In Prince Chunjun's palace, everyone's eyes fell on Miss Yang.
The result of being invited into the palace by a Taoist priest can be imagined. Besides, Miss Yang just failed to explain what kind of disease the young master had. How should she explain this before the emperor?
Princess Chunjun couldn't help but feel anxious. If she had known that if the disease was not cured, others would be implicated, and she would not have asked the doctor to come over.
What should I do? What should I do now? Even if she goes to the palace to plead for mercy, she still has to meet Empress Feng. Empress Feng is protecting her mother's family but she is not willing to speak for them. She is just doing Tai Chi on the surface.
Mrs. Tuesday also looked at Yang Mo worriedly.
Prince Chun and his family were all worried about her, but no one could do anything about the situation in front of them. Somehow, this situation made Yang Mo calm down. It was rare for the emperor to summon her as a commoner, and it was hard to disobey the emperor's orders. Who knew
This fate is also in her own hands.
Another servant from the palace came to the inner courtyard.
Yang Mo saluted the crowd and said in a steady voice, "I'm going to make some preparations and I'll be here immediately."
Princess Chunjun ordered her servants, "Hurry and get some water for Miss Yang to freshen up." You can't be careless in the face-to-face matters. It is a serious crime to be held accountable for something.
Yang Mo turned around and walked into the inner room, calmly telling Mei Xiang, "Take everything I told you."
Mei Xiang responded, and Princess Chunjun looked at Miss Yang in the room. Miss Yang's face, as clean as petals, showed a touch of tranquility, and she had a calm and brave face.
Princess Chunjun ordered her mother beside her, "Bring me the silver-red shark gauze gold-thread cloak and the Bu Bulian flower that the Queen Mother gave me."
After her mother took the things, Princess Chunjun stepped forward and whispered: "Although these two things are old things, they have not been worn much. I heard that ice cubes are stored in the palace hall to cool down the heat. Miss Yang would inevitably feel a little cold in the past.
, It would be more comfortable to wear a cloak."
Princess Chunjun Princess wanted to say that there was danger in the palace, so she gave her a gift from the Queen Mother to put on. This would also let people know that her trip was for Princess Chunjun Palace. Yang Mo accepted the kindness of Princess Chunjun Princess,
The servant next to him hurriedly stepped forward to help Yang Mo get dressed. After putting on her clothes, Yang Mo turned her head.
Miss Yang's green dark-flowered gown and madder-colored palace skirt originally made her look very elegant. Now that she is wearing a gold-threaded cloak and a huasheng, it's like jade has been polished, and her whole body suddenly becomes brighter.
Princess Chunjun stepped forward and took Yang Mo's hand, "I will tell you the rules in the palace so that you won't be nervous when the time comes."
After packing up, Yang Mo got on the carriage of Prince Chunjun's Mansion.
Mei Xiang and others were very scared, especially the little maid waiting next to them had red eyes.
People around her were like this, and Yang Mo was a little nervous, but for a moment she was distracted by all kinds of calculations. When she came back to her senses, the carriage had stopped, and the woman following the carriage opened the curtain, and Yang Mo saw the majestic
She has also visited the Imperial Palace and the Forbidden City in Beijing, but there are fundamental differences between them as tourist attractions and political centers. The former is just a relic that has lost its soul, while the latter is heavily guarded and makes people really feel the chill.
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After walking in from the palace gate, a female official came up to help and wanted to take the medicine box from Yang Mo's hand. Yang Mo shook her head and still carried it on her back. There were important things in them and they couldn't be left to others.
The young master of Wang's family in Chunjun County was held by the wet nurse next to him, and the nanny was taking care of him. The little boy didn't know if he felt scared, and suddenly let out a harsh cry. The wet nurse hurriedly worried and coaxed him before letting him go. calm down.
It was so quiet along the way that only the sound of footsteps could be heard.
When I arrived at the Qianqing Palace, I saw dozens of palace people waiting outside the palace. Next to them were several people dressed as Taoist priests. They were holding fuchen, magic weapons and other objects in their hands. They stood there proudly with their chin slightly raised, as if they were not paying attention. No one takes it seriously.
