Tibetan beads

Chapter 528 The True Self

The rain became more and more urgent, and the sky darkened.

After the queen left, Yan Cheng said to the master with a pleasing expression, "I'm going to see my father, you can do your own thing."

The person in charge lowered his body and watched him enter the inner room.

Emperor Mingde on the bed was breathing heavily, with a strange blush on his face.

Probably the noise alarmed him, and Emperor Ming De woke up quickly.The rain was crackling outside, and the lights inside were dim, making it hard to tell whether it was a dream or an illusion.

Until a voice came from the side: "Father is awake?"

Emperor Ming De raised his eyes and watched Yan Cheng walk to the bed, holding a handkerchief in his hand, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead: "My brother and sister are about to give birth, mother is watching over there, and I will come to see father Gu .”

"Really?" Emperor Ming De smiled and stretched out his hand to signal.

Yan Cheng stepped forward to support him, and he used his strength to sit up.

"Is everything going well there? The imperial doctor didn't say anything, did he?"

"No, with my mother here, I think nothing will happen."

Emperor Mingde nodded, his face couldn't hide his joy: "Our family is finally going to have a baby!"

The family has the throne to inherit, what could be more joyful than having a baby?The corner of Yan Cheng's mouth ticked, and he nodded in agreement.

At this time, the palace servant came in and said, "Your Majesty, it's time to take some medicine."

"Let me do it." Yan Cheng took the initiative to stand up, "How do I use this medicine?"

The palace man replied: "Take the pill first, let it disperse for a quarter of an hour, and then drink the decoction."

Yan Cheng nodded, served Emperor Mingde to take the pill, and glanced at the clepsydra: "The soup is here, you step back."

The palace servants responded respectfully and withdrew.

Yan Cheng picked up the soup bowl, put it aside to warm it, and asked softly, "Father, do you think it's refreshing?"

Emperor Mingde nodded: "With you here, I am happy for my father, naturally refreshing."

Yan Cheng smiled and said, "If the father is happy, the child will come every day."

Emperor Mingde laughed: "When did you learn to be so sweet?"

"Didn't father like it? I used to think that being the eldest son should be prudent. Now that I think about it, it's good to be like the second son. Everyone likes him."

Emperor Mingde said: "Xiaoer has his own liking, but there is nothing wrong with being steady."

Yan Cheng smiled, seeing him press the center of his brows from time to time, and asked: "Father, does your head feel uncomfortable? Let me rub it for you, my son."

Emperor Mingde said: "You don't need to do it yourself, just call the palace servants."

"It's okay, as a child, you should be filial." After speaking, he had already got up and sat on the head of the bed, reaching out and pressing his forehead.

Emperor Mingde also let him go.

"Is this strength acceptable?" Yan Cheng asked.

"Hmm." Emperor Mingde replied.

Yan Cheng rubbed for a while, then said softly: "Father, I have always had a question in my mind, can you answer it?"

"You said."

Yan Cheng stopped his movements and glanced over, "In your heart, who do you like more, Xiaoer or I?"

Emperor Mingde opened his eyes and met his gaze.

Yan Cheng smiled slightly, and looked at him calmly.

Emperor Ming De said softly: "You are all father's children, of course you all like it."

Yan Cheng asked: "Which one is more important?"

"It doesn't matter."

Yan Cheng lowered his eyes: "Then will father feel that he has lost Xiaoer by handing over the throne to me?"

Emperor Mingde looked at him deeply: "The throne is not only about power, but also about responsibility. Xiao Er will understand this truth."

"If..." Yan Cheng raised his head and smiled, "Don't worry about age, will father hand over the throne to Xiao Er? He has inherited your talent in military affairs, and he never falls behind. Even the wife he married is so popular. It should be a better choice than me, right?"

Emperor Mingde remained calm: "What's wrong with you? Why do you ask such a question. You are already a prince, and these are yours."

Yan Cheng said quietly: "It may be that the younger siblings are about to give birth. Seeing that Xiao Er is going to be a father, but I haven't heard anything from him, I must have thought a little too much." He smiled, "Please don't be offended, Father."

It's really strange, I didn't dare to say these words before, but after I made that decision, I said them so frankly.Probably, he really doesn't care, right?
Emperor Ming De nodded: "You really think too much. The child comes early and late, it's nothing."

"Then... what if I never have children?" Yan Cheng couldn't help asking, "Will father change his mind?"

Emperor Mingde sighed: "Ah Cheng, I said it for my father, I hope we will not be turned into a ruthless emperor's family by the cold Gangchang. There are many childless emperors in the past, and there are solutions to these. You have to relax and believe As a father, trust your mother and brother."

Yan Cheng let out a "hmm", lowered his head and stopped talking.

After a while, he saw that the scale of the clepsydra had moved, and got up to serve the soup.

The decoction that had been warm all the time felt a little hot to the touch, so he scooped it up slowly with a spoon to let it cool down a bit.

The servants were all outside, and the palace guards were guarding the door. No one saw his left cuff move, a medicine bag was shaken open, and the powder spilled into it.

Yan Cheng looked towards the door, and the palace people all lowered their gazes in an orderly manner.With a flick of his cuff, the medicine bag fell into the furnace, and quickly burned to black ash without a trace.

Then, he returned to the bed with the soup, scooped it up and fed it himself: "Come, father."

Emperor Mingde didn't say anything, he opened his mouth to hold the spoon in his mouth, and slowly swallowed the soup.

Yan Cheng watched like this, feeding spoonful after spoonful, feeling surprisingly calm.

Perhaps, he has been so entangled and sad all this time, but he just dared not face his true self.Now that I let go, I feel that there is nothing to be afraid of.

After finishing a bowl of decoction, Emperor Mingde covered his head.

Yan Cheng asked with concern: "Is father tired? Then go to sleep for a while, just to let the effect of the medicine dissipate."

Emperor Mingde nodded in a daze, and lay down obediently.

Yan Cheng watched him close his eyes, watched his breathing gradually become smoother, gently pulled on the thin quilt, turned and went out.

It was dark outside, as if a big hole had been opened in the sky, and the rain was pouring down crazily.

Yan Cheng rejected Cheng Yu, and under the umbrella of the inner servant, he walked outside against the wind and rain.

On the way, he saw someone rushing out from the direction of Liufangzhai, so he called for someone to stop.

This woman, he remembered, was a Jiang Hu person that Yan Ling made friends with outside, and later voted for her, and arranged to be a female guard by her mother's side.

Yan Cheng pouted.That kid knows how to buy people's hearts, he doesn't pick anything, and he doesn't think it's demeaning.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Ji Sanniang saluted hastily, and replied: "His Royal Highness, please go down and invite the imperial physician."

Yan Cheng narrowed his eyes: "Is Princess Jin not good?"

Ji Sanniang looked anxious: "I don't know if it's okay or not. The princess has a stomachache and hasn't started it yet. The empress ordered my subordinates to invite a few more imperial doctors. It's urgent. I will go first. Your Highness forgives me." .”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and hurried away.

The servant next to Yan Cheng opened his mouth: "Hey...you really have no rules!" Then he turned back to laugh with him, "Your Highness, don't be angry, you are just ignorant."

Of course Yan Cheng wouldn't be angry, he looked in the direction of Liu Fangzhai, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, and he was in a particularly happy mood: "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)