After all, Concubine Dun was an adult. She was taking good Chinese medicine and tonics, and stopped taking the Laoshi Zidan mercury pills, and her condition gradually improved.
Hong Chao, on the other hand, although his fever went away the next day, he kept coughing. He finally stopped coughing, but the fever returned again.
How can a little child withstand such torture?
It happened that he was too young, his bones were too weak, and he had accumulated so much mercury in his body that he couldn't use heavy medicine anyway.
In the end, even the court's verdict and orders were implemented in accordance with the order, but in the end they still could not save the eighth prince's life.
It was the early winter of the tenth year of Yongzheng's reign. On that day, there was a light snowfall.
It was only four months since the death of the ninth elder brother, and the eighth elder brother, who had the same mother as the ninth elder brother, also passed away.
Shu Jin only saw the child, lying on the small couch very quietly, not even murmuring, as if sleeping very soundly.
Concubine Dun's cry was already hoarse. She held the thin child and refused to put it in the coffin. She shouted at the top of her lungs, "No! I don't believe it! How could the eighth prince die in infancy? He died yesterday."
I even cried at night and said I wanted to drink honey water——"
Concubine Dun held the child who had no breath at all and was even a little stiff. She stumbled and rushed towards Shu Jin, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please save Fu Yi! I only have one child like this.
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"Fu Yi?" Is Concubine Dun still calling Hong Chao that in private?
Shu Jin sighed quietly, "Concubine Dun, the eighth prince is dead. Let's put him in the coffin. Don't miss the chance of the Master's salvation."
The emperor ordered Ba'age to remain in mourning for three days, and Shu Jin, the noble concubine, had to rush to prepare for the funeral ceremony. The lama had already entered the garden, and everything was ready. Just waiting for Ba'age to lie down in the small coffin, he could perform rituals. Unexpectedly
Concubine Dun started to make a fuss.
Shu Jin felt both regretful and upset.
If you hadn't given Ba Age Brother so much mercury, how could this child have died from a small cold?!
Although Yongzheng is the culprit, your concubine Dun is at least an accomplice.
Concubine Dun burst into tears. She hugged the child who had no body temperature in her arms tightly. She shook her head vigorously, with a bit of madness in her eyes, "No, Fuyi will not die! Fuyi promised me that he would be filial to me.
Serve me forever!"
Shu Jin closed his eyes, turned around and glanced at Zhang Shoufa, "Go and report to the Emperor."
The shock of losing her son made Nian's mind a little confused. Shu Jin really couldn't handle it. She glanced at the clock and ordered: "Ask the lama to start the ritual first."
Lan Ruo knelt down and said "yes", then went down to deliver the message.
After a while, flowers and fruits were offered in front of the spirit, and sutras about salvation were hummingly recited, which was quite a bit mournful.
Listening to this voice, Concubine Dun's haggard face showed a look of uncontrollable sorrow. She lowered her head and looked at the child in her arms, and couldn't help but shed tears, "Fuyi, Fuyi... Open your eyes and look at your forehead.
A look at my mother..."
Shu Jin couldn't bear it, so he turned around and went to burn three pillars of incense in front of the soul.
It was also at this time that Yongzheng finally arrived.
Yong Zheng, who had lost another son, was naturally in a very bad mood. His eyes were black and bloodshot, and he was probably awake all night last night.
When he came to Fuchun Hall, he saw Nian holding his eighth elder brother and calling him "Fu Yi". Yong Zheng couldn't help but get furious, "What Fu Yi?! He is Hong Chao!!"
Shu Jin was startled and hesitated to bow respectfully, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Concubine Dun is just grieving excessively."
Concubine Dun raised her tearful eyes and stared blankly at the angry emperor. However, her body softened and she knelt down with the child in her arms. "Your Majesty...he is a blessing, a blessing for me as a concubine..."
Shu Jin wanted to cover his face. Yongzheng had long thought that the character "Fu" was unlucky, so he gave him the name Hong Chao. You have to go against him!
Yongzheng was furious and ordered with a dark face: "Aren't they all dead? They are all starting to perform rituals. Why don't you send Hong Chao to the coffin!"
When the emperor spoke, no one dared to hesitate. Without saying a word, the eunuch hurriedly stepped forward and took Hong Chao, the eighth prince, from Concubine Dun's arms.
The child was snatched away, and Concubine Dun seemed to go crazy all of a sudden. She staggered up and tried to snatch her child back. She shouted at the top of her lungs: "Fuyi! Give me back Fuyi!"
Looking at Concubine Dun's crazy-woman-like posture, Yong Zheng's angry face showed a hint of intolerance and pity that was not easy to detect. He took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty, please comfort Concubine Dun."
Shu Jin's heart instantly felt like shit, how can I comfort him with this posture?
Yongzheng turned around and was about to leave, but he suddenly stopped walking as he went for a walk, "I have asked someone to pick up Ning Bin and come to the garden."
Shu Jin looked up at the sky speechlessly, do you still think the matter is not big enough?
But she had no words to refute. Her only remaining son was dead, so how could she not allow Ning Bin to see her eighth prince for the last time?!
Shu Jin was blessed with good health and said, "Please express your condolences, Your Majesty."
Yong Zheng looked at the gloomy winter clouds outside, his voice choked with sobs: "I... lost four children one after another."
An Guiren, Wang Changzai, the two who had a miscarriage, and the eighth and ninth elder brothers.
There are indeed four.
Shu Jin opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. She never dared to tell the truth, but what lies should she say to comfort the emperor?
Shu Jin paused for a long time, but could only say dryly: "Your Majesty, please take care of the dragon body and show your condolences."
The lama's chanting and Concubine Dun's crazy crying almost completely drowned out her voice.
But Yong Zheng still listened to Zhenzhen. He looked back slightly, with uncontrollable sorrow in his eyes, "I...what did I do wrong?"
Your mistake was taking drugs! Shu Jin was wailing in her heart, but she didn't dare to say more than a word. She could only pretend not to hear the emperor's words.
Because - how could the emperor be wrong?
Shu Jin lowered his head, looking extremely humble.
But Yongzheng soon stopped his grief and returned to his usual solemn and indifferent look, "My concubine will be happy to take care of the eighth prince's funeral."
Shu Jin immediately stopped pretending to be deaf and said, "Yes, I obey your order!"
After watching the emperor go away, Shu Jin breathed a sigh of relief.
The eighth prince has been placed in the coffin and the coffin lid has been closed.
Concubine Dun threw herself on the small coffin, wailing endlessly, and fainted from crying. At this point, Shu Jin's eardrums were finally at peace.
Looking at the little rice cake lying limply on the ground and unconscious, Shu Jin sighed and said, "Take her back to the back hall to rest."
Near noon, the first round of rituals was finally over, and Shu Jin was able to take the time to go back to Dan Ning Hall for lunch. He originally wanted to take a nap, but Zhang Shoufa hurriedly came to report: "Empress, Ning Bin has arrived.
, there is a commotion going on in Fuchun Hall right now! Go and have a look!"
Come on, I almost forgot, the Dog Emperor brought Ning Concubine here!
Concubine Ning must not fight Concubine Dun to death!