In the spring of this year, I don’t know what kind of evil wind blew. First, the eldest princess fell ill, then Qi Cainu was infected, and then, even His Majesty the Emperor fell ill.
Previously, Yue Wangshu could still eat melons and watch plays, but now it's better. She can't even think about watching! Because, as a concubine, she has to attend to the emperor's illness!!
That's right, our virtuous Queen has arranged the order for the concubines. Concubine Rong is pregnant, and Concubine Xiang has to take care of the eldest princess who has just recovered from a serious illness, so she is not among the concubines. On the first day, the concubines were the empress and Lan Gui.
Concubine, on the second day it was Fang Jieyu and Chen Cairen, on the third day it was Yue Wangshu and Qi Cainu!
As for why Qicainu was among those suffering from illness, well, it was because Qicainu recovered from her illness. After all, she was young and recovered so quickly.
Yue Wangshu could only hope that His Majesty the Emperor would use some of his body and bones to help my mother recover within two days!
Because she doesn't want to wait on the sick!
They are not my biological parents!
Um, but His Majesty the Emperor seems to be her bread and butter.
Having said that, colds are very easy to contagious! Qi Cainu was infected by the eldest princess! However, His Majesty the Emperor fell ill after visiting the eldest princess and it took a few days, so the emperor was not responsible for his illness.
Not on her daughter's head.
It's probably because spring has been warm and cold recently, and there was a sudden thunderstorm the day before yesterday. It's really easy to catch a cold during the change of seasons.
Ami Tofu, please recover quickly!
Don't let me serve you!
However, Yue Wangshu's prayers did not work.
Le'an Palace is one of the most remote palaces in the East Sixth Palace. It takes at least three quarters of an hour to walk to Yanqing Palace! Why is the palace so expensive and expensive?!
Because he had to attend to an illness, Yue Wangshu was dug out of the quilt by Little Furong at five o'clock in the morning!
I didn’t even get up so early to pay my respects to the queen!
The clothes of the ancients were cumbersome, and combing their hair in a bun was even more time-consuming and laborious. In addition, they had to have breakfast, which took an hour anyway. Plus the commuting time, it was almost seven o'clock when Yue Wangshu arrived at Yanqing Hall.
Zhang Ji, the eunuch in charge of Yan Qing Palace, came up and said, "Hey, Lady Yue, you are finally here!"
The chief executive didn't seem very happy.
Yue Wangshu: I'm not late, am I?
Zhang Ji said quietly: "Qi Cai'er came here half an hour ago, and is serving the Holy Master's breakfast inside right now."
Yue Wangshu's eyes almost popped out of his head. Is this Qi Cainu the King of Rolls?! Come an hour earlier? Qi Cainu's commute is not shorter than hers. In other words, Qi Cainu gets up at four o'clock!
I'm convulsed! This is trying to kill me!
Zhang Ji looked at Yue Shunu's gray and gloomy face, and seemed very sad. He flicked the fly whisk and said in a more gentle tone: "Okay, please come in."
Yue Wangshu had no choice but to follow Eunuch Zhang into the palace, all the way straight into His Majesty the Emperor's inner chamber. She lowered her eyebrows and did not even take a good look at this most majestic and prosperous chamber.
"My concubine arrived late, please forgive me." Without even raising his head, Yue Wangshu bent his knees deeply and apologized.
What followed was Qi Cainv's voice: "Sister, I'm not late. It's just that I got up a little early today."
Getting up at four o'clock is not called "slightly" early, right? Yue Wangshu complained silently. In order to win favor, this eldest sister really worked hard!
"Qi Cainu is diligent, but I am slacking off." Yue Wangshu buried his head deeply and could only become more humble.
At this time, the patient who was lying on the Arhat's bed finally spoke: "That's all, no courtesy."
The voice was a little hoarse, but no anger could be heard. Yue Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, and took a sneak peek.