The chamberlain who led Yang Mo in rushed forward to say hello.
The Taoist priest just raised his eyelids and suddenly said, "Go in, do you want the emperor to wait for you?"
After hearing this, the chamberlain did not dare to ask any more questions. He turned around and ordered, "Take Miss Yang into the Yangxin Palace!"
When he entered the Yangxin Hall, he was about to meet the emperor. Yang Mo pulled up her clothes, pursed her lips and followed the chamberlain in. When she reached the palace, she heard the chamberlain beside her say: "Mr. Feng Ge, you are already here."
Then came the old voice of Feng Ge, "Don't hesitate to be summoned by the emperor. The old man has difficulty moving, so he must take the first step."
Mr. Feng Ge said and raised his head to look at Miss Yang who was brought in.
The teenage girl's face is still immature and immature. She probably doesn't know what is going to happen yet. She is not very panicked at the moment. Those who don't know are fearless. This is what I mean. The power of life and death in the hands of the emperor, then Only those who have tasted something powerful will be afraid.
Mr. Feng Ge withdrew his gaze and slowly asked Yang Mo to come forward to greet him. Then he raised his hand to excuse Yang Mo.
Yang Mo stood aside and waited. The throne facing her was always empty. She quickly glanced at Feng Ge Lao. Feng Ge Lao was sitting in the chair as if he was very patient. It was obvious that he had been waiting like this too many times.
After standing for a moment, I heard the sound of footsteps again. It was the imperial doctor and some officials walking into the Yangxin Hall. Everyone stood on both sides waiting for the emperor to arrive.
Although no loud noises were allowed in the hall, everyone looked at each other. How could Miss Yang, a woman, argue with the Taiyuan Hospital? She had so little medical skills, so she had to explain it here.
Qiao Wenjing couldn't help but stepped forward and whispered: "Mr. Ge, why hasn't the emperor come yet? Could it be that he is meditating in seclusion again... and won't come?" Then how can this good show continue?
Mr. Feng Ge shook his head. He knew the emperor's temperament. This time it involved the Shangqing Court, the emperor would definitely go to war. He came late to take a shower and change clothes, so it was no big deal.
Qiao Wenjing said: "King Xuan entered the palace early in the morning, and I heard that he has not left the palace yet. Could it be that King Xuan persuaded the emperor to stay..." Although the emperor was worried about King Xuan, he had also seen a family quarreling and going to court, and then reconciled. After all, they all have the surname Zhou, so some things are hard to say.
Just as Qiao Wenjing thought of this, he heard the chamberlain shouting, "The Emperor has arrived."
Everyone in the Yangxin Hall stood up and bowed their heads and knelt down to salute.
Yang Mo also knelt down respectfully. She didn't know whether the emperor really wanted to hear her opinion on Master Chunjun Wang's illness, or if he just used the words of the Taoist priest from Shangqing Academy to judge her crime.
Yang Mo thought about it carefully. These days, she has always wanted to explain Western medicine and science in a reasonable way. She does not want to continue to use Western medicine to treat patients secretly. She hopes to formally put the theory of Western medicine in front of the ancients and let modern science It benefited ancient people and even promoted the development of ancient medical skills.
It is so difficult to launch a new thing, but Yang Mo thinks it is very worthwhile.
She had already thought of a theory to deal with it, but she didn't expect to use it directly in front of the emperor in the palace. Yang Mo tried to take a deep breath to calm herself down.
The light from the glazed gold silk tiles on the ground could be discerned. Everyone lay there and heard the clear sound of footsteps, approaching from far away step by step.
Yang Mo knelt in front, raised her head slightly and could see the black satin embroidered grass and cloud patterns slowly walking out of the boots. The golden dragon flying in the clouds on the embroidery stretched out its sharp claws. The corners of the robe were dazzlingly golden, and there were large pieces of eight treasures.
The flat water pattern is like a beautiful mountain and river, crawling on a man's feet.
