Great Chu.
Regent's Palace.
The courtyard was filled with smoke and there were continuous coughing sounds:
“Ahem… ahem…”
Bai Jinyi took a fan and fanned the stove. The thick black smoke choked his eyes, and mixed with the strong smell of medicine, it was even more choking.
The yard was filled with five or six shelves and more than a dozen baskets of various medicinal herbs.
Since that day when Chu Dichi gave the order, he had been reading all kinds of medical books and texts, and the only thing left was to bury himself in a pile of medicine.
"Doctor Bai, please take a rest." The maidservant wiped away the cigarette and coughed a few times.
Bai Jinyi choked:
"Have you packed up all the herbs I prepared?"
"Each bag is packed separately."
"That's good."
Although he didn't know whether these prescriptions were effective, he had to hurry up and try them one by one.
The maid helped Bai Jinyi to rest first.
Behind the wall.
A black head popped out from the wall.
Chu Li looked at the medicinal herbs in the yard suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
This courtyard is relatively remote, and there are few servants coming here on weekdays. If it weren't for the sudden sight of thick smoke, no one would have known that Bai Jinyi was getting medicinal herbs here.
If you want to deal with medicinal herbs, just deal with them. Why are you hiding them and doing it secretly?
etc!
She suddenly remembered the day at the General's Mansion when the Emperor's uncle said that the Eighth Brother was "not capable" and asked Doctor Bai to help get some medicine.
Got it.
These medicines are for Eighth Brother to replenish his body.
When Chu Li walked in, he saw several prescriptions on the shelf. Each prescription was wrapped separately, tied with a rope, and already prepared.
He hooked his finger and lifted it up.
Enter the palace.
Since ascending the throne, the national affairs have not yet entered a stable trend. Chu Aotian is very busy every day, so Chu Li goes directly to Jiang Wan.
The ceremony of enthroning the queen has not yet been held, but Jiang Wan is already living in the central palace. Everything is done according to the standards for the queen, except for the ceremony of enthroning her.
"Auntie."
Jiang Wanli is very thoughtful.
"There's no outsider here, so no need to be polite." Chu Li smiled mysteriously and took out several prescriptions of medicine.
"This is……"
"This is a medicine specially prepared by Doctor Bai, specifically for the emperor to drink, to nourish and replenish his body. He is very busy with official duties, so you have to pay more attention to it."
Chu Li patted the back of Jiang Wan's hand with a smile. He didn't explain the effect of the medicine, but that meaningful expression made Jiang Wan's cheeks turn red instantly, as if he had touched a hot potato.
this……
this……
"Aunt, the emperor is not feeling unwell... this medicine..."
"Even if you don't believe in Dr. Bai's medical skills, don't you still believe in me? Just accept it. I'm doing this for your own good."
The eighth prince is so young, but he has become a coward.
How can this go on?
He’s only twenty years old!
When the emperor’s uncle was in his early twenties, he was ten times more powerful than him.
Jiang Wan held the medicine, his face red as if blood was dripping out, and he responded in a low voice, his head almost buried in the ground:
"Since it's a gift from the Imperial Aunt, I'll accept it."
"Then I feel relieved."
Chu Li smiled and then strode away.
After getting the medicine, Jiang Wan ordered the palace maid to cook it.
Imperial study.
"Lord Zhang, I know you are an old minister, but I really cannot make the decision on the matter of conferring a title on your son... Woohoo, Lord Zhang, you don't know my difficulties. I am also working for the Regent!"
Chu Aotian held the hand of an old minister, his eyes filled with tears, and said sincerely:
"How about I ask the Regent to make the decision on this matter?"
Mr. Zhang is an old man in his seventies. When he heard this, he waved his hand hurriedly:
“Well… forget it then…”
Chu Aotian looked determined:
"It can't be forgotten. Lord Zhang has devoted his entire life to the Great Chu. I must invite the Regent here."
"No, no... Your Majesty's kindness is too great for me to accept... I will take my leave first!"
"Zhang Aiqing is leaving just like that? Eh... Zhang Aiqing?"
Lord Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurried away.
He had been in the court for his entire life, without making any mistakes or outstanding achievements. He just earned a salary and was well-known every year.
I thought that the new emperor would be easy to control after he ascended the throne, as he was soft-hearted, tolerant and casual. After all, when he was still the eighth prince, he was a very weak person.
Unexpectedly, he brought out the Regent.
Now that the Regent has arrived, how dare he stand there?
The eunuch came to report: "Your Majesty, Master Zhang has gone far away."
Chu Aotian raised his eyelids slightly, looked outside, and made sure that the person was gone. Then he flicked his sleeves, leaned back in the chair, and crossed his legs.
Since ancient times, only those who have made great achievements and made huge contributions to the country have the opportunity to be granted a title.
For example, Master Jiang.
Tutor Jiang had given birth to many children throughout his life and was highly respected. He also saved his life, so he posthumously conferred the title of marquis on him.
But this Lord Zhang has been living a life of idleness and waiting for death in the court all his life. When there is nothing to do, he goes to court and muddles through the days. When something happens, he pretends to be deaf and dumb. He is of no use at all.
The only thing I can mention is the long service period.
Do you think that you can ask for a title for your son just because you have a long service period?
Do you really think he's stupid?
"Your Majesty, the Queen is here." At this time, another eunuch came to report.
Chu Aotian's eyes lit up slightly. After a busy day of government affairs, he finally regained some energy: "Please come in!"
Jiang Wan entered.
"I pay my respects to His Majesty."
"No need to be so polite, evening."
Jiang Wan walked forward with a smile, accompanied by a palace maid carrying a food box.
"What delicious food did Wanwan bring to me?"
"I am worried that Your Majesty is too busy with official duties to take good care of his body, so I have ordered someone to cook a bowl of nourishing ginseng soup. Your Majesty may want to drink it before you get busy."
Jiang Wan opened the food box and scooped a small bowl.
She boiled the medicine sent by Chu Li into a thick soup and cooked it together with ginseng soup. The taste of the soup cleverly masked the taste of the medicine and there was not a single bitter taste.
"Your Majesty, please try it."
Chu Aotian brought it over, took a sip, smacked his lips, and then took two more sips.
It’s thick and warm, and much more delicious than the soup stewed by Empress Dowager Xin.
"Another bowl please."
Finish drinking.
"Another bowl please."
"Your Majesty, this is a little too detailed."
"No problem. If you drink too much, I, the emperor, can just go to the toilet a few more times."
Chu Aotian drank three and a half bowls in a row, and suddenly he felt refreshed and warm all over. He picked up the red pen to mark the memorials, and finished all of them in one breath without feeling tired.
I feel even more energetic when I go to bed at night.
Holding Jiang Wan in my arms, I was being coy and making lots of small movements, and I couldn't sleep all night.
"Your Majesty, are you not going to rest yet?"
"I feel very energetic. I feel like I can plow two acres of land in one breath."
He rustled out from under the quilt and soon climbed onto Jiang Wan, his eyes bright and sparkling like beads.
Jiang Wan's cheeks flushed slightly: "Your Majesty, we have to attend the court early tomorrow, please take care of your health."
"well."
Wanwan is really a good queen.
She has a gentle character, is well-educated, knows her limits, and knows when to advance and retreat. She always advises and guides him in many areas, which makes him feel at ease and gives him a feeling of being cared for.
He likes this feeling.
A man remains a boy until he dies.
"Then I won't do anything, just touch it."
Chu Aotian hugged Jiang Wan tightly with curiosity, kneading her into a round shape, flattening her face, and then pinching her into an isosceles triangle.
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