At this glance, I couldn't help but be a little surprised. On the hospital bed was a young man wearing a purple-green round-neck robe. He was neither fat nor ugly. He had a high nose, elegant facial features, and a noble manner. However, his face was a little pale and thin.
Sick and weak.
The appearance was much better than she expected.
Yan Zheng also casually glanced at the Yue family who was said to have "childlike character", and couldn't help but be a little surprised. His figure and appearance were not immature for his age, and his appearance was quite pleasing to the eye. In terms of appearance alone, he was even slightly better than the Qi family.
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"How old are you?" Yan Zheng couldn't help but ask.
Yue Wangshu said obediently: "Back to the emperor, I am seventeen years old."
Yan Zheng thought to himself, he is only one year younger than Qi.
At this time, the girl Qi Cai on the side scooped up a bowl of pheasant stewed with Hericium mushrooms, served it with both hands, and said tenderly: "Your Majesty, please bring in more."
Yan Zheng took the bowl of chicken soup and saw the oily smell the size of a pinhead floating on it. He couldn't help but feel nauseated, so he put it down and said, "Let's take it away."
Qi Cainu bit her lip, with a look of concern and worry on her face: "Your Majesty only ate half a bowl of red rice porridge and a few mouthfuls of vegetarian vegetables this morning. For the sake of the dragon's health, please eat a little more."
Yue Wangshu: ...She finally understood who the eldest princess’ picky eater was due to!
Yan Zheng looked at the table full of delicacies and frowned, "I have no appetite!"
Yue Wangshu cursed: What a tricky mouth!
But then again, the emperor's breakfast is really an extraordinary luxury! The huge Eight Immortals table is fully decorated, with at least twenty dishes! She eats small wontons stuffed with pork and celery in the morning, with a refreshing side dish
, small porridge, it feels very rich! It's really a comparison between people, and I envy the dead!
The chief steward Zhang Ji on the side scratched his head and scratched his head anxiously, and said hurriedly: "How about I go and instruct the imperial kitchen to make them prepare some exquisite and nutritious meals?"
Yan Zheng was a little impatient: "Okay, please clear away all the food and bring me the memorial!" - Although they are all caring words, it is really annoying to hear them too much.
Seeing the displeasure of Emperor Long Yan, Qi Cainu and Zhang Ji did not dare to talk.
In the blink of an eye, all the delicacies were removed and a pile of memorials were brought in.
Zhang Ji reminded him in a low voice: "Your Majesty, please don't work too hard."
Emperor Yan Zheng looked at the mountain of memorials and leaned back slightly. He rubbed his brows and said "I understand", then said to Qi Cainv: "Come and read it to me."
Qi Cainu was stunned for a moment, then quickly knelt down and said, "I don't dare to interfere in politics."
Yan Zheng smiled softly: "It's just reading memorials, how can it be considered as doing politics?"
Zhang Ji, the general manager, had already taken a copy and presented it to Qi Cainu, saying, "The day before yesterday, the Queen and Concubine Lan were waiting and read many memorials in turn."
After hearing this, Qi Cainu accepted the memorial with peace of mind - but it was too early for her to feel relieved.
As the memorial unfolded, Qi Cainu was dumbfounded as she took one look at it.
When the Emperor Yan Zheng saw that Mrs. Qi had not spoken for a long time, he couldn't help but look puzzled: "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with the memorial?"
Qi Cainv was like a duck being pushed off the shelf, so she could only say: "No."
Yan Zheng closed his eyes and said, "Then just read it."
Qi Cainv had no choice but to say "yes" to her scalp, and then said: "Zeng Cong, Dr. Zeng Cong, the Imperial Supervisor of the Imperial Palace, reported... for..."
After just reading one sentence, Qi Cainu stumbled and couldn't understand why. Emperor Yan Zheng couldn't help but look strange.
Yue Wangshu was standing next to her. She glanced at him and reminded her: "Tomb Ling."
Qi Cainv was stunned for a moment, what??
