Chasing Husband Diary

The imperial doctor knelt in front of him and remained silent for a long time, with a troubled expression on his face, he remained silent for a long time.

Mo Che lowered his face, his expression was displeased, and there was a hint of irritability between his brows, and he asked sharply, "What's wrong with him?"

The imperial doctor hesitated and gave him an answer, "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. This young master is fine. He just suffered some traumatic injuries, which are not serious. There is good medicine for wounds in the palace. I promise that within seven days, you will be able to recover." The son's wounds won't even leave scars."

Mo Che frowned, and asked sharply, "Then why is he unconscious?"

The imperial doctor replied with lowered brows, "Young master jumped off such a high cliff. He was overly frightened and induced a cold disease in his body, so that his weak body couldn't bear it, so he passed out."

"Cold disease?" Mo Che was taken aback. He had seen how painful Yu Fu was when the cold disease recurred, but he was always protected by Yinyue and kept a close eye on him. He was afraid that he would be cold and frozen. This is not allowed, that is not allowed. Yep, haven't posted in a long time.

"Yes," the imperial doctor nodded, with a dignified expression, "This is a very difficult problem, much more serious than the injury on his body, you must take a good rest after you go back, if the root cause of the disease is found, you will suffer a lot. "

"It's strange to say that if this young master really fell from such a high cliff, he would definitely have only this injury on his body, no internal injuries at all, and his internal organs are intact." He stroked his beard and said to himself. muttered.

Of course, this matter is not difficult to say, it is not easy to say, it is not so mysterious, and it cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences. The connections are beyond the understanding of these mortals.

Mo Che didn't bother to explain, he knew that if he fell from such a high place and was safe, someone must be secretly helping Yu Fu.

No matter if it is a god or a demon, no matter who it is, as long as it does not harm Yu Fu, it is not his enemy.

After listening to the imperial doctor's words, he breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the person in his arms, tightened his arms, took out the wound medicine that had been prepared earlier, and carefully applied it to the wound.

Although Yu Fu was in a coma, the action of applying the medicine was still very gentle, with a cherished expression as if he was treating a fragile and rare treasure, he hugged his whole world, and would never let go of his hand again.

Seeing that he had no further instructions, the imperial doctor quietly retreated, sat at the entrance of the carriage, and sat with the driver, tremblingly pricking up his ears, paying attention to the movement inside, not daring to stay too far away, nor Don't dare to be distracted, so that His Majesty can be there whenever he is needed.

Seeing that they attached so much importance to the injured son, everyone issued several orders to urge the itinerary, ordered people to investigate the matter thoroughly, and threatened that anyone related to Yu Fu's injury would be implicated in the nine clans and would be killed without mercy.

His face was gloomy, and he held back his anger. No one dared to disturb him at this moment. He obediently accepted the instructions, and retreated, hiding far away. He was afraid that if he was a step too late, he would Be the one who lost his head.

After half a day's journey, the group arrived at the palace in more than two hours amidst the silent and fast pace of the group.

Regardless of the objections of the courtiers, he brought Yu Fu back to his bedroom in front of everyone and under the eyes of everyone, with hurried steps and a flustered expression on his face that he had never seen before.He was afraid that something would happen to Yu Fu, but at this moment he was powerless.

In one day, the news that the emperor brought an injured son back to the palace spread throughout the court and the public.

There was an uproar in the court, and everyone was talking about it, and there were two completely different voices in a moment.

One faction is the supporters of the emperor headed by Prime Minister Zuo, who unswervingly defend his decision and think that there is nothing wrong with bringing Yu Fu back to the palace.

The other faction is the stubborn old ministers headed by the right minister, who have been stuck in the old-fashioned laws and conservative thinking all their lives. They think that the new emperor has just ascended the throne and his post is vacant. He lived in the emperor's palace without a name and title. He was required to send people out of the palace immediately because of the inconsistency of law and the precepts of the ancestors.

The disputes between the left and the right will not happen overnight, and they can quarrel over trivial matters.

No matter how heated their quarrel was, the emperor never even showed his face. Once he came back, he stayed in front of Yufu's sickbed, never leaving him, taking care of him in his clothes, and never laying hands on others, even his personal maid.

The emperor didn't show up in the morning for several days in a row, and several old antiques who were dying were arguing about this matter every day, looking like they would never stop.

They became more and more noisy, insisting on a rivalry, a group of people wrestled and walked out of the emperor's bedroom, disheveled and crooked, the scene was so ugly that the court ladies and eunuchs who secretly watched the fun couldn't help laughing, everyone was laughing. Talk about it behind your back.

The little eunuch guarding the gate was forced by the authority and went in to report, but was kicked out and shook his head helplessly at everyone.

