I am Kangxi Bai Yueguang [Qing wear]

It has been raining for the past few days, but it is rare for the sky to be clear. After sweeping away the gloomy atmosphere, the people in the city came out to shout with their food.

Kangxi was riding a horse in the capital, and a few passers-by who were lazily walking in the middle heard the sound of horseshoes and hurried to the side.

There is an iron law in the capital that you can’t ride a horse, but some people who rode a horse arrogantly were punished, but at that time, few people dared to speak out to stop it.

If a dignitary is riding a horse, someone has to keep him.

Ordinary people might be killed on the spot if they blocked them in the street, so when they heard the sound of horseshoes, the crowd dispersed.

"Drive,? Drive!"

A group of people drove horses and returned to Beijing from the trouble, and the dust they brought up was swirling.

In the first year after Kangxi ascended the throne, he promulgated the law himself, prohibiting people from driving horses in trouble, and those who violated the law were severely punished and sent to exile for three thousand miles.

In the 36th year of Kangxi,? He personally broke this iron law.

Because of the same person.

Inside the Changchun Palace, the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of traditional Chinese medicine, spreading from the inside to the outside of the palace.

Su Yang, who was sick in bed, waited for the person she wanted to see.

With tears in her eyes, Jiaoyi held Su Yang's hand: "Er Niang, Er Niang..."

She cried out in a low voice, her eyes full of pleading: "Er Niang, you will be fine, right?"

For the past two days, the imperial physician has been holding ginseng in his hands.

No one knew that a simple infection of wind and cold would lead to such a situation. The imperial concubine's poor health quickly spread throughout the harem in these two days.

During the period, many concubines came to visit, and they were shocked. This noble concubine, who was sick in bed, had a face as white as paper. In just a few days, the slightly round face that had been raised for so many years had already lost weight. Almost skinny.

They were unbelievable, but the subject himself was extraordinarily free and easy.

Su Yang reached out and touched the top of her hair, even though it was almost a bit difficult, because after being sick, his body was weak and his limbs were weak, even the most relaxing touch was difficult.

She is only 36 this year, so it stands to reason that she can live for a long time.

It's a pity that people have misfortunes and blessings.

Su Yang used to be afraid that she would die if she died, so she tried her best to live hard to please the person she wanted to please.At the beginning, I was a little reluctant, even if I whitewashed myself, I always held that anger.

For many years later, without having to work so hard to survive, the manic depression calmed down.

In the past two days, she could feel that her body was rapidly deteriorating, but she didn't feel reconciled at all.

that is-

"No big deal."

Su Yang rolled his eyes and said softly, "Jiaojiao is Erniang's good child, don't cry, you won't be heroic if you cry."

"No, no." Jiaoyi clings to her lap and cries, "Er Niang, Er Niang, please spend more time with Jiao Jiao."

She cried until the snot bubbles came out.

Su Yang was a little helpless: "Xiaozhen, pull your sister over and take her out to relax."

She is a little sleepy and wants to sleep for a while.

After drinking the medicine that Ning Xia brought over, Duoyu flattened the pillow under her body. These two little cabbages with miserable faces and dark circles under their eyes looked like pandas. Su Yang was really helpless:

"Isn't this still dead, you all go and have a rest."

She waved the two of them back, turned over by herself, and closed her eyes facing the inside of the bed.

Typhoid cold, Wen Ci can not find other causes.

Several other imperial physicians were trembling and stayed up for several nights but still could not come up with a cure, so they could only hang their lives with ginseng.

Wen Ci's face darkened: "It can't go on like this."

His handsome face had been unshaven these days, and he hadn't had time to shave it off, making him look a little unspeakably sloppy, and all his colleagues in the Taiyuan Hospital who were with him were like this.

The imperial concubine is sick, and the root cause of the disease cannot be found.

Weird.

Wen Ci bored himself from medical skills for most of the night, and in the second half of the night, he came out of the bookstore barefoot and expressionless.

Traditional Chinese medicine pulse.

It can only be diagnosed that the concubine's typhoid fever is not cured, the blood in the body is not enough, and it will be deeper...

It should be something else.

Ning Xia is still here, Duo Yu has already gone to rest, no one has had a good rest in the past few days, and they all look tired.

He pushed open the door and walked in.

Su Yang tossed and turned, unable to sleep for a while, his body was tired, but his spirit was extremely active.

This is probably the first time she has faced death so directly, and she has to experience the feeling of life passing by little by little.

Wen Ci came over and sat on a very low stool next to him.

"Miss."

Su Yang turned over with difficulty, and asked hoarsely, "What's the matter?"

Wen Ci took a breath, and said softly: "I have read many medical books, but I didn't find out why you are in this situation."

"However, I have a guess in my mind, I don't know if it should be said or not."

"You said."

"My minister suspects..." Wen Ci lowered his voice, "My lady, your illness is a man-made disaster."

"There are very few such diseases that cannot be seen on the surface. Every disease, corresponding to human beings, is a case record, and there are very few records.

"This kind of mysterious and mysterious..."

Wenci didn't tell anyone about this matter, his colleague was only thinking about how to hang his life until the emperor came back, but the emperor had just set out for more than a month, and the news of the victory at the border had not yet spread to the palace, no one knew what was going on now, if No one can bear the responsibility of hastily sending a message to the past and delaying the fighter.

