Chapter 52:

Today's Palace of the Qing Dynasty was surrounded by the Guards one after another as Emperor Qiong Yuan became seriously ill. When Huo Qiu entered, the sky was already slightly dark, and it was not the Concubine Yan that looked after the Queen Guan.
After a sickness, Emperor Qiong Yuan was not looking old, and the dragon bed carved from huanghuali heartwood made him more thin. Huo Qiu paused, and when he raised his eyes, his expression was no more turbulent.
He bowed and said: "The sons and ministers ask the father and mother to be safe."
Seeing that he really appeared in front of him, Guan heaved a sigh of relief. At this moment, he can only be relieved by sitting in the court.
Emperor Qiong Yuan drank the medicine, and now listening to his voice, he slowly opened his eyes, revealing muddy eyeballs. He waved at Huo Qiu, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and breathless.
"Is the emperor here?"
Huo Qiu's complexion was painful, and his voice was somewhat depressed. He stepped forward and shook Emperor Qiongyuan's hand and said, "Father, the son is fortunate to live up to his life, Xijiang, everything is done."
Emperor Qiongyuan let out a few muffled laughs from his chest, coughed vainly, waved his hand and said, "My son has never disappointed my father."
"Cough cough... I heard that you caught the cold a while ago, are you better now?" Emperor Qiong Yuan shook his hand hard in his muddy old eyes.
Wind chill? Babaili hurriedly came to get Kyoto's life-saving medicine. Why did it become cold?
Huo Qiu's body was slightly stiff, his eyes were facing each other, no flaws were revealed, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and said: "Thanks to the care of the emperor, the son is healthy and healthy, nothing serious."
In such a situation now, Emperor Qiong Yuan still thought of asking him to let Huo Qi go and bury the matter in his heart?
When did he have such a belly?
Not to mention that his life was bought back at the cost of a long scar on that little woman's face. How could it be so easy?
The Guan family also heard some clues, and while changing a veil on Emperor Qiongyuan's forehead, he turned his head and said, "Isn't the fourth child suffering from the plague? Why did it become cold in the emperor's mouth?"
Huo Qiu's sword eyes were deeper and deeper. In my memory, this was the first time I saw my aunt and father and the emperor. I never thought it was such a situation.
Emperor Qiong Yuan was stunned for a while, then gave a dry laugh in some embarrassment, rubbed his hands before talking, and started coughing violently again.
When Emperor Qiongyuan fell asleep, Guan's face cleansed his hands unchanged, and he signaled Huo Qiu to go outside together.
"Auntie." Huo Qiu's brows were light, but his voice softened.
Guan suddenly frowned and looked at him up and down. Finally, he pulled his left arm and saw a scar on it, and the worm that had been entrenched was gone.
"Why...?" Guan clan stared at him, and then said: "Your father was seriously ill this time. He searched the world and finally invited Jiang Jianxi to the imperial palace. The palace originally wanted him to solve this for you. Gu, I didn't expect you to still use that method."
Seeing Guan's misunderstanding, Huo Qiu pursed his lips and looked away. He didn't explain much, but said: "What did Jiang Jianxi say about his father's illness?"
Guan shook his head and laughed a little helplessly, "Your father's physical condition has become like this, you and I know it in my heart."
The next thing is to hang the medicine, one more day is one day.
Huo Qiumo sat on the bench in silence, and Guan followed him to the other side. He poured himself a cup of tea, sips, and said: "When you come back, your aunt can rest assured, and stayed for two nights. Sleepy, I will go back to Changchun Palace and rest."
Huo Qiu stood up, knowing Guan's temperament, and bowed his fist in a deep voice, "Gracefully send her mother."
In front of outsiders, this consonant is bound to shout.
In the huge palace, apart from Emperor Qiong Yuan who slept drowsly inside and the imperial physicians who were on standby at any time and did not dare to make a sound, there was only Huo Qiu who closed his eyes and meditation.
