Sick Prince Rescue Plan

The handsome face of the past is no longer there, and white hair is faintly visible on the temples.

This once vigorous prince was finally flattened by the years and became old and sad.

The imperial concubine thought, her empty hand touched her still smooth and firm face, fortunately she was still young.

The emperor listened to the approaching footsteps, slowly opened his eyes, and saw that it was his concubine, his face looked better, "I haven't rested at this late?"

"Your Majesty hasn't set foot in the harem for a few days. You stay in the Imperial Study Room every day. Your concubine feels distressed about your body and can't sleep, so he deliberately stewed some soup. Your Majesty drank it while it was hot."

As she said, she put the food container on the table and opened the lid, and the scent of chicken soup floated out instantly.

The emperor's stomach grumbled.

He coughed slightly embarrassed, "Cough... I'm a little hungry."

The imperial concubine covered her lips and smiled: "That's just right, your majesty will try it soon."

She took out the porcelain cup, took a spoon and handed it to the emperor.

The emperor took a spoon, blew it, and took a sip, "Well, it tastes good, it still tastes old."

"Come, sit down."

He patted the vacant position of the dragon chair.

The imperial concubine was not polite with him, and sat down, leaning on his shoulder, "Your Majesty has worked hard."

The emperor put down the spoon and sighed, "No way, I am the emperor, and I have to be responsible to these people."

"Well, the concubine knows it, but your majesty don't be too tired. Some less important things should be left to the people below."

The emperor touched her hair, and said softly, "Isn't it something special now? There is no way for the people underneath."

Hearing this, the imperial concubine straightened up, "Isn't it rain-free? This is simple. Your Majesty opens an altar to sacrifice to the heavens. It's fine to take a form. When the time comes, the people will not say anything."

The emperor's eyes lit up, "Yeah, why didn't I think of it? Ai Concubine is a great idea!"

The imperial concubine glanced at him: "Your Majesty didn't expect it, but I just didn't think about how to do it."

"I didn't tease you, I really didn't expect it."

He squeezed his eyebrows, "Maybe I have been too tired recently and my head has become confused."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a pressing sensation on his head, with a moderate intensity, which relieved his headache.

"The concubine helps your majesty relax, and then go back to sleep, okay?"

The emperor leaned back, "Okay, listen to my concubine."

...

The next day, the emperor left Yunfu Palace in a refreshing manner, and raised the matter of offering sacrifices to the heavens in the morning. The ministers discussed for a while and also agreed to this method.

After all, the wind and rain are not human-controllable, and if nothing is done, the people's hearts will be turbulent. It is better to hold a ceremony to appease the people.

So the early dynasty became a discussion about how to hold the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens.

"Your Majesty, this matter should be sponsored by the Ministry of Etiquette. The national teacher is old and can no longer travel. It is time to choose another one."

The right phase suggested.

Zuo Xiang glanced at him: "Although the national teacher is very old, but his reputation is very good, he suddenly changed people and it was difficult to convince the crowd."

"Then what do you say? The national teachers are too old to go out. In case there is something wrong, this ceremony will not become a joke!"

The emperor was also worried about this, "I wonder if there is any other good way for Aiqing? Or who can take the place of the national teacher to preside over the ceremony?"

The prince pondered for a moment, and then went out and said: "Father, why don't you ask Master Zhuyou to temporarily take the post of national teacher?"

The emperor squinted his eyes: "Master Zhuyou..."