The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Hibiscus tent (49)

It's finally winter time.

The capital is to the north, and there have been several heavy snowfalls, and when you step out of the room, you feel cold to the bone.

A few more stoves were added to Fengqi Palace, and the windows were closed. The whole palace seemed to be locked in a deep palace compound and isolated from the world.

Neither can feel the severe cold outside the house, but also can't feel the slightest vitality of all things.

Under the order of the young emperor, this most beautiful palace in the inner palace rejected all outside visitors, except for the palace people who came in and out from the side door every day, there was no unnecessary noise.

Qiulan pushed open the door of the palace and took a bowl of soup from the palace man on duty outside the door.

It was clearly the season of deep winter, but the decoction seemed to have just been simmered, steaming and mist.

Qiulan had already changed into the thinnest palace dress, but she was still hot and sweaty.

She trotted to Shu Le with a medicine bowl in her hand, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, it's time to take your medicine."

Shu Le threw away the notebook in his hand, pointed to the small desk in front of him, and raised his jaw: "Put it there."

Qiu Lan was very resolute: "Go back to your mother, Your Majesty has already ordered that every time you take the medicine, you must let the slaves watch you drink it in person, and don't leave anything behind."

Shu Le: "..."

Shu Le felt that he could hardly hold on anymore.

Since the beginning of winter, his body has been weakened day by day.

The antidotes formulated by the Tai Hospital according to the prescriptions in ancient books were delivered one by one on a regular basis every day, but they did not see a good result, and half of their lives were hanging all day long.

The most important thing is that it is said that it is for the sake of his body.

Those hideous imperial doctors impassionedly stated to Zhou Sui that having intercourse can easily lead to insufficient kidney qi, especially if there is a lot of diarrhea, both essence and blood will be lost, which is even more unfavorable to the body.

In the end, no matter how much Shu Le stimulated him, Zhou Sui still stopped the good life piling machine service he unilaterally paid for.

As long as he thinks about it, Shu Le feels that life is extremely dark.

Looking around, there is no ray of dawn in a dry and withered land.

Not only can't see the dawn, but I have to drink the medicine that I know it's useless but I have to take it every day.

Shu Le let out a long sigh, and looked at Qiu Lan who was standing beside her, holding a bowl of soup and medicine.

...Damn it, have you lived without a surname for too long?

Looking at Sister Qiulan, she felt that her features were beautiful.

Shu Le shuddered in fright.

Qiulan was also taken aback, and hurriedly put the medicine bowl on the table, and asked Shu Le with a panicked expression: "Empress, but you still feel cold? Is this servant going to repair two hand stoves for you?"

Shule shook his head.

He felt like an old hen incubating eggs. At this temperature, he was about to give birth soon.

Shu Le yawned, looked up at Qiulan, and asked, "Are you hot?"

Qiulan was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said: "Go back to your mother, slaves are not hot."

Shu Le sighed, and casually grabbed a silk handkerchief from the beauty's couch and threw it to her: "Take it to wipe off your sweat, there is no need to bring the stove again."

Anyway, it's useless to bring it.

Qiulan looked at Shu Le cautiously, saw that although his complexion was still as pale as paper, but he was no longer trembling, she whispered: "Your Majesty, you are in better shape now, you should drink the medicine quickly."

Shu Le was silent for a moment, and finally gave Qiulan a face, took the medicine bowl and drank it down.

It's a pity that Shu Le is willing to give Qiulan face, but Wei is obviously not willing to give Shu Le face.

The medicine that had just been swallowed didn't last half a cup of tea, and it was spit out again intact.

What it looked like when it entered, and what it looked like when it came out.

Shu Le: "..."

Very embarrassing.

I don't know if it irritated my throat when I spit it out, Shu Le coughed for a while before slowly calming down, he waved his hand, and said to Qiu Lan: "Forget it, let's stop the medicine for today. "

Qiu Lan hesitated a bit, and after the palace staff cleaned the hall again, she bowed to Shu Le: "Then, please, Madam, I will go and ask Your Majesty for instructions."

