Shu Jin sympathized with his biological son very much, and put on a kind face like a mother, "Eniang knows that it is not easy for you. Your Majesty is getting more and more powerful, and Eniang has to be with you everywhere. Sometimes, you don't say anything clearly.
If you make any mistake, your Khan will suddenly become unhappy."
The Dog Emperor is too difficult to serve!
Hong Zhou nodded in agreement. He didn't dare to make any mistakes all day long. Even so, Khan Ama could still find an excuse to scold him!
"The weather is getting colder. I see that your Khan Ama is not planning to return to the Forbidden City this year. This garden is a good place to escape the heat in summer, but it will inevitably be wet and cold in winter. I have urged the Secretary to prepare some more red flowers."
Luo Tan has entered the palace. Yong Hu and Fu Shan are young and should be well protected from the cold." Shu Jin slowly warned, and at the same time thought to herself, it would be better to move some of her chars over first, since she has never used up her charcoal...
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"You can rest assured that Chang Li will take care of you." Hong Zhou said with a smile.
Shu Jin nodded slowly, "Thanks to such a virtuous wife, you can concentrate on studying government affairs with your Khan Amma."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Shoufa ran in in a panic and fell to his knees on the ground, "Empress, Fifth Master, something serious has happened! The Emperor suddenly fainted!"
"What?!" Shu Jin was slightly shocked. Thinking of Yong Zheng's abnormal complexion, he was not too surprised.
Zhang Shoufa kowtowed and said, "Everyone from the Taiyuan Hospital has rushed to the front of the imperial court. You should go and have a look!"
Yes, as a concubine, you have to go and serve!
Shu Jin hurriedly ordered: "Go and tell Concubine Mao, Concubine Mi...and Concubine Xi, all the princes and princesses in and outside the palace, and tell them to go and take care of you!"
Zhang Shoufa hurriedly asked for instructions carefully: "Four Belles...?" As he said that, he looked at Prince He again.
Hong Zhou looked solemn: "Of course we can't leave him alone for this kind of thing!" - Anyway, there was Concubine Xi in the palace, and if E Niang didn't summon her, Concubine Xi would also send a message, so there was no way she could hide it from him.
Besides, Khan Amma was just sick and died. Hong Zhou cursed in his belly.
Shu Jin then ordered: "Go to Changchun Immortal Palace quickly and ask Changli to restrain the harem for me!"
After making this series of arrangements, Shu Jincai led Hong Xiaozhou straight to the Kyushu Qingyan Palace.
It was the beginning of winter, and the wind was very cold. Shu Jin specially put on a mink cloak, but the wind still made his cheeks cold and his hands stiff. He walked in such a hurry that he didn't even prepare a hand stove to carry it. Yongzheng's illness was serious.
It's really not the right time.
In the emperor's bedroom, there were more than a dozen imperial doctors gathered together. The old men with gray beards had serious faces and talked in secret. Shu Jin listened for a while with his ears perked up. They just talked about nonsense like "illness caused by overwork", and there were also faint words.
Yueyue heard someone say something like "erysipelas", but was quickly suppressed.
Come on, Shu Jin finally understands that this is taking drugs and staying up late to work, and even his iron-clad body can't handle it!
The arrival of Shu Jin brought the discussion of all the imperial doctors to an abrupt end. Led by the imperial court order, they all came forward to pay their respects to the imperial concubine Shu Jin and the prince Hong Zhou, and each of them was quite humble.
Shu Jin asked seriously: "Okay, no need to be formal. How is the emperor's dragon body?"
The old hospital commander, who had a beard as thick as snow, sighed, "Your Majesty, who has not had enough food and clothing during these years, often stays at his desk all night long. In addition, coupled with poor diet and disharmony between the spleen and stomach, over time, the dragon body will not be able to bear it."
Shu Jin waved his hand and said: "The emperor has many things to do every day, and everyone knows it both internally and externally. The court order should not say these false things, and hurry up and prescribe medicine for the emperor!"
The order from the old hospital looked at the judges on the left and right and all the imperial doctors, "We are discussing the prescription with all the imperial doctors."