They were making a lot of noise outside, and the noise was getting louder and louder, disturbing the peace of Mo Che and Yu Fu, making sick people unable to recuperate.

While they were arguing endlessly, the door of the bedroom was opened from the inside to the outside. Mo Che came out angrily, his face was ashen, glaring, and without any explanation, he beat up these idle ministers one by one. plate.

The ministers were not convinced, and when they were pressed on the bench, they were still chattering.

Mo Che ordered someone to stop their mouths, and he didn't want to hear their annoying voices and self-righteous remonstrance.

Facing these important officials of the court, the little eunuchs were a little afraid to use cruel hands. They raised their sticks high, but when they fell, they turned into pretending again.

Mo Che saw it, and was furious. He ordered the little eunuch who was being executed to be dragged down and beat him many times.

At this point, no one dared to be merciful anymore, one hit harder than the other, the hands were red, the buttocks were opened, but the mouth was blocked again, and the pain was so painful that they couldn't make a sound. They endured until the blue veins on their foreheads bulged, and tears streamed down their faces.

They were just old bluffs who couldn't stand a few blows and passed out one by one.

Anyway, it was in the palace, with the best imperial doctor, Mo Che ordered them to wake them up, and then continued to beat them, [-] strokes, no less, he personally watched from the sidelines, no one dared to cheat.

Only then did they truly realize the cruelty of the new emperor's methods, and they never dared to do it again.

Mo Che's iron-blooded methods have earned him a reputation for violence, and the folks have compiled many scriptures and nursery rhymes that metaphor him. In them, his image is so cruel that it can cure children to cry at night.

He suspected that some resentful old guy did it on purpose. They used such shameless tricks with great proficiency. They had no real ability to seek the well-being of the people, but disgusting people had a set of tricks.

However, he has never cared about other people's opinions, let alone his worthless reputation, and he is not a real emperor. When the time comes, he will return to the heaven, and leave the affairs of the world to these ignorant mortals.

Even so, the twenty big boards were not useless, those old things were beaten up and became law-abiding, and the court was calm for a long time.It is also rare for him to have clean ears, so that he can stay by Yu Fu's side wholeheartedly.

At least on the surface, the left and right seem to be in peace, and when they meet, they will nod, say hello reluctantly, and show a false smile.

As soon as they see each other, they will think of what happened that day, and always feel pain in their buttocks. Therefore, except for the court, the two have almost cut off contact in private, and even the mutual connotations of you and me do not exist.

In this officialdom, it is everyone's best skill to speak people's words when they see people, to talk nonsense when they see ghosts, and to play tricks every time.

Mo Che didn't care if they were just putting on a show for him, all his attention was on Yu Fu.

He learned from the servants the reason for the quarrel among the old ministers that day, and he was furious. The feather float is his reverse scale, which cannot be touched or commented on.

They didn't let him bring him back to the palace, but he deliberately did it. In a fit of anger, he decreed that the Jiaofang Palace should be given to him, and he even made the unconscious man the empress.

"Your Majesty, it is absolutely impossible. The empress must be a virtuous and virtuous woman. This is the rule left by the ancestors, and it must not be lost." Zuo Xiang knelt on the main hall, persuading her heartbrokenly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, not to mention that the son is still in a coma, just because of his unknown origin, he does not meet the queen's requirements. Your Majesty, please think twice. If you really like him, why don't you give him another one first?" Title, keep it in the harem, and it will not be too late to discuss this matter after he gives birth to your heir in the future." The right minister echoed, and the two reached a rare consensus.

"What the right minister said makes sense." Mo Che said with a slight smile.

The two breathed a sigh of relief, the words Your Majesty Shengming stuck in their throats, before they could say it, they heard him continue, "Yufu is already pregnant with my child, and he must be the next one, so this matter is settled It's over, let's go."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without giving them a chance to retaliate.

Seeing his back as he left gracefully, and his words echoing in their ears, several people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Zuo Xiang didn't give up and ran to ask the imperial physician, and got an affirmative answer, "The son in Your Majesty's palace is already three months pregnant."

He stood where he was, as if struck by lightning.

With the lessons learned from last time, this time, even if there are millions of people who disagree in their hearts, they dare not go to the harem to disturb the peace of the empress.

The deal is done, the imperial decree has been issued, although people have not yet woken up, but the Ministry of Internal Affairs is already in the process of concluding the grand ceremony, there is no room for redemption, even if the veterans are reluctant, they have no choice but to accept it.

Yufu has been in a coma for more than half a month. The trauma on his body has healed, but there is no sign of waking up. Everything is as usual, but those beautiful eyes are unwilling to open. The dead are no different.

Mo Che stayed by his side day and night, never sleeping, no water or rice, no medicine for Yufu, and he couldn't eat anything. Moreover, he didn't need to absorb human food.

