"How could it be?" Luo Cheng hugged Jiang Mingyue into his arms, holding the quilt together, "My husband loves Mingyue the most."
"Still a husband? Aunt Wen just mocked Mingyue for not even being a concubine." Jiang Mingyue sighed at the right time.
"Now that you are pregnant, it's time to find a suitable status. How about marrying into the palace and becoming an aunt?" Prime Minister Luo suggested.
"Oh, the identity of aunt is the most suitable for Mingyue," Jiang Mingyue lowered her eyelashes and burst into tears, "Mingyue's mother is an aunt, and I am a concubine. What else do I expect now?
From now on, if I am the aunt of the prime minister's house, then the daughter I give birth to will be a concubine. Alas... this is how fate should have been..."
This tone was not only sighed by Jiang Mingyue, but also by Yue Bao. Her real mother was a humble military prostitute, and she didn't even know who her father was.
And even though she is an oiran, she is no better than her mother. She is just a jade arm that can be used as a pillow for thousands of people, and a little bit of red lips can be tasted by thousands of people.
If she hadn't been lucky enough to meet Luo Yunchu, she might never have had a chance to turn around in her life.
"Then what do you want?" Since ancient times, marrying a wife has to match the two surnames, and Prime Minister Luo is no exception. He must remarry a wife who can bring him benefits.
Seeing Prime Minister Luo in trouble, Jiang Mingyue became even more interested. She put her arms around Prime Minister Luo's neck and said softly: "I only want to be a wife and not a concubine. If you want Mingyue to be a concubine, why not send me back to the Jiang Mansion."
Prime Minister Luo was helpless and thought to himself: That's not what you said when you came.
But looking at Jiang Mingyue's expectant eyes, he couldn't refuse her directly, "Mingyue, you are a concubine after all. You marry into the house first and give birth to the child, and then I will raise you as my husband, okay?"
"Oh," Jiang Mingyue pouted, "What about the middle school student in the mansion?"
"You take charge." Prime Minister Luo didn't know why he agreed to such a big matter right away. Maybe it was called lust.
Jiang Mingyue herself was surprised. She thought it would take a long time.
When she saw that it was good, she gave it up and kissed Prime Minister Luo sweetly on the face, "Thank you, Master!"
When Aunt Wen heard the news, she was shocked by the ice water again. Her whole body felt bad and she became seriously ill.
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"Yunchu, my mother knows that you are capable and have personality, but don't act out of your imagination and challenge the emperor's power. You still have to be more active in treating the emperor's illness." Empress Zhen came to the East Palace to persuade Luo Yunchu. .
"Don't worry, mother, and daughter-in-law still know how to accept things when they're happy."
Now that he had obtained the card to leave the palace, Luo Yunchu personally sent ibuprofen to Emperor Ming, thinking that at least the fever would be gone and he would feel better. As for a complete recovery, he would have to rely on his own immunity and the imperial doctor.
There is a high probability that Emperor Ming will recover, but he will have to suffer a little more, but it would be embarrassing if Emperor Ming became seriously ill and couldn't afford it.
Because of his cold, Luo Yunchu roughly guessed that he caught the cold from the cold wind blowing in the open space that day when he had to perform rituals for her.
Therefore, since she can't openly say that she deserves it, she can't take out the medicine even if she has it. She can just suffer the pain!
Emperor Ming took ibuprofen and his body felt much better. Seeing this, he wisely did not take back his palace card immediately.
In fact, Luo Yunchu's desire for a waist card was not just for fun, he also had serious things to do.
It must be that Xiao Beilin didn't want Xiao Beichen to secure his position as the crown prince, and deliberately spread rumors that she would become a concubine and harm the country in the future. She is going to a free clinic to get her reputation and image back.
Although she knew that Xiao Beichen had no ambitions for the throne, she was sorry, but she couldn't blame her.
During the free clinic for several days, Luo Yunchu personally diagnosed the pulses and prepared medicine for the poor people, working tirelessly and leaving early and returning late.
The people saw her dedication in their eyes, saying that she was a Bodhisattva who saved people in need, and never mentioned anything about the evil concubine.
One wave gradually subsides, and another wave rises.
"What? Smallpox?" Luo Yunchu's head was as big as two.
"Yes, Madam, the smallpox-prone Ping'an Lane is right behind our Baohe Hall. We'd better not hold our free clinic for now. Too many people gather here every day, making it easier to spread the epidemic.
Smallpox is so ferocious that if poor people get it, they will die. "The shopkeeper persuaded.
Smallpox is a malignant infectious disease that is highly contagious and highly curable. In modern times, the smallpox virus has been eliminated at the source, and people rely on vaccination to prevent it.
In ancient times, smallpox was a disaster for the people.
"Okay," Luo Yunchu asked worriedly, "How is Ping'an Lane?"
"Ping'an Lane has been closed, and people inside are strictly prohibited from entering or exiting. Officers and soldiers regularly deliver food."
"Are there any doctors going in to treat the sick people?"
The shopkeeper shook his head, "Smallpox is too dangerous. No one is willing to put themselves in danger. Even if a doctor is willing to go, there is no specific medicine or good treatment plan."
"How many residents are there in Ping'an Lane?" Luo Yunchu asked.
"More than 20 households, more than 100 people, wherever the plague or smallpox appears, in order to prevent the virus from breaking out, they will be sealed off. This has always been the case." The shopkeeper sighed, but there was nothing he could do.
"To put it bluntly, we just let them fend for themselves?" Luo Yunchu was very sad.
"There is no other way. In order to protect the health of more people, we can only do this." Xiao Beichen's voice sounded from behind.
"I have a way. I can go to Ping'an Lane to heal them." Luo Yunchu said sincerely.
"No." Xiao Beichen refused neatly.
"It's not possible again. I'm a doctor. I can help them and protect myself. You can rest assured." Luo Yunchu replied.
"Go back to the East Palace." Xiao Beichen said coolly, unwilling to continue this topic.
Seeing Xiao Beichen's face turned dark, Luo Yunchu said nothing more, and the shopkeeper was also quiet and did not dare to speak out.
Back in the East Palace, Luo Yunchu put out the wine he brewed with Lingquan water and peach blossoms, and took Xiao Beichen to drink.
"Don't try to get me drunk and use a honey trap. Stop thinking about going to Ping'an Lane to treat those smallpox patients." Xiao Beichen saw Luo Yunchu's intention.
"I said that I am confident that I can cure them without contracting the disease myself." Luo Yunchu and Feng Xiaoyu followed suit, "Don't you believe in my medical skills?"
"Even if I believe you, it is impossible for my father to allow you to take risks. You are the Crown Princess of the East Palace. If you are of noble status and you contract the disease in order to save the common people, and then bring the virus back to the imperial officials, the consequences can be imagined."
"Isn't the life of a commoner life? If I really get sick, I will die outside and will not come back to your palace. That's okay!" Luo Yunchu said angrily.
"You know that's not what I meant," Xiao Beichen did not compromise. He glanced sideways at Luo Yunchu, "Anyway, I won't let you take risks."
"If you say that, I don't need your consent." Luo Yunchu glanced at him and made a conclusion.
"I don't want you to go, why don't you understand." Xiao Beichen lowered his head and said softly.
"Maybe I should take you somewhere so that you can rest assured." Luo Yunchu breathed out a breath, made up his mind and pulled him into the space, standing next to the spiritual spring.
