Master Kuncan's magical operation really woke up the old emperor from his coma. Empress Shi was so full of tears that she regarded the great monk as a living Bodhisattva who saved her life. She forced him to stay in the Qianqing Palace and chant sutras and pray for the emperor every day.
Maybe the scriptures had an effect, and maybe it was because the old emperor had a good health throughout his life as a soldier, and he actually showed signs of improvement.
"Bring me some food," he said to the chamberlain.
"Long live grandpa wants to have a meal." Everyone inside and outside the palace was moved by this great news. Over the years, people have become accustomed to living under the authority of the emperor. Once they lose this long live grandpa, they really don't know how to live their lives. .
Here comes the imperial meal, a few pieces of taro, a bowl of millet porridge, and a plate of tender lotus roots.
Zhu Hengjia ate a piece of taro, took a few mouthfuls of rice porridge, and chewed a piece of lotus root. It was tasteless. He said angrily: "What are these? Are you going to fool me with these? I want to eat deer breasts, and give me big fish and meat." "Push hard".
"Your Majesty, the imperial doctor said that you are not allowed to eat meat or fish before you recover from your serious illness, so you can only eat vegetarian food. Please be patient for a little longer." Empress Shi smiled happily and said that the emperor wanted to eat, which was a good thing. In her heart Naturally I like it.
"Queen, I haven't eaten meat for a long time, and my words are very calm. Please bring me some deer breasts. It's not much, just a small plate." The old emperor pulled the corner of Queen Shi's clothes and prayed, looking and acting like a child.
Her husband had never spoken to her in this tone before, and he seemed like a naughty child who had made a mistake and was waiting for punishment. Queen Shi was stunned, and immediately softened her heart and ordered a small plate of deer breast.
As soon as he saw the deer breast, Long Yan was so happy that he immediately felt like a storm. His spirits were lifted, and he suddenly remembered that he fainted when he received the envoy from the Kingdom of Bangte in the imperial garden last time. I am the king of the heaven, how can I be rude? , I laughed at the feudal state?
Thinking of this, the old emperor once again ordered to summon the envoys of the Bonte Kingdom.
Several envoys entered the Palace of Qianqing, and the old emperor was helped to sit on a dragon chair to receive them. This time he did not regard them as envoys of Lord Yan, but had a cordial and friendly talk with them.
"I was a little unwell last time, which made you laugh. Guests from far away, welcome to Ming Dynasty." The old emperor's voice was polite.
"It's an honor to meet you, His Majesty the Emperor Guangwu of the Ming Dynasty, Lord of the Nine Provinces and Ten Thousand Directions." The envoy from the Bangte Kingdom patted the dragon's fart.
Due to a serious illness, the talk ended after only a short while, but it sent a strong political signal to the outside world that the dragon's body was recovering, and all parties breathed a sigh of relief.
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The old emperor suddenly thought of his concubines again, and announced that Concubine Chen Huang, Concubine Huang, Concubine Xian, Concubine Zhao Jing, Concubine Li Hui, Concubine Ning, and Concubine Zhang Zhao were to visit them one by one.
Of course, as an emperor, he has many concubines, not just these few. These are only what the old emperor can remember. There are many poor people who the emperor cannot remember and can only stay in the palace as widows all their lives.
"My beloved concubine, tell me your hometown dialect," he said to Zhao Fei Zhang Yu'er.
"Hometown dialect? Your Majesty, my hometown is Wuhu County, Taiping Prefecture, but you are from Fengyang. I can't speak Fengyang dialect." Zhang Yu'er was surprised.
"Well, it's Wuhu dialect."
"Your Majesty, let me sing a piece of Huangmei Opera for you." After Zhang Yuer finished speaking, she started singing babblingly.
"Well, my beloved concubine sings so well! It sounds great!" the old emperor praised, and suddenly his eyes shed tears, and he murmured, "I feel like I am going home, where my parents are~"
"Your Majesty, what are you talking about?" Concubine Zhang Zhao asked in horror, suddenly feeling an extremely bad feeling.
There was no response, and the old emperor snored loudly.
Concubine Xian and Concubine Ning approached the dragon couch. They were both from the Horqin tribe of Mongolia and had been empresses of Emperor Shunzhi of the Qing Dynasty.
