Concubine Li Shu completely understood that it was Concubine Sun who did it on purpose.
She hasn't decided to deal with it yet. After all, if she goes to see Queen Ma, although Queen Ma will help her, she will think that she is picky and greedy for pleasure.
She was so angry that she smashed things in the house.
Nowadays, people outside the palace are not allowed to bring anything inside casually. They will either burn the charcoal and be smoked, or she will have to stay frozen.
The palace people were so frightened that they all hid.
When Li Shufei was tired of beating her, she sat down, panted heavily, and cursed through gritted teeth: "Bitch, I was really bitten by a well-raised dog."
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Concubine Li Shu thought about it and decided that she couldn't bear the cold in vain. She could only go to other dormitories to see if there were more and ask for some.
She couldn't help but ask for it, so the maids went out separately to find the concubines with whom she was usually close.
After a while, everyone came back empty-handed.
Those people either reasoned that there weren't many, or simply ignored them.
Concubine Li Shu became even more angry. On weekdays, everyone was making love to her, but at this time, no one helped her.
Someone whispered: "At the moment, the only person in the palace who has money and can go out, apart from His Royal Highness, is the King of Xiang."
Li Shufei suddenly realized that she was really mad. In fact, we can't completely blame the concubines. After all, we have calculated the rationing for each palace. If we give her a little, she won't be enough. If we give too much, she won't be enough.
She sighed: "I can only go to Concubine Hu Shun to get it."
The maids had no choice but to go to Concubine Hu Shun's palace to ask for it, and soon they came back with a large bag of silver charcoal.
This month is definitely enough.
Concubine Li Shu frowned and asked the palace maid: "You said a lot of good things to her and kowtowed?"
The palace maid said: "No. I just followed the queen's instructions and told her, and she gave it to me."
Concubine Li Shu stared at the big bag of charcoal: This woman, even if she doesn't say it on the surface, is definitely laughing at me behind her back.
It's just that she solved my urgent need, so I can only accept it with patience and talk about it later.
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The autumn wind blew fiercely at night.
Lao Zhu read the memorial and saw that late at night, there was a cold wind blowing on the way back to the palace from the study. In the morning, he had a heavy head and stuffy nose, and was sore all over that he couldn't get out of bed.
Concubine Guo Hui, who was recruited to serve as her bedtime attendant, did not dare to hide the secret, so she quietly asked someone to inform Empress Ma before dawn.
Queen Ma was so anxious that she hurriedly freshened up and rushed over.
The imperial doctor came to see him and said that Lao Zhu was suffering from cold and fatigue and needed to take a good rest.
Lao Zhu said that he was afraid that the children would be affected by the illness, so he asked all princes and princesses under the age of ten not to visit.
Don't come too, the concubines, or the noise will make him dizzy.
The more the concubines are not allowed to come, the more they go out and ask around.
Even the royal relatives were very nervous, and people outside the palace gate were crowded to inquire about the news. It was busier than usual.
Zhu Biao's eyes were red and he looked panicked.
Lao Zhu leaned on the bedside to comfort Zhu Biao: "Don't worry, we just caught a cold."
Zhu Biao lowered his head and said, "Yes, my father should get well soon. My father has worked too hard."
Lao Zhu said: "Oh, I am really old. We used to sleep in the woodshed in the winter without catching a cold. Now it is just like paper. It will fall down when the wind blows."
"Father is still very strong." Zhu Bai suddenly said from the side.
Only then did Lao Zhu and Zhu Biao realize that Zhu Bai had slipped in at some point.
Lao Zhu frowned: "Eh? You're such a traitor, didn't I tell you not to come in?"
Zhu Bai said: "Don't worry, this is not influenza and it is not contagious."
In fact, he was more nervous about Lao Zhu than Zhu Biao.
As long as Lao Zhu lives a long life, he can always be his idle and domineering prince.
If Lao Zhu burps in advance, all his plans will be disrupted.
Besides, after traveling so long, he still has some true feelings for Lao Zhu.
He often said things that no one understood, and Lao Zhu and the others were used to it.
Now that he has slipped in, there is no point in trying to drive him out.
Lao Zhu held him in his arms, feeling very comforted in his heart.
This child is usually so naughty, but he knows how to be filial at critical moments, so our love for him is not in vain.
Zhu Bai said: "It's warm in the study, and the pores all over your body are open. Childhood is when people are at their weakest, and you are tired, so you catch a cold as soon as you leave the study. The cold and heat alternate between cold and hot. Father, drink some ginger soup. Order some mugwort and rest for three to seven days, and you will be fine."
Lao Zhu: "Oh, let alone seven days. If we don't work for one day, the papers will pile up as high as a mountain."
Lao Zhu holds all the power in his own hands. Safety is the safest, but he is also the one who is exhausted.
Zhu Bai said: "Father, don't be afraid, the prince and brother can do it."
Lao Zhu glanced at Zhu Biao.
Zhu Biao lowered his head.
Lao Zhu sighed softly: He just didn't trust Zhu Biao.
Zhu Bai said: "Brother, the prince, go through the book first. If you can't make a decision, just bring it to your father for instructions."
Queen Ma didn't seem to be paying attention to their conversation and was twisting the hot towel over Lao Zhu. In fact, she couldn't help but stop and pricked up her ears.
Lao Zhu thought for a while and said to Zhu Bai: "Lao Twelve, stop running around these days and go help your elder brother."
Zhu Biao glanced at Zhu Bai.
Zhu Bai could only say: "If the prince brother needs his son, he will never dare to be lazy."
Lao Zhu nodded: "That puts us at ease. You two brothers, read the booklet first, and then briefly explain it to us."
Empress Ma said softly: "Your Majesty, take a good rest first. Sharpen your knife and chop wood."
The ministers were waiting outside the Chengtian Gate. They were so cold that they finally waited until the palace door opened. In the end, they were not allowed in. Instead, a eunuch ran out and said, "Your Majesty has caught a cold. It will be early in the morning. If you have anything to report, please write it down on the note. Your Excellency, Mr. Hu Weiyong, will send it to the palace together."
The officials were in an uproar.
Lao Zhu has been emperor for almost ten years, and this is the first time he has not gone to court early.
Then the ministers hurriedly ran back and wrote condolence messages and handed them to the Zhongshu Ministry of Education.
Hu Weiyong took it and sent it to the imperial study.
Zhu Biao couldn't help but frown slightly when he looked at the pile of discounts.
Zhu Bai comforted him: "Brother, don't be afraid. Let's take a rough look and classify them. I'm afraid there are not a few that are really important."
After looking through the results, it turned out that eight out of ten were to express condolences for Lao Zhu's condition, and the rest were to express condolences and talk about things in passing.
In the end, there were only three or five things worth reporting to Lao Zhu.
Zhu Biao frowned and clutched a copy of the booklet, seeming a little embarrassed.
Zhu Bai comforted: "Hey, brother, if you can't make up your mind, just ask your father later. Don't be so embarrassed."
Zhu Biao's probation period doesn't even count now, so why is he under so much pressure?
Zhu Biao sighed: "I just can't show this to Emperor Father. But if I don't show it to Emperor Father, I'm afraid that if we talk about it in the future, Emperor Father will blame us for taking it upon ourselves to conceal it."
Zhu Bai took it and looked at it and whispered: "Huh, who is so not afraid of death?"