Shu Le waved his hand habitually, and Qiu Lan went immediately.

This antidote has been used for more than a month, and it is excruciatingly painful. At first, Shu Le could barely swallow it, but then he vomited more and more.

And anyone with a discerning eye can see that Shu Le's body is already in decline.

It was noon when Zhou Sui put down the memorial in his hand and drove to Fengqi Palace from the imperial study.

Recently, there has been another war in the Southwest, and the barbarians have seen from somewhere that Shu Le is ill and is very restless, and they have the intention of making a comeback.

The two armies were stationed on the demarcation line, rubbing against each other frequently, and there were several battle reports sent back from Guang Wenrong from South Sichuan City.

Fortunately, it was all good news.

At noon after the heavy snow had stopped, it was hard to get some sun. When approaching Fengqi Palace, Zhou Sui looked out——

Compared with the open halls of other halls in the harem, Fengqi Palace is extraordinarily quiet.

Even the palace man on duty at the gate seldom spoke, with his head down, looking trembling.

I don't know if it was because Zhou Sui often came to Fengqi Palace, but when there was a rumor in the palace that the emperor loved the queen very much.

Once passed on from ten to a hundred, after half a month, it became the empress empress doting concubine concubine, favoring the harem.

These words, coupled with Shu Le's very beautiful face, became extremely popular in the palace for a while, from the personal maid to the eunuch who sweeps the floor, everyone knows it.

Because of this, the palace people in Fengqi Palace trembled even more.

Seeing Zhou Sui get off the dragon, the palace people knelt down to pay their respects.

Zhou Sui frowned and said, "Where's the queen?"

Qiulan and Fuquan followed Zhou Sui. Hearing this, she took a step forward and bowed: "Your Majesty, the empress should have just fallen asleep. Do you want to go in and have a look?"

As he said that, he was about to push the main entrance of the main hall.

Zhou Sui signaled Fuquan to stop her, shook his head and said, "It's cold and windy today, just open the side door."

The side entrance is narrower than the main entrance, so the natural cold wind blows in less.

As soon as you enter the main hall, you will be greeted by a very light medicinal smell.

The servants in the inner palace trotted over lightly, and gave Zhou Sui a salute: "Your Majesty, the Empress just fell asleep."

Zhou Sui hesitated for a moment, then gently lifted the curtain of the inner hall and walked in.

Shu Le really fell asleep.

You can't fight wars, you can't make love, you can't play with girls, you can't play with men.

There is no other meaning except to sleep.

Zhou Sui sat down beside Shule's bed.

The person on the bed closed his eyes, looking very quiet.

I don't know if it was because he was afraid of the cold, so he shrank himself under the thick brocade quilt, not even showing a single finger.

And this brocade quilt is too heavy for ordinary people.

Zhou Sui frowned, stretched out his hand to caress Shu Le's side face, then brushed across the brow bone and across the forehead.

Finally, it stayed on those bloodless lips.

Those lips were also cold.

If it weren't for the slightly heaving chest and the heat on his forehead, Zhou Sui would have thought—

Suddenly, Zhou Sui suddenly remembered Shu Le's rude appearance when he contradicted him.

"Your Majesty, I think... this is not good."

"Your Majesty, I feel that something is wrong."

"Your Majesty, I think we have to do this..."

"Your Majesty, I have done what you asked me to do."

"You let the minister go."

Zhou Sui suddenly came back to his senses, subconsciously looked at the Feng couch, Shu Le was still sleeping peacefully.

Due to wearing a mask for a long time, the skin on Shu Le's face appeared more delicate and fairer than that of the hand that often held the tasseled spear. At this time, due to the illness, some light blue blood vessels appeared.

The earth dragon in the palace has been heated three times, and six additional hand stoves have been added. The whole palace is like a huge steamer, which makes normal people feel hot even when they breathe.

