390, stabilizing the situation
390, stabilizing the situation
A night passed.
When he felt the temperature of the child in his arms subside, he reached out to check the child's breathing. When he was sure that the child was still breathing, Lu Mingfei slowly exhaled.
This kid made it through.
After touching the child's skinny face, he felt more sympathy and pity for the child.
"I don't know whether it's right or wrong to keep you."
"But no matter what, I hope you can survive and grow up."
The child was so young that Lu Mingfei was reminded of his younger brother when he was little. In his eyes, no matter what his status was, the child was just a three-year-old.
Although they knew the dangers of raising a tiger, they couldn't take the child's life now because of the danger in the future. Since the child survived, it proved that the child was not destined to die.
Later...the future is still a long way off.
Lu Mingfei believed that this child would not be raised crooked in his hands, unless this child was born crooked.
But even if the child is born crooked, once the child falls into his hands, he will straighten the child back to normal.
Thinking of the many things he had to deal with outside, he lay on the bed for a while, then carefully took away the child's hand that was grabbing his clothes and slowly sat up.
He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, then wrapped the child in the quilt.
“Knock knock—”
Hearing the knock on the door, Lu Mingfei whispered "wait a moment", then picked up the clothes hanging on the rack and put them on, walked over, opened the door, and went out.
Seeing that Doctor Su was also waiting outside, he briefly explained the child's condition to Doctor Su and then left.
He returned to his room, washed up briefly, put on his court robes, went out to the small hall to eat something to fill his stomach, and then walked out.
The carriage stopped in the yard waiting for him to go out.
"grown ups!"
He hadn't slept much after staying up half the night, and he nearly fell down when he got on the carriage. Fortunately, the guard beside him reached out and helped him up in time, preventing his head from hitting the carriage.
"I'm fine." Lu Mingfei helped the guard get on the carriage, bent down and sat down inside. He reached out again, took a food box and put it into the carriage, then said to the people outside, "Let's go."
"Yes, sir."
The guard outside responded and drove out in a carriage.
Following behind were the accompanying guards, riding on horseback.
When he arrived at the palace and saw Zhao Lang, he knew that this man had also stayed up all night without sleep.
"I brought you some food. Please eat something first." He said to the man.
Although the palace had imperial chefs, not all of them were in the palace, and many risks remained. To prevent anyone from tampering with the food, all of Zhao Lang's meals were prepared in their mansion and then sent to the palace.
Although a long time had passed, Lu Mingfei had not forgotten the incident when Zhao Lang was poisoned. When it came to Zhao Lang's safety, he would rather be cautious than see Zhao Lang suffer an accident at this critical moment.
They had finally come this far, and he hoped they could go further in the future.
"Okay." Zhao Lang grabbed Lord Lu's hand and touched it.
Meeting the young man's gaze, he knew why Lu Mingfei was worried and cautious.
"Come and eat. I asked the chef in the mansion to make clay pot rice. Eating rice will make you feel more full." Lu Mingfei pulled his hand free and put the food box on the table.
He opened the lid with his own hands, took out a clay pot from inside and placed it on the table.
Because there is a charcoal stove at the bottom of the food box, the rice inside is still hot when the lid of the clay pot is opened.
Zhao Lang saw that there was only one serving of rice, so he asked Lord Lu, who was still standing, "Only one serving?"
"I've eaten. This is yours." Lu Mingfei took out a spoon from the box for the man to eat with, and then brought out a bowl of soup from the bottom layer.
Hearing this, Zhao Lang sat down to eat. However, he still placed the first spoonful of rice and meat he scooped up to the young man's mouth first.
Lu Mingfei took a look and opened his mouth to eat it.
While Zhao Lang was eating, the two of them chatted about some matters concerning the court and some future arrangements.
Because the incident happened suddenly, the little emperor's sudden "death" was not part of their plan, at least not now.
But now that things have happened, they can only seize this opportunity and go with the flow.
In fact, compared to the court officials, Lu Mingfei was more worried about what Prince Ding would think and do after he learned about the situation in Kyoto Prefecture and knew that his son had become emperor.
However, Zhao Lang told him not to worry.
Then he heard Zhao Lang say, "I have already sent someone to deliver a letter to my father. I believe that once he receives the message, it will soon reach Kyoto Prefecture."
