Chapter 107

"I just watched a little bit. I woke up and couldn't fall asleep, so I watched for a while."

"Not at all, it's just a waste of energy," Qu Duan frowned, "You usually teach me, but I forget what you say when it comes to me. Don't watch it."

Emperor Chongzhao: "Okay, okay, I won't read it."

Qu Dubian stared at him for a while, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Emperor Chongzhao secretly thought: "I really don't want to watch it!"

Qu Dubian turned his back and sat on the footstool under the bed, lowered his head, and wiped his eyes fiercely with his sleeve: "Don't let anything happen to you, otherwise there will be no one to protect me in the future."

Emperor Chongzhao: "Okay, I'm getting better."

He felt something was wrong, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why did I become the one coaxing you?"

Qu Duan turned his head and said, "You were wrong in the first place."

His eyes were red, like a little rabbit. Emperor Chongzhao was in a trance for a moment. He hadn't seen Xiaoqi cry like this for a long time.

I have the impression that he seldom cried. He only made a fuss in my arms when he was sick as a child.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the little kid who he thought would not survive has grown up to this size now. Time is truly unforgiving.

Emperor Chongzhao touched his head and said, "I am indeed getting older."

Qu Watanabe: "I don't dislike you just because you're old."

Emperor Chongzhao: “…”

Qu Watanabe: "Being old doesn't mean you don't live long. If people call you an old thing, you should work hard to live to 200 years old and become the oldest old thing."

Emperor Chongzhao was a little angry, but he couldn't help wanting to laugh.

"You little bastard, why are you cursing me in a roundabout way?"

Qu Watanabe: "If you can live to be 200 years old, even if you beat me up every day, I will still say 'old thing' every day. This is a blessing."

Emperor Chongzhao: “What a twisted theory!”

"If you say it's a fallacy, then it's a fallacy," Qu Dubian handed him the stack of papers, about eight or nine sheets, "It's a summary, so you must strictly follow it."

"What's this?"

Emperor Chongzhao flipped through them and found that each one was marked with a serial number, nine in total, from 1 to 9.

The first one is the general outline of health preservation, the second one is a regular schedule, and the third to sixth ones are diet and exercise plans for regulating the body.

He said dissatisfiedly: "You want to control me."

Qu Watanabe: "No, Your Majesty, it's up to you, I'm just giving it to you."

Emperor Chongzhao: “…”

The word "Your Majesty" had already come out, how could he not know that this guy was getting angry again? Who was he being sarcastic about?

His brows were furrowed and knotted. He said, "Let the imperial doctors take a look. If they think it's okay, I'll give it a try."

Qu Watanabe seemed to want to say something, but in the end he kept silent.

He coughed a few times, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse. Qu Dubian loosened his collar and said, "Eunuch Yu, help me pour some water. I'm thirsty."

"Hey, I'll be right there."

Emperor Chongzhao noticed the scratch marks on Qu Dubian's neck. His eyes narrowed and he reached out to grab the edge of his collar, "Let me see."

Qu Dubian raised his hand to cover it, "It's okay."

Emperor Chongzhao then realized that his sleeves were tied tightly. Who would dress like this in the middle of summer?

His tone became solemn: "Let me see!"

He forcibly rolled up Qu Watanabe's sleeves and unbuttoned his collar.

There were scratches all over his chest and arms, one on top of another, and the skin was broken in some places.

"rubella?"

Qu Watanabe: "I told you it's okay, it's just itchy."

He straightened his sleeves and collar.

Emperor Chongzhao was silent for a while, "You are still sick, go back quickly, are you taking care of me here, or am I taking care of you?"

Qu Dubian was not pretentious at all. He left when he was told to. He clapped his hands and stood up.

"Okay, Dad, you said you didn't choose a good time to wake up. It's late at night. I'm so sleepy."

Emperor Chongzhao threw his pillow over and said, "Get out of here!"

Qu Dubian ran away.

I ran into the Second Prince, who was standing outside the palace with a tray of snacks, "Xiao Qi?"

Qu Dubian said hello: "Good night, second brother, I'll go home first."

The second prince smiled and said, "Okay."

Qu Dubian held Yi Dian Bai's hand, said goodbye to Eunuch Bao, and returned to the prince's residence.

