Luoyang Brocade Chapter 260: Shangyuan

Because the emperor is ill, everyone is having an unsettled new year.

Empress Xu came to Zichen Hall every day to greet her, and all the concubines came to greet her in turn. King Yan, the emperor's grandson, and the two princesses also came to see him and show their filial piety.

Wei Yan couldn't stop. He stayed by the emperor's dragon bed every day, seeing patients, administering acupuncture and adjusting prescriptions, and had to deal with everyone's inquiries and difficulties.

This is a question from the concubines: "Physician Wei, why has the emperor's illness not improved for so long?"

"If Imperial Physician Wei is unable to do anything, he might as well say it earlier. If his father's illness is delayed, Imperial Physician Wei may not be able to bear it." This was the rebuke from King Yan.

Princess Changping also frowned her thin eyebrows, with a worried look on her face: "Mr. Wei, what is my father's illness? It's been more than ten days, why hasn't it improved yet?"

Not to mention Empress Xu. Whenever she arrived at the Zichen Palace every day, she would scold her with a straight face: "Mr. Wei, I will give you a few more days. If you can't cure the emperor's illness, I will give you a few more days." I’m asking for you!”

Wei Yan has heard many words like this.

The official position of imperial physician sounds glamorous, but in reality it is sweet on the outside and bitter on the inside. When he goes in and out of the palace every day, he serves the nobles in the palace. A little carelessness can lead to trouble. It's not enough to have good medical skills alone. You also need to be keen to assess the situation and have the ability to adapt to the situation.

It's not worth mentioning that the words are a bit suffocating.

Compared to other imperial doctors, Wei Yan's treatment is already the best. At least he won't be scolded or punished frequently. The emperor had great trust in his medical skills and had been asking him to treat patients in recent years. Regardless of the fierceness of everyone's shouting, as long as the emperor doesn't say anything, no one can shake his position.

However, the emperor's condition is indeed very bad this time.

Taking pills indiscriminately caused the dragon's body to become weak and weakened, which brought out all the old diseases. Acupuncture and medicine can only relieve the symptoms slightly. If you want to fully recover, you have to rest for at least a few months.

Of course, this kind of truth cannot be told. Therefore, no matter who opened his mouth to rebuke, Wei Yan would always respond: "It's just a humble minister who is incompetent."

What next?

Of course, Wei Yan was left to continue treating the emperor.

In this hospital, there is no one with better medical skills than Wei Yan. Besides, everyone knew that the emperor took the elixir to summon his concubines.

The reason why the illness cannot be cured is because the emperor lost his dragon body, and Wei Yan is really not to blame.

……

Soon, it will be the Lantern Festival.

According to the custom of previous years, there will be a lantern festival in the capital every year during the Lantern Festival. The concubines in the palace could not help but join in the fun, each preparing lanterns to participate in the lantern festival in the palace. If you can stand out at the lantern festival, you will show your face in front of the emperor. It is also the best way to compete for favor.

But this year the emperor is still lying on Longtan to recuperate! Who among the concubines is still in the mood to make lanterns? Empress Xu directly issued a decree to cancel this year's lantern festival.

On this Lantern Festival, the palace was quiet, and the people were still having a lively life, going to the lantern market in groups to enjoy the lanterns.

The Ling Mansion also put up some lanterns to suit the occasion. However, no one in the Ling Mansion went to the lantern market to join in the fun. Even Mr. Ling Wu, who loves liveliness the most, is no longer in this mood.

After tonight, it will be the day for Ling Jingshu to enter the palace.

After the boring family banquet, Ling Wuye called Ling Jingshu into the study and warned him earnestly: "Ah Shu, tomorrow you will enter the palace to serve the Queen. You have been smart and steady since you were a child, calm and careful, and speak well Act carefully. I have nothing to worry about if you work in the palace as an errand. You must remember your identity and make no mistakes in your words or deeds. If you cause trouble in the palace, we will be helpless outside the palace."

After a pause, he added: "I know this sounds harsh, but it is also true. After entering the palace, no one can help you, you have to rely on yourself for everything."

It's just that he didn't say clearly, "There's nothing we can do if you die in the palace."

A trace of ridicule flashed in Ling Jingshu's eyes, and she responded calmly: "Thank you father for your teaching, my daughter understands."

Ling Wuye has always been this kind of person. In her previous life, she had suffered so much humiliation in the Lu family, and he, as a father, cruelly turned a blind eye after weighing the importance.

He will not harm his children, but he will never do anything for them.

She had no expectations for this father, so she was not disappointed at all.

Ling Wuye felt a little embarrassed under Ling Jingshu's clearly sarcastic gaze. As if to make up for something, he took out a thick stack of silver notes from his sleeve and said, "I sent a letter back to Dingzhou a few days ago about your going to the palace. I haven't heard from your grandmother yet. Reply to the letter. I will make the decision first. Here are 20,000 taels of silver notes. Keep them with you. There is no place where money can be used in the palace."

Compared to the time in the capital, the attack was much more generous.

Ling Jingshu was not polite and immediately took the banknote: "Thank you, father, but my daughter is disrespectful."

The situation in the palace is unknown, so it is really necessary to bring more money for self-defense.

She originally had more than 10,000 taels of silver notes, and with the addition of the 20,000 taels, she had more than 30,000 taels of silver notes. His net worth is quite substantial.

After giving the banknote, Fifth Master Ling had nothing to say. After a while, he said: "You go back and rest first, and get up early tomorrow, so as not to delay the time to enter the palace."

……

After returning to the boudoir, the familiar face of Ling Jingyan came into view.

Ling Jingyan stuffed a thick purse into Ling Jingshu's hand: "Ah Shu, I am usually a carefree person and have no habit of saving money. There are one thousand taels of silver notes here, which is all my private property. You take them all with you so that you don’t run out of money when you enter the palace.”

Ling Jingshu was startled and subconsciously declined: "Cousin Yan, my father has just given me a lot of banknotes. I don't want your money, so you should keep it..."

"No, no, no!" Ling Jingyan glared at her~IndoMTL.com~ and said fiercely: "I stay in the house every day, there is no place to use money. Okay, you are not allowed to say anything. Yes, please accept it quickly."

There are only one thousand taels of silver notes in this purse, which is not a large amount. Far less than what Lord Ling Wu gave.

Ling Jingshu clutched her purse, but her mind was surging, and the warm liquid in the corners of her eyes was ready to move.

Seeing the tears in her eyes, Ling Jingyan felt the suppressed sorrow in her heart. She hugged Ling Jingshu into her arms and said with sobs: "Ashu, I can't bear to let you go. I really can't let you go..."

After spending nearly a year together day and night, the two have already forged a deep sisterly bond.

Ling Jingshu's tears also fell from the corners of her eyes, and she silently hugged Ling Jingyan tightly.

How can she be willing to let go of people who care about her?

However, from the moment she decided to come to the capital, her fate was destined to be bumpy. She had no choice but to straighten her chest and walk on. (To be continued.)