She crept forward and stood in front of the Emperor's bed.
In just two days, the man lost weight again. His sallow complexion, cyanotic lips, and messy and vicious eyebrows were his only signs of dignity.
This was the most powerful man in the Northern Tang Kingdom.
Now I can't even control my own life or death.
Yuan Qingling put her hand on his chest, feeling the slow beating of his heart, and his breathing was a little messy.
"How is it?" Prince Rui thought she was auscultating and came over to ask.
Yuan Qingling shook her head, "It's not clear yet."
Prince Rui's eyes were obviously disappointed.
Emperor Ming Yuan looked at the imperial doctor who was testing the medicine as usual.
The imperial doctor breathed a sigh of relief and came over to report: "Your Majesty, it's cinnabar mixed with wisteria poison."
"Is it difficult to explain?" Prince Rui asked.
"It's not difficult. If you know what kind of poison it is, you can prescribe the right medicine. The antidote soup that you used before is ineffective against cinnabar and wisteria poison. You have to change the prescription." said the imperial doctor.
Since the imperial doctor could detoxify, Yuan Qingling would have nothing to worry about. Emperor Ming Yuan sent her back to take care of Yu Wenhao.
When he was leaving, Emperor Ming Yuan looked at her and said, "You will stay in the palace to have dinner with me tonight."
Yuan Qingling didn't know that this was a great gift. She just thought it was a normal meal. After all, they were a family, so she agreed and left.
Prince Rui saw how unfazed she was and couldn't help but appreciate her a little more.
Yuan Qingling was actually still thinking about this thing, which was the origin of Yu Wenhao's descendants.
His wound was just stitched, so he didn't know if the stitches would burst. After all, the journey into the palace was quite bumpy and he had to walk hundreds of steps. The wound was close to the egg, and the pain would drive people crazy when it was pulled.
This guy's pain tolerance is top notch.
There were too many people in the palace before and the situation was critical, so she had no time to take care of them. Now Tang Yang and Xu Yi should be the only ones taking care of them, so it doesn't matter.
Entering the side hall, Xu Yi and Tang Yang were indeed guarding him. Seeing Yuan Qing Ling return, Tang Yang quickly asked: "Princess, how is the situation of the Supreme Emperor?"
Yuan Qingling glanced at Yu Wenhao, and Yu Wenhao also looked sideways at her, with the same questioning intention in his eyes.
"We have found a cure." Yuan Qing Ling said.
Yu Wenhao was obviously relieved, and his head and shoulders sank.
The side hall was not a good place to talk, so everyone just said a few words of thanks and stopped discussing.
Yuan Qingling said to Xu Yi and Tang Yang: "You go out first, and I will check the wound again for the prince."
Yu Wenhao immediately stared at Yuan Qingling with wide eyes, "The wound is fine, there is no need to look at it."
"Watch it!" Yuan Qingling said meaningfully.
Tang Yang pulled Xu Yi out knowingly, and finally said: "The humble post is outside. If you need anything, please call me."
Yu Wenhao's face turned dark. What was he shouting? He is not a girl.
Over there, Yuan Qingling had already opened the medicine box and was preparing to give him anti-inflammatory and analgesic injections. Yu Wenhao was actually resisting the injection. It was scary to see something unknown flowing into his body.
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But what was even more terrifying was seeing Yuan Qingling’s deep, mocking eyes and hearing her say: “Spread your legs!”
A word of greeting to the eighteenth generation of Yuan Qing's ancestors floated out from the hall.
Yuan Qingling actually wanted to give Yu Wenhao some knowledge on how to be a good person. When the situation is weaker than others and does not violate the principles, it is best not to resist and obey everything. This can improve the efficiency of the other party and save yourself from suffering.
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The wound is not a big problem and will be fine with a little treatment.
Yuan Qing was extremely tired and said: "Try to move in and let me lie down."
"Can't move." Yu Wenhao said angrily, but seeing her tired face, he slowly moved to make a space.
Yuan Qingling lay beside him, put her hands on her forehead, and said in a low voice: "I hope everything goes well and let me live a quiet life for a few days."
"If nothing happens to the Supreme Emperor, please ask for permission to leave the palace and return home." Yu Wenhao said.
"Leave after eating," Yuan Qingling said.
He said angrily: "If there is no food in the palace, do you want to eat? Is there any delicious food in the palace?"
"Your Majesty asked me to have dinner with him tonight," Yuan Qing said.
Yu Wenhao was startled, "My father asked you to have a meal with him? He asked you to have a meal before leaving, right?"
My father liked to eat alone, so even when he went to the Queen's palace, he always had a meal before going there.
And when he grew up, he never ate with his father except for palace banquets and family banquets.
Yuan Qingling still said dullly: "I don't know, he said that, maybe he was being polite."
However, Yu Wenhao knew that his father would not be polite to anyone. In his view, inviting someone to dinner was a very serious matter.
If you insist on saying that after your father ascended the throne, he had dinner alone with others, only his grandfather was the only one.
"What should you pay attention to when dining with the emperor?" Yuan Qingling asked.
Yu Wenhao's face turned ugly, "Who knows?"
Yuan Qingling raised her head slightly, "I don't know?"
Thinking that he didn't want to say it, he said calmly: "If I am embarrassed, it will be your Prince Chu's house that is embarrassed."
Yu Wenhao was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "I have never dined alone with my father."
Yuan Qingling smiled, "With so many people in the family, we definitely don't eat alone, and I don't eat alone with the emperor."
"It's not you and my father? Who else is there?" Yu Wenhao was a little surprised.
"I don't know, who does he usually eat with?" Yuan Qingling turned her head to look at Yu Wenhao, her face slowly became serious, "It's not just me and him eating alone, right?"
Yu Wenhao said: "Father never eats alone with anyone."
Yuan Qing Ling was stunned, "So he usually eats alone?"
"Um!"
"Why?" Yuan Qing Ling was really puzzled. There were so many empresses in the palace, as well as princes who had not been crowned kings, and princesses who had not been crowned kings. They could all eat together. Why should one person eat alone?
Yu Wenhao didn't say anything, but looked at Yuan Qing Ling with his dark eyes. He didn't know why his father only liked to eat alone, let alone why his father, who always liked to eat alone, wanted to be with Yuan Qing Ling tonight.
eat.
Yuan Qingling put her head on the pillow and felt suffocated for a while. She didn't want to eat alone with the emperor.
"Don't be afraid, my father will not eat you."
Yuan Qingling said depressedly: "I'm not afraid, it's just that two people who don't know each other well would be very embarrassed eating alone. I don't know what to say."
"What else can you say? Just say whatever he asks you and don't say anything else." His voice was obviously irritated.
Yuan Qingling could hear the emotion in his tone. She didn't want to offend this old man, so she closed her eyes to rest.
The old man was also very depressed. His father wanted to have dinner alone with Yuan Qingling. He thought that there was only one reason, which was to learn about the news of Prince Chu's palace from her. His father still didn't believe him.
The assassin had committed suicide by biting the poison, so the matter could only be left alone. He could not clear himself of the suspicion of a cruel plot.