Chapter 259: Is it an adult master or a lonely death
Mu Ci excused himself from the ceremony and said to Dr. Zhang, "There is something the Ai family wants to ask you. Please go out with the Ai family for a while."
Doctor Zhang took the order and followed Mu Ci to the hospital.
There was no one around, so Mu Ci revealed the purpose of his visit: "I heard that the little prince's condition has worsened, so the Ai family wanted to ask why the little prince's cough is so difficult to cure."
Dr. Zhang has great medical skills. If even Dr. Zhang is helpless, you know how severe the little prince's cough is.
"I have been practicing medicine for decades, and this is the first time I have seen this strange cough. Cough symptoms are nothing more than wind-heat, wind-cold, phlegm-dampness, phlegm-heat or lung deficiency, but the little prince's cough is similar to that of the minister.
All coughs that have been diagnosed and treated are different." Dr. Zhang replied truthfully.
Mu Ci frowned when he heard this: "So magical?"
She knows a little bit about medicine, has read a lot of medical books recently, and knows a little bit about cough syndrome. If even Dr. Zhang thinks this cough syndrome is strange, there must be a reason.
"I still need to study a symptomatic plan. His Highness the Young Prince's cough is getting worse and worse. There is no time to delay. I am in a hurry." Dr. Zhang said awkwardly.
Mu Ci originally wanted to ask again in detail, but when he saw this, he had to give up: "You should be busy, the Ai family has left."
After that, she left Taiyuan Hospital and went to Feiyuxuan.
Coincidentally, Dugu Liancheng was also there, holding the little prince in his arms. Dugu Liancheng's posture of holding the little prince was quite decent.
Because he was worried about the little prince's condition, Dugu Liancheng's face was gloomy, but he didn't say a word when he saw her coming.
"Ai Jia hugs the little prince." Mu Ci said to Dugu Liancheng.
Dugu Liancheng hesitated for a moment, but handed the little prince to Mu Ci.
Mu Ci had never held a baby before, especially one that was so young. When she held the soft little guy, she was a little confused.
Dugu Liancheng saw this and shouted: "Can you hug me? Be careful not to fall."
Mu Ci hurriedly replied: "The Ai family will be careful."
In the end, the nanny Zhang stepped forward and taught Mu Ci step by step, and Mu Ci finally held the little prince firmly.
She waited for an opportunity to take the pulse of the little prince and check his physical signs. Although her medical skills were shallow, she could still see that what Dr. Zhang said was true.
Such a strange cough is really rare.
When Dugu Liancheng saw that Mu Ci had been staring at the little prince, he simply snatched the little prince back and held him in his arms: "The Queen Mother is here just to visit the little prince?"
Could it be that she chased after him because he was here?
"I heard that the little prince had a cough again, so I came here to take a look. I'm leaving now." She said, and said to Mrs. Zhang, "You come out to see Ai's family off."
Mrs. Zhang did not dare to object and followed Mu Ci out of the main hall.
"When did the little prince's cough start? Do you still remember it?" Mu Ci asked seemingly unintentionally.
Mrs. Zhang is the nanny of the young prince, so she should be deeply impressed by this.
"Shortly after the full moon. The weather was not bad that day, so Empress Shuyuan took the little prince to the Imperial Garden to enjoy the flowers. It was on that day that the little prince started to have a cough." Zhang answered truthfully.
Mu Ci understood: "Did anything special happen that day?"
Mrs. Zhang thought about it carefully and found that there was nothing special. She was about to shake her head when she suddenly said: "By the way, I happened to meet An Meiren that day. If you remember correctly, An Meiren coughed a few times that day."
.However, when Empress Shuyuan saw An Meiren coughing, she did not dare to let An Meiren approach the little prince."
"Le Shuyuan cares about the little prince, so naturally she doesn't dare to take risks." Mu Ci said, her eyes flashing slightly.
Unexpectedly, before the little prince got the cough, he happened to meet An Rong who was infected with the cold. Is this just a coincidence?
But on that day, An Rong did not get close to the little prince. It was probably just a coincidence that the little prince contracted cough.
"The little prince has a noble status and the emperor values him very much. You must protect the little prince well and not make any mistakes." After Mu Ci finished speaking, he left Feiyu Pavilion and then went to Hanyun Pavilion.
An Rong was a little surprised when she saw Mu Ci arriving. She stepped forward and saluted.
After Mu Ci sat down, he said: "I happened to be near here. I remembered your confrontation with the emperor that day, and suddenly wanted to play a game with you, so I came in."
An Rong smiled back: "I'm not good at chess, I'm afraid I'll disappoint the empress."
"Let's get started." Mu Ci responded calmly.
After placing the chess pieces, An Rong took the lead. She played seriously, and occasionally raised her eyes to see that Mu Ci was also studying the chess game carefully.
At that moment, he also restrained his thoughts and studied the chess game without any distractions.
At the end of the game, An Rong lost, but it was not an ugly loss: "If I hadn't given in to my concubine, I would have lost long ago."
"You are too modest." Mu Ci said as he stood up, walked around the room, and asked casually, "Is life in the harem difficult? If you have the chance, do you want to leave the palace?"
An Rong didn't expect Mu Ci to ask such a tricky question.
She has no desire to compete for favors. In this case, it doesn't matter whether she stays in the palace or not.
"Is the empress making fun of me?" An Rong smiled bitterly: "Once you enter the palace, you are the emperor's woman. There is no reason for a woman to serve two husbands. A woman like me, who usually doesn't leave the house, really wants to leave.
Palace, how can I survive? Besides, I can’t ignore my family.”
"It means you don't want to leave the palace, right?" Mu Ci turned around and looked at An Rong.
An Rong nodded slowly under her gaze.
"There are two paths for women in the harem. One is to keep climbing up, climb to a certain high position, and become the best among people; the other is to guard the lonely palace and live in loneliness without fighting or fighting. If you want to do the former,
Or the latter?" Mu Ci asked calmly.
An Rong thought that the Queen Mother's question was very tricky. If she chose the latter, it would appear that she was hypocritical; if she chose the former, it would go against her usual character of not fighting or grabbing, and it would seem that no matter how she answered, she would be wrong.
"If you want to climb up, the Aijia can help you. The premise is that you must be ambitious." The smile on Mu Ci's face deepened: "By the way, this is the reward for Zhitao's report to the Aijia last time.
, The Ai family doesn’t like to owe favors to others, if there is a chance, they will definitely repay it.”
An Rong smiled and lowered her head: "I don't have that strength, so I'll leave this opportunity to others. Besides, Zhitao just did what she should do, and you don't have to worry about it."
"Forget it, forcing yourself is not sweet. Since you don't have any intention, Aijia will not force others to do anything." After Mu Ci finished speaking, he planned to leave.
An Rong followed two steps forward: "Best farewell to the Queen Mother!"
It wasn't until Mu Ci walked away that Zhitao came over and collected the chess piece.
"I didn't expect the Queen Mother to still remember what happened last time." Zhidao was a little surprised: "Since the Queen Mother is determined to fulfill the master, why doesn't the master follow the trend? Another letter came from the palace, and the Duke wanted the master to take over.
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Only when you are in power can you make plans.
If not, the Duke's Palace might send other female relatives into the palace to compete for favor.
"Let's talk about it later." An Rong avoided Zhitao's question.
