come close to his ear and whispered a word.
"Really?" King Ping's face changed greatly, with a look of disbelief.
Someone slipped something into his hand.
King Ping stared at the things in his hands and his expression changed, and finally nodded: "Okay, let's arrange it, I will meet him."
"Yes." The visitor's demeanor was obviously very respectful.
Not long after, there was a mysterious guest in Qingyuan, and he left after talking with King Ping for half a day.
King Ping sat quietly for a moment, then got up and walked to a place. As he got closer, his footsteps became heavier.
Qi Ming heard the movement and looked over.
Father and son met eyes, and he took the lead in withdrawing his eyes.
Anger flashed on King Ping's face, his heavy steps turned eager, and he soon arrived in front of Qi Ming.
Qi Ming looked at him quietly without speaking.
"Tomorrow, are you still blaming me?"
Qi Ming smiled lightly: "You might as well call me Yang Zhe."
"Tomorrow, you're so smart, you don't know, that's to avoid being pinched by them—"
Qi Ming interrupted King Ping's explanation with a blank expression: "That's why I said I'm not Qi Ming, and the prince is always by your side. If so, who else can I be if I'm not Yang Zhe?"
If he could, he really hoped that he was Yang Zhe, the champion Yang Zhe who had a future, friends, and... life.
King Ping became angry: "Didn't you also tell your fourth uncle where I was hiding? No matter what, I'm still your father, and you are filial!"
In the face of King Ping's accusation, Qi Ming did not change his face: "Then what do you want? Do you want me to cut the meat and debone it for you?"
"Qi Ming!" Meeting the eyes of Qing Lingling, who seemed to see through everything, King Ping sighed in anger, "Forget it, don't argue about this, I have something to discuss with you today..."
King Jing's mansion, King Jing called his two sons to the front again and warned them.
"Shuo'er, you've always been reassuring, but now you're working in the Criminal Department, and you're dealing with a lot of people. You have to be extra cautious these days, and try not to drink and socialize with people."
"Son knows."
King Jing glared at Qi Huan: "You have to be more honest and don't go to messy places for me."
"Got it." Qi Huan was exhausted.
He knew that to his eldest brother, he was instructed by Yin Yin, and to him he was just blowing his beard and staring at him.
I got used to it.
"What's your attitude? Don't think I don't know where you go all day!" King Jing let go of the eldest son and focused on educating the younger son.
When Qi Shuo returned to his residence, a kang table was placed on the clinical kang, and a small charcoal stove was placed on the table. Bone broth was steaming in a small delicate copper pot, next to two dishes of thinly sliced mutton. And some vegetables.
In winter, sitting on a heated kang and eating a pot with meat and vegetables couldn’t be more comfortable.
"It's no wonder I'm getting ready first, and I'll be back so soon." Lin Hao picked up a few slices of mutton and put them in a small copper pot that was boiled.
Qi Shuo smiled and said, "Usually there is a second brother, that's it."
The two finished eating the pot, rinsed their mouths, and talked about Emperor Tai'an's illness.
(end of this chapter)
