Lu Qing and Jiu Ge'er in the mansion hadn't fully recovered yet, so Yan Fuguang simply took all the official business back to the mansion to handle.
Emperor Xihe's health was getting worse and worse, and his energy was very limited. Many memorials that he had no time to deal with were piled up.
Yan Fuguang had not been to the palace in the past few days, so he collected a lot of them.
Important memorials could not be taken out of the palace, so he resigned to his fate and stayed in Changding Hall, answering Emperor Xihe's questions while handling the memorials.
"How is Ninth Brother? You can get the medicinal materials from the palace, but Ninth Brother comes first in everything."
"Brother Ninth is getting better, but the imperial doctor also said that the situation is critical this time. After all, he has hurt his body and will be more susceptible to illness than ordinary children in the future."
"Damn Mr. Qiao! It's the fault of a son not to teach his father. I see that old guy Qiao Yun has failed to be a good father!"
"Ms. Qiao has been killed with a stick by my son. Father, please calm down."
Emperor Xihe walked back and forth in the hall with his hands on his hips, and was already a little out of breath.
Yan Fuguang heard the sound and looked up at him: "Weren't you in good health before?"
He remembered very clearly that in the past two years, Emperor Xihe's harem had brought many beauties into the palace, and it was as if he was still a treasure. However, since last year, he has never been the same again.
Emperor Xihe held the table and waved his hands. He was panting and his chest was a little breathless. He took a few deep breaths and then said with a wry smile: "I'm old."
Yan Fuguang poured a cup of tea and handed it to him: "You'd better let the imperial doctor check your pulse."
Now he can't bear to see the people around him suffering from illness.
Emperor Xihe was greatly moved. He held Yan Fuguang's hand and said affectionately: "Fuguang, you care about my father the most!"
He remembered that Yan Xianzhi appeared in the palace almost every day, but never once cared about him, and the more he compared it, the more he became heartbroken.
"I wanted to make you the crown prince when you were a child..."
There is no point in saying these words now. Whether he is a prince or not is not that important to Yan Fuguang. Even if he was made a prince when he was a child, what Emperor Xihe did is not enough to completely forgive him.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and continued to sit back in his chair to review the memorial.
It's almost no time to leave the palace after busy work.
It was still early, so he asked the driver to take a detour to a famous snack shop in the capital to buy a few boxes of snacks to take back to Lu Qing and the children.
Fang Jinbao got out of the car to buy snacks. Yan Fuguang lifted the car curtain and glanced at the stalls set up along the street and the shops lined up on both sides of the street.
Yan Xianzhi's fat figure passed by in a flash, and Yan Fuguang's eyes immediately followed him, and saw him and a young man holding hands, chatting and laughing.
He called Liang Fei: "Follow me and find out who that person is."
"Yes! I obey my orders!"
**
In Jinjiyuan, Yan Fuguang asked someone to quietly add a few soothing herbs to Lu Qing's medicine. After drinking the medicine at noon, she wanted to talk to Brother Jiu for a while, but she didn't want to lean against him on his little bed. Then he fell asleep.
Brother Yu moved gently and with some effort lifted the quilt to cover Lu Qing. He and Brother Jiu moved to the end of the bed to play.
Brother Ninth wore very thick clothes, which made him very uncomfortable as he always liked to be active. He frowned and kicked his legs, and the irritation between his brows accumulated more and more.
Brother Yu held his legs and coaxed him nicely: "Be good, don't take it off."
My brother is sick and must not catch cold.
He held Brother Jiu's little hand and felt it for a while. It was always colder than his own, so Brother Yu held Brother Jiu's hand tightly, trying to warm him up.
After going back and forth, Brother Jiu became honest. He spread his hands and let Brother Yu cover them. He stared at Brother Yu, and occasionally put his legs on Brother Yu mischievously.
In the past, although Brother Yu didn't care much, he would always push him a few times to take advantage of the opportunity to have fun, but this time Brother Yu remained motionless and even smiled in a good-tempered way.