Inside the palace.

Emperor Chongzhao ate some of the Second Prince's snacks and asked Imperial Physician Yang to come over.

"Look, these are all written by Xiao Qi. Will it work if I follow them?"

Doctor Yang took it and looked at it, then exclaimed, "This... The Seventh Prince had already started writing. I thought he was writing it for himself, but it turned out to be for you?"

Emperor Chongzhao was startled: "Has he started writing a long time ago?"

Doctor Yang: "Yes, he asked me a lot of questions. On the day you fell ill, the Seventh Prince asked me how you were doing. Because he had a severe rash at the time and had a fever, he couldn't be exposed to the wind. I told him not to go out. If you have any questions, just ask me."

So that's how it is...

But Xiaoqi said nothing.

He becomes like a mute when you do something that touches or pleases him, but he will talk a lot about anything that can make him angry, and he has to do it to see him jump to his feet.

If it were another son, the situation would probably be the other way around.

Emperor Chongzhao said: "My love for him is not in vain."

The second prince, who had just been sent away and was walking to the screen, paused slightly when he heard this, and then left the room.

-

Qu Dubian walked on the road, calmly recalling the scenes that just happened in the Zichen Palace.

There was no trace of pretended tears in her eyes.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but pat his arms and thighs hard.

I want to use all my strength to knock out or numb the itch on my body.

There are three levels of urticaria: level one, level two, and level three. After level two is over, level three begins. He plans to get through it all in one go, now that he's used to the itching.

It's really torturous.

After returning to Pingguiyuan, in addition to Ye Xiaoyuan, the fifth prince was also there.

Qu Watanabe: "Fifth brother?"

The Fifth Prince: "You're back?" He looked hesitant, "Fifth Brother has something to tell you."

"good."

Qu Duan invited him into the house, "Fifth brother, what would you like to drink?"

The fifth prince shook his head: "Xiao Qi, we are not an ordinary family."

Qu Watanabe had a meal.

The fifth prince said seriously, "Perhaps you don't like to hear it. After all, your father loves you the most, but he is still the emperor. If you give your true heart, you may be hurt and bleed one day."

Xiao Qi values ​​friendship, and there is something about him that makes people attractive, so even the Sixth Prince, who hates to be scolded the most, can patiently listen to him.

But no matter how affectionate you are, or how sincere you are to others, you should not give your true heart to your father.

He didn't want to see that day.

Before saying this, the Fifth Prince hesitated for a long time.

Because Xiao Qi is different from him, perhaps the father in his impression is a father who loves him, and he just touched his father's cold blood early on, so he erected a barrier in his heart.

Qu Dubian poured him a cup of hot water, raised his eyes and smiled: "I know."

Seeing that he was not angry, the Fifth Prince breathed a sigh of relief.

Qu Watanabe: "Fifth brother, thank you."

The Fifth Prince: “You’re welcome.”

He came here just to say these few words. After he finished speaking, he did not stay long. After drinking the water, he left Pingguiyuan.

Qu Dubian sat at the table, poured himself a cup, and slowly moistened his throat.

No one knows whether there was any sincerity in his performance towards Emperor Chongzhao.

Just as the love that Emperor Chongzhao showed for him, no one knew how much sincerity there was in it.

Emotions derived from calculations and speculations, falsehood and truth, cannot be measured.

-

Emperor Chongzhao's illness recurred repeatedly.

He got better in the summer, but fell ill twice again in the fall. Each time it took about three to five days to recover. The deeper the fall got, the more he felt as if a chill was creeping into his body.

Inside the martial arts training ground.

Qu Du was beating a simple homemade drum set while directing Emperor Chong Zhao: "Yes, raise your arms and legs."

"Oh, Dad, you're not as good as Concubine Liang. Don't look down on square dancing. Our dance is very exciting."

"If you practice square dance that incorporates the Five Animals Exercises more and sweat more, your illness will go away."

"Don't be shy, twist it."

There were only Emperor Chongzhao and a few palace maids who took care of him in the martial arts arena, and Eunuch Yu was trying to hold back his laughter.

Qu Watanabe: "Just follow Su Mama's example and learn from her. Then when the Queen dances in the square, you will be able to follow her, right?"

