After seeing Ninth Brother, Tong Taiyi, a master of pediatrics, also euphemistically concluded that "we can only rely on God's will."
What does "depending on God's will" mean? It's just letting God dictate what happens to you!
Combining the professional judgments of two imperial doctors, Zhou and Tong, Shu Jin wrote a letter of apology to the emperor and asked for a one-year fine.
Fortunately, Yongzheng did not deduct her salary, but only asked her to do her best to take care of the ninth elder brother. Instead, he fined Dr. Zhou half a year's salary.
Shu Jin saw that Zhou Cheng had not found it easy for more than half a year, so he secretly made up a sum of money. After all, this was his confidant who he had used for many years. As a good boss, how could he let his employees suffer?
But as a result, the matter of taking her to the Old Summer Palace for summer vacation had to be put on hold.
Concubine Mi was anxiously looking forward to her son, but there was nothing she could do.
But the most desperate one at this moment was Ning Bin. After giving birth to a child like a kitten, she could no longer feed her. Ning Bin cried day and night during her confinement, and her health became worse and worse. Even with Dr. Zhou, she cried day and night.
Even though I nursed her back to health, I couldn't help feeling so sad and self-destructive.
And Brother Ninth... was so weak that he died before the full moon.
According to the rules, the spirit of a child who died in infancy cannot be extinguished. The child will be mourned on the same day and sent to the imperial mausoleum for a hasty burial.
Yongzheng had no other instructions in this regard, and Shu Jin could only act according to the rules.
"Your Majesty, please go to Jingyang Palace and have a look. Concubine Ning is holding Brother Jiu's body and refuses to let go. The servants don't dare to use force. If this continues, I'm afraid the time will be delayed!" Zhang Shoufa said!
He was sweating and had a look of embarrassment on his face.
Shu Jin sighed. She could understand Ning Bin's mood, but she couldn't accommodate the emperor's resignation.
I had no choice but to rush to Jingyang Palace under the bright sun.
As Zhang Shoufa said, the main hall of Jingyang Palace was in chaos. Ning Bin's haggard face was full of tears, and she was still holding the child who had stopped crying in her arms, sobbing to herself.
Chen Fu, the eunuch in charge of the Jingsi Room, hurriedly came forward to pay her respects: "Honored Concubine, please advise Ning Concubine. Ninth Prince... must be buried in peace."
Hearing this, Ning Bin couldn't help hugging the little child even tighter, and shrank into the innermost part of the Arhat couch. She tried her best to shake her head, "No, this is my child. No one can think of him."
Take it away!"
Chen Fu stamped his feet with a look of dismay on his face, "Why can't this Concubine Ning listen to people's words at all? It's such a hot day, if she doesn't go to the coffin, I'm afraid it will turn rancid."
Shu Jin couldn't help but glare at the old eunuch, "You go down first, and I'll persuade Ning Bin."
Chen Fu wiped the sweat from his head and was quite humble to her: "Then please give me more trouble, Concubine."
After sending Chen Fu to wait outside, Shu Jin slowly walked to the Luohan couch, sat down sideways, and said softly: "Although Chen Fu's words are not pleasant, at least he has one thing right. Brother Ninth Brother...you
This mother-in-law must let him die in peace, right?"
No matter how much Shu Jin hated Ning Bin, he couldn't help but feel pity for her at this moment.
Ning Bin burst into tears. She raised her eyes and looked at the noble concubine who was as dignified and virtuous as ever. After her pale lips trembled for a few times, she said: "My dear, why do I have such a miserable life?!"
Shu Jin was silent for a moment. If you lose the eighth elder brother, you are responsible for it. If you lose the ninth elder brother... then it is Yongzheng's fault. But can she tell such a big truth? She has not lived enough!
Shu Jin sighed quietly, "Both Imperial Physician Zhou and Imperial Physician Tong have done their best, and so have you. Now that the matter is over, let Brother Nine go to the imperial mausoleum and be buried alive."
Ning Bin bit her bloodless thin lips, her thin body trembling faintly, "Why is this happening... Doctor Zhou clearly said that my fetal image was very good, how could I suddenly give birth prematurely?"
As she said that, Ning Concubine suddenly grabbed Shu Jin's sleeve and said, "My Lady, I beg you to investigate thoroughly! Someone must have harmed Concubine and Ninth Brother!"
Shu Jin said helplessly: "Concubine Dun went to the garden early, and Concubine Xi was also banned. Who else in the Forbidden City would harm you?"
Ning Bin was speechless for a moment, "But, how could it be possible that my ninth brother died in infancy?!"
Shu Jin sighed and said truthfully: "Actually, to be honest with you, your pregnancy was not at the right time." Firstly, Ning Bin had not recovered her body, and the provider of the tadpoles was a bad old man who took drugs.
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Ning Bin's bloodless face suddenly turned even paler, "What do you mean by this?"
Shu Jin said: "Actually, Dr. Zhou has always reported good news to you but not bad news. Your fetal breathing has been weak from the beginning."
How could Ning Concubine believe such a thing? She shook her head hastily, "No, it won't happen! Why would Dr. Zhou lie to my concubine?!"
Shu Jin said in a low voice: "He is afraid that you will not be able to raise your baby with peace of mind. It is precisely because of the good intentions of Dr. Zhou that you will not follow in the footsteps of An Gui and Wang Changzai. Dr. Zhou has tried his best in the past six months.
It works, but... my eighth brother was still born prematurely."
Shu Jin didn't know whether this result was good or bad.
Perhaps, having given birth early, Ning Bin would not be so sad.
Shu Jin added: "The Imperial Physician Zhou reported this matter to me early in the morning, and I immediately informed the Emperor. It is the Emperor's intention to deliberately hide it from you." - Of course, this was a bad idea on my part.
Ning Bin was stunned. She couldn't help but think that the fetal movements of this pregnancy were indeed weaker. It was only because Dr. Zhou repeatedly assured her that there would be no obstruction, that she could feel at ease. In addition, her body was indeed better than when she was eight years pregnant.
I was much weaker when I was a brother...
"No wonder the emperor refused to take me to the Old Summer Palace. Didn't the emperor already know that it would be difficult to save the child in my belly?" Ning Bin felt cold all over her body, as if it was the coldest month of winter at this moment, and her body couldn't bear it.
He started to tremble.
Shu Jin had no choice but to analyze the pros and cons to Ning Bin: "My ninth elder brother died young, and the emperor still has pity on you. If you continue to cause trouble willfully, I'm afraid it will only consume the emperor's pity."
A bitter smile appeared on Ning Bin's lips: "Anguiren, Wang Changzai all fell out of favor because they failed to save the emperor's heir, and I... I'm afraid I will be blamed by the emperor too, right?"
Shu Jin couldn't figure out how cold-blooded the Dog Emperor was, so he could only say: "You are different from An Guiren and Wang Changzai." After all, Ning Bin had been favored for so many years, but she still had that feeling in the emperor's mind.
A portion of one cup.
Ning Bin's smile became even more bitter: "What's the difference? In the eyes of the emperor, we are all servants of sex. When he is happy, he pampers us a little, but when he is unhappy, he abandons us like weeds!"
Well, the analysis is spot on.
At this time, Chen Fu knocked on the door outside: "Your Majesty, if we don't mourn, I'm afraid it will be too late!"
Why urge? It's urging the soul!
Ning Bin looked at the lifeless child in her arms and couldn't help but burst into tears. She bit her lips and choked with sobs: "Your Majesty, please send Brother Ninth to his coffin."
