Chen Danzhu sat in the cell, staring at the window boredly, the light and shadow intertwined until his eyes were dizzy.
Where has Jin Yao gone?
Chen Danzhu lowered her head and saw a simple map drawn with chopsticks on the ground. This was a simple map Zhu Lin drew for her when her family went to Xijing to care about their family's whereabouts.
She remembered it because she had seen it too much, but she didn't expect that one day she would need it and say goodbye to the people she cared about.
She held her chopsticks and poked at the picture on the ground. Princess Jin Yao would meet Chu Yurong on the road, right? Even if Chu Yurong escaped, he would definitely not leave Princess Jin Yao alone. The prince would probably be lying in wait for Chu Yurong.
Come fish——
She now has no idea what's going on in the outside world.
Since Chu Xiurong left that day, she has been isolated from the world. She still has three meals a day, and even books were sent to her. But without Jin Yao and Aji, she seemed to be the only one in the quiet world.
In the dim morning light, A Tian walked around the palace several times, looking at the city wall getting higher and higher, as if even a bird couldn't fly over it.
When Chen Danzhu was taken away, A Tian was also taken into the cell as an accomplice, but he was not locked up with Chen Danzhu and was released from the palace not long ago.
When asked, no one told her the reason, and no one paid her any attention.
"A Tian, don't do this nonsense." The voice of the bamboo forest came from a distance, and people also passed by from a distance, "If you force your way in, you will never see Miss Danzhu again."
A Tian, who always refuted seven of the ten words he said and ignored three of them, did not speak this time, lowered her head and pinched her belt.
Zhu Lin couldn't help but also lowered his head, and his voice became like a soft belt: "The lady must be fine, otherwise there would be no news at all."
A Tian hummed: "Don't worry, I won't seek death rashly. Even if I die, I will wait until the lady dies -" After saying this, he shook his head thoughtfully, "I can't die immediately if the lady dies.
There’s a lot to do.”
Collect the lady's body and bury it, or send it to the eldest lady in Xijing. If the master is unwilling to let the lady in, then bury it in Peach Blossom Mountain.
Zhulin sighed: "Don't think about things that haven't happened yet. I think Miss Danzhu will be fine."
A Tian raised her head and looked at him: "Really?"
Zhu Lin nodded: "Yes, Miss Danzhu has caused so many troubles, and she has saved them all in the end. She will do the same this time."
A Tian chuckled: "Zhu Lin is right." She reached out and grabbed his sleeve, "Let's go back."
Feeling that his sleeves were all the girl could rely on, Zhu Lin felt heavy and sad. Just as he was about to turn her around, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked to the right, which was the direction of the main entrance of the imperial city.
As the morning light spread, many officials rushed towards the imperial city. Their footsteps were in a hurry, and some older officials were still trotting, panting and refusing to stop——
The officials hadn't run like this for a while. Zhu Lin clenched his hands. Something happened in the palace. His eyes followed the officials and looked deep into the imperial city.
Is the emperor finally going to die?
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The prince was woken up in the Qinzheng Hall. Now that he is busy with government affairs, the prince gradually spends more nights in the Qinzheng Hall.
"What's going on?" he asked the little eunuch beside him while walking quickly.
The little eunuch was panting: "Eunuch Fuqing didn't say anything about Taiqing. It seems to be about medicine."
Fuqing has always stayed with the emperor to guard him. Eunuch Jinzhong now only looks after the emperor. He has to decide many things in the emperor's palace, as well as keeping an eye on the princes and concubines.
When the prince came to the emperor's palace, Fu Qing ran to pick him up personally.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, I am very happy." he shouted.
Although he shouted with great joy, his eyes were full of fear.
When he heard him shouting great joy, the prince's footsteps paused.
"——The medicine was collected from Dr. Hu's hometown. Doctor Zhang and the others made it." Fu Qing continued, "I gave it to His Majesty - it worked!"
Is this okay? The emperor’s fate is really——The prince clenched his hands hanging in his sleeves and hurriedly moved forward into the main hall.
As always, the concubines and princes were all present in the palace, but they were all in the outer room. In the inner room, there were only eunuch Jinzhong, Zhang Yuanxuan and other imperial doctors.
Yes, even if he is not here, the rules he has set are not violated here. The prince ignores everyone outside and goes straight in. First, he looks at the dragon bed. The emperor is still sleeping, and there is no sign of improvement?
"What's going on?" he asked urgently, "I said your Majesty has something to do, and I have summoned all the ministers - is it getting better? Is there really some medicine?"
Speaking of which, I felt a little anxious again.
"Will this medicine work? Is it too risky to use it like this?"
Magistrate Zhang Yuan said tactfully: "Your Majesty, there is nothing we can do. If your Majesty does not use medicine, you will -"
The emperor is like this. If he doesn't use medicine, he will die. If he uses medicine, he will die if it has no effect. How can he care about carefully checking whether the medicine is effective.
