The little petite bag of the fourth master of Qingchuan

Chapter 391 Northwest Memorial
The cool rain splashed and splashed under the palace gate.

At this time of year, it is rare for rain to fall like this.

Spring was in full bloom in the warm pavilion, and Kangxi wore only thin clothes, and opened the booklet sent by the Northwest.

This is from the memorial of General Wang Yinzhen, which mentions the lack of grain and grass in the Northwest, and many things are not as easy to buy as previously thought.

It will cost a lot of silver taels to go out and send people around to look for and buy them.

A note was also paid later, which explained the local prices in Northwest China in detail.

The meaning of this memorial is to hope that the imperial court can allocate some more silver and some grain and grass to send over - after all, with money in hand, it may not be able to guarantee that all the materials you want to buy can be fully prepared.

If you don't reserve it early, it will be easy to be controlled by others.

Kangxi read it several times, stretched out his hand and patted the notebook on the table, closed his eyes for a while, and nodded in approval.

At least this shows that Yinzhen has done sufficient investigation and research.

I also thought very carefully.

……

He was watching here when the people from the Yonghe Palace came over in a hurry, saying that the imperial concubine was not feeling well and hadn't had a proper meal for several days.

Liang Jiugong's complexion changed when he heard it in front of the hall, and he hurried into the warm pavilion to report.

Kangxi also frowned when he heard this, and immediately called the palace servants in, and asked the imperial concubine when did the symptoms occur?Why was there no sign of it before?

The palace man knelt on the ground, wiped his tears, and said that the imperial concubine misses her parents and children, and her thoughts are depressed, so that's why.

After all, she was a woman who had been with him for decades, Kangxi stood up, took a few steps back and forth in front of the case, and ordered someone to drive to the Yonghe Palace to visit the imperial concubine in person.

……

In the Yonghe Palace, Wu Ya had just drank the medicine and was being supported by the maids to lie down when he heard that Long Live was coming.

She has always been respectful and cautious, and has never dared to slack off in the slightest for decades - if not, she would not have been valued by the emperor for decades.

At this moment, Wu Yashi was struggling to get up, but was stopped by Kangxi who walked in and quickly raised his hand: "Lie down!"

Naturally, Wu Yashi would not really lie down, but he still coughed and ordered someone to put a pillow behind his waist, trying to make himself sit up: "Long live, please forgive me, my concubine..."

Kangxi flicked up the corner of his robe, sat down beside her bed, stretched out his hand and patted the back of her hand comfortingly, his tone was very reproachful: "Why is it so sick that someone came to tell me?"

All the servants in the hall knelt down.

Kangxi immediately sent for the imperial physician.

Wu Ya's face was pale, and tears were streaming down his face: "Long live the day is full of opportunities, unremitting in governance, long-cherished and night-sleeping, and also haunted by the war in the Northwest. I have no time to spare, and my concubine's humble body is not a pity."

Having said that, Kangxi felt even more uncomfortable.

With a wave of his hand, someone brought up the memorial that he had just brought over.

Wu Ya caught a glimpse of the memorial, let out a low cry, and quickly turned away: "Your Majesty, this concubine is a harem woman, so..."

Kangxi directly interrupted her: "Look first."

Wu Yashi still didn't dare to look at it and claimed that he was guilty.

Now that she is respectful, Kangxi is naturally pleased, and said softly: "It's written by Yinzhen, it doesn't matter, Zhen Quan picked up this page, it's just a family letter."

Since the palace people said just now that the imperial concubine's illness was caused by missing her parents and children, it would be a comfort to show her this memorial written by Yinzhen himself.

Wu Yashi was startled for a moment, then realized that Kangxi had misunderstood again.

She did miss her own son, but she didn't miss the fourth elder brother, but thought of the fourteenth elder brother.

Last month, it was just the anniversary of the death of the fourteenth elder brother, and Wan Sui was also sad for a while at that time, sighing for a long time.

But it was back to normal the next day.

After all, he has many sons.

But the Wu Ya family couldn't let go so easily - especially when Yin Zhen went to the Northwest to bid farewell to his mother and concubine before going to Yonghe Palace.

Although the etiquette is respectful and impeccable, the attitude is always indifferent.

It's just a formality.

In such a comparison, thinking of the fourteenth elder brother raised by himself, Wu Ya cried secretly for several days, opening his eyes every night until dawn.

It's no wonder that you don't get sick.

However, since Kangxi misunderstood this, there is no need for Wu Yashi to explain.

"Long live……"

She went down the donkey, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and followed Kangxi's misunderstanding, and said a few words about how she missed Yinzhen.

Kangxi stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, nodded repeatedly, and sighed again, saying that when he came back, he would definitely tell him about the motherly love of the imperial concubine.

Just as he was talking, the imperial physician had arrived in a hurry.

The imperial hospital heard that the imperial concubine's body violated the agreement, and they became nervous. Not only did they send the imperial doctor who usually treated the imperial concubine, but they also sent two young and wise men.

Seeing Wanzai here, the imperial physician became even more nervous.

A few people knelt down and respectfully saluted the long live first, then the imperial concubine, and then asked the doctor.

Kangxi went out and waited outside. For some reason, he always felt a little restless.

Especially listening to De Fei's heart-piercing coughing.

Concubine De——Although Wu Yashi has become an imperial concubine now, when she is mentioned, Kangxi will subconsciously call her Concubine De.

In the past few years in the palace, two concubines have left, and several concubines in the harem have also died of illness.

Wu Yashi is not too young now...

She has been by his side since she was a teenager, and now he is an old man in his 60s.

People outside say long live, long live, long live—that's just the prosperity of the mouth.

In fact... at this age, it would be hard to put it bluntly: almost half of my body has been buried in the ground.

Wu Yashi... Concubine De... this old man who has been with him for most of his life, is he leaving now?
Kangxi looked at the tumbling dark clouds in the sky outside Yonghe Palace, and felt desolate in his heart for a while.

……

After a while, the imperial doctor came out and knelt down to report - just say please don't worry long live, the imperial concubine is just a slight cough, plus too much thinking, she needs to calm her mind and catch up on sleep.

After the prescription is prescribed, it will take a while to recuperate.

Kangxi was relieved after hearing this, and then saw that the leading imperial physician still had a bit of a puzzled look on his face.

What a keen eye Kangxi has, you can see it at a glance.

He raised his hand and said, "But it's okay to say, I forgive the imperial physician for not being guilty."

The leading imperial physician kowtowed before adding the second half of the sentence——Although the imperial concubine is fine, she should be more careful just because she is fine.

Because people are old after all.

At this age, the disease does not come one by one, but is likely to come in a comprehensive way-several diseases are sandwiched together.

Illness comes like a mountain.

This kind of situation - doctors have seen a lot.

And the first sign is often some inconspicuous ailments.

(End of this chapter)