The five rooms in the main hall are all large and broad, with excellent orientation. Warm sunlight enters through the windows, making the rooms sparse and bright.
Emperor Yong'an usually rested in the warm pavilion facing south. A long window was opened on the south wall, and the window lattice was inlaid with transparent ice-like carved glass. The shadows of the dim trees outside the palace were reflected on the glass, with their branches and leaves scattered, but And full of life.
Opening the bead curtain hanging at the door of the Nuan Pavilion, there was a soft tinkling sound, and stepping into the Nuan Pavilion, amidst the light smoke, the majestic red sandalwood screen of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers came into view.
On the eight red sandalwood shelves, there are endless and spectacular pictures of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains embroidered according to the original works of famous artists from the previous dynasties. The double-sided embroidery is exquisite, the colors are gorgeous, and the thoughts are clever. It was the Qianqiu Festival when Emperor Yong'an turned 50 last year. A birthday gift to Emperor Yong'an.
This screen made Long Yan very happy. All the officials in Suzhou Prefecture received a generous reward, which attracted the envy of countless people.
Turning around the screen, Emperor Yong'an leaned on the big bright yellow pillow with a sad expression. When he saw the imperial concubine and her entourage coming in, his eyes lit up, and he raised his hand, motioning for the imperial concubine to sit beside the bed.
He held the imperial concubine's hand and called the imperial concubine weakly but affectionately: "Shanshan, you are here."
When the imperial concubine heard this title, she didn't show much emotion on her face. She still had that graceful and dignified appearance. Even her slightly forward neck was the same as before. Her expression was light and seemed to have endless alienation: "What do you think, Your Majesty? Is there any injury?"
Emperor Yong'an suddenly lost all interest in what he said about business matters. He slowly let go of the imperial concubine's hand, his eyes darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I have nothing to do, imperial concubine need not worry."
The imperial concubine breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask calmly: "Which concubines does your Majesty want to keep to serve you? I will make arrangements for you."
A trace of indescribable irritation appeared in Emperor Yong'an's heart, and he pinched his fingers twice involuntarily: "No need, with the Korean Medical Order and Gao Fuguo here, the concubines do not need to come to attend to the illness."
Upon hearing this, Concubine Li became anxious. She twisted her waist and walked to the bed. Before she could speak, tears rolled down drop by drop. She held Emperor Yong'an's hand and sobbed delicately and weakly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty. , I can’t care about others, but I must come to take care of you.”
As soon as this statement came out, a large number of people were truly offended. Some of the concubines raised their heads, while others lowered their heads, with disdain on their faces.
Concubine Xian snorted coldly and turned her head to look to the side.
Concubine Li didn't seem to realize there was anything wrong with her words. She grabbed Emperor Yong'an's hand and said in a soft voice: "Your Majesty, let me take care of you."
Emperor Yong'an patted the back of Concubine Li's hand with his backhand and coughed twice: "Since you gave birth to Xiaowu, your health has not been good. Why am I willing to let you work so hard? You come to see me every now and then." That’s right, you don’t have to stay here day and night to guard the sick.”
Concubine Li pinched the handkerchief and pressed the corners of her eyes, and said with tears: "Seeing His Majesty look so haggard, it makes my heart hurt to death. I don't care whether it's hard work or not."
After hearing this, Emperor Yong'an glanced at the imperial concubine thoughtfully, with eager expectation in his eyes, but he only saw a plain face as before.
He suppressed the growing irritation in his heart, caressed Concubine Li's cheek twice lovingly, and whispered softly as if there was no one around, revealing endless affection: "I want to drink the soup you made with your own hands."
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There were still tears hanging down her cheeks. When she heard Emperor Yong'an's words, she immediately smiled like a delicate flower: "Your Majesty, I obey the decree and stew soup and bring it here every day."
With Concubine Li taking a good lead, the concubines behind her rushed to show their hospitality, including those who wanted to send snacks, fruits, clothes, and even those who volunteered to come to serve the sick.
The Nuan Pavilion was suddenly noisy and noisy, and the noise was so noisy that people's brains ached.
The imperial concubine frowned slightly, pressed her forehead twice, and said nothing.
Emperor Yong'an pressed his lips tightly into a straight line, and his face gradually darkened.
The concubines noticed that something was wrong, and their chirping voices gradually became lowered, and finally became quiet, and they could only hear Concubine Xian still talking about herself.
"Your Majesty was frightened and inhaled the smoke. It is really not suitable to use soup that is too greasy."
"Based on my appearance, something like Lily Lotus Seed Soup, which clears the heart and eliminates internal heat, is the best."
Concubine Xian always refused to deal with Concubine Li. She would seize the opportunity to stamp her feet. She was talking so enthusiastically that she didn't notice that the other people's voices had disappeared, and only her somewhat mean voice was left in the room. .
While she was talking, she saw a strange expression on the face of the concubine beside her, and noticed that the silence around her was a bit weird. She couldn't help but froze, swallowing all the words she muttered, which made her face turn blue.
After hearing Concubine Xian's words, Concubine Li burst into tears of grievance and started to cry again: "Your Majesty, I, I really didn't think that much, I..."
