Ji Ling's heart sank, and she slowly retracted her hand, her wrist trembling slightly.
Yinzhen noticed something, and when he reluctantly opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him clearly, he made a difficult mouth gesture to Ji Ling.
Ji Ling recognized that he said: "Nothing happened"
She blinked, lowered her head and patted Yinzhen's hand as if nothing had happened. She even grinned, smiled, and answered him with her mouth: "Of course!"
Now is the spring of Yongzheng's tenth year - historically, Emperor Yongzheng reigned for thirteen years.
Although she traveled to this time and space, she didn't know if everything would go according to history - but Ji Ling seemed to hear a firm voice echoing back and forth in her heart, telling her: It's just a small spring plague.
People will definitely get through it.
Definitely!
The palace maids hurriedly brought the cooked medicine in, and the air was filled with the strong smell of Sumint and Kufan.
Ji Ling stretched out her hand and said, "Give it to me."
Qixi walked over, picked it up, and handed it to the master.
Ji Ling held the medicine bowl with the heat-insulating handkerchief in his hand and used a spoon with a Kowloon gold inlaid handle to stir it. Seeing that the bowl was filled with hot steam, he couldn't swallow it for a while, so he turned to ask Su Peisheng: "Your Majesty is here."
How many times have you taken medicine so far?"
Before Su Peisheng could say anything, Dr. An, who was next to him, had already said respectfully: "As for Concubine Chen, the emperor has already taken the Purple Snow Pill. In addition, this medicine should be drunk once every two hours, in a small amount each time. During the day,
Take it multiple times for the fastest effect! One more thing - the concoction is easy to choke and cough, so the patient must sit up to take it."
Ji Ling nodded silently and asked, "What's in this?"
After hearing what the imperial doctor Xu Xu said, she lowered her head and smelled the medicine bowl, only to feel it was bitter and choking.
Ji Ling swallowed his saliva and said, "Help the emperor to get up."
Su Peisheng put the fly whisk into the hand of the little eunuch next to him, and together with the servant next to him, he helped the emperor up, put a waist cushion behind Yinzhen, and pulled up the bright yellow quilt.
There is a golden basin placed in front of the dragon bed, ready to be ready if the emperor vomits ambergris saliva.
Ji Ling adjusted his position sideways, sat next to Yinzhen's pillow, and started feeding Yinzhen medicine with a spoonful.
The situation was worse than she expected - Yinzhen couldn't drink at all.
He brought the spoon to his lips, tilted it several times, and the brownish-red concoction flowed down the corners of his mouth.
Ji Ling shook her hands and took off the embroidered handkerchief on her lapel to wipe it.
After wiping, she calmed down.
He'll be fine, I have to hold on - she thought.
Ji Ling looked up at Su Peisheng and said decisively: "Help."
Su Peisheng understood and pinched Yinzhen's lips. Qixi also came to help.
It took the cooperation of three people to get most of the medicine down.
After taking down a bowl of hot medicine, Ji Ling helped Yinzhen lie down again and covered him with a quilt. Then he sat sideways on the embroidered pier at the head of the bed and reached out to hold Yinzhen's hand tightly.
Yinzhen closed his eyes and had a splitting headache. In the chaos, he sighed silently - at this time, it was already too late to let Lingling avoid it.
"Hongxin..." He uttered two words in a hoarse voice. He reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Ji Ling with a questioning look.
Ji Ling knew that Yinzhen was asking about the sixth elder brother and the third princess, so she nodded immediately, squeezed his hand tightly, and whispered: "The two children have been sent to Natural Painting, don't worry."
Yinzhen nodded and looked at Su Peisheng.
Su Peisheng hurriedly came forward and heard the emperor whisper: "Please... guard the natural pictures, no one... is allowed to enter without permission!"
Su Peisheng's eyes flashed and he whispered: "I understand, I will leave it to someone else!"
Yinzhen shook his head and pointed at him.
Su Peisheng understood that the emperor wanted him to supervise the matter personally, so he bowed and said, "I'll go, slave!"
He straightened up slightly and whispered to Ji Ling: "I'll make the arrangements here, but the emperor can only ask Concubine Chen to do some hard work..."
Ji Ling immediately nodded and interrupted him: "You go."
After Su Peisheng exited, Ji Ling looked back at Yinzhen.
His face was still flushed and his brows were furrowed. If it weren't for the haggard black hair under his eyes, at first glance, he didn't look like a Spring Plague patient, but more like a drunken groom on a wedding night.
As if feeling Ji Ling's gaze, Yinzhen squeezed her hand slightly. Ji Ling understood, bent down, and listened to Yinzhen say a few words in his ear.
She listened and nodded.
After Yinzhen finished speaking, Ji Ling raised his hand and tightened the handkerchief covering his mouth and nose, ordered Liu Yuanshi, Imperial Physician An, and several other imperial physicians that Yinzhen usually used to come out of Nuange.
Qixi helped her sit down on a chair nearby.
Seeing that Concubine Chen seemed to be admonishing her, the doctors all knelt down.
Ji Ling knew they had misunderstood, so he didn't explain much. He just said warmly: "Everyone, please get up."
She then said calmly and calmly: "In extraordinary times, we all travel around and are on duty day and night, which is unavoidable. From tonight on, we will live in Shuya Zhai next to Jiuzhou Qingyan. We don't have to leave Jiuzhou Qingyan. If
If there are medicines, books, etc. that need to be obtained, we have our own medical apprentices and young eunuchs running errands on our behalf.”
She paused, glanced at everyone, and continued: "Until the Emperor recovers."
Several imperial doctors exchanged glances with each other and immediately understood - the emperor was seriously ill, and he was in the Old Summer Palace, dozens of miles away from the Forbidden City. He was now bedridden. This was because he did not want the news to spread.
Several people immediately kowtowed and said, "I respectfully obey Concubine Chen's instructions!"
late at night.
There is a big Western clock in Jiuzhou Qingyan's dormitory, by which you can see the time clearly.
Ji Ling stood guard by Yinzhen's bedside, her eyes falling silently on the ticking clock, listening to the rise and fall of Yinzhen's breathing.
The doctors were discussing the condition and pulse in a low voice at the table outside. Occasionally their voices became louder, like ripples in the water, and then they became silent again.
The palace servants smoked mugwort leaves and realgar tung seeds, their clothes rustling, walking back and forth outside, and the medicine stove was also carried in.
Ji Ling asked his slaves to bring in a large amount of hot water, and served Yinzhen to drink bowls of it.
The whole night, she sat in this position - not moving.
By the time it was time to take the next dose of medicine, the sky was already turning white.
The dinner the night before - because she was not in the mood, Ji Ling took a few bites and then put down her chopsticks. This night, she was a mess and her stomach growled countless times. She was probably too hungry.
I don't feel hungry anymore.
Yinzhen leaned on the bedside, while Ji Ling held the bowl and carefully fed Yinzhen the medicine.
She could tell - he endured the discomfort, swallowed hard, and cooperated with her.
After Ji Ling finished giving the medicine, he put the bowl into the hand of the palace maid next to him, took the handkerchief and wiped Yinzhen's face carefully.
The fourth master's face was still flushed abnormally, and there were fine beads of sweat all over his face, congealing all the way to the tip of his straight nose.
Ji Ling raised her hand to touch his forehead - it was still frighteningly hot.
Yinzhen stared at her from between her fingers, his eyes dark. He turned his head slightly, pushed her hand, and ordered in a hoarse voice: "Go and have a rest."