Zhou Sui rubbed the center of his brows, and reached out to help Shu Le tuck the corners of the quilt.

He stood up, hesitated for a long time, lowered his head slightly, and kissed Shu Le's forehead.

The palace people were still waiting in the outer hall in fear, and when they saw Zhou Sui coming out, they hurriedly knelt down to worship.

Zhou Sui closed the door of the inner hall, lowered his face, and asked Qiu Lan: "Tell me truthfully, there is more than a month left, is the queen's situation good or not?"

Qiulan was so frightened that she knelt on the ground, stumbled and said: "Your Majesty has learned! The maidservant of the empress delivered the medicine on time! Watching the empress drink it, I have never been slow!"

Zhou Sui couldn't tolerate others changing the subject with him, and said angrily, "What I'm asking! Is Shu Le getting better!?"

Qiulan was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground, she saluted Zhou Sui in horror, hesitated for a long time, and said, "Your Majesty! I don't know about slaves either..."

Qiulan took a deep breath, fell on the ground tremblingly and said: "Your Majesty, you also know that the empress is strong-tempered, and she doesn't like to invite the imperial doctor to the palace. The servants are not willing to disobey the empress's wishes, so..."

"So it's been more than a month, except for the imperial doctor who I told you when I came, I haven't called anyone, right?"

Zhou Sui's complexion was already very ugly, he smiled coldly, "Come here, the people of Fengqi Palace are not good at serving the queen, let me drag you down, and ask to beheaded immediately!"

There was a burst of crying in the hall, but Fuquan stood aside for a moment, knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, after all, they are people in the empress's palace. If you handle it on behalf of the empress, I'm afraid something will be wrong."

Seeing Zhou Sui's hesitation, Fuquan said again, "Your Majesty is not in good health, and she has a temperament of sympathy and sympathy. You might as well do good deeds for your Majesty, so as to spare them the death penalty!"

Seeing this, the palace people on duty in the palace begged for mercy one after another.

Zhou Sui was silent for a moment, then took a step back: "Forget it, I'll deal with you when the Queen gets up."

Fuquan and the few palace servants who had recovered their lives stood up again, Zhou Sui said to Fuquan, "Go to the imperial hospital and invite the chief physician."

Fuquan bowed and agreed.

Zhou Sui thought about it again: "Invite Imperial Physician Jiang over here together."

Fuquan was taken aback when he heard the words, subconsciously raised his head to look at Zhou Sui, saw his complexion was ice-cold, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will invite you right away."

It was the time when the Imperial Hospital was on duty, and the two imperial doctors came very quickly.

Imperial Physician Wang, who is in charge of the Imperial Hospital, walked in front, and Imperial Physician Jiang followed.

Both of them walked up to Zhou Sui and bowed down.

Zhou Sui excused the ceremony from the two, and asked the two imperial physicians to enter the inner hall together.

Shu Le was still asleep.

Zhou Sui personally lifted the gauze curtain of the phoenix couch, touched Shu Le's hand from the brocade quilt, and carefully pulled it out.

Turning around, he said to Doctor Wang: "The queen vomited out all the soup and medicine today, and then went to bed. Come and see how he is doing in the past few days."

Physician Wang has served the emperor in the palace for nearly [-] years, and once met Shu Wanyi when she was a child at a banquet.

Naturally, when he consulted Shu Le for the first time, he knew that the queen of the dynasty was not the one on the list of His Majesty at all.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bowed to Zhou Sui, and then touched Shu Le's wrist through the gauze curtain.

If it wasn't for the fact that the pulse condition showed that it was a boy, Shu Le's pulse condition would have been weaker than a woman's after only a few times since the last consultation.

The cold sweat broke out on the top of Doctor Wang's head immediately.

The author has something to say: Zhou Sui: I always feel that... I am heading towards death step by step.

Lele: Hee hee hee.

Wen Rong: I also think, I love my brother, brother.