Emperor Chongzhao twisted his arms and legs, panting with exhaustion, "Do they usually jump down like this? It's so tiring!"

Qu Dubian complained in his heart, don't underestimate the physical strength of the ladies who love sports.

After the exercise, Emperor Chongzhao sat down next to him, wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and drank the ointment soup prepared by the Imperial Hospital to replenish qi and blood.

He exercised here and found that it was indeed helpful. Combined with the nutritional supplements, he slept much better at night.

"I heard that Concubine Xuan and Concubine Guo want to choose a prince consort for Zhiyi?"

Qu Watanabe: “Well, yes.”

But my sister doesn't want to do that. She doesn't have that idea at all now, and she doesn't want to find a man to be with her.

Emperor Chongzhao: "I will ask the painter to go to Youerlang's house and paint their son so that Zhiyi can choose one."

Qu Dubian looked at him for a moment, and suddenly said, "Dad, it's enough to have Aunt Xiang as the one to marry, right?"

"Marriage is a means of dividing and controlling the northern border," Emperor Chongzhao said. "Ah Xiang did a great job, avoiding many conflicts and casualties. Now that the northern border is stable, I have no plans to marry Zhiyi there again."

He raised his eyebrows and flicked Qu Watanabe's forehead with his fingers: "Besides, there are also daughters of the royal family. How can they marry the emperor's daughter every time? Wouldn't that just increase the appetite of the Northern Frontier? Are you worried that I will marry Zhiyi there?"

Qu Dubian could tell that his adoptive father still wanted to continue the marriage strategy.

"Father, would you like to issue an order?"

Emperor Chongzhao snorted, "I have said what I have said. How can I make an order casually? If I do it casually, what will happen?"

Qu Dubian tried to persuade Emperor Chongzhao for a long time, but he still did not agree, probably because he felt it would involve too much trouble.

Seeing that he was about to get angry if he continued talking about it, Qu Dubian had to put it aside for the time being and bring it up later.

He returned to Shunning Palace and told Emperor Chongzhao what he meant. Concubine Guo finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped urging the fifteen-year-old Zhiyi to choose a prince consort. She could finally calm down and learn math.

Upward.

Because Emperor Chongzhao's energy declined, the issue of establishing a crown prince, which had been suppressed, was brought up again.

Between the First Prince's Party and the Third Prince's Party, there is the silent Second Prince's Party.

The Third Prince's party also had complaints.

The third prince has been married for a long time and has many concubines in his house, so why doesn’t he have any children?

Without offspring, the country is unstable. When they fight with the eldest prince's party, they are much less confident.

Winter.

The third prince invited an expert in internal medicine from another place to come home under the pretext of examining the health of his wife.

But it was not for the Third Prince's wife to see, but for him to see.

The result is weak yang, and you need to take nourishing medicine.

The third prince locked himself in his room for a day, and after coming out, he took medicine.

They told the public that it was just a cold winter day, and ordered everyone who knew about it not to tell anyone.

"Especially you," the third prince said to his wife, "drink some nourishing tonics to nourish your body. When I am well again, we can have children."

This matter must not be known to outsiders. Father would never allow a prince with health problems to inherit the throne. If this matter were to be spread, the power he had accumulated with great difficulty would probably be destroyed in an instant.

After all, who would want to pursue a future with a hopeless prince?

The Third Prince's Consort: "Yes, I know."

The Third Prince: "I believe you won't say anything nonsense, but I don't believe others."

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

The third prince ordered his men to send the expert in internal medicine home and killed the doctor on the way to prevent future trouble.

-

The following year.

Late spring.

The third prince's wife is pregnant and has been pregnant for more than a month.

The Third Prince's party rest assured.

When the fetus was six months old, the imperial physician examined the baby's pulse and said it might be a boy, which was good news.

The third prince always smiled when he met people and took good care of the third prince's wife.

The fifth prince also successfully left the palace and established his own residence.

It was August, and the weather was clear and crisp. Emperor Chongzhao was ready to relax for a rare moment, so he issued an edict:

Half a month later, the autumn hunting was held at Lanlin Paddock.

A grand gathering of hunter and hunted.