"If he wants this position, I will give it to him. From now on, you and I will stay away from the court and travel around the world. Are you willing?" In fact, when it comes down to it, Zhao Lang doesn't want to fight with his father. He is willing to take a step back, but he doesn't know whether his father can accept it.
Lu Mingfei knew that what Zhao Lang said next was a joke.
Because if Prince Ding became the emperor, he would not necessarily spare the life of his son Zhao Lang, let alone the lives of the regent's close ministers.
When it comes to the throne, success has always been a matter of death. By then, it would be almost certain that the two of them will wander around the underworld.
However, even though he knew Zhao Lang was joking, he was still willing to believe it and agree: "Of course, I am willing. As long as you are with me, I can go anywhere."
"There's a vast expanse of land on the other side of the ocean. If we can't survive on this land, we can go to the other side of the ocean." Lu Mingfei thought that if they couldn't survive here, they could just move to a new place and establish their own territory. Perhaps they could even establish a new kingdom on another piece of land.
Of course, the premise is that they can leave here alive.
Zhao Lang was very interested in what Lord Lu had said about the land on the other side of the sea. However, there were officials waiting to see him outside, so he had to put the matter aside for the time being, thinking about having a good chat with Lord Lu later.
***
On the morning of that day, two new notices were posted at the city gate. The first notice was an obituary of the little emperor's death; the second notice stated that the regent would have full authority and responsibility for the government.
This is equivalent to telling the world that the little emperor is dead and will be succeeded by the regent.
For a while, the people in Kyoto Prefecture were discussing this matter privately. However, no one dared to discuss it openly. After all, such matters should be discussed in a low voice.
Because the little emperor was still young and not really dead, Zhao Lang announced that everything should be kept simple regarding the little emperor's funeral.
Of course, apart from Lu Mingfei, Zhao Lang, the guards in the Lu Mansion and Doctor Su, no one outside knew that the little emperor was not dead.
Although a new person sat on the dragon throne, the court and Kyoto Prefecture remained the same as before and there was no chaos.
Even because the city's guards were strengthened, the order in the city was better than before.
The only difference is that Prime Minister Wan was imprisoned in the dungeon and has not been released yet.
After Prime Minister Wan was arrested, the officials who used to follow him became as obedient as quails and no longer dared to cause trouble.
This is also a good thing for them.
After they took control of the situation in Kyoto Prefecture, Zhao Lang took over the government affairs, and Lu Mingfei was also busy.
Not only is he busy outside, but he also has to take care of the children when he gets home.
The child he brought home that day survived the brink of death and woke up.
However, perhaps it was because the fever was too severe, but a few days after the child woke up, he found that the child seemed to have forgotten everything that happened in the past and regarded him as the closest person.
Moreover, the child is very recognizable and sticks to him very much. He has become dependent on him and only recognizes him as his father and no one else.
This child has a soft personality. Even if he wants to cry, he doesn't dare to cry loudly. He can only hide in the quilt and sob quietly. It's a very pitiful cry.
It was precisely because of this that Lu Mingfei felt even more sorry for the child.
He is busy outside during the day, and only when he returns home at night does he have time to spend time with the child and comfort him.
So, when Zhao Lang returned to the residence of his master Lord Lu after being busy in the palace for a few days, he found someone lying on the bed where he and Lord Lu slept.
"Why is he here?" When Zhao Lang saw a person lying on Lord Lu's bed, even though it was just a three-year-old child, he was immediately filled with jealousy.
"Yangyang's health has just improved, and he is very attached to me, so I had to leave him in the room to sleep with me." Lu Mingfei didn't expect Zhao Lang to come back at this time. It was already very late, and he had already lay down on the bed.
When he saw Zhao Lang's eyes, he felt as if he had cheated on someone in the house and was caught in bed by this guy. He was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
He briefly told Zhao Lang about the child's situation.
But after hearing what he said, the man said, "He must be faking it!"
"Send him away immediately! I won't let you leave him here!"
“…” Lu Mingfei didn’t think a three-year-old child could pretend to be so arrogant, unless the child was reborn like him.
If that was the case, there was no way he couldn't see it at all.
Seeing Zhao Lang making a fuss and insisting on throwing the child out, he immediately pressed his forehead with a headache and said, "Be quiet and don't wake him up."
"Hmm..." Perhaps because they were talking too loudly, the sleeping child let out an unhappy whimper and rolled back into his arms, his two little hands still holding him tightly.
"..." Zhao Lang's face suddenly darkened.
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