Chapter 259 Princess is a high-risk occupation (17)

  But after Concubine Xian left, a figure slowly appeared in the corner of the east hall.

   This person is Chun He who came to deliver cakes to Situ.

   She didn't eavesdrop on purpose. She knew the benefits and naturally didn't dare to talk nonsense.

   I had to rot the secret I heard in my stomach.

   As the New Year is approaching, the entire Shangjing is bustling, except for the Anle Hall.

  Concubine Xian has been lingering on the bed since the death of the late emperor, but she lost weight after not seeing her for a few days.

  The imperial physicians were helpless, they could only hang them with ginseng tablets tonic, etc., but it was useless.

  Three days later, Concubine Xian died of illness, and a funeral was held.

  Si Tu knelt in front of the mourning hall, pretending to shed a few tears, and the concubines behind him burst into tears.

   Actually speaking, Concubine Xian did not get along well with them.

   It is only because of His Majesty's face that I came here to offer my condolences.

  So, all the people in the palace are looking at the warm and cold Si Tu.

  Perhaps, going out of the palace is indeed a good choice for her.

   "Tomorrow, the mother and concubine will be buried. Sister, go to rest first. I will guard the spirit tonight."

   The warmth fell on his shoulders, and a familiar but slightly tired voice came from his ear.

  Siquan wrapped her cool body with a cloak, and his tall figure tightly enveloped her within his protection.

   "I'm fine. Your Majesty has to deal with state affairs tomorrow, so let me keep the spirit."

  Situ tightened the cape on his shoulders, looking at the person in front of him with bloodshot eyes, feeling a little distressed.

  Concubine Xian is not his biological mother, but Siquan has regarded her as a relative all these years.

   As for Concubine Xian's suspended animation, he couldn't be told.

   So Si Tu chose to keep his mouth shut, and told her in a letter in the future after she left.

  Si Quan sighed, and gently arranged her loose hair,

   "Since I took the throne, my sister seems to be a lot rusty with me."

The title   Your Majesty should not have come out of her mouth.

   He still prefers to be replaced by her as 'Little Six'.

   sounds kind.

   "Your Majesty is the king, and I am the minister, so I should abide by the etiquette."

   Said, Situ bowed his hands to Siquan and took a small step back.

  As an emperor, he always likes to be respected, and Si Tu guesses that this is also the mentality of the power.

   So of course you have to keep a good distance.

   The soft hair in her hands fell into the air with her movements, and Si Quan looked at his empty palm in front of him.

   For the first time, it seems that it is not a good thing to be an emperor.

   "I am the closest person to my sister in this world, so I don't need to abide by any etiquette, it's fine as usual."

  Siquan's Adam's apple rolled, and Jian's eyebrows could not help wrinkling.

   He couldn't see his sister being estranged from him, which was worse than killing him.

   Si Quan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Si Tu.

   "It's getting late, Your Majesty, go back and rest early, presumably the mother and concubine don't want to see you so tired."

  Look at how considerate her sister is, for fear that he will be tired, so she quickly reminded him to rest early.

   But the authority does not think so.

   He just thought it was my sister who didn't want to see him and wanted to drive him away.

   Suddenly felt aggrieved in his heart, but he couldn't help it yet.

   "I see, sister also rest early."

  Si Quan's voice was very deep, and his drooping eyes made it hard to see.

   But Si Tu vaguely felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, and she couldn't tell what was wrong.

   After all these people left, Si Tu also stood up numbly.

  This coffin is not a concubine Xian at all. The real concubine is probably outside Shangjing.

   It's really hard for her to act in a play for so long.

   stretched, Situ went back from the path, lay on the bed and fell asleep.

   Si Quan, who returned to the Taiji Temple, thought that Si Tu would be hungry in the middle of the night, so he asked Wei Nian to bring her a few plates of cakes.

   Who knew that Wei Nianti slipped a food box into the air, and the whole mourning hall was gloomy, but there was no big living person.

   "What do you mean, Sister is not in the mourning hall?"

  Weinian spread his hands and nodded again and again,

   "Yeah, even the white wax was taken away, and it was empty inside, with nothing but a coffin."

   In the middle of the night, he passed by in the dark, and a gust of wind blew through the hall, almost not sending him away.

  Si Quan looked at the untouched food container, frowned and fell into deep thought.

  Wake up on the night to leave, this doesn't seem like something my sister can do.

   Unless there is something tricky he doesn't know about!

  Siquan recruited the imperial doctor from the Taiyuan Hospital to diagnose Xian Fei, and every detail was not missed.

   "The concubine's illness is really strange. This is the first time that an old minister has been practicing medicine for decades."

   "Yeah, even hanging with the best ginseng, it didn't get any better."

  It stands to reason that this first-class supplement can just make up for the deficiency in the toffee's body.

   But the pulse was not getting any better, and it was even getting worse.

  The imperial physicians informed the imperial concubine of the concubine's condition and waited for the final judgment one by one.

   I have long heard that His Majesty and the imperial concubine are deeply in love with their mother and son. If they were recruited in the middle of the night, wouldn’t it be to settle accounts after the autumn?

   "I know, you go down."

  Si Quan waved his hand, and the cold sweat on the foreheads of the imperial physicians stopped.

  Tonight is really thrilling.

   The court ruled that Zhang Xiaogang was about to leave with his colleagues, but was called back by Siquan.

  The whole Tai Chi Hall was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard, and Zhang Xiao was beating a drum in his heart.

   Don't look at Si Quan's age, but in front of him, Zhang Xiao is not at all disrespectful.

  Perhaps, this is the legendary emperor's aura?

   "Zhang Yuan knew that there is a medicine that can keep people in a state of suspended animation, and then return to normal after three days."

   He had only seen this medicine in books before, and he really didn’t know if it existed in this world.

   "Your Majesty said that this is a fake death drug, but this kind of drug is only circulated in the rivers and lakes, and the old minister is not clear about it."

   Like this kind of crooked medicine, how could their orthodox Chinese medicine understand it.

   "That is to say, even you can't deny the existence of this medicine?"

  Not clear doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

  The rivers and lakes are so big, is there anything new?

   Zhang Xiao nodded, not knowing what medicine was sold in Shaodi's gourd.

   But he really couldn't deny the existence of suspended animation.

   I heard that the concubine De Concubine, who was brought back from Yongzhou by the late emperor, was the master of medicine Wanggu, and there was vague news about the medicine for suspended animation.

   As for the truth or falsehood, Zhang Xiao did not dare to judge, and naturally did not dare to tell His Majesty about it.

   On the way back by Siquan, Zhang Xiaochang breathed a sigh of relief.

   The moment he nodded his head, the young emperor's face darkened, and he thought he was about to fall to the ground.

   is simply a false alarm.

  Three days later, Concubine Xian was buried in the Emperor's Mausoleum, beside the late Emperor.

   And in the night, a figure quickly passed through the imperial mausoleum and came to the coffin of Concubine Xian.

  After confirming carefully, the dark guard quickly left and returned to the Taiji Temple, and reported the situation in the coffin to Siquan.

   (end of this chapter)