The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 829: Good medicine

Before Murong Jie turned around and went out, he asked: "The old man has been taken back to Beijing, you see..."

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

She was even more disappointed with the eighth.

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

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

Murong Jie chuckled, "Yeah!"

After speaking, he left.

Xiwei Palace.

The emperor's bedroom was already deserted, and there were only a few palace servants sent by the empress dowager to serve, and Duke Lu was still serving in front of the emperor's sick bed.

When Murong Jie arrived, Concubine Mei Guifei had just finished taking his medicine.

"Your Majesty." Murong Jie looked at Concubine Mei, who was somewhat haggard, "I haven't congratulated you yet."

"Thank you, Lord." When Mei Guifei saw him coming, her eyes were a little happy, but she didn't express it in her language. The emperor hadn't fallen asleep yet, so she could hear her words, but her expression was happy.

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

"Okay!" Concubine Mei turned back and glanced at Eunuch Lu, "Eunuch, let's go out too."

Lu Gonggong glanced at the emperor a little worriedly. The emperor's eyes were tightly closed. If it wasn't for the slight rapidity of breathing and the obvious wheezing in his throat, it would make people think he was asleep.

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

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

Mei Guifei took Duke Lu and the two maids out, the glass curtain fell, and the voice was clear and sweet, but it didn't make people feel happy.

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

The erythema on his face is obvious, especially on the sides of the nose wings, and the bridge of the nose is slightly black, like a discolored butterfly sticking to his face.

He finally opened his eyes, and the puffy eyelids did not weaken the sharpness of his vision, like two steel knives, trying to scrape the indifference on Murong Jie's face.

The wheezing in his throat got worse, and he said, "Back?"

There appears to be a phlegm in his throat, and his voice is muffled.

"Hmm!" Murong Jie said, with no expression on his face except indifference.

The emperor took a breath, his trachea rang like a bellows. He tried to stop himself from coughing. His face became even redder, and the whites around his eyes were almost gone, they were all scarlet.

Finally, he couldn't help himself. He coughed. This cough was so earth-shattering that he could hardly stop.

The cough made his body tremble, his hands tightly holding the quilt, his fingernails hooked up the embroidery of the quilt, and a broken red thread was hidden in the fingernails.

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

After returning from life and death, Zi An almost died in the hands of King Nanhuai. If he still thinks about brotherhood, he is beyond 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 his cheeks all the way to the silk embroidered pillow, and gave off a stench.

After vomiting blood, he slumped upright, gasping for breath, his forehead covered in sweat, as if he had come back from a life-and-death experience.

Murong Jie then sat down, took the towel by the bed, and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and cheeks for him.

"Go away, don't pretend to be kind." The emperor roared, but the end sound stuck in his throat, as if a cough was about to start again, he quickly suppressed it.

Murong Jie squeezed his chin and forcibly wiped the blood on his face, "The emperor is ill, and a minister should share his worries for the emperor."

"What do you want to say?" The Emperor looked horrified.

"The subject is still the regent. Since the emperor is seriously ill and unable to manage the government, the subject should take up the responsibility of the regent and supervise the country for the emperor, just like now, the emperor has no ability to take care of himself, and the subject should take care of him. "

In his last sentence, the ending sound was elongated, the corner of his mouth evoked an indifferent smile, his eyes were like ancient wells, and there was no emotion.

The emperor raised his head vigorously, clenched his fists tightly, the muscles on his face twitched, and hatred burst out from his eyes, "You are a wolf child."

Murong Jie smiled and looked directly at him, "I didn't have it at all, I was forced to do this by you. Since the regent has the right to increase the taxes of the people without the cabinet's consultation, it can be seen that the authority is the same as that of the emperor. I must live up to the emperor's expectations and govern the Zhou Dynasty with all my heart."

"You... Murong Jie, do you really think that I can't help you?" The emperor coughed and held it back, his face turning red and black.

"How can I get it," Murong Jie stood up, took a step back, and bowed, "I will wait, I will retire!"

As soon as the minister waits, he declares war directly.

Murong Jie turned around and strode away.

Emperor Lu hurried in and exclaimed, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Come here, pass the imperial doctor!"

Murong Jie left the palace, and Concubine Mei hurried forward, "Your Highness, please stay."

Murong Jie stopped and turned to look at Concubine Mei.

"Your Highness," Mei Guifei lowered her voice and took a step forward, "Your Majesty sees that his days are running out, can you let him go safely?"

Murong Jie raised his eyebrows, somewhat unsure of what Concubine Mei Guifei meant.

Mei Guifei looked a little embarrassed, "This, I don't mean anything else, I just can't bear seeing him every day, and I can't bear it."

Murong Jie's voice was cold, "Your Highness, Concubine, some words are still rotten in your stomach, what are you worried about?" Concubine Mei was stunned, and immediately realized that Murong Jie had misunderstood her meaning, her eyes suddenly turned red, "Your Highness, Don't get me wrong, I don't mean what you think, I just think that the empress dowager is unwilling to save the emperor, and the imperial doctor is helpless. I heard what you said just now, he

After all, time is running out, do whatever you want, just don't tell him and don't provoke him. "

Murong Jie did not expect that Concubine Mei would pity the emperor so much. Among the many concubines who had children, Concubine Mei was the least favored. It was rare for her to have no resentment during the neglected harem days. .

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

"This palace will do it, the lord can rest assured." Mei Guifei said quickly.

Zi An waited in the side hall for more than an hour, during which she drank a bowl of soup specially prepared for her by Auntie Ah She. After drinking it, she was groggy and fell asleep on the couch in the side hall. When I woke up, I was very refreshed.

Aunt A Snake told her that this is a treasured herbal medicine that the Empress Dowager had kept privately. If pregnant women drink it, there will be no more morning sickness, but also a strong body, and childbirth will be smoother in the future.

Zi An knows that in this era, the dystocia rate is very high, and a child can lose her life at any time, so she asked Aunt A She very rarely, "Is there any more?"

"Greedy, it's gone." Aunt A She kept her face stern, but still gave her a small white porcelain bottle, "You put this medicine away, it's very precious, the light medicine is ginseng of a thousand years, and the woman is difficult to give birth, Just take one pill and you will be able to fetus."

Zi An hurriedly hid, thank you very much. Just when Murong Jie came back, the two said goodbye to Aunt A Snake and left the palace hand in hand.