Chapter 126
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The air was humid and heavy, making it hard for people to breathe, as if they were in a steamer. The little eunuch Lian Song, who was guarding outside Funing Palace, was just about to quietly loosen his collar and take a breath when he heard Head Steward Zhao cough softly beside him. He immediately retracted his hand and continued to stand there respectfully, like a loyal and lifeless stone statue.
This was one of the highest places in the entire Imperial Palace. Following Song Chuishun's gaze, one could see many overlapping and complicated palaces. Those usually dazzling golden glazed roof tiles, under the dark clouds that were so heavy that they were almost black, appeared lifeless.
He was silently in a daze.
Huh? He had lived in the imperial city for fourteen years and had never seen such abnormal weather in spring. However, whether it was the dark clouds above or the faint thunder in the sky, they all indicated that a storm was coming.
This year was truly a demonic year. He only heard about Imperial Concubine Qi's maternal family during lunch. The Fourth Young Miss of the Qi family, Qi Zaoyu, who often came to the palace, had recently been pestered by a wolf demon. Thinking about it made people tremble.
Should he learn from the other seniors and go to the Buddhist temple to ask for a peace talisman to keep him safe? If he really had to go, should he go to Wanfo Temple or Da Xiangguo Temple? Da Xiangguo Temple. Imperial Concubine Qi had made a name for herself in Wanfo Temple, but she had fallen in only four months. It could be seen that Wanfo Temple was not that effective.
However, he vaguely heard that the Third Prince had once paid his respects in Da Xiangguo Temple and asked for a lot. Now, he had fallen to the fate of being imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice's prison. It could be seen that Da Xiangguo Temple was just fishing for fame. He had secretly asked his master why the Third Prince had done such a foolish thing when he was already the eldest son of the emperor.
His master looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot and said, "Although the Third Prince is the eldest son of the emperor, His Majesty has never appointed him as the crown prince. What does this mean? It means that His Majesty is not too satisfied with him. " As the other princes became adults one after another, the Third Prince naturally could not remain calm and could only make a risky move. As for ending up like this, that was his fate. Lian Song, oh Lian Song, your brain is only as big as an almond. How can you understand the matters in the palace? In the future, don't think about it anymore, and don't ask random questions. Only by doing your job well will you be able to keep your almond sized brain.
He nodded and felt that his master was right.
After he finished his recollection, he sighed softly in his heart. Originally, he could take a break every ten days, but because the frequency of His Majesty's old illness relapsing was increasing, he had already been on duty for many days in a row. Everyone was busy and worried. He really did not know when the next break would be. So tired, so tired.
Just as he was imagining things in his head, suddenly —
"All of you, die!"
A loud roar came from within Fu Ning Palace Hall, followed by a series of rapid breathing. Manager Zhao hurriedly called out in a low voice, "Quick, quick!" and led the group of palace maids and eunuchs into the hall to serve.
Some handed out warm handkerchiefs, some wiped his body, and some changed his clothes. In short, they were all very busy. Everyone was very familiar with their own tasks because in recent days, the Emperor had already lost count of how many nightmares he had had in the past few days.
Lian Song deftly helped the Emperor change his clothes. Then, he heard a familiar voice and a familiar fragrance walk in.
"Your Majesty, did you have nightmares again?" His voice was full of worry.
It was Consort Qi.
She was dressed in a red palace dress, gorgeous and beautiful. She held a bowl of boiling medicine and sat in front of the dragon bed. She scooped up a spoonful and blew on it. Then, she personally drank a mouthful in front of His Majesty and carefully fed it to His Majesty. "This medicine has just been brewed. I personally watched over it. The medicine is at its best right now. I will serve you."
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