Shu Jin frowned, and I heard it. I'm afraid the discussion has been going on for a long time, right? Shu Jin said seriously: "Please hurry up, the emperor is still unconscious!"
Under Shu Jin's urging, the old hospital orderer personally wrote a prescription for the medicine, and discussed it with the left and right doctors. After reviewing it one by one, the eunuchs were asked to prepare the medicine and boil it.
After working like this for more than an hour, a bowl of thick black bitter concoction was finally freshly baked.
Shu Jin saw this and only frowned. The smell of this stuff made him feel very bitter.
She glanced at the old man who was still sleeping in the curtain tent, then at her son, and pursed her lips at him.
Hong Zhou pointed to his nose: Me??
Shu Jin nodded: It's not you, is it me? Brat, why don't you go try the medicine for yourself!
Hong Zhou couldn't help but glance at his two younger brothers—sixth elder brother Hongshi and seventh elder brother Hongxin. They both stood aside with lowered eyebrows.
At this moment, Concubine Mao, Concubine Mi, Concubine Xi, and the emperor's children who are still in the palace have all arrived, and they are all silent. Three Beile Hongshi, Four Beile Hongli have no time to enter the palace to attend to his illness.
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After all, it was already evening when the emperor fainted. At this moment, both the palace gates of the Old Summer Palace and the nine gates of the capital were closed, and he would not be able to fly here even if he had wings.
However, Yong Zheng was in a deep sleep. When he was just preparing the medicine, Shu Jin went to wipe his face and tried to push it twice, but there was no response. If he wasn't still gasping for breath, Shu Jin would have doubted whether he had died.
Of course, she knew in her heart that Yongzheng was not dead yet.
In this time and space, Yongzheng ascended the throne ten years early, but now it is only the 19th year of Yongzheng's reign, and there are still four years left.
Although it was hard to say that there would be no accidents, Shu Jin did not dare to expect that Yong Zheng would die early.
Even if it’s late at night, don’t have sweet dreams.
Hong Zhou had no choice but to take the bowl of medicine from Manager Zhang and blew in the hot air. The bitter smell of the medicine instantly penetrated his nostrils. Hong Zhou couldn't help but frown. He had no choice but to scoop out a spoonful and send it to him.
He put it in his mouth, and then his whole face shrank, "Why is it so painful?"
The order from the old hospital bowed and said: "Good medicine tastes bitter."
Shu Jin had already walked to the emperor's bed. She carefully took a few soft pillows and raised the old man's upper body slightly. Then she urged Hong Zhou with her eyes to give me medicine!
It is really difficult to give medicine when a person is in a coma.
In fact, it is easier to open your mouth and pour it.
But so many people were staring at it!
No matter how disrespectful Shu Jin was in his heart, he still had to respectfully wipe the corners of the mouth of the unconscious emperor over and over again. Hong Zhou's medicine-feeding skills were really not that good. After putting a spoonful in, more than half of the spoonful came out!
Shu Jin couldn't stand it anymore. She glared at Hong Zhou and said, "I'll do it!"
Hong Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and quickly presented the medicine bowl with both hands.
Shu Jin hurriedly stuffed the handkerchief under His Majesty's chin, then took the medicine bowl, blew on the bitter concoction that had not been boiled for a long time, and then gently fed the medicine - well... more than half a spoonful came out!
It seems that it's not Hong Zhou's problem...
Seeing the concoction wet the emperor's gray beard, Shu Jin hurriedly wanted to wipe it, but she was still holding the medicine bowl in her hand.
Concubine Mao, who was standing by the side, saw this and hurriedly came up to wipe it.
Shu Jin breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly continued to deliver medicine to His Majesty the Emperor's mouth.
That's it, one gives the medicine and the other rubs it.
A bowl of medicine, sprinkle half a bowl.
After a lot of work and contaminating three or four brocade handkerchiefs, I finished the medicine. Even so, His Majesty the Emperor's collar and skirt were still stained, and some were even stained on the quilt.
Shu Jin sighed. He hadn't served as a doctor for many years, and he felt a little uncomfortable.
I had to wait on His Majesty the Emperor, scrubbed the dragon's face, changed his clothes, and changed the quilt. This was the end of "serving the soup and medicine".