Yuan Qingling was sitting on the stone steps, Duobao was lying at her feet, one person and one dog were basking in the sun. When Sun Wang came in, he took the opportunity to sit on the other end of the stone steps, holding his chin, thinking, and saying hello
Not even a word was spoken.
"What's wrong?" Yuan Qingling asked, "Did you lose weight again?"
"no!"
"Are you hungry? Then I'll ask someone to make something for my second brother."
"Can't eat it!"
Yuan Qingling was surprised, a foodie can't eat? The matter is serious.
"What's wrong?" Yuan Qingling patted Duobao's head and asked him to move aside.
Duobao dragged his lazy body and walked away slowly.
King Sun looked sideways at her, "Didn't Lao Wu say anything? Lao Liu might be dying soon."
Lao Liu? Only then did Yuan Qingling think of the poor King Huai, Yu Wenhuai.
He and Yu Wenhao were born in the same year. Yu Wenhao was a month older than him. He was born to Concubine Lu. She fell ill two years ago and was given the palace, but she never stepped out of the gate of his palace.
"What kind of disease is he...?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"Consumption!"
"Consumption? Consumption?"
"Um!"
Yuan Qing laughed and said, "This tuberculosis can be cured and it won't kill anyone, so why can't it be cured?"
King Sun glanced at her and said, "You are very capable. You can cure tuberculosis, but the imperial doctor is not as capable as you."
Yuan Qing was startled and suddenly remembered that before the advent of antibiotics, tuberculosis was considered a terminal disease and one could only wait to die.
"Is the situation serious?" Yuan Qingling asked.
King Sun said sadly: "My father has already ordered people to prepare for his funeral. I saw that the inner palace has even prepared the coffin. At the beginning of this year, my father also sent people to the imperial mausoleum to repair the tomb of his sixth brother. Now, only
I'm afraid that since it has been repaired, my sixth brother will have to live in Qingling in the future, and the brothers will be hundreds of miles apart."
After hearing these words, Yuan Qingling felt that they were actually quite cruel to King Huai.
While the person was still alive, it took several months to prepare for his funeral.
Then he has probably been living in the shadow of death these past few months, right?
Yuan Qingling saw his sad expression and said with relief: "Don't be too sad. Sooner or later, brothers can still be reunited under Jiuquan."
"..." King Sun looked at her, "Can't your dog spit an ivory out of its mouth?"
"Everyone is going to die." Yuan Qing Ling said quietly, she also died once.
King Sun stood up and said, "If you don't want to speculate, forget it, I... let's have a meal and tell the chef that I want to eat meat and drink wine."
"Didn't you say you can't eat it?" Yuan Qingling looked up at him.
"You have to eat even if you can't eat. As you said, everyone is going to die, but everyone also needs to eat. Since death can't be avoided, eating can't be avoided either."
Yuan Qingling couldn't help but admire him for being able to associate everything with food. However, this is the nature of Chinese people, and everything must be eaten.
When you are born, when you are one month old, when you are one year old, when you are admitted to college, when you get married, or when you die, you will inevitably have to eat a meal, not only by yourself, but also by inviting relatives and friends to eat together.
"What did the imperial doctor say?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"Royal doctor? It's useless at the critical moment. My father also said that if you can't cure it, you'll have to chop off the heads one by one."
Yuan Qingling was startled, "Behead?"
"Everyone is helpless. What's the point of keeping them if I don't chop them down?"
"Doctors are not gods. Not all diseases can be cured. The imperial doctor was helpless when it came to the Emperor's disease."
"Fortunately, the Emperor is fine, otherwise a few heads would have been lost."
Yuan Qingling couldn't help but feel horrified, treating the royal family was really a high-risk job.