The imperial concubine is favored by the Six Palaces again

Chapter 818

What Meng Chengye meant was to keep Jiang here to serve the sick.

Jiang Yuming didn't refuse either, but just nodded and looked at the imperial concubine and said, "Sister Liu, go back and rest for a while. If you're worried, it's the same when you come back in the afternoon. I'll take care of you here."

The imperial concubine looked at the queen mother who was lying on the bed reluctantly, and was supported by Chunfeng and Xiafeng back.

After the imperial concubine left, Meng Chengye and Wen Xian exchanged glances, and the two went out in a tacit understanding.

Wen Xian looked at the two imperial physicians kneeling in front of the bed and said, "Come out, the emperor wants to take a look at the prescription. Chacha, you are here so that you can take care of the queen mother."

Jiang Yuming sat on the edge of the bed and nodded. After Wen Xian left, Jiang Yuming reached out to check the temperature of the Queen Mother's forehead.

Still very hot.

Jiang Yuming looked at the red-eyed mammy beside her, and said, "Does mammy have a handkerchief stained with cold water? Can you apply it to the queen mother?"

The mother shook her head: "Go back to the imperial concubine, the imperial doctor said that the empress dowager is weak and cannot use a handkerchief soaked in cold water, lest the cold air enter her body again."

Jiang Yuming nodded, but could only pull the quilt for the queen mother.

On the other side, Wen Xian and Meng Chengye were sitting on the soft couch, with two imperial physicians kneeling under them, and the servants around them were also pushed back.

Looking at the two imperial physicians below, Meng Chengye looked at them for a long time before saying: "How is the queen mother?"

The two imperial physicians below look at me and I look at you, both hesitate to speak.

Finally, the imperial doctor on the right said: "Return, Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager's body has been completely injured since the last plague, and now it is getting worse day by day."

"You guys understand what the emperor means." Wen Xian straightened the handkerchief in her hand, and looked nervously at the imperial physician below.

The imperial physician kneeling on the left was about to speak, but was interrupted by Meng Chengye: "I want to listen to the truth."

Meng Chengye's tone was not very good, obviously he had heard what the two imperial physicians were saying.

The imperial doctor on the left paused for a moment, then continued: "The empress dowager's health is indeed not very good, and I can't say for how long the empress dowager can survive, I can only use the herbs to take good care of the empress dowager, the rest depends on God's will gone."

Meng Chengye didn't speak, Wen Xian slapped the table: "You guys have to think clearly, the crime of deceiving the emperor is not a small crime."

The two imperial physicians kowtowed separately: "I don't dare to speak half a lie."

Today's empress dowager's body can only be well nourished.

As for how long you can live, it really depends on God's will.

Meng Chengye naturally knew that what the two said was true, but it was inevitable that he would feel a little bad when he knew about it.

After all, it was his biological mother who gave birth to him and raised him. How could he feel better after knowing such a thing?

After a long silence, Meng Chengye moved his fingers and said, "Yang Fu."

Yang Fu hurried in from the outside, looked at Meng Chengye cautiously and said, "Your Majesty?"

"Order the Ministry of Internal Affairs to prepare the birthday materials of the empress, and no one else is allowed to know, especially the empress dowager, the imperial concubine, and the noble concubine. If they know, I only ask you." Meng Chengye said in a deep voice.

Yang Fu hurriedly nodded in response: "The servant knows."

Wen Xian at the side sighed softly, looked at the two imperial physicians kneeling on the ground and said: "You should have a sense of proportion in this matter, how long the empress dowager can enjoy the blessings depends on your ability, and a year is a matter of time." In the next year, both the palace and the emperor will reward you heavily."

The two imperial physicians knelt and kowtowed tremblingly, saying that they knew.

As for the queen mother, it really depends on God's will, although it is said that something will not happen right now.

But if he lived for another two or three years, there would be no problem at all.

Only after two or three years, it was really hanging his life with medicinal materials.

The two imperial physicians looked at each other, and Meng Chengye went back to the study in a rather bad mood.

Looking at the brochure in his hand, Meng Chengye didn't have the slightest intention to read it.

In the end, the more he looked at it, the more annoying he became, so Meng Chengye simply put down his notes and went to the National Teacher.

The national teacher is teaching the prince to play chess with the cat in his arms. Naturally, it is not Go, but a simple backgammon.

Seeing the national teacher's leisurely and contented appearance, Meng Chengye picked up Jingluo in a depressed mood, looked at the national teacher and said, "Come with me to the next game."

The national teacher smiled, rubbed the cat in his arms and did not refuse.

Half an hour passed, the national teacher looked at Meng Chengye who was retreating steadily on the chessboard, and said with a smile: "The emperor is upset."

Meng Chengye didn't speak, just twisted the chess piece in his hand and looked at the chessboard without saying a word.

The national teacher rubbed the little white cat in his arms, and said softly: "It's a pity, the snow that I bought from the emperor for 50 taels of gold has gone."

Meng Chengye raised his eyes and glanced at the national teacher, the national teacher smiled: "Speaking of which, the name Taxue was given by the imperial concubine, after all, I am not as blessed as the amber in the empress's palace."

Meng Chengye still didn't speak, just dropped a chess piece on the chessboard.

The national teacher rubbed Xunhua's head with a smile, and said: "According to the calculation, Taxue has been with Weichen for almost seven years. It's really a pity to go like this. It's just a cat. It's very normal to live, grow old, get sick and die. When it reaches a certain age, it can't do anything about it."

Meng Chengye sighed, looked at the chessboard and still didn't speak.

The national teacher looked at the chessboard, then at Meng Chengye, and said: "Your Majesty, death is actually a kind of relief. Taxue looks very good here, but how do you know if it is happy every day?"

Meng Chengye still didn't speak, just glanced at the national teacher, and went to study the chessboard again.

In the end, the national teacher said a lot: "Your Majesty, people always have to look forward. If you look at Xunhua, it's not sad at all."

Meng Chengye looked at the chess game that had already been lost, sighed, put down the chess pieces and the cat in his arms, and went out: "I'm going back first, I'm surprised that you have time to visit your imperial grandmother."

Jing Luo Pa pulled the pillar and obediently responded.

And Taxue, who had been rumored to be led by a dog, stretched his waist, exerted some strength on his hind limbs, and landed on the chessboard with a jump: "Meow meow."

I was in my prime, and you died!
The national teacher coughed twice: "I'm just giving an example to comfort the emperor."

"Meow meow!", Taxue was indignant.

Then why don't you take Xunhua as an example?

Just waking up, Xunhua poked her head in a daze and saw that she was stepping on the snow angrily.

The national teacher waved his hand: "Xunhua is still young."

Taxue flicked his tail and left.

Jing Luo tugged at the pillars beside him, carefully looked at the national teacher and said, "National teacher, I want to see the emperor's grandmother."

The national teacher was silent for a moment, and said: "The prince should come in from the outside of the pavilion."

What Jingluo is pulling is the pillar outside the pavilion. Below the pillar is a small pond, and if you are not careful, you will fall down.

Meng Chengye saw that the reason for not stopping it was very simple, and if he didn't suffer a little, he wouldn't learn a lesson.

Who didn't suffer from being playful when they were young?
You have to know that this is not right, and you will fall to know that it is not good.

(End of this chapter)