A plague almost hurt his vitality, if it wasn't for that pill...
He stood up abruptly, his long body was handsome and handsome, and asked Li Desheng coldly, "Where is Jiangjianxi?"
Jiang Jianxi is the most fascinating person, if it wasn't for Emperor Qiong Yuan to be seriously ill this time, he would definitely not be moved. But since it was the little woman's master, who had accepted such a love again, he naturally wanted to meet.
Li Desheng leaned in his ear and whispered: "His Royal Highness, he is waiting in the side hall, can you come in?"
Huo Qiu waved his hand.
I originally thought that the saintly hand of gu interpreter in the arena was the bones of immortal wind and the white-haired master, but I did not expect that the face of the person who came in was like a crown of jade, and the gestures were all charming, handsome and unrestrained. At the age of twenty-three to four, even when he saw Huo Qiu, he just glanced at him unhurriedly, and then said: "Cao Min knocked on His Royal Highness."
Huo Qiu was surprised for a moment, and then helped him up.
"Mr. Don't be polite."
It was just a moment of wrongdoing, Jiang Jianxi raised his eyebrows, a touch of interest flashed in the pair of phoenix eyes that entered the temple, and when he got up, he was already smiling like a spring breeze.
The smell of medicine on this prince was familiar.
Huo Qiu looked away from him, and there was a general idea in his heart.
"Mr. Jiuyang's name." Huo Qiu wore the crown prince's python suit as tall as a cold pine in the snow, his eyes were rustling, and he slightly nodded and said: "Have you ever seen the lone father sick?"
Jiang Jianxi's complexion gradually became solemn, and he brushed the folds of the cloud-colored clothes, and replied: "The emperor is embarrassed by the Eucharist, frustrated in his heart, coupled with repeated attacks of old injuries, the grassroots are incompetent, and can only be suppressed with drugs."
But there is no need to say the following words, everyone understands each.
A generation of emperors, dying old, until now, lying on the couch and being hung by the decoctions all day long, was it not a kind of helplessness and humiliation?
Huo Qiu heard such news all the way. He didn't feel disappointed at the moment. He just glanced at him carefully, and then said: "I know it all, I hope Mr. Do my best, I will have a great reward."
Jiang Jianxi stepped back invisible and said, "His Royal Highness."
The movements of his bow were standard and elegant, like a noble gentleman from Kyoto, his movements were never humble or overbearing. Huo Qiu felt that this person was talented and humble and courteous, and he looked a little higher.
Huo Qiu and Jiang Jianxi separated after a few words, one returned to the dragon couch and the other to the side hall.
It was three watch days when Emperor Qiongyuan woke up again. The prince he was most proud of was sitting at the desk with his hands on his head, looking very tired.
My heart moved slightly, thinking that he had just recovered from his serious illness, and that the ridiculous things the sixth child had done, he still had a bottom line, and felt a little guilty for a while.
It's just that his throne belongs to the prince, so he can make up for it.
There was an unusual itching in his throat, and he couldn't help but cough heavily.
Huo Qiu's cold eyebrows frowned tighter, as he stood up and said: "Bring the medicine in."
Emperor Qiongyuan drank the medicine and looked around, a slight trace of sadness flashed across his face. He turned to ask Huo Qiu, "Where is your aunt?"
Not the queen, but the aunt.
Huo Qiu suddenly knew something between the flashing and flint, and he pressed his lips calmly, and stared directly at the old emperor: "My aunt said that she had a headache, so she went back to Changchun Palace and rested."
Emperor Qiongyuan's eyes darkened a bit, and after a moment he moved his fingers, sighing inexplicably, "She is used to... she is used to using such an excuse."
Huo Qiu's expression was dim and unclear, and Ji Er remembered that the little thing in his temple was of the same nature as Guan, but whenever he felt a little unhappy, he fell into his arms, rubbing his forehead and his chest hurt.
Full of living treasures.