The emperor strolled over, his posture upright, and although he could not see his face, his whole body exuded an imposing majesty. He walked to the dragon chair, paused for a moment and then sat down.
"Plain body."
A clear sound came, like water dripping from a mountain stream and the strings of an ancient harp gently picked up.
Yang Mo couldn't help but wonder why the emperor's voice sounded so similar to Liu Chengling's.
Yang Mo raised her head slightly and saw Feng Gelao and Qiao Wenjing in front of them also straightened up and looked up.
Two chamberlains stood beside the desk covered with yellow satin, and four pairs of palace attendants lined up behind with trays. The emperor, who was sitting on the dragon chair, wore a black lacquer coat with a fine bamboo silk pattern and was lined with red pigment.
The silk double dragon grabs pearls and has a good crown with wings. The crown is decorated with various gems, and the corners of the gold gauze like thin wings are attached to the back of the crown.
His dark sideburns, handsome eyebrows, slightly squinted phoenix eyes were somewhat cool, and his tight collar made his expression more majestic.
This face was all too familiar to her, and Yang Mo's heart was beating in panic.
It's Liu Chengling.
He was always exuding nobility, but now there is no smile on his face, and he is sitting proudly in the temple, making people dare not look directly at him.
Why is it Liu Chengling?
Liu Chengling is obviously King Xuan, how can he be the current Holy Emperor?
The blood all over Qiao Wenjing's body seemed to surge up to his forehead, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. Did he see it wrong? The person sitting on the throne was clearly King Xuan. Could it be that King Xuan had rebelled? He dared to wear a dragon robe. Qiao Wenjing looked forward.
Mr. Feng Ge did not even get up.
"Mr. Feng Ge, what are you waiting for? Didn't Mr. Ge hear what I said?" Liu Chengling's faint voice came.
Mr. Feng Ge, who had always been good at talking, suddenly stiffened.
A burst of laughter suddenly came from the corner of the Yangxin Hall, "It's so fun, so fun, even Mr. Feng Ge was scared." The voice changed again and became deeper at this point, "Did you hear it?
The emperor wants you to be equal, why don't you move? Are you trying to deceive the emperor and ignore your superiority?"
Hearing this voice, Mr. Feng Ge breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the ground again, "I don't dare."
A man in Taoist attire also came out of the side door and walked a few steps to the royal table. The servants hurriedly put down the man on the futon and went up to meditate.
Yang Mo saw the expressions of the people around him and guessed that this man who looked like a Taoist priest was the emperor. The emperor's face was handsome and had the same face as Liu Chengling's, his eyebrows were somewhat similar, his long hair was disheveled, and his face was somewhat elegant and out of touch with the world.
The emperor is a Taoist priest, and King Xuan is sitting on the throne. What is going on?
"Today is an auspicious day for setting up the altar. I cannot be both a heavenly master and an emperor, so the emperor asked King Xuan to do it." The emperor paused as he said this, then waved his sleeves, "You can do whatever you want. Of course there will be
The emperor decides."
How can this... How can Jiangshan Sheji be like child's play, the emperor can be changed at will? Besides, what Mr. Feng Ge really understands is the emperor's thoughts, not the unpredictable King Xuan on the throne. Qiao Wenjing suddenly panicked
, "Your Majesty, this is absolutely impossible."
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I still need to revise the title issue. Thanks to Huang Qi for finding the information.
In the ancient feudal history of our country, concubines were the emperors, princes, princes, widows of the "Five Marquises", and wives who lost their husbands. They could enjoy the treatment of "promotion to nobility". The emperor's concubines were granted the title of dowager at all levels. Concubines, the prince's widows are all named Wang Daifei, collectively referred to as "Toffee", and the imperial wife is named "Tai Fu". If the husband is not named "a certain country's Duke", the widow's title is "A certain country's Duke's Wife". "Taiwan" The titles of "concubine" and "concubine" can be posthumously granted.
Therefore, Mrs. Zhou is the mother of King Chunjun, so she should be called Princess Chunjun, or simply the concubine.