In more serious cases, the head will be beheaded.

So, we have to weigh it.

Wen Ci and Su Yang have known each other for so many years, and they have a little understanding of each other. He knows that the imperial concubine will not call the emperor back at this juncture, and it is not a child's play.

"Weichen... guess it's the art of witchcraft."

Su Yang looked at him slightly surprised: "Wen Ci, are you sure?"

Wen Ci pursed his lips: "Also... not very sure."

This is just his guess. Whether it is true or not depends on the follow-up treatment.

Su Yang said that he knew.

In fact, it was not the first time she had heard of witchcraft.

As early as ten years ago, she was almost slandered for using witchcraft to murder Empress Xiaozhao, and that time was the handle left by Ning Dong's mistake.

In fact, no one knows whether this witchcraft technique is effective or not.

Because as Wen Ci said, this is too mysterious.

A doll, will it really be a villain along with its own birth date?

Empress Xiaozhao did not die because of witchcraft.

Because in the harem, taking pictures of the sixth house and being very busy, Xiaozhao had high demands on himself, and worked hard to do things. He didn't die in the palace fight, but died of overwork and illness, a sudden death overnight.

Whether it has anything to do with the witchcraft doll or not, no one dares to say for sure.

"boom!"

Not long after Wenci left, the door of the Changchun Palace was kicked open, and the more exposed emperor strode forward, without taking a look at the chaos outside, he directly stepped through the door.

People outside the hall were shocked when they saw the emperor suddenly appear.

Shouldn't the emperor still be on the imperial conquest? Why did he come back? Who sent the letter?

Soon they will know.

It was Liang Jiugong, the big celebrity beside the emperor.

With a bitter face, Liang Jiugong followed behind the emperor.

Ning Xia said to the tired face: "Ning Xia, go and rest for a while, my father-in-law is here, and the emperor is back."

Ning Xia rubbed her eyes and nodded.

She swayed slightly, quickly stabilized herself, and went to the room where she lived.

In the hall, Su Yang looked at Kangxi in a daze.

When Kangxi came over, he hugged her tightly.

"Aren't you going to write back to me?!"

His tone was almost angry, if Liang Jiugong hadn't rushed to deliver the letter this time, if Su Yang really didn't survive, then he would be separated from Su Yang forever.

so far so good.

Kangxi's eyes are slightly black and blue.

He could barely control his strength, hugging Su Yang a little out of breath.

Su Yang struggled, and said in a low voice: "Your personal conquest is extremely dangerous. I said in the letter that I was ill. If it was a critical moment, wouldn't I be a sinner through the ages?"

After a series of words, she tried to refute, and excused herself for not writing to him.

Kangxi let go of her and leaned back. He looked at Su Yang who was much thinner, his brows and eyes were almost sunken.

More than a month ago, they were still in good health, and the two of them were still thinking about how long they would live in the future.

As a result, it has only been more than a month, and it seems that everything has changed.

"What did the doctor say?"

Su Yang wrote lightly: "I don't know who I am."

She panted, "If there is any accident..."

She didn't really want to say the latter sentence through her own mouth.

You don't have to worry about it, it's normal for people to die.

But she knew that once she said it, Kangxi would never let this group of people go so easily.

Including those in her palace.

Ning Xia, Duo Yu, Wen Ci, and other court ladies and eunuchs in her palace.

Beheading is the worst form of punishment.

"You have to get used to it," Su Yang smiled, and said slowly, "There will always be such a day."

Her face was extremely pale, and against the background of her frail body, she looked even more pitiful. She had lost a lot of weight, without damaging her appearance at all.

Kangxi said with a cold face: "Don't be joking with me, if you want me not to be angry and not to punish the people in your palace, then treat the illness honestly!"

"If there is something wrong with you."

His tone was almost hostile, and his tone was slow but cold: "I ordered everyone this time to have their heads beheaded to be buried with you."

Su Yang: "..."

She chose to sleep with her eyes closed.

After Kangxi confirmed that she was still alive and nothing happened, after she fell asleep, he tucked her under the quilt before getting up and going out.

He stopped Wen Ci with a serious face, and said: "What's the matter with the imperial concubine's body?"

"It's not about a little wind and cold, how come it's like this now?"

Hearing the words, he took a deep breath.

He was obviously a man in his thirties, yet he couldn't help but feel fear and apprehension when facing an emperor of the same age. An emperor who controls life and death is always awe-inspiring.

"A few days before your empress took a turn for the worse, her symptoms were indeed like a cold, but..."

Wen Ci's tone paused, "I drank all the medicine, but it didn't get better, but it got worse."

When it came to his mouth, he wondered if it was a voodoo technique, so he swallowed it back.

This is just a divergent thinking of his.

For a moment, he hesitated and didn't say anything.

But who the emperor is, he can think of what he can think of after hearing the words.

On the night when he returned to the palace, he ordered people to search the palace.

The matter of searching the palace is of great importance, and none of the former courtiers refuted or protested.

News from the palace spread that the days of the imperial concubine and empress are not good.

His body is weak and his face is haggard. If there is no accident, he may be the head of life these days.

Therefore, when the emperor proposed to congratulate the imperial concubine, no one objected when she was promoted to imperial concubine.

The author has something to say: Good night~