Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

In the Jinluan Hall, a group of imperial doctors stood in front of the couch tremblingly. An old man wearing a fifth-grade imperial physician's official robe was diagnosing the pulse of the person on the couch with his eyes closed and frowning.

White smoke curls up from the Xianghe Tarui carved incense burner, and ambergris fills the hall. The person on the couch has a blue-white complexion, with a layer of blue-gray color covering his eyebrows, and his eyes are darkened, showing that he is sick.

After burning the incense, the old man opened his eyes, stood up and held up his hands, his eyebrows relaxed, and his voice was obviously relaxed: "Your Majesty has an old illness, but now it is just an old illness. It is not serious. Rong Chen will go back and study the good prescription. Your Majesty will take it on time." , he will be cured soon."

Li Fengcheng flicked the fly whisk, stepped forward with a smile and said, "Then I'll bother you with the doctor's order."

"My father-in-law broke the old minister, and the old minister resigned."

Doctor He lowered his eyebrows and bowed his hands before retiring.

"I retire..."

The rest of the people agreed and followed Dr. He's orders to retreat.

Suddenly the hall became empty. Li Fengcheng poured hot tea and put it on the table beside the couch. Emperor Yuan'an slowly opened his eyes. Before he opened his eyes, his face was pale and seemed to be sick. But when he opened his eyes, It was horrifying to see that his eyes were bloodshot and the corners of his eyes were bloodshot.

Li Fengcheng looked worried in his eyes: "Master Tai Sui must have a good rest, otherwise His Highness will not be found, and his body will collapse first."

"Still no news?"

Li Fengcheng did not dare to speak, but his expression had already answered for him. Emperor Yuan'an snorted heavily, followed by a violent cough that left his already pale face without even a trace of blood.

"Looking for... I have to find someone even if I turn Yuan Guo upside down! Cough cough cough..."

The emperor was furious, and everyone in the Jinluan Palace was in danger. Li Fengcheng knelt in front of the couch and begged: "Master Taisui, don't be angry. You need to rest for your illness."

A booklet was thrown on his head, knocking him upside down: "Go, go and find An Ruhe for me. Since he can't protect me, what else do I want from him!"

"Long live the Lord, please calm down. Long live the Lord, please calm down. I will go and call for help right now."

Li Fengcheng crawled out of the Jinluan Palace, and the sound of Emperor Yuan'an's cough echoed in the palace for a long time without dissipating.

After Li Fengcheng arrived at the An family, An Ruhe and everyone from the An family came forward to meet Li Fengcheng. Li Fengcheng expressed his intention to come. An Ruhe frowned, then told Mr. Qu a few words and hurried into the palace with Li Fengcheng.

As soon as he left, Mrs. Qu's tears fell, and Mrs. An's hair turned a lot whiter. She sighed and said, "Stop crying, what is supposed to come will come."

She shook her head, as if she had aged too much for a moment: "I don't know what happened to Yan Yatou and Chen'er's child. Are they cold and hungry... but they are still alive."

"Mother." Mrs. Qu raised her eyes and looked at her with red eyes: "My Yanyan must still be alive. There is no way Yanyan is dead. Although no one has been found yet, but no body has been seen, she must still be alive!"

Not to mention not seeing An Jinshu's body, even if he saw Qu, he would definitely think that it was because of his own eyesight, not that An Jinshu was dead.

Mrs. An would feel pain in her chest and difficulty breathing whenever she thought about her little granddaughter who once sweetly called her grandma under her knee and was now suffering outside without knowing whether she was alive or dead.

She thought of the peaceful days before, and it seemed that all of this happened after she adopted Gu Qingchen. Ever since he arrived at An's house, Yan Yatou had been in constant trouble.

This suspicion is like a closed door. As long as you don't push it open, you will be fine. Once you push it open a little, it will be difficult to control the darkness behind the door, and you will step into an abyss.

Mrs. An seemed to have a plan in her eyes. After saying a few words to Mr. Qu, she hurriedly left with her thoughts on her mind.

Looking at Mrs. An's hurried back, Qu felt something was wrong. Normally, she would have noticed the abnormality and prevented a tragedy from happening. Unfortunately, by the time she realized it, it was too late.

