The Blessing of the Qi Nv of Transmigration

Chapter 120 The Emperor's Illness
After the emperor left, the topic became very feminine. It was nothing more than how to do the marriage, where to do it, how to arrange it when the natal family came to see the relatives, etc. Yang Feier answered them one by one, still thinking about Mrs. Zhang outside the palace gate. Waiting, can not help but feel a little impatient.

Concubine Sheng changed the topic, and said: "Miss Hu, the penicillin you discovered in your research is very effective for traumatic inflammation. I wonder if your research center is researching drugs for heart palpitations. It would be great if there is such a new drug."

Yang Feier said: "I don't know who used it?"

Concubine Sheng looked worried, and said, "It's none other than His Majesty."

Yang Feier said: "I don't know what symptoms His Majesty has?"

"Palpitation and shortness of breath, worse after exhaustion, heartache from time to time, when an attack occurs, the imperial doctor must be nearby to give acupuncture immediately, otherwise there will be life-threatening..." Concubine Sheng sighed, "It really makes people worry all the time... "

This is probably heart disease with angina pectoris. If modern medicine wants to make a diagnosis, it needs to do a series of examinations such as electrocardiogram, as well as observe the curative effect of nitroglycerin. It can be handed over to the research center as a subject, and he said: "Returning to your mother, if it is exactly what your mother said, as far as my little girl knows, there is indeed a prescription that can effectively relieve heartache attacks, but it has not been developed yet. It has been several years, but the imperial physician must have ordered all kinds of contraindications for this disease, I hope your majesty can urge His Majesty to follow the doctor's advice, and the most important thing is to reduce the attack."

Concubine Sheng immediately became interested when she heard the words, and asked: "Is there really an effective prescription? If you start researching, how many years will you have to wait?"

Yang Feier apologized: "Go back to your mother, the exact time is really uncertain, I can only say that there is hope."

Concubine Sheng couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, but it seemed a bit embarrassing for her to force someone to promise an experimental research that couldn't control the time, but she was a little bit unwilling in her heart, and she was a little bit at a loss for a while.

Xian Ge has been quietly listening to her mother talking to Yang Feier. It is the first time she has heard of her father's illness. On weekdays, she often goes out to play and often does not return for several months. No one has ever told her about it, let alone like The mother saw the emperor's illness with her own eyes.

Seeing that her mother was so worried about this, Xian Ge also became worried, and asked: "Xiu'er, is this disease very serious?"

Yang Feier looked at her, this is really a happy child, not to mention golden branches and jade leaves, but also deeply loved by her parents, she doesn't know the sufferings in the world, and only enjoys life with peace of mind, her life seems to be a dream.

What's the point of waking someone up from a sweet dream?
Yang Feier patted the back of her hand and comforted her: "When the disease doesn't flare up, it's like a normal person. Even if it flares up, don't worry about it. There are so many imperial doctors in the palace, it's fine. I will also urge my research center to speed up You don’t have to worry about developing that prescription.”

When Xian Ge heard this, she was somewhat relieved between doubts and doubts. The maids came up to refill tea, and replaced the fruit plate that had not been touched just now with a few plates of fresh melons and fruits. With great momentum, Yang Feier stood up and apologized: "Madam, princess, my little girl's aunt is still waiting outside..."

Concubine Sheng woke up suddenly from her trance, and said: "I'm so stupid, I forgot that Mrs. Zhang is still waiting outside, I should have let her come in with you just now... ah... you go quickly, autumn is cool , don’t catch the wind and cold.”

The maid took out a rainproof light green cloak for Yang Feier to put on, and sang: "Bring me one too." Then she also put on a pink cloak and sent Yang Feier a long Jubilee Palace.

Going straight to the last palace gate, Yang Feier repeatedly persuaded Xiange to stay and go back, while he went out alone.

Mrs. Zhang has been sitting in the carriage. Fortunately, the Zhang family's carriage is spacious and well-equipped. From the time Yang Feier got off the carriage to when she came back, Mrs. Zhang half-lyed in it and took a nap for a while. After waking up, he read the book for a while, thinking about Xiu'er's situation in the palace, but didn't read a few words, and felt that it was past lunch time.

Yang Feier apologized very much, but Mrs. Zhang didn't feel anything, she just asked repeatedly: "How is it? What is Concubine Sheng looking for you? Is there something embarrassing for you?"

Yang Feier smiled and said: "No, the emperor wanted to see me and asked about the situation of the barbarians. He left food and saw that it was raining outside. I was worried about my aunt, so I left."

Mrs. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "It's fine as long as it's fine, it's fine as long as it's fine..." Suddenly she thought of something, and said in a low voice: "The situation in the palace is complicated and confusing now, so don't have close friends with anyone, I know you You have a good relationship with Princess Xiange, but in Beijing, it's better to keep a distance, lest your uncle give someone a handle and make people divide the queue."

Although Yang Feier is not sensitive to politics, he is still a fan of ancient costume dramas, and he has watched many dramas such as the nine sons seizing the heir, so Mrs. Zhang clicked on it, and she understood without saying anything, and said: "Auntie , I save it, I will pay attention to it."

Reassured by this beautiful daughter-in-law, Mrs. Zhang nodded with a loving smile, and told the coachman to go home.

One afternoon, it rained intermittently and almost never stopped. She was not allowed to go out, and there was nothing left and right. Mrs. Zhang asked someone to drive a carriage to invite the wife of Jinzang from Quancheng Nunnery, and asked her to decide on a good day to get married. Yang Feier himself If you don't believe this, just sit by and watch the excitement.

But seeing the teacher in his 60s looking through the almanac for a long time, squinting his eyes and pinching his fingers, muttering in his mouth for a long time, he finally made a decision: twelfth lunar month 26!

December 26?Mrs. Zhang couldn't help being a little embarrassed, this is too close to the Chinese New Year!At that time, he was busy with things like sweeping the dust and worshiping the ancestors for the New Year, and it was hard to invite guests. Many of Zhang Shangshu's colleagues were afraid that they had already returned to the countryside for the New Year.

But that Mrs. Jinzang is also a stubborn person, and said: "Mrs. Zhang, since you have invited me to choose a date, you must believe me. Your daughter-in-law's fate is too high. , in the deepest part of winter, it is only possible to keep her. If not, it is hard to say whether it will become your Zhang family. How to pick me up, how to send me back."

Standing up tremblingly, he still muttered to himself: "This fate is not light, and you are blessed and blessed in your life. You can't see the immortals on the sea, and you will bring peach blossoms when you come..."

Mrs. Zhang knew the old nun's temper, so she didn't think it was strange, but had a headache that it was really difficult to set the wedding date, but she had to ask someone to confiscate 200 taels of silver and arrange the carriage and horses to send the old nun off.

200 taels? !This old nun earns more money than her. Yang Feier sat quietly beside him, looking elegant, but he was thinking about some things.

In the midst of a headache, Mrs. Zhang did not come to listen to the last few lines of the old nun's poem...

(End of this chapter)