Chapter 217 I'm afraid I won't be able to get better in this lifetime
Gu Siqing specifically emphasized that she and Chi Hongyuan were just doing business. From what she had just heard in the lobby when Chi Hongyuan said that she often came to Zuixianlou, she knew that this person was deliberately waiting for her here. The monk can run away, but the temple cannot.
"Mr. Liu, you sound a little strange. If we hadn't met by chance today, it would be very difficult to see you on a normal day."
Chi Hongyuan looked at Gu Siqing deeply. She was not stupid and could tell what he meant. Gu Siqing was speechless for a moment.
"Your Highness, aren't you very busy? How dare I disturb you?" Just as Gu Siqing finished speaking, music from the stage downstairs came and the play began.
Chi Hongqi held his chin, looked down from the stands, and said with a smile: "It's The Tale of White Snake, which tells the story of an infatuated man and a resentful woman."
Chi Hongyuan and Gu Siqing's faces changed when they heard the words, and they cursed Chi Hongqi inwardly, saying that he was just a fool and a resentful woman, and that they were just talking nonsense.
"A-choo!" Chi Hongqi sneezed suddenly and looked around in confusion, thinking that the weather was not cold today.
Because of Chi Hongqi's unintentional words, the atmosphere between Chi Hongyuan and Gu Siqing became inexplicably awkward.
Before the performance of "The Legend of the White Snake" was finished, Gu Siqing stood up and said goodbye, saying it was getting late.
Chi Hongyuan had no reason to stop her, so he could only let her go. The play on the stage was still going on, but the person he cared about was no longer in front of him.
Chi Hongqi walked to the window, raised his hand to push open the window and looked down: "Is this Mr. Liu Miss Gu?"
His voice brought Chi Hongyuan back to his senses: "You have a sharp eye. You can recognize this."
Chi Hongyuan recalled that he realized that Gu Siqing and Liu Suifeng were the same person because of the talent show.
"I was a little unsure at first, but Miss Gu's temperament is actually very distinct. This Mr. Liu is a little cold and aloof. If you don't look at this face, the two are exactly the same."
Chi Hongqi is very good at identifying people. Gu Siqing should be thankful that she doesn't have much contact with Chi Hongqi, otherwise he would be able to see through her disguise in just a few days.
"Ninth brother likes Miss Gu?" Or is it for the Xiangfu? Chi Hongqi didn't say the second half of the sentence.
No matter how close the relationship between the two brothers was, Chi Hongqi would never say such offensive words.
"How can the fallen flowers follow the flowing water with intention, but the flowing water is ruthless." Chi Hongyuan poured wine by himself. What's the point of liking her? Inadvertent means inadvertent.
Chi Hongyuan didn't want to think about Gu Siqing's estrangement from him. He somewhat regretted asking her if she wanted to marry him that day.
But once words are spoken, they are out and there is no possibility of taking them back.
Chi Hongyuan's methods of winning over people in the court were flexible and tactful, and he was also courteous to those who originally supported the second and fourth princes. He was clear about rewards and punishments in handling state affairs, which was admirable.
The number of people supporting him increased day by day, but the emperor's health was getting worse.
Between the emperor and Chi Hongyuan, one is the setting sun, while the other is the rising sun.
"Your Majesty has not looked well lately. Have you asked the imperial physician to treat you? Your Majesty's health is the blessing of all the people. Please take good care of yourself."
At the morning court session that day, Prime Minister Yin saw that the emperor looked even worse than himself, and he couldn't help feeling worried.
"I don't want you to worry about me at your age." The emperor held the handle of the dragon throne. He was wearing heavy court robes and a crown on his head. He could only sit up by holding the armrest.
"The director of the Imperial Hospital takes my pulse every day and says that I am just overworked and lack energy. I just need to be careful and take good care of myself." The emperor's face was hidden behind the gilded crown, making it impossible to see his expression.
But his tone was weak, and even the officials standing at the end of the hall could hear the emperor's weakness. It didn't take much thought to understand that the emperor was lying.
"That's good. Your Majesty, please take good care of yourself. The people of Yue are counting on you."
Prime Minister Yin is a veteran of two dynasties, and his loyalty to the King of Yue is unquestionable.
Over the years, although Prime Minister Yin and the emperor occasionally disagreed, the emperor knew that he was a loyal minister.
"I remember what the old prime minister said..." Before the emperor finished his words, a gust of autumn wind blew into the hall. The emperor opened his mouth to speak but was choked by the wind and immediately started coughing.
In fact, it was just choking by the wind, which was not a big deal. However, the emperor's body was already at the end of his strength, and his coughing became more and more severe. The court officials immediately realized that something was wrong.
"Quickly call the imperial physician!" Chi Hongyuan shouted in a deep voice to the outside of the hall. As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor coughed and vomited blood.
Blood was spit out on the dragon robe. Li Dequan exclaimed: "Your Majesty is coughing up blood! Call the imperial physician immediately!"
Because the emperor coughed up blood in front of the palace, all the civil and military officials were in chaos. In the end, it was Chi Hongyuan who calmed people's hearts and ordered everyone not to reveal a single word of what happened in the palace to avoid causing unrest.
After the emperor was sent back to his bedroom, he fell ill.
Since he fell ill, Concubine Rong visited the emperor in his bedroom every day and prepared tonic food for the emperor every day. Apart from her, the empress was the only one in the palace who cared for him so much.
In the emperor's view, the reason why the empress stayed by his side and took care of him every step of the way was because of her duty as the mother of a country. Concubine Rong could have not come, but she was so attentive to him.
"Your Majesty, I have been stewing this bowl of ginseng soup for a whole night. The palace maids are clumsy, so I am worried, so I personally watched it. I hope that after Your Majesty drinks it, you will get better soon."
On this day, Concubine Rong went to visit the emperor's bedroom as usual. When she brought out the medicine pot, the clear ginseng soup exuded a medicinal fragrance, which was not an unpleasant bitter smell.
"What did my beloved concubine put in the ginseng soup?" The emperor sat up with the help of Concubine Rong and asked curiously.
What was put in there? Of course it must be something unique in the world, Rong Fei thought.
"I added some herbs that don't destroy the medicinal properties but have a sweet aftertaste, so that the ginseng soup won't be bitter and will be easier to drink." Rong Fei handed the ginseng soup to the emperor. It had only been a few days since he fell ill, and the emperor had lost a lot of weight, his face was so thin that it was just skin and bones.
Rong Fei pinned the emperor's messy hair behind his ears and sighed softly, "Your Majesty has lost weight."
When she spoke, her eyes were full of heartache for the emperor. The emperor saw her feelings, and his originally gloomy mood became much brighter. After all, there was someone in the palace who really cared about him.
"Don't worry, my beloved concubine. I will surely get better soon as I have such careful care from you." The emperor held Rong Fei's hand, and they looked at each other and smiled.
When Rong Fei heard his last words, she just smiled and thought: Get better? I'm afraid I won't be able to do that in this lifetime.
The emperor looked at the smile on Rong Fei's face and felt a little dazed, as if he had returned to the time before the Rong family was executed. Rong Fei used to love to laugh, but after coming out of the cold palace, although she was gentle, she rarely laughed.
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