funbook-pk Chapter 656 How can I rest in peace?
Chapter 656 How can I rest in peace?
An Lingrong thought about it, and the little note disappeared without a trace.
As she expected, the pills the emperor took must have serious problems.
When he heard that the emperor was a prince, he became very interested in alchemy.
The fact that Wei Lin was able to detect poison in the emperor's body meant that this poison had probably not been quietly accumulating in the past two years.
The emperor is so obsessed with alchemy, but An Lingrong has served him for many years, but has never had the honor of seeing the so-called "immortal pills" made by those Taoists.
The Imperial Observatory kept the matter under wraps even more tightly.
An Lingrong looked at her sleeping son and gently stroked her fingers.
In his previous life, the emperor died at the hands of Ye Lan'yi and Zhen Huan. Without their conspiracy in this life, he should be able to live a few more years until Hongzhan can stand on his own, right?
If the emperor starts pursuing the illusory longevity, she will definitely not end well if she dares to reveal the slightest flaw.
An Lingrong came out of the side hall again, a look of worry on her face.
"Bao Ge, tell this palace to ask Consort Hua, Consort Jing, Consort Lan, and Consort Rou to take turns attending to the patient."
"Yes, slave, I'll do it now."
An Lingrong looked in the direction of Louyue Kaiyun. Her mother was too kind to her, which was why she had such a miserable ending in the first half of her life.
The fighting in the harem is even worse than that in the county magistrate's house. She absolutely cannot feel sorry for the emperor, and she must not let herself be involved in it.
By the time she returned to the main hall, there was no longer any ripple in her heart.
An Lingrong stayed in the emperor's bedroom during the day and slept on the imperial concubine's couch nearby at night.
In the middle of the night, she felt someone touching her face. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw a bright yellow color in front of her.
"Your Majesty, are you awake?"
"Well, I woke up feeling refreshed."
The emperor helped An Lingrong up and touched the dark circles under her eyes with emotion.
"Rong'er, thank you for your hard work. Are the three Hongzhan brothers feeling unwell?"
"Your Majesty, both Hongxia and Hongyao are fine. Only Hongzhan had a low-grade fever in the middle of the night. Imperial Physician Wei has been taking care of him day and night, and he is now better."
The emperor's warm big hand touched An Lingrong's face. She endured the discomfort and did not turn her head away.
The emperor looks different tonight. Could it be that his high fever has not subsided?
An Lingrong gently held the emperor's restless palm. "Your Majesty, you have slept all day. I'm sure you must be hungry. I will send someone to bring you food."
"Okay, I'll go out with you."
The emperor took her out, and An Lingrong was so anxious that she immediately winked at Su Peisheng, asking him to bring her outer robe.
"Your Majesty, it's still raining outside and it's a bit chilly. Would you please put on some clothes?"
"Okay, I'll do whatever you want."
The emperor responded gently.
Su Peisheng widened his eyes when he heard his master's reply. The last person who was treated so gently by his master was Queen Chunyuan.
She is worthy of being the Imperial Concubine he values. She is really capable.
The emperor looked at An Lingrong who was helping to serve the dishes, and put the light dishes into his mouth one by one with a smile.
A rainstorm made him dream about his first meeting with Rouze. When he regained consciousness, he saw Rong'er feeding him medicine.
She also patiently coaxed herself like a little baby and sang lullabies.
Ever since Rouze passed away, he hasn't met such a gentle woman for many years.
The emperor thought silently. He heard Rouze's voice in Rong'er's singing. Does it mean that Rouze is also satisfied with the person who is taking care of her?
The emperor was eating while looking at An Lingrong and smiling, which was very puzzling.
An Lingrong knew very well that Wei Lin's action of slipping the note was very covert, and there were no secret guards monitoring Hongzhan's bedroom.
The emperor's smile is so creepy, could it be that his brain is burned out?
When she thought of this, she couldn't sit still anymore.
"Steward Su, the emperor has woken up. Please quickly ask Li Songling to come and take his pulse."
"My lady, I will do it right away."
Su Peisheng agreed with a smile.
The Imperial Noble Consort really cares about her master. She was worried about his health before the meal was even finished.
The emperor was very touched by her thoughtfulness. He curled his lips stiffly and personally served An Lingrong a bowl of white porridge.
"Rong'er, you take care of me from morning to night, so you should use some too."
"Thank you very much for your grace, Your Majesty."
An Lingrong felt that the emperor's behavior was even more abnormal.
Looking at the pile of food in the bowl, she couldn't eat anything.
In any case, it is more important to take the pulse first.
Li Songling did not have the chance to check the emperor's pulse earlier, so he took the initiative to request to stay in the Qinzheng Hall.
As soon as Su Peisheng sent someone to tell him, he rushed over with his medicine box.
"Your humble servant pays respects to His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Imperial Concubine."
"Be flat."
The emperor put down the teacup he was holding and extended his hand.
He was indeed a little groggy when he woke up, but thinking about the busy affairs of the previous dynasty, he took a pill that was offered as tribute.
After resting in bed for a short time, I regained my spirits.
Since Rong'er cares about him, it would be okay to let Li Songling take his pulse.
Li Songling, who was concentrating on feeling the movement under her fingertips, had no idea what the emperor was thinking.
He counted silently in his heart, the emperor's pulse was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, this...
Everything in the world is about balance, and the same goes for the pulse. It is not good to be too strong or too weak.
Li Songling spoke carefully before the emperor became impatient.
"Your Majesty, your pulse indicates that you are overworked and need to rest."
"Okay, I understand."
The emperor replied with a straight face, but he felt somewhat disapproving in his heart.
He rested for the whole day, and there were countless documents piled up on his desk. How could he rest any longer?
The night is as dark as ink and the rain outside has not stopped yet.
After drinking a cup of tea, the emperor lost all desire to sleep.
He said as he stood up.
"Rong'er, I'm going to go check out the memorials. You can take a rest first."
When An Lingrong saw him striding out, she knew that the emperor was planning to be busy until dawn, so she hurried to follow him.
"Your Majesty, I will help you grind the ink."
Li Songling just said bluntly that the emperor had injured his body due to overwork.
An Lingrong sighed silently. The emperor must be very weak after taking the elixir.
For the sake of Hongzhan who was resting in the side hall, she also had to persuade the emperor to recuperate for a few days.
The emperor was bent over his desk reviewing memorials, while An Lingrong was quietly grinding ink beside him, occasionally flipping through the travel notes in her hand.
In the silent hall, there was no other sound except the sound of her turning pages.
The candlelight flickered as the two of them were doing their own things.
After being busy for half an hour, the emperor looked up and saw the woman holding a scroll in her hand nodding from time to time. She was obviously very sleepy.
The emperor came closer, took the book from her hand, and called softly.
"Rong'er..."
He called out several times but got no response.