Concubine Hua herself didn't know that she could still be so calm after understanding Big Fat Orange's sinister intentions.
Since she entered the house, this man has been gentle and caring towards her. Fu Jin and Ge Ge in the palace were both afraid, but she was not.
In the past few years, back and forth, no matter how much he favored the woman, he would eventually come back to her.
She thought that apart from their status, there was nothing wrong with them in terms of love. Who knew, it turned out to be just a well-woven scam.
Concubine Hua was ill. She was very ill. She suddenly developed a high fever and couldn't get out of bed.
Big Fat Orange immediately came to visit after knowing about it, but Songzhi blocked the door, saying that Concubine Hua was sick and haggard and did not want him to see her.
He also said that the disease came quickly and violently, and he was worried that the emperor would be sick and damage the dragon's body.
Big Fat Orange had no choice but to say a few words at the door, asking Concubine Hua to recover well, then turned around and read the Shenmeizhuang sign again.
When the queen heard about it, she only sneered, Concubine Hua, you are nothing more than that.
*
The musk in Huanyi incense can only be hidden from people who don't understand spices, it can't be hidden from experts in this business, and it can't be hidden from doctors.
The matter is too important to let others know. Zhou Ninghai secretly took some powder out of the palace and did not dare to go to the famous spice shop or medical clinic in Beijing.
But just to be on the safe side, I looked for a temple called Wenshuyuan in the mountains on the outskirts of Beijing.
Monk Jueming in the temple has superb medical skills and a compassionate heart. He often donates medicine and medicine to poor people, so he is famous far and wide.
Just because Wenshu Monastery is located in a remote location and there are many powerful and wealthy households in Beijing, apart from the nearby villagers, only people who cannot afford medical treatment will come here to seek medical treatment.
Zhou Ninghai was lame on one leg, taking three steps as two steps and climbed up a flight of stairs.
After entering the temple, I respectfully offered incense sticks to Manjusri Bodhisattva and asked the Bodhisattva to protect Concubine Hua and bring good fortune in times of trouble. Then he added two more ingots to make sesame oil money. The little monk next to him, dressed in monk's robes and with a sallow complexion, smiled from ear to ear.
Monk Jueming said, "Amitabha, the donor sincerely worships the Buddha. He will be protected by gods and Buddhas, and everything will go smoothly."
Zhou Ninghai said, "Thank you very much, master. Can you please lend me a moment to speak?"
Jue Ming understood that this young master had good features and handsome features. Although his clothes looked ordinary, the stitching was fine and the material was good.
He knew most of the people in the neighborhood, and had never heard of anyone having such a noble relative.
I just don’t know why this donor came. Wenshu Monastery was just a small Zen monastery, with only him and his three disciples, and nothing else.
"Donor, please come this way."
Jueming led Zhou Ninghai to a secluded place, "If the donor has anything to say to the poor monk, just say so."
Zhou Ninghai took out a small handful of spices wrapped in cloth from his arms, looked at each side, and then carefully handed it over. He said the words he had thought of before coming here.
"I heard that the master has great medical skills, and I got these spices accidentally. I want the master to help me find out whether this thing is harmful to people."
Monk Jueming picked up the spices, twisted some with his thumb and index finger, brought it to the tip of his nose, and smelled it carefully.
Zhou Ninghai saw that Jueming was not at ease after smelling it, so he tasted the spice on his finger and obviously discovered something.
"Does Master have an answer?"
"Amitabha."
Monk Jueming recited the Buddha's name, and then said, "This incense is not poisonous, but there is a smell of musk in it. Men can only use it once, if they are women."
Zhou Ninghai asked eagerly. "What if it's a woman?"
Monk Jueming looked at the things in his hands and immediately understood what was going on. Rich people have many wives and concubines, and this is not the first time he has seen such secretive affairs in the inner house.
The ladies were all very cautious and did not dare to ask the famous doctors in the city for fear of letting others know.
He was located in a remote place, and he knew some medical skills. He had gained a bit of reputation, and over time everyone came here.
If not, he would be upright and have a breeze on his sleeves. How did you get the money to donate medicines to the people?
Monk Jueming said, "Musk has the effect of opening and closing the mind and refreshing the mind. When used in spices, it can refresh the mind and prolong life."
"But if women use it for a long time, it is not conducive to fertility. Because it can activate blood circulation and stimulate menstruation, it can promote pregnancy and give birth, which is extremely harmful to pregnant women and fetuses."
"If the donor uses it for himself, it doesn't matter. It's just that if there is a wife at home, it's better to avoid it."
Zhou Ninghai asked, "Master, if I use this fragrance for a long time and take good care of it, will I still be able to have children?"
Jueming thought for a while and said, "May I ask how long the donor said it would last?"
"If it only takes a year or two, find a doctor who is proficient in gynecology, and take care of it for two years, maybe it can be done."
Zhou Ninghai's lips trembled, but he still asked, "What if it has been used for four or five years?"
Jueming said, "If it takes four or five years, the medicinal power has penetrated into the human body and penetrated deep into the bone marrow. After careful conditioning, you may still be able to get pregnant, but you cannot give birth safely."
Zhou Ninghai asked without giving up, "Master, you are so merciful, do you really have no solution at all?"
Jueming sighed. He was a monk, not a Buddha. How could he respond to requests?
He understood how the family members were feeling and could only comfort him by saying, "Please forgive me for the poor monk's limited talent and lack of knowledge. There are many doctors in the world. The poor monk believes that the donor's family is of an extraordinary family. He can seek advice from a few doctors with good medical skills and brainstorm, and maybe there can be other solutions."
Zhou Ninghai nodded numbly. He was overthinking it. Huanyixiang was a gift from the emperor. The emperor would not let his wife get pregnant. No matter how many doctors he called, it would not work.
He took out a silver note and put it in front of Monk Jueming. "This is a thousand taels of silver note. Please accept it, master. The weather is getting colder and people are susceptible to cold. Master, if you take it, you can save a few more lives."
"You know what happened today and I know it. Please don't mention it to anyone. Master is a smart man and should know the pros and cons involved."
Jueming clasped his hands together and bowed to Zhou Ninghai, then took the banknote and said, "Amitabha, donor, don't worry. The poor monk has been worshiping the Buddha in the Zen room today, and no distinguished guests have come to the door."
*
Returning to Yikun Palace, Zhou Ninghai stood at the door of the dormitory, hesitating again and again. I wanted to go in several times, but I still couldn't make up my mind.
The empress was so ill, and the news he brought back was so cruel. If the empress knew about it, her condition would become even more serious.
But he couldn't hide this kind of thing even if he wanted to. Because of what happened a few years ago, the empress has been having trouble with Concubine Duan these years. Whenever she felt uncomfortable these years, she would be tortured.
Looking back now, Concubine Duan's words were almost as clear as telling them that the bowl of anti-fetal medicine with safflower was the emperor's order, but they didn't believe it.
Who would have thought that the person who killed the little brother in the mother's belly was none other than the biological father of the little brother!
In particular, the emperor has always been very kind to the empress. The empress's biological brother is also the emperor's most capable general.
Zhou Ninghai stood at the door of the dormitory for a long time. I still haven't figured out how to explain it to Concubine Hua.
"Eunuch Zhou, you are back."
