Chapter 826 Good Medicine

Before Murong Jie turned around and went out, he asked: "Lao Ba has been escorted back to Beijing, look..."

"Don't worry about him, someone will take care of him." The Empress Dowager said flatly.

For Lao Ba, she was even more disappointed.

Murong Jie's eyes flashed, "Could it be that Qingtian Regent is really back?"

The Empress Dowager smiled slightly, "Who knows? I'm not familiar with him."

Murong Jie chuckled lightly, "Yeah!"

After speaking, he backed out.

Xiwei Palace.

The emperor's bedroom was deserted, only a few palace servants sent by the empress dowager, and Eunuch Lu was still waiting on the emperor's sick bed.

When Murong Jie arrived, Concubine Mei had just finished serving him the medicine.

"Imperial concubine." Murong Jie looked at the haggard Mei Guifei, "I haven't congratulated you yet."

"Thank you, my lord." Mei Guifei saw him coming, her eyes were a little happy, but she didn't show it in her words, the emperor was still asleep and could hear her words, but she had a happy expression on her face.

"Can the imperial concubine go out for a while? The king and the emperor have something to say."

"Okay!" Concubine Mei turned her head to look at Eunuch Lu, "Eunuch, go out too."

Eunuch Lu glanced at the emperor with some anxiety. The emperor's eyes were closed tightly. If it wasn't for the slight rapid breathing and the obvious wheezing sound in his throat, people would think he was asleep.

"My lord, the emperor is weak and needs to rest, please don't talk for too long." Eunuch Lu said softly.

"Well, let's go." Murong Jie waved his hand.

Concubine Mei took Eunuch Lu and the two maids out, the glazed curtain fell, and the voice was clear and sweet, but it didn't make people feel cheerful.

Murong Jie walked over and stood in front of the bed.

The red spots on his face were obvious, the sides of his nose were especially red, and the bridge of his nose was slightly black, like a color-changing butterfly stuck to his face.

After all, he opened his eyes, the swollen eyelids did not weaken the sharpness of his vision, like two steel knives, trying to scrape off the indifference on Murong Jie's face.

The wheezing in his throat got worse, and he said, "You're back?"

His throat seemed to be clogged with phlegm, and his voice was muffled.

"En!" Murong Jie said, there was no expression on his face other than indifference.

The emperor took a breath, and his trachea sounded like a bellows. He tried hard not to cough, his face became more and more red, and there was almost no white around the eyeballs, it was all scarlet.

Finally couldn't help it, he coughed, this cough was earth-shattering and he could hardly stop.

He coughed so much that his body trembled, and he held the quilt firmly with both hands. His fingernails were hooked on the embroidery of the brocade quilt, and a broken red thread was hidden in his nails. If he didn't look carefully, he might think it was stained with blood.

Murong Jie just watched him cough quietly, feeling uncomfortable, unmoved at all.

After returning from life and death, Zian almost died in the hands of King Nanhuai. If he still thinks about brotherhood, he is stupid.

The emperor spat out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't hold himself up, and the blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, passed through his cheeks and all the way to the silk embroidered pillow, giving off a stench.

After vomiting blood, he lay paralyzed straight, gasping for breath, his forehead was covered with sweat, as if he had returned from a life-and-death experience.

Only then did Murong Jie sit down, took the towel beside the bed, and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and cheeks for him.

"Go away, don't want your fake kindness." The emperor growled, but the ending sound stuck in his throat, as if a cough was about to start again, he quickly choked it back.

But Murong Jie pinched his chin and forcefully wiped off the blood on his face, "The emperor is sick, and as a subject, he should share his worries."

"What do you want to say?" The emperor's eyes were horrified.

"The minister is still the regent. Since the emperor is seriously ill and cannot manage the government, the minister should take on the responsibility of the regent and supervise the country for the emperor. Just like now, the emperor is unable to take care of himself. If the minister is here, the minister should take care of him."

His last sentence had a long ending, and an indifferent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were like ancient wells, without a trace of emotion.

The emperor raised his head vigorously, clenched his fists, the muscles on his face trembled, and hatred burst out from his eyes, "You are ambitious."

Murong Jie smiled and looked directly at him, "There is no such thing as you forced me to do this. Since the regent has the right to increase the taxation of the people without going through the cabinet's discussion, it can be seen that the authority is the same as that of the emperor, and the minister must not be held responsible." As the emperor hoped, he will govern the Great Zhou Dynasty with all his heart.”

"You...Murong Jie, do you really think I can't do anything to you?" The emperor coughed and held back, his face was red and black.

"What's the matter?" Murong Jie stood up, took a step back, and bowed, "I'm waiting, I'll take my leave!"

A minister waited, and he declared war directly.

Murong Jie turned around and strode away.

Eunuch Lu hurried in and exclaimed: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... come here, tell the imperial doctor!"

When Murong Jie left the palace, Concubine Mei Gui stepped forward quickly, "My lord, please stay."

Murong Jie stopped and turned to look at Concubine Mei Gui.

"My lord," Mei Guifei lowered her voice and took a step forward, "The emperor sees that the days are numbered, can you let him go safely?"

Murong Jie raised his eyebrows, he was a little uncertain what Concubine Mei Gui meant.

Concubine Mei looked a little embarrassed, "This, I don't have any other intentions, just seeing him feel uncomfortable every day, and I can't bear it."

Murong Jie's voice was ice-cold, "Imperial Concubine, some words should rot in your stomach, why are you so anxious?"

Concubine Mei was startled, and immediately understood that Murong Jie had misunderstood her, her eyes suddenly turned red, "My lord, don't get me wrong, I don't mean what you think, I just think that the empress dowager is not willing to save the emperor, the imperial doctor I can't do anything, I heard what you said just now, he is running out of time after all, just do whatever you want, just don't tell him, and don't provoke him."

Murong Jie did not expect Concubine Mei to take pity on the emperor so much. Among the many concubines with children, Concubine Mei is considered the least favored. It is really rare that she did not feel resentment during her neglected life in the harem.

Murong Jie's tone softened a bit, "You only need to supervise the prince's schoolwork, don't worry about the rest."

"My palace will, don't worry, my lord." Concubine Mei Gui said hastily.

Zian waited in the side hall for more than an hour, and drank a bowl of soup specially prepared for her by Aunt A She. After drinking it, she became groggy and fell asleep on the bed in the side hall for half an hour. When you come, you will be very energetic.

Aunt A Snake told her that this is a precious medicinal herb hidden by the Empress Dowager. If pregnant women drink it, they will no longer suffer from morning sickness, and they will be able to strengthen their bodies, and they will be able to give birth more smoothly in the future.

Zian knew that in this day and age, the rate of dystocia is very high, and giving birth to a child can kill her at any time, so she asked Aunt A Snake very rarely, "Is there any more?"

"Greedy, it's gone." Aunt A Snake put on a straight face, but still gave her a small white porcelain bottle, "You put this medicine away, it is very precious, and Guangyaoyin is a thousand-year-old ginseng, women with dystocia, just take it One grain will cause the fetus to fall."

Zian quickly hid, thank you thousands of times.

Just when Murong Jie came back, the two said goodbye to Aunt A Snake, and left the palace hand in hand.