But when she saw her son and nephews, her slightly furrowed brow relaxed and a faint smile appeared on her face.
Wu Sansi was raising his cup and patting the Prince of Xiang's shoulder, laughing and whispering in his ear. The two then roared with laughter as they raised their cups and drank. The Crown Prince, Li Xian, was seated cross-legged next to Wu Chengsi, his face filled with concern as he inquired about his condition. The princes were gathered around the Prince Consort, Wu Youji, and Princess Taiping, chatting and laughing.
Wu Zetian liked this sort of scene. Although she knew that this harmony was largely due to her presence, it was also true that the relationship between the two sides had greatly improved. If she created more opportunities for them to interact, who said that they could not live in harmony?
Wu Zetian smiled as she thought of the leopard cat and parrot she had raised. Leopards and cats could not live in harmony, but the Wu and Li families could definitely live together.
Wan'er was also present. If Second Zhang could be said to be half a member of the Wu clan because of Wu Zetian, then Wan'er was the only outsider at this clan banquet. But of all the people present, who had accompanied Wu Zetian as long as she had? Her place in the emperor's heart was no less than that of these people who were related to the emperor by blood.
In front of Wan'er was a bowl of camel trotter soup that was as white as condensed milk and a plate of coin-nosed venison. It was accompanied by fresh elm powder, tender, mellow, and extremely delicious. Wan'er had always liked these two dishes, but for some reason, when she smelled the rich fragrance of the meat, she felt waves of nausea wash over her.
Wan'er gently rubbed her chest. Although she had pushed away the dishes, the smell of the aroma still made her nauseous. Wan'er swallowed a mouthful of sour water. She truly could not hold it back. Afraid that she would make a fool of herself by vomiting in the hall, she quickly got up and quietly walked over to Wu Zetian's side and whispered a few words into her ear.
Wu Zetian was gazing at her children and grandchildren, nodding and smiling. She did not take Wan'er's departure to heart. In her view, Wan'er had always been cautious and obedient, which was why she had left early. Today's banquet was the emperor's clan banquet, and the emperor was showing her favor by keeping her. If she really accompanied her until the end, she would not be the obedient Wan'er.
Wu Zetian smiled and nodded. Shanghai Wan'er then floated back behind the screen. She hurriedly walked out of the hall. The autumn wind blew, and Wan'er suddenly felt nauseous again. She quickly held onto a pillar and gasped for breath. Only then was she able to suppress the feeling of vomiting.
When Fu Qingqing heard that she was about to return from the banquet, she quickly took a few manuscripts and rushed to Wan 'er's residence. She was about to speak when she saw Wan' er frowning and her face pale. She couldn't help but ask, "Jiejie, what's wrong?"
Wan-Er waved her hand and said, "Give me a glass of water and call a royal doctor."
"Alright!"
Fu Qingqing hurriedly put down the manuscript and poured a cup for Wan'er. He then hurried out and ordered the palace maids to call for the imperial physician. Not long after, a handsome imperial physician, who looked to be in his early forties, hurried in with the palace maids. As soon as he entered the study, he bowed deeply to Shanghai Wan'er and said, "This lowly official is the Imperial Hospital's teaching assistant, Yang Yi. Greetings to Shangguan Wan'er."
In the Imperial Hospital, there were doctors, medical workers, doctors, pharmacists, doctors, and teaching assistants. Above them were the doctors, medical supervisors, medical officials, and imperial physicians. However, these people were mainly responsible for the management of the Imperial Hospital. Specifically, the ones responsible for prescribing and diagnosing illnesses were the doctors and teaching assistants.
Yang Yi was the teaching assistant of the Imperial Hospital. This teaching assistant was just 57 years old. Among the white-haired, silver-bearded imperial physicians, he could be said to be in the prime of his life. His family's medical skills were very good. If it wasn't for the fact that the person feeling unwell was the emperor's favorite, Shanghai Wan'er, there was no need for him to appear.
At this time, Wan'er's tumbling heart had calmed down. Seeing that the imperial physician had arrived, she said, "Teaching assistant Yang doesn't need to be so polite. Please sit!"
Yang Yi picked up a praying mat and sat down on the opposite side of the low table. Wan'er said, "Qie's spleen is not feeling well today. Just now, I suddenly smelled grease and almost vomited. May I trouble sir to take a look?"
Yang Yi bowed and said, "Please stretch out your wrist."
Wan'er stretched out her hand. Her green sleeves drooped down, revealing a slender wrist as white as jade. Yang Yi didn't dare to look at Wan'er. Without looking sideways, he stretched out a finger and placed it on Wan'er's wrist. He only used one finger to feel her pulse.
This was not because teaching assistant Yang intentionally showed off his superb medical skills in front of Wan'er. It was because he had been showing off for a long time that it became natural. Otherwise, why did he think that at such a young age, he was able to surpass many national doctors in the Imperial Hospital? Doctors couldn't compete with each other to determine the winner. The necessary packaging was still necessary.
Yang Yi placed a finger on Wan'er's pulse. After a moment, his expression changed.
Wan'er's eyes fluttered and happened to catch the shock in his eyes. Her heart was also tight. She thought that she had caught a cold in the autumn and hurt her spleen. Although she had called the imperial physician, she didn't care much. But when she saw the change in the imperial physician's expression, Wan'er couldn't help but be shocked: "Could it be that I really have a serious illness?"
Yang Yi frowned and quickly glanced at Wan'er. He didn't think that Wan'er was staring at him. When their eyes met, Yang Yi's body was obviously shocked and almost jumped up. Fu Qingqing, who was standing on the side, was shocked and quickly asked, "Imperial physician Yang, how is sister Wan'er's condition?"
