Empress Yu Concubine Lie Wins Everyday

After all, Concubine Dun is an adult, taking good Chinese medicine and tonics, and stopped taking Naluoshizi Danxi pills, but her condition gradually improved.

On the other hand, Hong Chao, although the fever subsided the next day, he coughed continuously, and finally stopped the cough, but the fever returned again.

How can a little child bear such a toss?
It happened that he was too young, his body was too weak, and there was so much mercury accumulated in his body, he couldn't use heavy medicine no matter what.

In the end, even the court verdicts and court orders were ordered to go to battle, but in the end they still failed to save the life of the eighth elder brother.

It was the early winter of the tenth year of Yongzheng. On that day, there was a sparse light snowfall.

It was only four months since Brother Jiu died, and Brother Ba, who was a compatriot with Brother Jiu and his mother, also passed away.

Shu Jin only saw the child, lying on the small couch extremely quietly, not even talking, as if he was sleeping very soundly.

Concubine Dun's crying was a bit hoarse. She was holding the thin child, and she refused to put it in the coffin no matter what. She shouted hoarsely, "No! I don't believe it! Why did the eighth elder brother die young? He didn't want to put it in the coffin yesterday. At night, she cried and said that she wanted to drink honey water—”

Concubine Dun hugged the lifeless and even stiff child, stumbled, but rushed towards Shu Jin, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please save Fuyi! This is the only child I have. !"

"Fuyi?" Does Concubine Dun still call Hong Chao that in private?

Shu Jin sighed quietly, "Concubine Dun, the eighth brother is dead, put him in the coffin, don't miss the master's salvation."

The emperor Xu Ba elder brother has been in mourning for three days, and the noble concubine Shu Jin has to rush to prepare for the funeral.The lama has already entered the garden, and everything is ready, just wait for the eighth elder brother to lie down in the small coffin, and then he can do things.Concubine Dunsheng made a fuss.

Shu Jin felt regretful and troubled at the same time.

If you hadn't given the eighth elder brother so much mercury, how could this child have died of a small wind and cold? !

Although Yongzheng is the culprit, your Concubine Dun is at least an accomplice.

Concubine Dun burst into tears. She hugged the child who was no longer warm in her arms. She shook her head vigorously, her eyes were a little crazy, "No, Fuyi will not die! Fuyi promised me that she would be filial to me, Bless me forever!"

Shu Jin closed his eyes, turned around and glanced at Zhang Shoufa, "Go and report to the emperor."

The shock of bereavement made Nian's mind a little confused, and Shu Jin really couldn't figure it out.She glanced at the time, and then ordered: "Tell the Lama to start doing things first."

Lan Ruo bowed her knees and said "yes", then went down to pass on the message.

In a short while, flowers and fruits were offered to the spirit, and the scriptures of superseding salvation were humming, which was quite mournful.

Hearing this voice, Concubine Dun's haggard face showed uncontrollable mourning. She looked down at the child in her arms, and couldn't help crying, "Fuyi, Fuyi...you open your eyes and look at the child on your forehead. Mother's eyes..."

Shu Jin couldn't bear it a little, so she turned around and went to the spirit to burn three pillars of fragrance.

It was also at this time that Yongzheng finally arrived.

Yongzheng, who had lost another son, was naturally in a very bad mood, his eyes were black and bloodshot, and he probably stayed up all night last night.

When they came to Fuchun Palace, they saw Nian holding the eighth elder brother and calling him "Fuyi". Yongzheng couldn't help being furious, "What Fuyi?! He is Hongchao!!"

Shu Jin was startled, and bowed humbly without haste, "The emperor calms down, Concubine Dun is just mourning too much."

Concubine Dun raised her tearful eyes and stared blankly at the angry emperor, but her body softened, and she knelt down on the ground holding the child, "Your majesty...he is Fuyi, the concubine's Fuyi..."

Shu Jin can't wait to cover his face, Yongzheng has long thought that the word "fu" is unlucky, so he gave Hongchao the name, you want to play against him!
Yongzheng was furious, and ordered with a dark face, "They are all dead people? They have already started doing things, and send Hongchao to the coffin soon!"

When the emperor spoke, no one dared to hesitate anymore, the former imperial eunuch hurriedly stepped forward and took the eighth elder brother Hong Chao from the arms of Concubine Dun without saying a word.

The child was taken away, Concubine Dun seemed to go crazy all of a sudden, she staggered up, and wanted to snatch her child back, she shouted hoarsely: "Fuyi! Give me back Fuyi!"

Looking at Concubine Dun's madwoman-like posture, Yongzheng's angry face showed an imperceptible trace of intolerance and pity, and he took a deep breath, "Concubine, I'd like to appease Concubine Dun."

Shu Jin's heart froze for a moment, how can I appease this posture?
Yongzheng turned around and was about to leave, but after walking for a walk, he suddenly stopped, "I have asked someone to pick up Concubine Ning to the garden."

Shu Jin looked at the sky speechlessly, do you still think the matter is not big enough?
But she was speechless to refute, the only remaining son died, can Ning Concubine not be allowed to see the eighth elder brother for the last time? !
Shu Jin blessed his body, "I also ask the emperor to express his condolences."

Yongzheng looked at the gloomy Dongyun outside, and his voice was choked up: "Zhen... unexpectedly lost four children in succession."

An Guiren, Wang Changzai's miscarriage, and eighth and ninth elder brothers.

There are indeed four.

Shu Jin opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. She never dared to tell the truth, but what nonsense should she say to comfort the emperor?
Shu Jin paused for a while, but he could only say dryly: "Please also take care of the dragon's body, and let your sorrow pass."

The lama's chanting and Concubine Dun's crazy crying almost completely drowned out her voice.

But Yongzheng still listened to the truth, he turned his head slightly, with indelible grief in his eyes, "Zhen...what did I do wrong?"

You are doing drugs wrong!Shu Jin wailed in her heart, but she didn't dare to say a word, even she could only pretend that she didn't hear the emperor's words.

Because—how could the emperor be wrong?

Shu Jin lowered his head with an extremely humble expression.

But Yongzheng soon restrained his mourning, and returned to his previous solemn and indifferent appearance, "The funeral of the eighth elder brother, the imperial concubine is easy to manage."

Shu Jin immediately stopped pretending to be deaf, "Yes, my concubine obeys the order!"

Watching the emperor go away, Shu Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

The eighth elder brother has been sent into the coffin and covered with the coffin lid.

Concubine Dun threw herself on the small coffin, weeping unceasingly, and passed out from crying.So far, Shu Jin's eardrums have been slightly relieved.

Seeing Xiao Nian Gao limp and unconscious on the ground, Shu Jin sighed, "Take her back to the apse to rest."

Near noon, the first round of rituals was finally over, and Shu Jin was able to find time to go back to Danning Hall for lunch. He planned to take a nap, but Zhang Shoufa came to report in a hurry: "Madam, Concubine Ning is here." , it’s going on in Fuchun Hall right now! Go and have a look!”

Come on, I almost forgot, the dog emperor brought Concubine Ning here!
Concubine Ning can't pinch Concubine Dun to death!