The prince naturally understood and nodded apologetically to Zhang Yuanpan: "I am just worried - you say it has taken effect? Why is my father still in a coma?"
Zhang Yuanjian looked a little puzzled: "After taking the medicine, my pulse did improve, became stable and strong, so I was so excited that I sent someone to report the news - but His Majesty never woke up."
At this moment, the important ministers who got the news also came in. They almost fainted from running and could not catch their breath: "President Zhang, you are too hasty!"
Zhang Yuanjing has been an imperial doctor for so many years, and he is not afraid when facing these veterans: "Whether the veterans practice medicine carelessly or not, I am afraid that these adults are not qualified to judge."
Seeing that the two sides were about to quarrel, the prince tried to smooth things over: "It's all for your Majesty's sake. Don't worry about it for now. Since your pulse has improved, wait a little longer and use the medicine once."
After being told to wait, everyone began to wait. From the middle of the day to the darkness of night, and then to the morning light illuminating the room, the emperor was still asleep.
"There is nothing wrong with the medicine." In the face of everyone's inquiries, Zhang Yuanjian was more insistent than yesterday, and even asked the doctors from the Imperial Hospital to diagnose his pulse. "Your Majesty's pulse is better."
Sure enough, many imperial doctors came forward to check the pulse, and even some of the ministers who knew medical skills came to try. Indeed, as Judge Zhang said, the emperor's pulse was really strong.
"Tomorrow." Some ministers took the initiative to guess, "Your Majesty will definitely wake up tomorrow."
The joy finally spread in the emperor's palace. Now that the good news was confirmed, the prince advised everyone to rest.
But the courtiers were reluctant to leave, and the concubines and princes also expressed their desire to guard the emperor and wait for him to wake up.
But as soon as he said that His Majesty was going to get better, everyone's attitude changed again and they no longer took his words as a prince seriously. The prince sneered in his heart.
The prince did not force the people away, but arranged a resting place in the emperor's palace.
"I've been up all day and all night. Father, I woke up, and I don't want to see everyone getting sick." The prince sincerely advised.
Only after feeling the prince's affection and being able to rest near the emperor's palace did everyone be willing to disperse.
After another day of waiting, the emperor still showed no sign of waking up. The night was dark and the palace was even quieter than during the day.
The prince sat on a chair outside, his hands gently sliding on the armrests.
The imperial doctor on duty came out of the inner room and saluted him.
"How is it?" the prince asked.
The imperial doctor nodded: "Your Majesty's pulse is getting better and better, and you should be able to see the results tomorrow."
"That's good, that's good." The prince nodded happily, but his eyes were filled with frost.
After asking the imperial doctor to leave, the prince got up and walked to the inner room. In the inner room, an old minister who was on duty was sitting next to the bed and taking a nap.
"Your Majesty, please go and rest." Eunuch Jinzhong persuaded the prince in a low voice, "Zhang Yuanjian said that he will wake up tomorrow morning at the earliest. There is no need to stay here. Your Majesty will not care about this."
The prince said: "I will sleep outside. I will see Mr. Song off first." After that, he helped the old minister and said, "Mr. Song, go and have a rest."
The old minister persisted, but Eunuch Jinzhong drove him away impatiently. Watching the two people leave, Eunuch Jinzhong sighed softly, turned around, sat down by the bed, and wet the kerchief in the basin.
"It's useless to stay here. No one can take my pain." He muttered to himself, "No one can feel the same."
He folded the twisted towel and turned around to wipe the emperor's face. As soon as he turned around, he saw the emperor lying on the bed and looking at him with his eyes open.
In the dim tent, on the pale face, the eyes were dark and bright.
Eunuch Jinzhong was stunned. The next moment the handkerchief fell from his hand. He opened his mouth and was about to let out a hoarse shout——
The emperor raised his hand to his lips and said: "Shh-"
The dropped kerchief suddenly returned to Eunuch Jinzhong's hand, and his open mouth was tightly closed.
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At this moment, the prince was standing in the darkest part of the corridor outside the palace. There was no Master Song beside him, only a figure standing with a bow.
"You have to take care of the medicine for tomorrow morning." He said calmly.
The figure's figure became lower and lower.
The prince walked out of the darkness, dragging his long shadow past the lantern in the corridor. The shadow danced and shattered on the ground.
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Looking from a distance, the tall city walls and the stacked eaves swallow up the lights. The imperial city seems to be soaked in thick ink. The night wind blows, and Chu Yurong's robes flutter on the eaves of an official office. It seems that the next moment
About to fly.
"Your Highness." Feng Lin flew behind him, "Doctor Hu and his men have already entered the imperial city. Shall we follow them?"
Chu Yurong said calmly: "The drama hasn't started yet, and the two tigers haven't fought yet, so there's no rush."