Yang Yi hurriedly withdrew his gaze and said in a panic: "Oh, oh, oh, let me see again." Yang Yi put another finger on it, frowned and felt the pulse for a long time. Then he put another finger on it. After three fingers for a long time, he was about to use his whole hand to feel the pulse. Fu Qingqing couldn't help but say: "Hey! Imperial physician Yang, did you diagnose anything? "
Yang Yi's body suddenly trembled. It wasn't a big movement, but he had three fingers on Wan'er's wrist. This slight tremble couldn't be hidden from Wan'er. Yang Yi avoided Wan'er's sharp gaze and hurriedly replied: "Waiting for orders is just busy with official business, resulting in fatigue and weak spleen and stomach. As long as the qi and spleen are replenished and the stomach is stabilized, then it can be balanced. This official will go back now and personally get the medicine. After it is brewed, I will send it to Waiting for orders. "
After Yang Yi finished speaking, he hurriedly got up and bowed to Wan'er and Fu Qingqing. He picked up the medicine box and left. Wan'er looked at him coldly and saw him hurriedly walking out. When he reached the door, he stretched out his hand to pull it open. His fingers were trembling. Suddenly, his starry eyes focused and he shouted in a deep voice: "Stop!"
Yang Yi was shocked and turned around in a panic. He forced himself to bow and said: "Waiting for orders, what else do you need?"
Wan'er slowly stood up and walked in front of him step by step. Yang Yi lowered his head. There was a faint sweat on his forehead. At this time, Fu Qingqing also saw that something was wrong. She quickly caught up and stood beside Wan'er, staring at Yang Yi vigilantly.
Wan'er stared at Yang Yi and said in a cold voice: "Assistant Yang, although this is the palace, if I wanted to kill you, it would be like killing an ant. It wouldn't cause any waves. Do you believe me?"
The medicine box fell to the ground. Yang Yi knelt down and kowtowed like pounding garlic: "Waiting for orders to show mercy. Waiting for orders to spare my life. This official won't say anything. No, no, no … this official doesn't know anything. This official …"
A strange expression slowly appeared on Wan'er's face. She said word by word: "You speak! What … happened to me? "
…
Wu Zetian only drank two cups of fermented rice at the family banquet, and she was already a bit tipsy. As her body aged, her capacity for alcohol was getting lower and lower. But today's family banquet seemed to have made her very happy. When she returned to the Lovely Spring Terrace, there was still a faint smile on her face.
Zhang Yi Zhi saw that the Empress was in high spirits today and hurriedly said: "The Saint is happy today. Do you want to ask the people of the Feng Chen Institute to sing and dance for the Saint? They just rehearsed a new song and dance a few days ago."
"No need!"
Wu Zetian waved her hand with a smile. There was still a bit of red on her face from the wine, but her eyes had gradually become clear. This bit of wine could only make her feel a bit tired, but it could not disturb her mind.
Wu Zetian used a clear and powerful voice to say: "I am tired and want to sleep for a while. Send a decree to the Left Assistant Minister of Revenue, Qiu Lingzhi, Zheng Zhongbo, Chen Dong, Sun Yuxuan, the Censorate Hu Yuanli, Shi Yu, Wen Ao, Hou Zongyu, Chen Yanru, Wu Yizong of the Golden Guards, and Yang Fan of the Thousand Horsemen Camp to come to the Martial Accomplishment Palace tomorrow to see the Emperor! "
Hearing that the officials that Wu Zetian had summoned actually included the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of Works, the Imperial Censorate, and the commanders of the two Imperial Guards, both military and civil, and had no connection with each other at all, Zhang Yi Zhi couldn't help but be dazed. However, he did not dare to be negligent. Before Wu Zetian turned to look at him, he had already bowed and said: "Your subject obeys!"
Seeing Wu Zetian slowly enter the bedchambers with the help of the palace maids, Zhang Changzong immediately came over and said in a small voice: "Wulang, why do you think the Saint has summoned these people?"
Zhang Yi Zhi shook his head lightly. Zhang Changzong's eyes turned, and he said: "Even you and I did not know anything about this beforehand. This is too confidential, isn't it? Do you think Shangguan Waizhi will know? "
Zhang Yi Zhi had a thoughtful look, as if he had vaguely thought of something, but he didn't say it. He only shook his head again. Zhang Changzong said: "How about I go find Shangguan Waizhi and ask her? We have always been respectful to her. If she knows, she will give us face."
Zhang Yi Zhi's eyes moved a little, and he nodded and said: "Okay! You go, I will go find someone to pass on the Saint's oral order! "
…
The room of Wan 'er in Shangguan Wan' er was quiet. There was only a pot of blooming orchids on the windowsill, emitting a faint fragrance into the room. The window was half open, and a little bird with green feathers and a yellow beak flew in and stood on the windowsill. It turned its head and pecked the feathers under its wings, curiously poking its head into the room. The study was empty.
At this moment, Wan 'er had gone around to the elegant inner room that was partitioned by a screen. She sat on the couch in a daze, one hand stroking her abdomen. The expression on her face was not clear whether it was curiosity or surprise, fear or worry, but also a bit of trance and disbelief.
Fu Qingqing was like a headless fly bumping around the room. Occasionally, she would stop for a moment, and then immediately bite her little finger nervously. This was a small action when she was nervous.
Until her little finger was almost bald, Fu Qingqing resolutely said to Wan 'er: "Sister, this matter is too important. You must not trust Yang Yi and entrust your life and death to him. We have to kill him!"
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