Chapter 82: You Still Care About Me
Meng Yan had been a concubine for many years, but she had rarely seen Lu Haozhi sleeping.
No matter how crazy the lovemaking was the night before, Lu Haozhi would always get up on time the next day to attend court or discuss matters with court officials.
The king did not hold court early in the morning, which had never happened before with Lu Haozhi.
This is why the imperial censors criticized her for being rampant in the palaces and having no children for many years, but could not accuse her of seducing the emperor and disrupting the government.
However, the energetic and strong monarch fell ill overnight.
Looking at Lu Haozhi lying on the bed with a somewhat weak face, Meng Yan felt a little surprised.
When she was still with him, she would check his pulse from time to time and never found any chronic illness. How could he suddenly have heart palpitations?
What's more, even Xiahou Yu couldn't diagnose it.
Meng Yan has been studying medicine since she was young, and she is naturally curious about these difficult and complicated diseases. It's a pity that after entering the palace, she can no longer treat patients.
Seeing that Lu Haozhi was sleeping very soundly, she walked forward lightly and placed her hand on his pulse.
Upon checking, I found that his pulse was steady and there was nothing unusual except that he was a little uneasy.
Meng Yan was a little confused. If it was an acute illness, how could it disappear so quickly and without any trace?
She was about to withdraw her hand, but Lu Haozhi turned around and held her hand tightly.
Meng Yan was slightly surprised, then she calmly asked, "So the emperor is awake."
"I've been awake all the time."
Lu Haozhi opened his eyes, his dark eyes staring at her.
"If it weren't for this, you wouldn't have come."
Is he pretending to be sick?
As soon as this thought came to mind, Meng Yan suppressed it.
Lu Haozhi was not so bored that he pretended to be sick and caused a lot of trouble for a concubine.
"Since the Emperor is ill, he should rest well and stop doing these things."
As Meng Yan spoke, she tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly.
Even though he is sick, he still has so much energy.
"You are teaching me again."
Lu Haozhi grinned slightly, and blood actually seeped out of his dry lips.
When Meng Yan saw this, she turned around and saw a teapot and teacups on a small mahogany table beside the bed, so she wanted to break free and pour some water.
But Lu Haozhi held her tightly, so Meng Yan had no choice but to pour a bowl of water with one hand and hand it to his lips.
His temper is becoming more and more like that of a child.
Lu Haozhi turned sideways and drank the tea in one gulp from her hand, then lay down again and looked at her.
"So you still care about me."
Meng Yan whispered softly, "You are the emperor of the Great Zhou, and I am the imperial concubine of the Great Zhou. This is also my duty."
"Yan'er, do you really want to do this?"
Lu Haozhi spoke in a deep voice. The sudden severe pain in his heart last night made him still a little weak at this moment.
The onset of the illness was fierce and intense, nearly killing him with pain. Xiahou Yu was urgently summoned to the palace overnight for treatment, even using powerful painkillers like belladonna, but to no avail. Only at dawn did he gradually recover.
Thinking about it now, he still feels a lingering fear, but also feels a little weird.
He seemed to have felt this kind of heartache before, more than once, but since he could remember, he had never had such severe symptoms.
"Your Majesty, I am only acting according to my duty."
Meng Yan didn't know how to answer. She was becoming more and more confused about Lu Haozhi. She didn't know what he wanted or what he wanted to do.
"I'm already this sick, and you won't even say a nice word." Lu Haozhi moved towards her, his tone blaming her, "My illness is all caused by thinking about you."
This was half a joke, half serious.
Last night, he was thinking about her when severe pain came over him like a tide, interrupting his thoughts.
However, in the midst of her pain, Lu Haozhi was thinking that this time she couldn't hide in Baohua Palace anymore. When the emperor fell ill, according to custom, she had to come and take care of him.
Therefore, this morning he sent away all the concubines who were coming to take care of him and waited for her to arrive.
As expected, she appeared outside the Yangxin Palace.
He heard clearly the small commotion at the palace gate.
He had no idea when that damned Concubine Zhao had entered the palace. She had the audacity to contradict the Imperial Concubine in public; she deserved the punishment.
However, Lu Haozhi felt that one of her words was very right. He didn't want to see anyone except Yan'er.
Watching her serving him tea and water, Lu Haozhi felt that this illness was worth it.
Meng Yan was speechless. Lu Haozhi never liked to say such sweet words. Even when they were in a good relationship, he would just give her a lot of rewards or ask Rong An to give her some gifts as tokens of appreciation.
Xiahou Yu stepped into the inner hall with a bowl of medicine in his hand, and suddenly saw the beautiful figure that he had not seen for many days standing in front of the emperor's bed.
His mind was slightly disturbed and the medicine on the tray almost spilled out. He quickly picked it up again, calmed himself down, and stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the medicine is ready."
Xiahou Yu stepped forward and spoke respectfully, his thoughts hidden tightly.
Meng Yan turned her head and glanced at the bowl. With just a light sniff, she knew that dozens of calming and nourishing medicinal herbs were used in it, and the combination was appropriate. It was worthy of being the work of a famous chef.
However, this bowl of medicine can only be used for ordinary nourishment. No one knows what disease Lu Haozhi has at the moment, so no one can prescribe the right medicine.
Lu Haozhi frowned, "Put it there. I've already drunk several bowls of bitter water overnight. I've already..."
He wanted to say that everything was fine, but he swallowed the words back and glanced at Meng Yan.
If I say that I am well, will she retreat to Baohua Palace again?
Meng Yan seemed not to have heard it, and was staring at a mutton-fat jade vase next to her that was carved with a double dragon pattern.
Xiahou Yu advised, "Your Majesty, good medicine tastes bitter. Your illness is too severe. You must not be so shy about not seeing a doctor." Then he suddenly turned to Meng Yan and said, "I would like the Imperial Concubine to offer some advice."
Meng Yan was slightly startled and looked at Lu Haozhi, "Your Majesty, what the imperial physician Xiahou said is true. You should use the medicine while it's still hot."
Although she didn't know the root cause of his illness, the medicine prescribed by Xiahou Yu was very good. If he took it earlier, he might get better sooner, and she could leave this dangerous place sooner.
Lu Haozhi looked at her and smiled, "Then you come and serve me."
Meng Yan's eyes darkened slightly, and she turned to the palace servant standing beside her and ordered, "Bring me a spoon."
The palace maid brought the imperial gold-painted colorful porcelain spoon wrapped in a handkerchief, and Meng Yan picked up the medicine bowl and served Lu Haozhi the medicine.
Xiahou Yu looked at the scene in front of him, his heart seemed to twitch, his eyes dimmed, and he quietly retreated.
Stepping out of the Yangxin Palace, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if letting out all the depression in his heart.
She was a noble concubine, so it was natural for her to be intimate with the emperor.
Shouldn't he have understood this when he first received the news?
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