Chapter 376: Has Yong Zheng made arrangements for his death?
"My heart is really in chaos." Now that we have reached this time, how can we not be in chaos? Shu Jin only hopes that the previous government will not be in chaos - by the way, Yongzheng should have already arranged his posthumous affairs, right?
As he said this, Shu Jin looked at his cheap son.
Hong Zhou quickly comforted him and said, "Mom, please be at ease. I have great blessings, and everything will be fine."
As he said that, Hong Zhou raised his eyebrows at her.
Shu Jin: What do you mean?!
The next second, I saw that the concubines, princes and princesses were already kneeling on the ground.
Shu Jin's neck was a little stiff and he looked at the emperor's dragon bed - Oh, shit, the old man woke up! Shu Jin couldn't help but cover his mouth, I didn't say anything wrong just now, right? Well...no! That's good, Shu
Jin was relieved and hurriedly knelt down to salute.
"Ahem!" Yong Zheng coughed hoarsely. He felt the bitter and familiar taste in his mouth, and couldn't help but frown in pain, "Everyone should get back on their feet."
The current Shu Jin can't say that he knows the dog emperor best, but he can also see what the emperor needs at a glance. Without saying anything, he quickly helped the emperor up, put four or five soft pillows behind him, and then rolled away
He presented the rock sugar bird's nest prepared in the morning with both hands, "Your Majesty, please take a sip of the bird's nest to moisten your throat."
I only gave the emperor a bitter concoction just now, but I forgot to squeeze in some sweet stuff...
Yong Zheng was about to reach out and take it, but suddenly he found that his hand was trembling and he couldn't hold it steady! His heart instantly sank to his bones. After all, it was destiny that could not be violated...?
Shu Jin also noticed that the emperor's hands were shaking like Parkinson's disease, so he quickly looked away, pretending not to notice, and blew the bird's nest attentively, then took a spoonful and brought it to the emperor's mouth.
Yong Zheng's old face showed a bit of gloom. He waved his hand and pushed the spoon away from his mouth, "I won't drink it!"
Shu Jin: You bad old man who wants to save face and suffer, then your throat will continue to hurt!
"Yes." Shu Jin was extremely respectful and hurriedly handed the bird's nest to Grandma Lanruo who was standing behind him.
Yong Zheng's turbid old eyes scanned everyone in the palace, and it seemed that everything that was supposed to come had come...
"Where is the thirteenth brother?" Yongzheng's voice was old and hoarse.
Hong Zhou hurriedly bowed and said: "Back to Khan Ama, Uncle Thirteen is sitting at the military aircraft station. The matter in Miao territory has not been settled yet, so there must be no one there."
Yong Zheng exhaled slowly, feeling relieved for a moment.
Shu Jin vaguely remembered that in May, Yongzheng issued an edict, ordering Prince Yi, Prince Guo, Prince Hongzhou and Prince Hongzhou, as well as academicians Ertai, Zhang Tingyu and others to handle Miao border affairs. Prince Guo was not in good health, and
Even in name only, in reality it was Prince Hong Zhou and Prince Yi who took over the power.
After the Ciyun Puhu incident, Yongzheng indeed entrusted Hongzhou with increasingly important responsibilities.
When Shu Jin saw this, he hurriedly said softly: "Hurry up and tell your thirteenth uncle, so that he knows that your Khan Ama has woken up."
Hong Zhou responded "yes" and sent his confidant eunuch Dou Huaizhong to convey the message.
Yongzheng stroked his sleepy forehead and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"
Shu Jin said cautiously: "It didn't take long, only two or three hours."
Yongzheng was speechless for a long time, and he didn't know whether he heard Shu Jin's words.
Shu Jin said softly again: "Your Majesty is just working hard day and night. It's because of too much hard work." After saying that, he said hurriedly, "The princes and princesses all came to the palace immediately to attend to the illness, except... Huairou is far away in Kar.
Kah, the rest are coming."
As for Hongli, Shu Jin chose to forget him.
"Huairou..." The image of the well-behaved and filial little daughter reappeared in her chaotic mind.
Shu Jin first said "yes" and then said: "Does the emperor want to ask Huairou to come to the capital to serve the disease?"
Yongzheng was silent again for a long time.
Concubine Mao on the side was a little anxious, "Your Majesty..."
Shu Jin quickly glared at her, "Don't be too impatient! Carefully make the emperor unhappy!"
Yong Zheng seemed to be quite uncomfortable. He couldn't even hold his breath, so he took a long breath and said, "Hong Zhou, go prepare the decree."
"Yes!" Hong Zhou responded quickly and quickly went down to write the edict.
Drafting an imperial edict for the emperor was a job for which Hong Zhou was considered skilled. In less than a quarter of an hour, he presented the drafted edict to the emperor's dragon bed and said, "Please take a look at it."
Yong Zheng, however, kept holding his forehead, tried his best to open his eyes, glanced at it, and then raised his hand, which meant that he had passed.
Hong Zhou nodded: "My son understands." Then he went down to deliver the order.
Yongzheng suddenly reminded again: "Six hundred miles is urgent."
Hong Zhou bowed and took two steps back. Before he could turn around, when he heard the emperor's order, he hurriedly nodded and said "yes".
Seeing this, Concubine Mao breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes flashed with tears of excitement, Feng Keli... is finally coming back!
Shu Jin could tell that Yongzheng had a severe headache and dizziness, and the emperor didn't understand the imperial edict just now.
After thinking for a while, Shu Jin said: "Your Majesty, why don't you ask Chun Changzai to press your forehead?"
In fact, two injections would be better, but is the emperor's head an ordinary person's head? Unless the emperor himself requests it, how can the imperial doctor dare to use acupuncture on the dragon's head?
"That's fine." Yongzheng's voice was weak.
Seeing this, Shu Jin hurriedly looked at Chun Changzai behind Concubine Mao.
Chun Chang Zai was originally a palace maid in Mao Fei's palace. She was not outstanding in terms of appearance, nor was she very favored. However, with her massage skills, she was promoted from an official girl to Chang Zai, and she was considered to be doing well among the young concubines.
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Chunchang quickly stepped forward, bent his knees first, then took out the massage oil he brought with him, poured it into his hands and rubbed it, then placed his hands on the emperor's temples, massaging them in circles.
Yongzheng's old brows were deeply furrowed, which made Chunchang feel a little nervous in her heart. She quickly stopped her hand and asked, "Is the concubine's strength too strong?"
Yongzheng didn't open his eyes and just said: "Continue." It hurts to massage, but it hurts even more if you don't massage.
"Yes." Chun Chang thought in his heart. It seemed that the strength was okay - after all, he had the same strength in the past. So Chun Chang didn't think too much and quickly lowered his head and massaged seriously.
Shu Jin saw that the emperor's brows seemed to relax slightly, so he whispered to Zhang Lin, the eunuch in charge of the imperial palace: "Light a furnace of soothing incense."
In fact, there is only one emperor, so why do they need so many people to serve him? But there is no way, the emperor has just woken up, they can't just disappear, right?
Two or three quarters of an hour later, Chun Changzai's hands were already sore, but fortunately the emperor seemed to have fallen asleep. She did not dare to stop rashly, so she only relaxed her strength and massaged another stick of incense before relaxing.
He slowly stopped, and seeing that the emperor did not wake up, he cautiously stepped back.
Shu Jin breathed a sigh of relief and patted Chun Changzai on the shoulder, indicating that she would wait in front of the emperor's bed for the time being. Then he signaled to everyone with his eyes that we should talk outside so as not to wake the emperor.