Through the fine incense burning in the Qianqing Palace, Huo Qiu suddenly didn't know how to answer the conversation. He pondered for a moment, holding the somewhat trembling hand of Emperor Qiong Yuan, and said in a deep voice: "Wait for my aunt tomorrow to get better. I will definitely come to see Emperor Father."
Emperor Qiong Yuan waved his hand, sighed, turned inside and closed his eyes.
"You have recovered from a serious illness, go back and rest quickly, don't stay by my side and get sick again."
The long and narrow palace roads at night seem extraordinarily deep, like turning into a certain line in the vast galaxy on the sky, a few lights are dotted, like a flying firefly, flying into a deep summer dream.
After Huo Qiu returned to the East Palace, he stopped in front of the gate of Yiqiu Palace. Li Desheng saw his master hesitating and asked: "His Royal Highness, do you want to stay in Yiqiu Palace?"
He held his hands silently, the light in the palace maid’s hand was shining on the plaque of Yiqiu Palace. The three large characters were particularly distinct. Huo Qiu's finger turned around, and he thought of the face of Emperor Qiong Yuan in Qianqing Palace when he raised his aunt. A moment later, he shook his head: "Xuanhan operator."
He was in Xijiang for more than one month, and most of the things in his hands were followed up by Han Operator.
However, Tang Zhuozuo slept from noon until dark, and woke up when the sky was staring. After eating a few pieces of milk cake, he felt bored. He asked someone to move the Luohan bed to the courtyard of the Yiqiu Palace. Said to take the cold.
The breeze faded the heat in the daytime, and what was left at this moment was the intoxicating softness. Tang Zhuozhuo sighed comfortably, looking up at the stars in the sky.
The maid behind her took a small fan to repel mosquitoes for her, An Xia leaned in her ear and asked gently: "Manny, do you want to pass on food?"
Tang Zhuozuo didn't feel hungry, but she was too tired. She looked at the sky and thought that Huo Qiu would not be coming, so she shook her head with excitement.
"I don't have any appetite, take it all down." She waved her hand slightly, her voice was like cold water, and An Xia saw that she woke up from sleep and she was not very energetic, so she couldn't help asking: "Where is the empress? ?"
Tang Zhuozuo even shook his head, and whispered: "What kind of doctor? Drinking some bitter medicine every day, the whole body smells like medicine, it smells very unpleasant.
An Xia shut up immediately, except for His Royal Highness, no one else could control the master.
Tang Zhuozuo closed his eyes and said nothing. After a while, he asked, "Is Jiang Jianxi treating your majesty?"
An Xia and Zihuan looked at each other, and the latter thoughtfully replied: "The slave servant heard that the maidservants below had their mouths broken and said that it was the genius doctor who was invited to the palace."
Tang Zhuozhuo nodded slightly. After a while, he showed a dumbfounded look, and said, "Ms. Ye will be invited for tea tomorrow."
I want to hear the news and I am not the only one who has a headache.
Early the next morning, Huo Qiu rested for an hour, and when he got up, his eyes were still bloodshot.
The guards of Qianqing Palace added more. When Huo Qiu went there, he was facing Concubine Yan and Huo Qi.
He frowned suddenly, and the murder intent suddenly rose in his heart. Li Desheng calmly blocked the ill-faced Six Princes aside. Now is not the time for both sides to tear their faces, let alone when the emperor is seriously ill.
This is a taboo.
No matter how reluctant, Huo Qi opened his mouth and made a gesture, calling out the emperor brother, Huo Qiu's face suddenly sneered.
Huo Qigang wanted to speak, but was stopped by Concubine Yan's eyes. Whether he was still lacking in experience, he seemed even more uncontrollable. At this time, his anger was suppressed.
Wang Yi that waste! He took such a big risk, and spent unimaginable money and time, and he kept dripping up and down. Now not only did Huo Qiu stand in front of him alive, he even stopped showing up.
I don't know if it has fallen into Huo Qiu's hands...