In the harem of the imperial city, in Princess Taiping's Lantai Palace, a little palace maid hurriedly walked through the gardens and exquisite corridors and entered the Lantai Palace through a side door.

Chengping was pacing back and forth in the hall. When someone came back, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "How is it? What should I say?"

The little palace maid looked around carefully to see if there was anyone else before she stepped forward and whispered: "The other party said that now is not the best time. Their people have lost the news and are investigating. Kyoto is short of manpower and cannot escort the princess out of the palace. Tell Princess to stay calm and wait for the news."

Hearing this, Cheng Ping swayed, with anger in his eyes: "Well, he is short of manpower, so I tried my best to kidnap him, but now he dares to fool me like this!"

The little palace maid was frightened by her voice. Chengping was also surprised to realize that the voice was a bit loud. He winked at the little palace maid. The little palace maid hurriedly retreated to the corner to stand with her, and soon someone came after hearing the sound. , was the old lady who followed Taiping to the Protectorate's Mansion that day.

Entering the hall, the old nun glanced around the hall with gleaming eyes before she opened her mouth and spoke: "The old slave was listening to Her Royal Highness the Princess shouting outside the hall, but what little blind little hooves has upset Her Highness the Princess?"

"Mommy, you heard me wrong." Chengping smiled and supported Zhu Chai on his head, and said angrily: "There are people from the Queen Mother both inside and outside the palace, who dares to annoy me."

The nun just smiled faintly, as if she didn't hear the sarcasm in her words: "My queen is also doing it for the good of your highness. Your highness has a beautiful face and a delicate body. She is even fresher than the hibiscus flowers in the imperial garden. If you call her not gentle, Don’t you feel sorry for the important people who have been injured? These people are all the sincerity of your Majesty to Your Highness. Your Highness is still young and does not understand the love of a mother. You will know when Your Highness becomes a mother."

Chengping gave her a cold look, disgusted that she was talking to him like this, and turned away with a flick of his sleeves: "Your Highness is tired and wants to rest for a while. Mom, please go out."

She asked people to step back, but they didn't move. She said displeasedly: "Why, even though I am the Queen's mother, I can still move her, right?"

"What did Her Highness Princess say? Her Highness the Princess is the master, and the old slave is the servant. The master must obey what he says. It's just that the old slave is worried that there are cockroaches in the palace, which will disturb the princess's dream."

A piece of green and white dress in the corner moved, and Chengping shouted angrily: "You are such a naughty slave, you didn't even listen to what I said, right? I told you to get out!"

"Princess, calm down." The old nanny leaned towards her and smiled slowly with an unknown smile: "I'm sorry, please leave."

Until the person disappeared at the entrance of the palace, which was closed tightly, Shengping angrily flipped over the blue and white porcelain vase on the treasure shelf. The porcelain vase made a loud noise in the palace that was clearly heard by the people in front of the door.

The smile on the old mama's face had long since disappeared. Remembering the green and white dress she had seen before, there was a sinister look in her eyes: "Let's go to the empress' place."

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The ambergris in the hall couldn't cover up the strong and bitter smell of the medicine. Emperor Yuan'an looked at the man kneeling in the hall with cold eyes and drank the medicine in his hand: "Doctor He has something to say to me."

"I deserve death for my crime!" Dr. He ordered him to prostrate himself on the ground with his hands prostrated: "I deceived the Holy One and yet I beg the Holy One to punish me."

Emperor Yuan'an put the medicine bowl on the table and walked slowly to him, then bent down to help him up. Looking at Doctor He Ling's frightened eyes, he smiled at him without any intention of blaming him.

"There's nothing wrong with loving you. I know my illness. What's wrong with loving you covering up for me? But what makes me sad is that in such a big hospital, Aiqing is the only one who can see my illness. Others are just like me." Wine sack and rice sack.”

"This minister is not talented and has not cultivated talents that can be used by Your Majesty."

"No." Emperor Yuan'an said with a heavy sigh. After a while, he looked at He Yiling with a serious face and solemn eyes: "How long do I have?"

Doctor He fell to his knees again with a plop: "Your Majesty is the True Dragon Emperor, and you will surely live a long life! You will be in good health with the world!"

After hearing this, Emperor Yuan'an closed his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air. In this way, he already had a solution in his heart.