Female Official In the East Palace

Kangxi left Liang Jiugong alone, but he was reluctant to speak up, but he suffered from this hidden crime and felt aggrieved in his heart, so naturally he could not let Rong Xin easily.

After Rong Xin returned to the prince, Liang Jiugong appeared again when the two were about to try to restore the prince's painting.

The prince was puzzled, but Rong Xin knew it, and then when Liang Jiugong indicated that there was an order from the emperor, Rong Xin directly confirmed that "retribution" was coming...

this."

After Liang Jiugong finished speaking, he waved back, and the guard walked in with a ten-inch futon.

Liang Jiugong held the whisk and said with an official face: "Rong female officer, this is just made by the emperor ordered Xiu Niang, please keep it."

It's just hurting each other, it's not surprising.

The prince's eyes followed her movements, and he probably guessed the function of the futon, and gradually frowned.

Rong Xin took the decree and sent Liang Jiugong in person.

Liang Jiugong walked outside the courtyard gate, changed the direction of the whisk in his hand, put it on one arm of the collar, faced Rong Xin, and said with a bitter face: "Miss Rong, has our family offended you? ?"

"Naturally not." Rong Xin asked innocently, "Why did Director Liang say that?"

"Since you have never offended the female official, why do you want to harm our family?" Liang Jiugong was a little hunched, and his shoulders were slumped at this time, looking weak.

Seeing him like this, Rong Xin couldn't help feeling a little guilty, so he looked serious and apologized: "Mr. Liang, I have no intention of implicated in you, if there is a way to make up for it, you can tell me. "

Liang Jiugong sighed and shook his head: "It is said that the emperor believes in me, and I am afraid that others will not be able to ask for it, but..."

"Mr. Liang, please speak."

Liang Jiugong said: "Now you and I have reached the top in the palace, and there is no way to enter, why not spend the rest of my life smoothly? I have known each other for many years.

"Thank you, Director Liang for the reminder." Rong Xin understood, but she really couldn't bear the anger of Nemin and the prince, not even the slightest.

Liang Jiugong can only say this, and it is inconvenient to say more about the rest, so he said goodbye to Rong Xin and left.

Rong Xin returned to the Prince's study, but the futon had disappeared.

"Your Highness, where's the futon?"

The prince said in a flat tone: "My aunt is old and should not suffer this crime. I have ordered people to put it away, you don't have to obey."

"Your Highness?" Rong Xin was surprised, "You don't need to do this, there are countermeasures, I will not force myself."

The prince's face did not turn clear, but said: "Auntie does everything for Yinren during the day, Yinren can't see you suffer, if Huang Ama blames, Yinren will agree. bear it.”

"It's not like you think." Rong Xin wanted to explain to him, but it was really not very sunny for her to do that, and after skipping this paragraph, the explanation seemed a little weak.

The prince agreed, but his face was still a little gloomy, but he lowered his head and concentrated on the restoration of the painting, no longer talking about it, Rong Xin then did not open his mouth.

In the evening, the prince had no appetite, so Rong Xin and Dongzhu accompanied him, and he went back to the study to continue the unfinished things without eating much.

It was not yet time for Dongzhu to rest, so Rong Xin took her to stay in the Prince's study. In Xu Shizhong, Rong Xin said to the father and daughter, "It's time to go to bed."

The prince said that he would be busy for a while, without raising his head, he was still in the process of restoring the painting.

Seeing this, Rong Xin said, "When Gege falls asleep, I will come and accompany His Highness to do it together."

"Auntie should rest early, so you don't have to accompany me."

Rong Xin still insisted, but the prince couldn't, so he had to give up: "Acquiring exquisite restoration skills is not a day's work, I will stop today, and if I am busy tomorrow, I will go to rest."

However, after the prince lay on the bed, he did not sleep for a long time.

Too many things happened today, the prince was constantly busy during the day, until late at night, when the surroundings were quiet, he was finally able to take off his calmness and calmness, and show his emotions in the dark night .

The scenes from his childhood to adolescence flashed in his mind like a lantern, frame by frame…

It was the best time in the prince's life, except that he didn't have a mother, he had the best of everything in the world.

When he was young, he went from complacent to depression and confusion, and the prince and his most beloved emperor, Ama, began to drift away...

The prince was not as heartbroken as he was in the daytime, but his chest was heavy, as if there was something heavy on his heart, and he had to work hard to even breathe.

In the evening of early autumn, the temperature was far from the daytime. The crown prince was covered with a thick quilt, but he was still cold for a while, even if he wrapped the quilt tightly, it still did not relieve.

"Here..."

"Here..."

The prince called twice, but he didn't know that he didn't make a sound at all. He just felt too cold to bear, so he lifted the quilt, his arms propped up his body that seemed to be heavy, and his legs were a little bit rubbed against the edge of the bed.

The prince's body fell heavily, making a loud noise, which suddenly woke up the **** who was vigilant outside. He immediately got up and rushed to the prince's bedroom to check.

"His Royal Highness?" When the **** approached, he found that the prince was flushed and sweating profusely, and immediately panicked, "His Royal Highness! What's wrong with you?"

