Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 353 An Imperial Decree

Princess House.

"Princess, the Prince Regent has sent a message!"

When Qingyuan hurriedly took the letter handed to her by the secret guard and pushed open the door of Linglong Pavilion, she saw a beautiful figure lying on the bed.

There was a faint smile on her lips.

Ever since the princess became pregnant, she has become more lethargic every day, and she is naturally used to it.

Qingyuan walked quickly to the bed with small steps.

The curled eyelashes of the Sleeping Beauty on the bed are like two cattail fans, and her fair complexion is like a porcelain doll. The bulge of her abdomen has become more and more obvious, even if she is covered with a quilt, she can still see the bulge .

Qing Yuan stretched out her clean hand, patted Qing Yange's body lightly, and said softly, "Princess."

Qingyange felt her body shaking in a haze, she opened her eyes slightly, and saw Qingyuan's very delicate face, "What's wrong?"

Qing Yange asked aloud.

With a jade-like smile on Qing Yuan's face, she replied softly: "Princess, the Regent has sent you a letter."

As soon as Qingyange heard it, she immediately stretched out her hand and said to Qingyuan: "Help me up quickly."

Now it is very inconvenient for her to get up, and she needs to rely on the strength of others.

Qingyuan stretched out her hand, carefully supported Qingyange to sit up, grabbed the brocade quilt, covered Qingyange's belly, and then handed over the letter, "Princess, look."

Qing Yange quickly opened the envelope, and the letter was written in vigorous and powerful handwriting.

And the above is just a few words, making Qingyange not know how to react for a while.

"Princess, what's the matter?" Qing Yuan couldn't help asking when she saw Qing Yange sitting in a daze with an unnatural expression.

Qingyange raised her eyes with tenderness like water, she carefully folded the letter paper, and said to Qingyuan: "Jiuque knew that there was a plague in the capital, and said that he would be able to return to Beijing in about ten days, and asked me if the situation is good. well."

"Then how do you answer, princess?" Qing Yuan asked aloud.

Qingyange thought for a moment, then her light pink lips slightly opened a beautiful arc, "Answer truthfully."

Now that we can't hide this, let's tell the truth.

"Qingyuan." Qing Yange called out again.

"The servant is here." Qing Yuan saluted respectfully.

Qingyange told Qingyuan, "Prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstone for me, I want to reply to Jiuque."

"Yes." Qing Yuan replied.

"Also." Qing Yange paused, and then continued: "Help me tell Mr. Han to find him."

Since the last meeting, she and Han Mubo haven't seen each other for almost three or four days, and she still doesn't know the current situation of the plague.

"I'll look for it now, servant girl." Qing Yuan replied obediently.

……

After a stick of incense.

"What did you say?" Qing Yange heard the sudden and heavy news, she only felt her body become colder and colder.

"Back to the princess, my senior brother... started to have symptoms such as cough and fever yesterday, so he locked himself in the yard and stopped contacting anyone."

Mingyue's face was full of grief, her little face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

Qingyange only felt a pain in the heart.

It's her fault.

If it wasn't for her, Han Mubo wouldn't have come to Tiancang, let alone encounter this plague, and even in order to save lives and heal the wounded, he himself was infected with the plague.

Qing Yange clutched her chest, her eyes were full of disbelief.

There were two lines of clear tears on Mingyue's face, seeing Qing Yange's expression was pitiful, with a bit of sadness in her eyes, she sighed slightly, and took the initiative to comfort her:

"Princess, brother asked someone to bring a message, saying that although he was also infected with the plague, don't worry too much. It just so happens that he can test the poison with himself while refining the medicine. Maybe it will be beneficial to the preparation of the antidote!"

Perhaps Han Mubo said this on purpose because he was afraid that she would blame herself.

Qing Yange lowered her eyes, feeling very uncomfortable in her heart.

Seeing this, Mingyue quickly wiped away the tears from her face, and said seriously: "Princess, our master once said that saving lives and healing the wounded is our duty, even if we lose our lives. This is the way to study medicine, so Princess, please don't blame yourself, this road was chosen by the senior brother himself."

Qingyange took a deep breath, and she said to Mingyue: "Tell you senior brother, I can satisfy him whatever he wants."

"Yes." Mingyue sobbed softly once or twice, and responded obediently.

"Okay, you guys go down, let me be quiet." Qingyange waved her hand and said to Mingyue and Qingyuan.

Mingyue and Qingyuan looked at each other, exchanging the look in each other's eyes, they both replied: "Yes."

After the two retreated, the entire hall was so quiet that even the rustling of leaves outside the window could be clearly heard.

The branch has unconsciously already had new leaves, and it looks vibrant and thriving.

However, there was not a single bit of light to be seen in the sky that day, only heavy and thick clouds covering the entire land.

Qing Yange walked slowly to the desk, picked up the rice paper that was left after writing the letter to Jiu Que, dipped it in some ink, and leaned over the desk to pick up the pen.

Her letter to Jiu Que has been delivered.

Now, she has more important things to do.

that night.

"Are you sure?" Nangong Yunzheng asked in surprise as he looked at the bright yellow edict in his hand.

Qingyange nodded, with a slight smile in her eyes, "Yes."

Doing so is the best choice.

"Aren't you going to ask the emperor what he means?" Nangong Yunzheng asked.

Qing Yange lowered her eyes, and the smile on the corner of her mouth continued to expand, "A few days ago, I already asked."

three days ago.

Qingyange and the small glutinous rice dumplings sat around the round table, eating their meals harmoniously.

Qingyange looked at the two huge dark circles hanging on the face of the little glutinous rice dumpling, and asked with some distress: "Zijin, what's wrong with you? It's not getting better."

The little glutinous rice dumpling gnawed two mouthfuls of food, looked up at Qingyange, pouted and said, "Auntie... I don't want to be the emperor anymore!"

"Who bullied you?" Qingyange looked distressed, stretched out her finger and scratched the tip of the little glutinous rice dumpling's nose.

The little glutinous rice dumpling shed tears before saying a word, and the big tears, like crystal clear pearls, kept falling down.

Qingyange quickly wiped the face of the little glutinous rice dumpling with a handkerchief, hugged him into his arms, and said in a warm voice: "Zijin, what's wrong with you, who bullied you? Or who doesn't want you to be emperor, so in your favor Chewing your tongue?"

The little glutinous rice dumpling clung tightly to Qingyange's arms and began to cry loudly. He stammered and said, "No... no one bullied me... aunt... I'm too stupid to go to court every morning. I always dozed off when I was there, and I couldn't understand what they were saying at all... I don't want to memorize those scriptures every day... woo woo woo."

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi was heartbroken in pain.

Qing Yange patted Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's back, and said softly: "Zijin is serious."

"Really, I just want to stay by my aunt's side, I don't want to be the emperor that the Taifu said everyone admires!" Xiao Nuomi Duanzi replied without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)