As the weather turned colder, Empress Dowager Wuya finally recovered from her illness, but she was still a little weak. Fortunately, she was so weak that she didn't have the strength to do anything.
There was little peace in the harem for a while.
Concubine Dun stood out, while the other young concubines could only drink some leftover soup.
But Concubine Dun couldn't be happy with such great favor. No matter how favored she was, she was still just a concubine. When meeting a noble concubine, wouldn't she have to bend her knees and bow her head?!
This made Concubine Dun feel very aggrieved. As her second brother was demoted, Concubine Dun didn't dare to cause trouble, so she had to endure it.
This person will get into trouble if he insists on holding it in.
Concubine Dun's body was already delicate, but as the autumn weather got colder, she accidentally fell ill.
Almost without exception, the concubines in the harem rejoiced in Concubine Dun's illness, and many even cursed Concubine Dun in their hearts for being ill, or even dying of the disease.
"The emperor now cherishes the dragon body so much that he has never even been to Fuchun Palace." Concubine Mao sneered at the corner of her mouth.
Shu Jinzheng, Concubine Mao and Concubine Mi were strolling by the Fenghe Lake in Quyuan. Nowadays, most of the lotus flowers on the lake have withered away, leaving only a few remnants of lotus flowers, showing the harshness of the autumn frost.
"However, the emperor still consults the imperial physician from time to time, and often sends people to visit Fuchun Palace." Yongzheng was old, and of course he was afraid of attracting illness. This does not mean that the little rice cake fell out of favor.
Shu Jin suddenly whispered again, "I checked the history of Tong for more than half a year a while ago, and found that the emperor has become more and more cultivated."
So the frequency of that thing has been reduced a lot.
Concubine Mi, the youngest among the three, coughed awkwardly, "What do you mean by the imperial concubine?"—Yi Prong, the concubine in her palace, has not slept with her for more than a month...
Concubine Mao said quietly: "That's fine."
Shu Jin nodded, "Yes, that's a good thing." If you sleep less with your concubines, the chance of getting tricked will naturally be smaller. Tragedies like An Guiren, Wang Chang Zai, and Ning Concubine, I hope they won't happen again.
It’s better to spread less of the messy inferior seeds!
Concubine Mi suddenly recovered from her embarrassment and said, "In fact, the emperor has many heirs."
Shu Jinan'an counted only a few, but there were quite a few - the third elder brother Hongshi, the fourth elder brother Hongli, her Hong Zhou, and Concubine Jin's Hong Shi, Mi Concubine's Hong Xin, and the little rice cakes were snatched away halfway.
The eighth prince Hongchao is here.
There are six sons and two princesses.
Shu Jin looked at the remaining lotus on the lake and couldn't help but stop slightly. Concubine Mao and Concubine Mi also stopped beside her.
Concubine Mao sighed and said, "I feel sorry for Brother Ninth, he died before he was full term..." Concubine Mao couldn't help but shook her head, what a sin.
Concubine Mi said softly: "I only care about the imperial concubine, and my hard work has been in vain."
Shu Jin smiled and said: "The prince died in infancy, and I am not affected by it. It is already good."
Concubine Mao continued to sigh: "If this happens, I'm afraid Ning Concubine will be useless. From now on, in this palace, won't the Nian family be the only one to favor her?"
Concubine Mi whispered: "Looking at me, Concubine Dun doesn't look like a blessing. She is very sick. And the Eighth Prince, who was obviously fat when he was sent there, is now skinny!"
Taking drugs at a young age is not a good sign.
This Yongzheng did a lot of harm to people.
At this moment, the leader eunuch Zhang Shoufa quickly stepped forward and said to Qian'er: "Mother, it's not good, my eighth brother suddenly has a fever!"
Shu Jin rubbed his brows and immediately ordered: "Ask Dr. Tong to go and diagnose and treat him quickly."
Concubine Mao whispered: "Could it be that Concubine Dun was overcoming the illness?"
Shu Jin shook his head, "Concubine Dun has always treated Eighth Prince as her own child. At this time, she will never get close to Eighth Prince. Most likely, it is just a coincidence."
Concubine Mi came forward and said, "Concubine Dun is currently ill. I'm afraid Fuchundian won't be able to take good care of the eighth elder brother. Is the empress going to take care of me?"
Shu Jin nodded, who called her the concubine in charge? She had to show off anyway.
The east side hall of Fuchun Hall.
Since Concubine Dun fell ill, the eighth prince was moved to a side hall, which was considered as a refuge. However, the eighth prince had not seen Concubine Dun for many days, so he would inevitably cry and make fuss, and the nuns serving him would also be affected.
A sense of indifference arises.
After careful examination, Doctor Tong quickly gave the diagnosis: "The eighth brother kicked off the quilt at night and caught a cold, so he suddenly had a fever."
At this moment, Concubine Dun was also in the side hall, being supported by two palace maids. She could neither stand nor sit properly. After hearing what the doctor said, her eyes darkened with anger, and she turned towards the nannies on the spot.
Grandma had a fit: "You dog slaves!"
It's a pity that Concubine Dun was ill and was weak when she started to get angry. She really lacked some power.
But the nannies still fell to their knees one after another and kept saying that they didn't do it on purpose.
Shu Jin had no choice but to step forward and comfort him: "Okay, my servant is not good, just send him away." Then he ordered Dr. Tong to prescribe medicine as soon as possible.
The Eighth Prince was a small man, thin and frail. He fell asleep due to fever and lay quietly on the small couch. He only occasionally uttered indistinct murmurs, but he seemed to be particularly well-behaved and peaceful.
Shu Jin sighed and glanced at Dr. Tong who was writing a prescription: "Does this medicine for treating wind and cold conflict with the golden elixir pills given by the emperor?"
Doctor Tong paused and said cautiously: "Of course there are some taboos."
Shu Jin glanced at Concubine Dun and quickly stopped the mercury chronic poison for Ba Age.
Concubine Dun nodded tiredly, "I can save it." - It won't be too late to wait until Hongchao recovers from the cold, and then slowly take up the elixir.
Shu Jin sighed, I hope you really know.
"Then let Dr. Laotong take good care of Brother Eighth's body." Shu Jinruo said meaningfully.
Doctor Tong had a wry smile on his face.
Which of the old doctors who have been working in the Tai Hospital for many years is not a human being? Their medical skills are naturally not bad, and they all know that taking too much elixir is harmful but not beneficial, but no one dares to say it clearly.
At this time, Zhang Lin, who was in front of the emperor, came to Fuchun Hall. Needless to say, he came to inquire about the emperor's condition.
Young Master Shu Jin had to deal with it, and Zhang Lin left the two bottles of elixirs rewarded by the emperor and left.
Shu Jinduan was silently asking the sky.
She looked at the skinny Concubine Dun and the skinny Eighth Prince. No matter how she looked at them, they were both short-lived.
Yongzheng, the dog-like man, was really evil.
Shu Jin couldn't help but remind him: "Keep the elixir for good. Now you, mother and son, need to follow the doctor's instructions."
Concubine Dun nodded tiredly.
"Okay, you may as well rest. I'll come see you another day." Shu Jin thought, hoping that the couple would still be alive in a few days.
Concubine Dun forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, I can't send you far away."
With such a weak body, Shu Jin didn't care about these false gifts, left some tonics for others to eat, and left.
As soon as Shu Jin left, Concubine Dun, who was sitting on the chair, immediately fell down. Shocked, all the palace people rushed up to help her, and carried her back to the main hall with all their hands and feet. Fu Chun Palace was carrying a lot of work.