Chapter 829: Good medicine

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Before Murong Jie turned around, he asked: "The eighth man has been escorted back to Beijing, you see ..."
"Don't care about him, someone will tidy him up." The Empress Dowager said lightly.
For the eighth, her disappointment is even worse.
Murong Jie's eyes flashed, "Could it be that Regent Regent is really back?"
The Empress Dowager smiled slightly, "Who knows? I am not familiar with him."
Murong Jie chuckled, "Well!"
After talking, he stepped back.
Xiwei Palace.
The emperor's bedroom was already indifferent to the gate, and only a few palace men sent by the empress dowager to serve, and the father-in-law was still waiting in front of the emperor's sickbed.
When Murong Jie came, Mei Guifei had just waited for him to finish the medicine.
"Lady Concubine." Murong Jie looked at the haggard Princess Mei, "I haven't congratulated you yet."
"Thank you, Lord." Concubine Mei was delighted when she saw him, but her language was not expressed. The emperor was still asleep and could hear her, but she was happy.
"Can the concubine go out? The king and the emperor have something to say."
"Okay!" Concubine Mei looked back at Grandpa Lu. "Grandpa, let's go out."
Lu Gonggong glanced at the emperor a little uncomfortably, and the emperor's eyes were closed. If it was not for a little quick breathing, and there was an obvious wheeze in the throat, he made people think he was asleep.
"Your lord, the emperor's body is weak and needs rest, please don't talk too long." Lu Gong said softly.
"Well, go." Murong raised his hand.
Concubine Mei took Grandpa Lu and the two maidens out. The glass curtain fell and the voice was crisp and sweet, but it didn't make people feel cheerful.
Murong Jie walked over and stood in front of the bed.
The erythema on his face was obvious, the sides of his nose were especially red, and the bridge of his nose was black, like a color-changing butterfly stuck to his face.
After all, he opened his eyes, and his puffy eyelids did not diminish the sharpness of his vision. It seemed like two steel knives, wanting to scrape off the indifference on Murong Jie's face.
The wheeze in his throat was stronger, and he said, "I'm back?"
There seems to be phlegm in his throat, and his voice is ambiguous.
"Well!" Murong Jie said, with no expression on his face except coldness.
The emperor took a breath, and the trachea rang like a bellows. He tried hard to stop him from coughing, and his face grew red, and there was almost no white eyes around his eyes, all scarlet.
Finally he couldn't help it, he coughed, and this cough was so shocking that he could hardly stop.
He coughed so hard that he shook his quilt with his hands, his fingernails were embroidered on the quilt, and a broken red thread was hidden in his nails. If he didn't look closely, he thought he was stained with blood.
Murong Jie watched him coughing quietly in this way, uncomfortable and unmoved.
After returning from life and death, Zi An almost died in the hands of the King of Nanhuai. If he still remembered any brotherhood, he would be stupid.
The emperor spit out a bit of blood, he couldn't stand up, and the blood ran down from the corner of his mouth, and passed the cheek all the way to the silk embroidered pillow, giving off a smell.
After vomiting blood, he collapsed straight, gasping for breath and sweating on his forehead, as if returning from a life and death.
Murong Jie just sat down and took the towel beside the bed and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and cheeks for him.
"Go away, don't ask you to be hypocritical." The emperor growled, but the end was stuck in his throat, as if it was a cough to start again, he quickly suffocated.
Murong Jie pinched his chin and forcibly wiped the blood from his face. "The emperor is sick and he is a courtier, so he should be worried about the emperor."
"What do you want to say?" The emperor's eyes were horrified.
"The prince is still the regent. Since the emperor is seriously ill and cannot manage the dynasty, the prince should assume the responsibility of the regent and supervise the country. As now, the emperor has no ability to take care of himself. If the prince is present, the prince should take care of it."
In his last sentence, the ending lengthened, the indifferent smile evoked in the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were as if Gu Gu, there was no emotion.
The emperor raised his head vigorously, clenched his fists, the muscles on his face shuddered, and hatred burst out of his eyes. "You wolf ambition."
Murong Jie smiled and looked directly at him. "It was not there. You were forced to do so by you. Since the regent has the right to increase the taxation of the people without consulting the cabinet, it can be seen that the authority is the same as that of the emperor. The Emperor hopes that the Great Zhou Dynasty will be managed with care. "
"You ... Murong Jie, do you really think I can't help you?" The emperor coughed and held back, red and black.
"How come," Murong Jie stood up, took a step back, and bowed, "Waiting to wait, he will leave!"
A sentence waited, and it was directly declared war.
Murong Jie turned around and strode away.
Grandpa Lu hurried in and exclaimed, "Emperor, Emperor ... Come on, pass the doctor!"
Murong Jie walked out of the palace, and Princess Mei Gui stepped forward, "please stay, Lord."
Murong Jie stopped and turned to look at Mei Guifei.
"My lord," Concubine Mei lowered her voice and stepped forward. "The emperor is watching the days are running out. Can he let him go safely?"
Murong Jie raised his eyebrows, and could not understand the meaning of Mei Guifei.
Concubine Mei was a little embarrassed, "This, this palace has no other meaning, just to see him uncomfortable every day, I can't bear it."
Murong Jie's voice was cold, "Queen concubine, some words, still rotten in the stomach, are you in a hurry?" Mei Guifei was surprised, and suddenly understood that Murong Jie had misunderstood her meaning, and her eyes suddenly turned red, "Don't misunderstand, This palace is not what you think it is. This palace just feels that the empress and the empress are not willing to save the emperor. The medical doctor is helpless. Only after what you said, this palace has heard, he
After all, there is not much time left. Whatever you are going to do, just stop telling him and stop stimulating him. "
Murong Jie didn't expect that Concubine Mei would pity the emperor in this way. Among the many concubines with concubines, Concubine Mei was the most unfavorable, and it was really rare that she had no resentment in the harem days.
Murong Jie's tone eased a little, "You just supervise the prince's work, don't worry about everything else."
"This palace will be held, the lord is assured." Concubine Mei said quickly.
Zi An waited for more than an hour in the side hall, during which he drank a bowl of soup specially prepared by Aunt A She. After drinking it, the whole person became groggy and slept on the couch in the side hall for half an hour, waking up It's so energetic.
Aunt A She told her that this was a treasure medicine secretly collected by the Empress Dowager. After the pregnant woman drank, she would have no morning sickness, and she would be able to strengthen her body and have a better life in the future.
Zi An knew that in this era, the dystocia rate was very high, and she could lose her life at any time when she gave birth, so she asked Ashe Ashe very rarely, "Is there any more?"
"Greedy, it's gone." Aunt A She kept her face down, but still gave her a small white porcelain bottle. "You put this medicine well, it's very precious. The light medicine is thousands of years of ginseng. One can give birth. "
Zian quickly hid and thanked thousands of thanks. Just when Murong Jie came back, the two said goodbye to Ashe Ashe, and they left the palace in hand.