For a moment, Yue Wangshu wanted to cover his face. Tomb Ling means tomb. This should be a memorial from Qin Tianjian to His Majesty the Emperor to repair the mausoleum. This "Tomb" is a bit unfamiliar, plus it is a traditional Chinese character - —Tom, if you don’t read much, you may not recognize it.
Qi Cainu suddenly came back to her senses. Although she still didn't understand what it meant, she at least heard it clearly and continued to read: "For the Yongchang Emperor of Tomb Ling, he has been sincere in his work and is afraid of being solemn. This memorial is a formal memorial." Wen: Chen, Chen..."
Okay, he started stumbling again, and Yue Wangshu couldn't bear to look at him. Then he met Qi Cainu's pleading eyes.
Yue Wangshu glanced at it quickly, and then couldn't help but be stunned, because the next word was the word "chen", but the traditional Chinese version looked like this - "chen". This is not an uncommon word.
Yue Wangshu became suspicious again. There was something wrong with this Qicai girl...
Emperor Yan Zheng waved his hand: "Yue family, come and read."
Qi Cainv's face turned red and she quickly handed the memorial to Yue Wangshu.
Yue Wangshu had no choice but to say "yes", then he took the memorial and read in an unhurried manner: "The dust is fine and the grass is flowing low, and I live in the wind of Yao and Shun, singing the virtues of Tang and Yu. Looking up and down - "This Zeng Cong is so flattering!
However, such flattery is undoubtedly very pleasing to the ears. In addition, Yue Wangshu's voice is clear and resonant, and his intonation is ups and downs. Compared with Qi Cainu, he is simply heaven and earth.
Emperor Yan Zheng closed his eyes again and listened carefully.
"I respectfully follow the orders of Zhao Jue, Minister of Rites, and others, and it is time to go to the Holy Family of Hermitage and Mongolia to call for fortune-telling in the cemetery——" Well, we finally got to the point, Yue Wangshu complained.
"I am ashamed of my youthful learning and mystical skills. I accompanied Wuyi Marquis Wang Tong and others to supervise the mausoleum. I dare not show my sincerity..." Come on, I'm talking nonsense again!
"...The emperor was born, the city of heaven descended into shape, the greedy wolf, fire and wood took the throne, the dragon leaped and the luan flew, and the pillars of heaven were raised..." It felt like describing the palace of an immortal, which was too exaggerated! Yue Wangshu complained endlessly. .
"I pay homage to you with drawings and memorials, and I beg you to come in person. I raise the holy mirror, and the royal wind is broad. The jade candle is clear and bright, and it shines forever with three celestial bodies. The golden talisman is majestic, and it will last forever. It travels across the land, and there is celebration in the whole world. I am here. I would like to express my gratitude to you."
Yue Wangshu secretly let out a long breath and chose a grave address. What can be said in three sentences requires hundreds of words! Show off how good your writing is?! Look at what you are capable of!
However, Emperor Yan Zheng nodded slightly, looking very satisfied. He opened his eyes, picked up the Hu pen beside him, and dipped it in red ink.
Seeing this, Yue Wangshu hurriedly placed the memorial on the small kang table in front of His Majesty the Emperor, and saw the Emperor writing a vermilion "quasi" with his pen.
This sense of déjà vu is like you racking your brains and thinking hard to write an 800-word essay, but the Chinese teacher just said "read".
Then, the emperor put down his brush, closed his eyes again, and ordered: "Continue!"
Then General Manager Zhang handed over another memorial. This one is longer and more verbose!!
Damn it, I’m here to serve you? She’s obviously here to be a talk anchor!!
You must know that the characters of this era were not only traditional Chinese, but also vertical, and more importantly, there were no punctuation marks! If she had not inherited the memory of the original owner and digested the knowledge of the original owner, even if she was pretty good at classical Chinese literature,
I’m afraid I can’t even get this job!! This chapter has been completed!
