Feng Shaojun returned to the room and sat beside the bed.
Just after the injection, Eunuch Yang's head no longer hurts so much and his energy is much better than usual. He opened his mouth and asked with a smile: "Are you asking Dr. Li how many days our family has to live?"
Before Feng Shaojun could open his mouth to comfort him, Eunuch Yang said again: "You don't have to hide it from our family. You know best what kind of health you are in. After our family insisted on writing to you more than half a month ago, we knew that the end had come.
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"It's really hard to live like this and endure splitting headaches every day. Our family has thought more than once that we might as well go away earlier and have some peace and quiet."
"But the emperor often comes to visit in person. How can a servant of our family dare to sleep easily if he has received such care and favor from his master? He has endured for so many days. Now that you are back, I can see you in person, and our family can sleep peacefully.
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"Just tell me! How much longer can I live?"
Feng Shaojun's eyes flashed with water, but he didn't hide it anymore and whispered: "Doctor Li said that as long as the adoptive father drinks medicine every day, he can live for another two months."
Eunuch Yang actually laughed: "Can we have two more months? This is enough!"
"Our family knows that if we ask you to go back now, you will definitely not leave. No matter, our family will be selfish and keep you by our side. Our family has lived a lifetime, and when we leave, we also hope to have someone who understands and knows by our side.
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"San'er, don't feel sorry for your adoptive father. Our family has lived a prosperous life in the past few decades. His life span is not short, and he has no regrets when he leaves."
Feng Shaojun turned his head to the side, and after a moment, he turned back. Except for the slight redness at the corners of his eyes, there was nothing unusual about him: "My foster father has an open-minded mind that is difficult for ordinary people to match."
Eunuch Yang smiled and was about to say something else when there was a knock on the door. A waiter came in with dinner.
Strange to say, Eunuch Yang had not eaten properly for several days, but tonight he suddenly had an appetite and smelled the aroma of food: "San'er, our family is hungry."
Feng Shaojun put aside all the turbulent guilty consciences, responded with a smile, brought the dinner to the low table next to the bed, and slowly served Eunuch Yang to dinner.
Eunuch Yang's body is very weak and he is not suitable for eating meat. His dinner is also very light. A bowl of thick porridge and a few vegetarian dishes.
Eunuch Yang ate half a bowl of porridge and a few bites of vegetarian dishes. Then he couldn't eat anymore.
Eunuch Yang called the waiter over: "Go to the kitchen and bring some hot dishes and rice."
This is the dinner specially ordered for Feng Shaojun.
He is so ill that he cannot eat anything meaty. But Feng Shaojun cannot be allowed to eat these.
The chamberlain responded in a hurry. Although Eunuch Yang was ill, no one in the palace dared to neglect him. As a chamberlain, he could recuperate in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and the emperor often came to visit his sick. He was so deeply loved by the saints that everyone envied him.
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This was the case when the prince was recovering from his injuries.
After a while, the waiter came in carrying a large food box.
Three meats and three vegetables, soup and noodles are all available, steaming and smelling delicious.
Feng Shaojun hadn't eaten for most of the day, and he was very hungry. He was really hungry. He didn't show any politeness at the moment, and sat down at the table, moving his chopsticks like flying, and the food was particularly delicious.
Eunuch Yang felt relieved and laughed. He then ordered someone to vacate the room next door so that Feng Shaojun could rest at night.
But Feng Shaojun said: "There is a low couch here, and I will sleep here at night."
Eunuch Yang glanced at her: "You stay with me during the day, but I don't need you to take care of me at night. I can't sleep well at night, and I have to get up two or three times."
Feng Shaojun always had to avoid things like scrubbing convenience. Furthermore, what if Feng Shaojun fell ill from exhaustion during the day and night?
Eunuch Yang was so insistent that Feng Shaojun could only nod in agreement.
Feng Shaojun was running around all the way. At this time, his spirit became relaxed and fatigue came over him. At the urging of Eunuch Yang, Feng Shaojun went to the next room to rest and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
Eunuch Yang also had a good night's sleep.
Emperor Qing'an, on the other hand, was in a state of confusion and could not sleep.
The next day is the imperial meeting.
Emperor Qing'an cheered up and went to court.
Prince Zhu Yun is twenty-nine this year. He has a short beard, is calm and dignified, and has the demeanor of a prince.
Grandson Zhu Dong, ten years old this year, has a handsome face and extraordinary intelligence. Emperor Qing'an appointed his grandson two years ago. The prince is the only son of the empress, and the grandson is the eldest grandson of the East Palace. The courtiers supported him one after another, and no one objected.
In this way, the crown prince of Da Qi was established early, and the successors of the next generation were chosen. People's hearts were at peace, and the court became more stable.
Emperor Qing'an loved his grandson very much, and from the beginning of this year, he allowed his grandson to attend court meetings together.
The major court meetings held twice a month were solemn and solemn. The courtiers would also consider whether to report good news or bad news when presenting memorials. The real trivial affairs of the government were discussed and resolved at the small court meetings on weekdays.
Emperor Qing'an was absent-minded today and spoke less than usual.
The courtiers did not dare to raise their heads at will. The prince Zhu Yun stood close and soon noticed that something was wrong.
After the dispersion of the dynasty, Zhu Yun naturally followed Emperor Qing'an into the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
It was already noon, and the princes and father-in-law were busy preparing and passing on the lunch.
Emperor Qing'an didn't like extravagance, so the standard of the imperial meal was reduced and reduced, and the lunch meal only consisted of twelve dishes. Speaking of it, it was just about the same as that of wealthy private merchants.
Zhu Yun was also used to it and took the initiative to prepare dishes for Emperor Qing'an. Emperor Qing'an had a poor appetite today. After eating a few mouthfuls, he put down his chopsticks and said, "I have no appetite today. Don't worry about me. Just eat by yourself."
Zhu Yun was not polite to his own father, and he did not get up until he was full.
"Father seems to be a little restless today," Zhu Yun looked at Emperor Qing'an and asked, "Are you worried about court affairs?"
Emperor Qing'an said casually: "The court is safe, there is nothing to worry about."
If it's not government affairs, it's family affairs.
However, the palace has been very peaceful recently. The only disturbance is...
"I heard that Feng San'er returned to the palace yesterday." Zhu Yun said suddenly.
Emperor Qing'an's brows suddenly moved and he glanced at Zhu Yun: "Yes. I sent him out of the palace to do errands. After he finished his errands, he returned to the palace. Yang Jinghe is seriously ill, and it is natural for his adopted son to accompany him."
Zhu Yun had been the prince for so many years and had good ears and eyes. He knew very well that after Feng Saner returned to the palace, he went to Eunuch Yang and did not meet his father.
What kind of errand requires you to leave the palace for five or six years?
Since he had finished his errands, why didn't he report it to Emperor Qing'an after returning to the palace?
Back then, Feng Saner and Shen You left the palace on the same day, and there was no news from them again. In the past five or six years, Zhu Yun felt something strange every time he thought about this.
Of course, no matter how imaginative Zhu Yun was, he could not guess Feng Saner's true identity.
Emperor Qing'an didn't want to "gossip" any more, so he opened his mouth and ordered: "You should read the memorial here first. If it's not too important, just review it casually. Then he will leave.
The miserable Crown Prince had no choice but to read the memorial without complaint. This chapter has been completed!