She was so wronged that she couldn't even speak.
Emperor Yong'an's spirit was already on the verge of irritability and collapse. He patiently patted Concubine Li's hand again and said hoarsely: "I want to drink the soup you stewed with your own hands, so why are you guilty?"
Concubine Xian's face turned from green to white, her lips pursed, but she didn't say a word.
The imperial concubine was also sitting a little impatiently. When she heard what Emperor Yong'an said, she slowly stood up and saluted without hesitation: "In that case, I will leave first."
Emperor Yong'an looked at the imperial concubine's appearance and felt sour and bitter in his heart. He waved his hand and asked all the concubines to retreat.
After the imperial concubine and others retreated, Emperor Yong'an felt a little depressed. He leaned on the big bright yellow pillow and took a few deep breaths. He suddenly grabbed the cup at hand and smashed it down hard.
With a "bang", the white and blue cup fell into many pieces, splashing everywhere.
Gao Fuguo was startled, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Majesty, please calm down. Your Majesty, please calm down."
Emperor Yong'an breathed out as if exhausted, rubbed his forehead, his face darkened, and he said disheartenedly: "She hates me, doesn't she."
Gao Fuguo knew the meaning of Emperor Yong'an's words, but he didn't dare to tell the truth even if he was beaten to death. He just shook his head and said nothing.
Emperor Yong'an sighed: "That's all, I can't do anything for you, just get up."
Gao Fuguo thanked him and got up from the ground.
After he carried Emperor Yong'an out from the fire scene, he had been waiting in front of the bed. He didn't have time to wash and change clothes, and he didn't have time to deal with the blisters on his body due to excessive heat. He only applied some medicine on the back of his hands.
Emperor Yong'an looked at the black ash on Gao Fuguo's face and said hoarsely: "Where is the injury?"
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Fu Guo fell to his knees with a pop, his face full of emotion, and tears fell on the gold bricks: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this old slave is fine. Your Majesty, you scared this old slave to death."
Emperor Yong'an waved his hand: "Get up and don't kneel down. I know your loyalty."
Gao Fuguo is really scared. For someone like him who serves the emperor closely, only if the emperor is healthy and safe can he live a healthy and safe life. To put it bluntly, if one day Yong'an Emperor Long Yubin Oh my god, it would be the best outcome for him to die and be buried in front of his soul.
He wiped away his tears, and the tears washed away the black dust on his face, forming criss-crossed tear tracks, and he shivered with fear.
Emperor Yong'an looked at Gao Fuguo. A servant who served him closely had such deep and true feelings for him. Why did the person who slept with him every day and had children still show such a weak affection? Not as good as a piece of paper.
He asked disheartenedly: "What happened to the two immortal masters?"
Gao Fuguo thought of the tragic scene in the fire, his scalp felt numb, and he carefully modified his words: "Your Majesty, those two, the two immortal masters have already passed through the tribulation and ascended."
After saying this, Emperor Yong'an was speechless for a long time, and Gao Fuguo was also speechless for a long time. He couldn't feel guilty anymore.
The body was burned to such a degree that even ghosts would be scared to death. If they really ascended, they would be frightened.
Emperor Yong'an's cheeks twitched twice and said calmly: "Since the immortal master has achieved enlightenment, then that's all."
Seeing that Emperor Yong'an did not show any grief, Gao Fuguo secretly sighed.
The bead curtain hanging at the door of the Nuan Pavilion swayed gently in the wind, and the warm and bright sunlight flowed on the round white pearls, which were extremely shiny.
After a moment of silence, Emperor Yong'an looked at the bead curtain and asked quietly: "Are all the princes here?"
Gao Fuguo thought for a moment and said with great difficulty: "Han, His Highness the King of Han has not arrived."
Emperor Yong'an straightened up and asked in surprise: "Why didn't Wu come? What happened to him?"
Although his son is a bit dandy, a bit useless, and a bit worthless, his filial piety is genuine and not hypocritical at all.
Whatever is delicious and useful on weekdays is always brought to him first.
When I heard that he was sick, he would stay in front of the bed without sleep and wait for his illness. He would never be as faceless as he is now.
When he heard that Xie Mengxia didn't come, he subconsciously thought that there was an accident.
Gao Fuguo lowered his head and said, "Three days ago, His Royal Highness the King of Han was attacked in the Jiaofang and kidnapped by a group of criminals."
"What? Where's the Jinwu Guard, where's the inner guard, where's the Jingzhao Mansion, have you looked for it? Have you found it?!" Emperor Yong'an suddenly changed his expression, screamed sadly and tragically, and used all his strength to stand up. , struggling to find someone.
Gao Fuguo hurriedly supported Emperor Yong'an and urged: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, when I got up in the morning, Liu Fuyin went to Zhezi and found His Highness and rescued him. Don't worry, Your Majesty. Don't worry, Your Majesty." , Your Highness is fine."
Emperor Yong'an finally calmed down. The violent surge of energy and blood just now made his throat smell of blood. His mouth was full of the smell of rust. He coughed several times before he could take a breath. He was weak and weak. Asked: "Unprovoked, really, nothing happened?"
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