Chapter 327 Why are there so many weirdos?
On the way back in the carriage, the emperor lay comfortably with his head resting on An Jiu's legs, his hair crown was crooked and the curly hair on his head was flying around.
An Jiu held a strand of curly hair in her hand and swirled it around her finger, saying as she played with it, "Princess Duan is so generous. If it were another woman, she would definitely not be as indifferent as she is."
An Jiu felt that the most innocent person in the whole incident was Princess Duan.
However, the emperor thought An Jiu's approach was strange.
"Does not caring mean you are smart?"
An Jiu nodded.
A wise man does not fall in love and does not care about Prince Duan. She lives such a good life. If she cares about Prince Duan, she will definitely be disgusted by this matter for the rest of her life.
The emperor listened to her analysis and nodded.
【Xiaojiu is right.】
Pause.
He looked at An Jiu.
"So, do you care that there are so many people in my harem?"
Compared to just Prince Duan, the emperor has so many concubines in his harem, which should be many times more disgusting.
But Xiaojiu never...
That’s right…
The emperor sat up and stared at An Jiu.
【Why is she never jealous? 】
[Does Xiaojiu not care about me? ]
The more the emperor thought about it, the more he believed this to be true.
An Jiu listened to him thinking further and further away and couldn't help but remain speechless.
If she wants to care and be jealous, she has to get something to eat.
The emperor never went to the harem. When the concubines made him a snack, he disliked it because it choked his throat. When Defei brought him soup, he disliked that she looked like her father. When Shufei took the initiative, he disliked that she was too proactive. There was also the noble lady Mei who was killed by him...
What on earth is there that is worth her being jealous of?
And, the most crucial point is that, twenty-four hours a day, An Jiu has to accompany the emperor during the day and the tyrant at night. She is either reading memorials or going out to play. How could she be jealous?
There was a time when she felt like she was dying of exhaustion.
After An Jiu finished explaining, the emperor lay back down with peace of mind.
【So that's how it is.】
[I was scared to death. ]
I almost thought that Xiaojiu was just pretending to be nice to him.
As soon as we returned to Guanghua Palace, the Eighth Prince came and said he wanted to go back to the mountain.
"Why don't you stay in the capital to play?" asked the emperor.
The Eighth Prince shook his head and said seriously: "The capital is too scary. I'd rather stay in the mountains. Besides, I miss my mother too. I want to go see her."
The emperor agreed.
The eighth prince hesitated to speak.
The emperor was very patient with his younger brother.
"What's wrong?"
The Eighth Prince exhaled and whispered, "Brother, Fifth Brother is not in good condition."
He looked like he was about to cry, he was very sad.
"I'm going back to the mountain to pray for him."
The emperor was startled, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Go, and pray for me too."
The Eighth Prince looked puzzled: "Brother, you are in good health, do you still need to pray for blessings?"
emperor"……"
My good brother, you are indeed suited to staying in the mountains. You don’t understand the ways of the world down in the mountains at all.
The eighth prince left.
The emperor wanted to find Jiang Sheng to ask about Prince Jing's situation.
But Jiang Sheng was not in the Imperial Hospital.
He treated Concubine Shu in Zhongcui Palace.
When Concubine Shu saw that it was him, she couldn't help but frown.
"Why you again?"
Jiang Sheng sighed: "What do you mean, isn't it the imperial physician that the queen invited?"
Concubine Shu frowned: "Did I invite you?"
Jiang Sheng was helpless. It was just a coincidence that he went out and happened to meet Shufei's maid, so he followed her.
They are all imperial physicians anyway.
Besides, Concubine Shu is as strong as a bull. There is no problem that cannot be solved by drinking more hot water. If there is, just drink one more bowl.
If the old doctor hadn't been about to retire and was too lazy to take these few steps, he wouldn't have made this trip.
Day by day, he also has to juggle several duties, which is really annoying.
Concubine Shu was almost mad with anger.
But there is nothing I can do.
She exhaled: "I'm not feeling well."
"My lady, where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Shufei's illness wasn't serious, she just had nightmares.
I always dreamed of someone pointing a knife at my neck, but the person holding the knife was not the two assassins, but Jiang Sheng...
Shufei originally wanted the imperial physician to prescribe some tranquilizers for her.
But the one who came was Jiang Sheng.
It had to be him.
Concubine Shu didn't want to say that she was frightened at all, to avoid the man named Jiang laughing at her behind her back.
So Concubine Shu changed her words: "I just can't sleep well."
Jiang Sheng asked: "Are you scared?"
Concubine Shu glared at him and said nothing.
So, Jiang Sheng prescribed the second miracle medicine in his life to Concubine Shu.
"Why don't we go to Baohua Temple to worship Buddha...ah..." Before he could finish his words, Jiang Sheng was hit by a pillow and took a few steps back.
Concubine Shu said angrily: "Quack, get out."
Jiang Sheng ran out holding the medicine box.
Concubine Shu's chest heaved with anger.
"Bullshit, what the hell."
The palace maid picked up the pillow.
"Madam, how about asking another imperial physician to take a look?"
Concubine Shu sat on the bed and thought for a long time, then she let out a breath and asked, "How about finding a temple to worship?"
Palace maid: "..."
Although, but, but, after that bastard Jiang Sheng left, she found that praying seemed to be more effective than taking calming soup. After all, she was really scared.
As soon as Jiang Sheng went out, he met the emperor's men and soon arrived at Guanghua Palace.
The emperor looked at the medicine box on his body...
Well……
"Who did you treat?"
Jiang Sheng laughed dryly: "Shufei."
The emperor also thought of the joke of not drinking hot water...
He couldn't help but ask, "How was it?"
Jiang Sheng said: "Shufei was frightened that day, so I asked her to go and pray to the Buddha."
emperor"……"
Godly man...
The emperor ignored his unreliable cousin and asked him, "Is Prince Jing ill?"
Jiang Sheng nodded: "It's the same as always. He has been unconscious for several days. The coffin in Prince Jing's Mansion is ready."
The emperor stood up.
As brothers, he wanted to go and take a look.
On the way, he asked An Jiu: "Do you think he can make it this time?"
An Jiu: “Yes.
The emperor looked at her: "Are you sure?"
An Jiu smiled and said: "Prince Jing has survived so many times, he will definitely be able to do it this time..."
At least, she thought she could.
Soon they arrived at Prince Jing's mansion.
lifeless.
The person at the door also looked listless.
Seeing that it was the emperor, he hurriedly led the way.
In Prince Jing's yard, there was a large black coffin.
The emperor and An Jiu were both shocked.
An Jiu thought, No way, No way, it can’t be really gone.
Although Prince Jing is not a good person, humans are really strange animals. If he died, An Jiu would also feel bad.
It was too sudden.
Liu Zhenzhen stood in front of the coffin with a calm expression and commented on it.
“Is this coffin too small?”
Ah Jiang looked at her and said expressionlessly, "Not small anymore."
Liu Zhenzhen said: "A hundred years later, if I am buried with the prince, it will be too crowded."
A Jiang looked at it again and found that it was indeed a bit narrow for two people.
but……
"Princess, you are thin, and the prince is thin too, so it should be okay."
Liu Zhenzhen frowned: "What if I get fat in the future?"
Ah Jiang replied expressionlessly: "Princess, bones don't get fat."
Liu Zhenzhen: "..."
The emperor and An Jiu who came in didn't know what to say.
Why are there so many weird things?
Why, weird, just, so many???
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