Brother Jiu was a little disappointed. He pulled his legs back in frustration, groaned and closed his eyes.
Brother Yu was a little at a loss. His younger brother took his hand away. He looked at the empty hands and didn't know what to do.
As soon as Yan Fuguang entered the room, he first glanced at the sleeping Lu Qing, and then felt that something was not right between the two little guys.
Seeing Brother Ninth's eyelids moving and pretending to be asleep even though he was not asleep, Yan Fuguang chuckled lightly. He hugged Brother Yu on his lap. He didn't ask about the brothers' personal affairs, but praised: "Yu My brother is very powerful. My father and brother are not here, so you can take care of your mother and brother, right?"
Brother Yu was not in high spirits. He tilted his head and leaned in Yan Fuguang's arms, but kept staring at Brother Jiu.
Yan Fuguang noticed his mood and coaxed, "Why are you unhappy?"
Brother Yu sighed arrogantly and buried his little face in Yan Fuguang's chest. Now he didn't even look at Brother Jiu.
It was the first time that Yan Fuguang saw his second son, who always smiled like a little sun, being so sad, and he realized that brother Yu had been very sensible recently.
A child should behave like a child. He was only one and a half years old, and Yan Fuguang didn't want to see him humiliating himself just to be sensible. Brother Jiu has been ill for such a long time, and the little guy who has a hot temper is even worse. Yan Fuguang understands that he feels sorry for him, but he can't bear to ignore Brother Yu's feelings.
"You haven't gone out to play for a long time, right? Father, please take you out for a walk?"
Brother Yu moved and stretched out his little arms to hug Yan Fuguang's neck: "Well..."
Yan Fuguang asked Ji Qin and Man Dong to always pay attention to the situation in Nuange, and asked someone to find a small cloak for Brother Yu to put on him. He carried Brother Yu to the garden.
Brother Jiu moved his ears. When the two people behind him were really gone, he blinked his eyes hard and tears rolled down.
In the garden, Brother Yu was lying on Yan Fuguang's broad shoulders without interest. The small hat attached to the cloak covered his forehead. Looking from behind, he could only see Yan Fuguang's tall back and the star on his shoulder. Little cute head.
After walking a little further, Brother Yu noticed that there seemed to be some change in the garden.
"Huh?"
Why is the pond missing? Why did such a large pond, with goldfish swimming in it, suddenly disappear?
Yan Fuguang heard his cute doubts and smiled and said, "My father asked people to fill up the pond. If he wants to see goldfish in the future, he will ask people to raise them in a big water tank and put them directly in the yard."
He was also afraid that Yan Fuguang would not have the courage to endure such a thing again.
At least until the children grow up, he won't let anyone start again.
Brother Yu twisted his body, and Yan Fuguang put him on the ground.
He stamped his feet and ran to the willow tree to confirm that there was water in this land.
Brother Yu was happy, the dangerous things disappeared, and his brother and mother would not be in danger in the future.
He raised his foot, stamped the ground hard, and cursed angrily: "Bad water!"
Yan Fuguang waited funnyly for him to have fun here for a while, and then took Brother Yu back to Jinxiyuan.
Brother Jiu in Nuan Pavilion has not fallen asleep. He opened his eyes and waited for Brother Yu to come back.
Without any warning, Brother Jiu lifted up the quilt, startling Man Dong.
"Little master, what are you doing?"
"rise!"
Brother Jiu couldn't refuse. After Man Dong put on his shoes, he couldn't wait to run out and hugged Brother Yu who was put down by Yan Fuguang.
The two little guys fell on Yan Fuguang's lap, and he quickly reached out to hold them up.
After Brother Jiu stood firm, he immediately broke away from Yan Fuguang's hand and hugged Brother Yu tightly. He called out obediently: "Brother."
He knew he was wrong and should not lose his temper with his brother or ignore him.
Brother Yu smiled and hugged him. He had long forgotten all the sadness.
