Chapter 229 Falling Sick

King Qin got up and walked around in the study.

Back and forth, no matter how large the study is, it only takes a few dozen steps to walk back and forth.

The further they walked, the more irritable King Qin became.

He simply rolled up his sleeves and continued practicing calligraphy.

His mother said that practicing calligraphy can make people calm and cultivate their moral character. In the past few years, he has been taking care of his body and practicing calligraphy.

Originally, his temperament was not like that of his eldest brother. His eldest brother loved literature, but he preferred to practice martial arts.

Who knows, Aiwen's eldest brother died to protect him. But as a martial arts practitioner, he could only watch his eldest brother die in front of him.

King Qin held the pen and closed his eyes, his eyeballs seemed to be blood red.

The scene of that day seems to be still vivid in my mind. Blood spurted out from the eldest brother's body, covering his head and face.

To this day, he can still feel the hotness of his elder brother's blood, as if it's like a brand, penetrating deeply into his skin.

The queen mother said that the mind should not be distracted, and the person with a disturbed mind would be weak. But the queen mother did not teach him. In addition to practicing calligraphy, there were other ways to keep his mind from being disturbed.

Now, King Qin felt that practicing calligraphy could no longer suppress the anger surging in his heart.

With his face as deep as water and his pen as golden as a hook, King Qin wrote down his familiar Zen thoughts one stroke at a time on the white rice paper.

To gain nothing

Bodhisattva

According to Prajnaparamita

There is no worry in the heart. There is no worry, so there is no fear...

In the study room, the pot filled with rare treasures of good fortune, longevity, happiness and wealth shone brightly under the candlelight. For a moment, King Qin's mind was filled with the splendor of the pot full of gold and jade, and for another moment he was reminded of the familiar and extremely beautiful face of Lu Sheige.

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And Chen Xiaohu, the one who follows his sister all day long, is more like an older brother than his two brothers, and has a handsome and harmless smile all day long.

King Qin's calligraphy at this moment changed from the soft and delicate style of the past. The writing style was majestic, strong and powerful, like a dragon and a snake racing, and the iron book and silver hook penetrated the back of the paper.

The person who wrote such a single stroke is not someone who has been in a weak body for many years and can practice it.

When King Qin's rice paper was full, he realized that the sentence he had written underneath had been changed.

When her husband was eighteen or nineteen, he had the courage to bully Han Peng. No need for a sword to take revenge, no need for soldiers to serve the country...

"Hehehe..."

Looking at the sentence in front of him, King Qin raised his head and laughed.

"I'm going to take care of my husband at the age of 18, but I have the courage to bully Han Peng...poof..." A mouthful of blood spurted out and splashed on the rice paper in front of him that was filled with words.

From the small table, I heard King Qin's laughter first from the study, then the sound of things falling, and finally a "bang" sound, like the sound of tables, chairs or other heavy objects falling to the ground.

The small table and the small cabinet looked at each other hastily. The small table boldly stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

An angry shout from King Qin came from the room: "Get out..."

The little table trembled in fright, and she quickly retracted her hand that was about to push the door.

The little cabinet trembled and asked in a low voice: "What should I do? Do you want to call father-in-law Cheng?"

Xiao Zuo thought about it for a while and then said with a heart: "You just listen here, I'll go find Eunuch Cheng to ask for the imperial doctor."

His Highness the King of Qin has been in poor health. The weather is as warm as March, and he has to wear thick clothes and hold a hand stove, so his face is still as white as paper, and his hands and feet are cold.

His Highness was stabbed in the capital two years ago. The wound was not deep. He had to lie down for several days before he could get up. After that, he suffered from frequent ailments. The Empress also specially prepared a small kitchen in the side palace for the third prince, just for convenience.

At that time, His Highness the King of Qin, who had not yet been crowned king, used it to prepare medicinal herbs, hot soups and hot dishes.

Now that she has left the palace, the Queen Mother has ordered Dr. Min in the palace to come over the next day to ask for a safe pulse for King Qin.

When the little table heard King Qin's laughter just now, he felt something was wrong. Later, the sound of things falling came from the room, which made his scalp numb even more.