The prince had already passed out, so naturally there was no response.

The **** hurriedly approached to check, and when he touched the prince's hand, he felt hot, but the prince was still shaking.

He didn't even need to touch the prince's forehead, he quickly lifted the prince's legs onto the bed, covered the quilt, and hurried out, knocking on the door of a room on the left .

"Female officer! Female officer! His Royal Highness is hot!"

Rong Xin woke up from her sleep, and even before she was fully awake, she shouted to the outside: "I'll go right now, call the imperial doctor quickly, and don't make any noise to Gege."

"Yes, lady."

Rong Xin's brain was still running slowly, but her body responded at the fastest speed, dressed properly, and quickly entered the prince's bedroom.

The prince's body was curled up under the quilt, and "cold" was murmured in his mouth.

Rong Xin sat beside the bed, tucked the quilt for him, then pulled out his hand, put his fingers on the prince's wrist, and took the pulse carefully.

Qianhang walked in with the quilt, and gently covered the prince's body with his hands and feet, then squatted on the head of the bed and gently wiped the sweat on the prince's forehead and neck.

When the communication was withdrawn, Qianhang immediately asked: "Female officer, how is your Highness?"

"It shouldn't be malaria." Rong Xin's voice was steady and convincing, and then he lifted the quilt on the prince's body and said, "I just felt that the prince's bedclothes were all soaked, and I asked someone to give it to the prince. Change it, Your Highness."

Qianhang nodded and went out to call someone.

While the palace attendant was changing clothes for the prince, the imperial physician came outside the door, and everyone waited for a while before the imperial physician entered to diagnose the prince's pulse.

The imperial doctor came to the diagnosis faster than Rong Xin, but it was caused by the accumulation of depression in the heart, and some other diseases caused high fever, but it was not malaria.

Rong Xin's expression was always calm, and she seemed to have already understood it, so that the rest of the palace attendants gradually let go of their worries and moved in an orderly manner without any instructions.

Only Qianshuang, after hearing the four words "accumulated in the heart" said by the imperial doctor, his eyes were full of bitterness, "Female official, the goddess was..."

Rong Xin interrupted her immediately: "Let's just take good care of His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness is just tired, take a good rest and you will recover."

Rong Xin knew Qian Xiang's worries, but the prince is not Nemin, Nemin is very strong and hardworking, the prince's heart will only become stronger, he will not follow the old path of Nemin.

Qianhang is naturally reluctant to think about that place. At this time, if he gets Rong Xin's words, it is like finding the backbone again, busy in the bedroom for the prince.

The imperial physician lived in the palace and could come over at any time, so Rong Xin did not keep him, but sent him out.

After that, Rong Xin and Qianhang stayed by the prince's side, checking the prince's temperature every half an hour. Throughout the night, the prince's fever fluctuated. But it never came down completely.

The next day, Liang Jiugong reappeared in the prince's yard to visit the prince's condition instead of Kangxi.

Rong Xin saw Liang Jiugong tidying up her appearance before, and found the blue and black eyes and tiredness on her face, but she did not try to hide it, but deliberately showed haggard.

"Officer Rong." Liang Jiugong looked away from Rong Xin's face and greeted, "Has His Royal Highness's illness improved?"

Rong Xin deliberately let out a long sigh, frowning and said: "The high fever still persists, I will force the prince to drink medicine according to the doctor's instructions later, and then observe whether it will improve. "

"How come you are so sick all of a sudden?" Liang Jiugong was very worried.

Rong Xin did not answer, but asked lightly: "Does the emperor not know the pulse of the imperial physician? He taught you to ask me?"

"Uh..." Liang Jiugong was speechless.

Of course Rong Xin was not targeting Liang Jiugong. It was meaningless to embarrass him, so he changed his words: "As long as it is not malaria, it is a blessing in misfortune. We will take good care of His Royal Highness the Prince."

Liang Jiugong politely said: "Yes, the female official said it very well, our family will go back and report to the emperor."

"Excuse Mr. Liang to take this trip." Seeing that he was about to leave, Rong Xin lifted his foot and asked, "Does the eldest grandson know that His Royal Highness is ill?"

Liang Jiugong nodded, "The emperor has ordered someone to inform the emperor's eldest grandson, the emperor's eldest grandson was extremely worried, and just wanted to come back with me, but the emperor was also a little uncomfortable, so he stumbled."

Rong Xin heard the words and asked, "What happened to the emperor?"

"The emperor heard about the condition of His Royal Highness the Prince last night. He didn't sleep well at night and had a headache."

Oh.

Rong Xin didn't feel anything, and even wanted to say that if he knew why he was in the first place, anyway, he was really ill, and the prince couldn't see it, so it wouldn't help.

Seeing her undisguised perfunctory attitude, Liang Jiugong paused, and said, "Our family has to go back to return to life. If His Royal Highness Prince Edward improves, please let the female official send someone to let me know."

Rong Xin responded, "General Manager Liang walk slowly." He didn't care about Kangxi's body.