"Two beloved concubines, I snatched you from the hands of the false emperor Shunzhi. Do you blame me?"
"Your Majesty knows that my cousin only doted on Dong E's family. He was ruthless and unjust and demoted me to Concubine Jing. I have long since severed all ties with him and only have you in my heart." Concubine Xian said sweetly, her voice as crisp as an oriole's.
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The old emperor suddenly became excited and recalled the wise concubine's Mongolian real name, "Erdenibemba, you are my most beautiful vase!"
"I only have Your Majesty in my heart, and Fulin only has Dong E in my heart. I have never touched me. You are my real husband." Concubine Ning blushed with embarrassment and her voice was as thin as a gnat.
The old emperor was very proud and recalled her real name, "Alatan Qiqi Ge, you are so gentle and virtuous. It is so stupid that Fulin does not like you!"
Suddenly burst into laughter, "Yes, he is indeed stupid! I have also seen Dong E's family. Although he looks quiet, he is as thin as firewood. What's so good about him? He is not like you, with a graceful figure and curves.
Beautiful! He doesn’t love you, but he loves Dong E’s family. His taste is too poor! He’s pitifully stupid! Hahaha!”
Then, the old emperor summoned Concubine Zhao Jing and Concubine Li Hui. These two were old people from the Jingjiang Palace and were concubines with seniority. In the harem, seniority often meant old appearance. They had not seen Emperor Guangwu for a long time.
Sorry, when I saw you again, you were already ill.
The emperor recalled his adult past with them, showed a happy smile, and then fell asleep.
When I woke up, the familiar face of Concubine Chen Huang appeared in front of me.
"My dear concubine, I am not in good health. I am afraid that I cannot talk to you together!"
"Your Majesty, you will definitely get better. When the time comes, I will definitely accompany you to kill to your heart's content." Concubine Chen Huang is worthy of being a fierce general, and her words are filled with killing sounds.
"Playing chess with my beloved concubine Yiqi is my greatest pleasure, but I don't know if I will have another chance in the future!"
"It will happen, Your Majesty, you must get better!" At this point, Concubine Chen Huanggui could no longer restrain her emotions and burst into tears.
"I always thought that my beloved concubine was a very strong woman, but I didn't expect that you would also cry." The old emperor sighed, "My beloved concubine, the only thing I can't worry about is Deng'er. This child is disobedient, let him
Fan, but he refused to go. You have a message for me: whatever he wants to do, he can do it after I am dead. I don’t want to see their brothers fighting each other while alive. After death, I can’t see it with my eyes and my heart.
Don’t worry anymore!”
"Your Majesty, you will definitely get better, you will!" Concubine Chen's voice began to tremble.
Finally, the old emperor summoned Concubine Huang.
"Wan'er, when I saw you in Yong'an Prefecture, I was astonished as if I were seeing a relative I haven't seen for many years! I feel that I must have seen you in my dreams before, it feels so familiar!"
Huang Wan blushed, "I feel the same way, maybe this is the fate between you and me."
The old emperor gasped, "Wan'er, although I have many women, most of them are arranged by God. Only you are the lover I choose! The person I love most in this life is you!"
"It is my blessing to meet His Majesty in this life." Upon hearing this, Concubine Huang's eyes turned red.
The two of them were flirting with each other again, recalling every bit of their past.
"Wan'er, call Concubine Liu Zhuang over for me," the old emperor suddenly spoke again.
Huang Wan was surprised, "Your Majesty, don't you remember? Sister Liu died of illness three years ago."
"Oh," the old emperor seemed to have thought about it, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Yes, if she were alive, she would be sixty-four this year! Then, please call Concubine Wang Shu for me."
Huang Wan was shocked, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Sister Wang also passed away five years ago!"
"She left too?"
The old emperor didn't believe it, and after a while he sighed: "If she were alive, she would be sixty-five this year!"
"Alas! Life is like dust and dew, and the way of heaven is long and long!" Zhu Hengjia sighed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.
"Your Majesty! Come quickly! Doctor Xuan!"
In the Qianqing Palace, Concubine Huang’s cries echoed across the sky.