If something happens to His Highness King Qin, his life may not be guaranteed.

The most important thing is, is there anything wrong with what he and King Qin said in the study today?

The little table kept thinking all the way. When they found Eunuch Cheng in the accounting room, they didn't dare to hide it. They just left out the beginning part and said that they heard something falling in the study of King Qin, but King Qin did not allow them to enter the house to serve.

When Eunuch Cheng heard this, he didn't care about the rare treasures all over the floor that needed to be inspected and put into storage. He first sent someone to ask for Dr. Min, and then hurried to the study.

When Eunuch Cheng rushed to the study, he got the permission of King Qin and pushed the door open. He saw that the room was in a mess. King Qin's face was as white as paper and he was slumped in a chair, panting.

"Your Highness."

Eunuch Cheng hurriedly took a few steps, avoiding the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the ground, and walked to King Qin. "Your Highness, do you feel unwell? I have sent for Dr. Min. Dr. Min will be here soon."

"Nothing." King Qin waved his hand, "Let someone come in and clean up."

Eunuch Cheng bowed his head and agreed. He first ordered the small table and cupboard to help King Qin go to the bedroom next door to rest and wait for the arrival of Dr. Min.

After the small table and small cupboard helped King Qin to go out, he could personally take care of the four treasures of the study, the pen holder, the ornaments and other items that had been thrown to the ground.

He lit the charcoal basin again and burned the papers written by King Qin into soot one by one. After making sure that nothing was missing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Early the next morning, before Eunuch Cheng entered the palace, the Queen learned that King Qin had entertained guests yesterday and was so tired that he called the imperial doctor in the middle of the night.

"Your Majesty, your body is too weak." Emperor Chen Quan, who had just left the court, said with dissatisfaction.

"Your Majesty." Empress Shen's eyes were filled with tears, and she suppressed her worry and asked, "Is it my concubine's fault that the emperor's body is weak?"

The third prince, Chen Jianye, had been weak since he was a child, so Empress Shen spent more time on him than her other two sons.

But even so, Queen Shen did not complain in front of Chen Quan or say that Chen Quan was wrong.

But today, Queen Shen seemed unwilling to endure it any longer and asked the emperor in front of her.

"This..." The emperor hesitated for a moment, then remembered that it was him who gave birth to Chen Jianye early in the morning, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

Yes, it is not Empress Shen's fault that Jianye is weak, but his fault.

He and Queen Shen had three sons in total. The eldest son and the second son were both good at both civil and military affairs. They were not only in good health but also learned martial arts.

pity……

Thinking that the eldest son died to save him, and the second son died because of his negligence. Now the queen only has one child, Jianye, it is inevitable that she feels even more distressed.

"It's my fault." Chen Quan softened his tone, "I asked Deng Wuwei to prepare some nourishing holy products and go to the Prince of Qin's Mansion to see the emperor. Don't be anxious. I heard that Dr. Min is in the Prince of Qin's Mansion. Dr. Min is the imperial hospital.

The head of the hospital, with his excellent medical skills, will definitely be able to keep the emperor safe."

Who would have expected that the queen would not appreciate it: "Don't you know that your majesty is useless?"

Not only was Chen Quan not displeased by the rebuke, but he felt much more relaxed, "Then just send it away and let it go..."

He couldn't remember the name of the manager of Prince Qin's palace for a moment, so he immediately changed his words and said, "Let the prince keep it for now and use it after he recovers."

As if she was afraid that Empress Shen would be dissatisfied, she added: "Send some more gold, silver and jewelry to Prince Qin's palace, so that the prince can buy whatever he wants. What do you think?"

Queen Shen lowered her head and did not respond. She only listened to Chen Quan instruct Deng Wuwei to deliver those things to Prince Qin's Mansion.

I couldn't help but sneer in my heart, it has been several months since Jianye came to Beijing, and this is the first time the emperor has given anything to the emperor.

Why does he still know how to send some gold, silver and jewelry to the emperor to buy things?

This man was born to be a bitch, and when she poured out her heart and soul to him, he was not moved. Every time she wanted to fall out, he felt that a wife who was a bitch was more valuable.
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