This statement obviously meant that Yuan Qingling was carrying a daughter. As a great-grandfather, he had to help bury the daughter and wait for Xiao Laifu to dig it up and drink it after she got married.
Yuan Qingling was suddenly curious, "How are you sure you want to bury your daughter Hong?"
"I know it." The Emperor said firmly.
"How do you know?"
"Fifty years ago, a fortune teller said that I would have a great-granddaughter this year."
"That can also be Rong Yue's."
"Then add two more!" He said calmly.
Yuan Qingling laughed, "Rong Yue is a twin."
His eyes suddenly widened and he was furious, "Then add three more!"
"Rong Yue's is also a daughter?" Yuan Qingling asked mischievously.
The Supreme Emperor ignored her. If you don't believe the fortune teller, you will be in bad luck.
Yuan Qingling stood up, pushed the three of them in, and wanted to check their bodies.
Xiaoyao Gong was as healthy as ever, his cardiopulmonary function was better than that of young people, his hands and legs were nimble, and his waist bones were strong. He was very proud of this and felt that he could live another hundred years.
The Supreme Emperor said venomously: "Generally healthy people will die first."
Xiaoyao Gong rolled his eyes at him, "It's my blessing to die first. If you all died and I was left alone, how lonely would my life be!"
Both the Supreme Emperor and Chu Shoufu quickly raised their heads to look at him. There was something in their eyes that slowly floated up, and their faces looked heavy, because they knew that this day would not be far away. One of the three old men would die early, and then he would be thrown away.
Two, leaving one behind at the end.
Being together from youth to old age is a great fate and blessing, but these fates and blessings all have an end.
Yuan Qingling held the stethoscope and felt sad for a moment.
Chu Shoufu looked at Aunt Xi next to him and smiled, "It doesn't matter, there is always hope for the next life."
Aunt Xi also smiled and said, "Yes, there is still another life."
The Supreme Emperor did not speak, but closed his eyes and let Yuan Qingling listen to his heartbeat. His heartbeat was a little fast, perhaps due to the influence of emotions. He did not say anything, but he was also afraid of that day coming.
The Supreme Emperor's health is even better than before the expedition. It seems that people cannot just enjoy happiness. They have to do something to prolong their lives.
Chu Shoufu's lungs were not good, and his coughing in recent days had worsened. After careful questioning, he found out that it was the Supreme Emperor who had given him all the supplements. The First Assistant had suffered a slight injury on the battlefield, and the Supreme Emperor knew that he was weak, so he asked him to drink it.
Taking double portions, from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, this is called deficiency and lack of supplementation, and the lung fire is heavy, resulting in coughing.
Yuan Qingling prescribed some medicine and cough drops and asked his grandma to supervise his taking. The chief assistant took good care of his body. After all, he could only have some leisure time when he was old. He couldn't bear to live a quiet life with the people he liked and his lifelong comrades.
Die.
Therefore, he even asked Yuan Qingling if he could get some water, the kind that would heal quickly.
Yuan Qingling said with a smile: "It's not serious, just take medicine, eat and drink more lightly, and no more supplements."
Chu Shoufu couldn't help complaining to the Emperor, "From now on, you can drink your supplements yourself."
The Supreme Emperor muttered, "It's for your own good, you don't know yet."
He called Dim Sum and Erbao over, and then asked the palace servants to get them gifts. Yuan Qingling was curious, "Are there any gifts?"