Yufu's condition was even worse than he thought. In the first few days after he came back, he had a high fever and vomited whatever he ate, even the medicine he had force-fed. Saying Yinyue's name, he watched and listened, his heart felt like a knife.

After several days, although Yufu's fever subsided, he still didn't wake up, and lay quietly, no matter how noisy the outside world was, he didn't respond at all, except for the light breathing that proved that he was still alive, but His face was rosy, not like a sick person.

Day after day, Mo Che stood by his sick bed, fed him medicine, wiped his body, and did the same things repeatedly but without any response.

And the imperial doctor also followed his orders, and came to ask for his pulse every day, carefully checking his condition, for fear of missing any movement.

He is a queen, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the emperor attaches great importance to him. No matter what their own thoughts are, the people below dare not slack off in his affairs, trembling like walking on thin ice.

Especially the few imperial physicians of the Taiyuan Hospital, who are like stepping on the tip of a knife and steel blade every day. Take it over, and don't dare to give it to others.

On this day, Mo Che lost his temper again.

Yufu hasn't improved for a long time, his temper is getting more and more irritable every day, and he always blames others, scolding the people in the Tai Hospital as trash, and they are useless except to add trouble to him, after discussing for so long, there is not even a useful way, just Let him take it easy and wait and see what happens.If he could sit still, what would the imperial doctor do?

Imperial doctor Chen knelt down, really couldn't figure it out, the queen's veins are smooth, there is no problem, and the injuries on her body are almost healed, as he said in the carriage, there is no scar on the smooth skin, but I don't know why He has been unconscious?

Mo Che frowned, staring solemnly at Yu Fu's sleeping face, his face was gloomy and silent, making people feel more stressed, unable to figure out his thoughts, and feeling uneasy.

Doctor Chen thought about it, but couldn't find an appropriate excuse. He felt heavy and panicked, and was ready to be scolded.

He was unharmed, but still unable to wake up, which made him doubt for the first time the decades of medical skills he was proud of.

Although the ears were callused, he was still nervous, and large beads of sweat came out of his forehead and dripped into his eyes.

He squinted his eyes and struggled to maintain the movement of opening and closing. He sneaked a glance at the face of the man above him and winked. He couldn't take it anymore and quietly wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

Mo Che suddenly looked at him, his whole body froze, he quickly retracted his hands into his sleeves, he knelt neatly and straight, his clasped hands trembled uncontrollably, his knees were sore and numb, his thighs were numb. While trembling, the body involuntarily leaned back, sitting on the calf calmly, which can save a lot of energy.

He has been kneeling in this hall for two hours, the master above does not speak, does not scold him and does not punish him, he does not even ask a question, he really can't figure out the man's mind, so instead of being so worried, a The knife is hanging around his neck, and he doesn't know when it will fall, so it's better to give it a good time.

Perhaps God heard what was going on in his heart. Mo Che stared at him blankly for a while, watching his back hairy, sweating profusely, his clothes sticking to his skin, almost unable to hold on. When she was lying on the ground with all five bodies cast down, she spoke, and asked in a deep voice, "You have been consulting for so many days, what disease is she suffering from?"

"This..." Imperial doctor Chen was panicked, it would be better not to speak, opening his mouth would be a difficult question he could not answer, as if there were two dead ends in front of him, no matter how he chose, it would not be satisfactory, He knew that the emperor valued this male empress, but he really couldn't find out the root cause of the disease.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the queen is fine, and her injuries have all healed." He buried his head on the ground, bit the bullet, and answered honestly.Bullying the emperor is a serious crime against the nine clans. Even if he loses his own head, he cannot implicate hundreds of innocent family members in the family.

Mo Che didn't get angry, and walked in front of him slowly with silent steps, staring at him condescendingly, his eyes were deep, his pupils like ink were pitch black, brewing with obscure emotions.

His tone was light, and every word that was neither light nor heavy was like a knife stepping on Chen Taiyi's heart, and he asked quietly, "Since there is no serious problem, why is he still awake?"

The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead nervously, with a puzzled expression on his face, he said, "Forgive me for being incompetent, and I couldn't find the reason why the queen was unconscious. The old minister also found it strange that the queen's body was just traumatic. It won't make people unconscious, and after so many days, the wounds have all healed, logically speaking, people should have woken up long ago, unless..."

Again he hesitated to speak.

"Finish what you have to say, hesitating, I think you don't want to lose your head." Mo Che kicked him unbearably, and his tone became severe.

He has always disliked the pedantic behavior of these ministers, and he is unwilling to deal with them, most of the time he has no choice but to do so.

Doctor Chen rolled around and got up again to kneel down. He was still in the original position, but there was a slightly darker mark when he sat down. With his sleeves in his hands, he said tremblingly, "As far as I see, unless It's the queen herself who doesn't want to wake up."

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