Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Ye Jingyu hummed.

"Now that you are serving flowers and plants again, can you still have a word of truth in your mouth?"

Yin Qingxuan said hurriedly: "This slave is a eunuch, I guarantee it is absolutely true."

Ye Jingyu said calmly: "Then don't dawdle."

Yin Qingxuan had no choice but to take off his clothes one by one, but her fingers inevitably touched Ye Jingyu's skin. She felt that the skin was tight and smooth, especially the smooth lines of his arms. There is a sense of strength unique to men.

Yin Qingxuan's breathing was inexplicably rapid, and her pretty face had turned red.

Ye Jingyu looked down at her.

You already have a wife and children, why are you so shy?

But she didn't know that Yin Qingxuan had never even talked to anyone. Facing such a suffocating scene, she almost fainted, so she quickly hugged the robe and hung it aside.

He said quietly: "Your Majesty, you don't need a slave to take off your pants, right?"

Ye Jingyu's faint voice came from behind.

"Of course I want you to come too."

"what?"

Yin Qingxuan's hair suddenly stood up several times.

"This is not good. The emperor also needs to exercise properly. This is good for his health."

"What does my exercising have to do with taking off my pants?"

Ye Jingyu's voice came from behind, with a hint of teasing.

Yin Qingxuan suddenly remembered the saying "A good thing is good for her, her waist is good, her kidneys are good."

He said: "Bending over can exercise the abdominal muscles and increase the strength of the waist and abdomen. It is good for the emperor and the concubines in the harem."

"You know a lot."

Ye Jingyu had already moved his long legs and walked into the pool.

The slightly cool water temperature makes people feel refreshed.

Just listen to Yin Qingxuan say: "The slave is a person who has been married, so he naturally knows."

Ye Jingyu squinted his eyes and asked, "Isn't your wife sad when you enter the palace?"

Yin Qingxuan pretended to sigh helplessly.

"There's nothing I can do about being sad, it's all about living."

"Who in the world is not running to stay alive?"

Ye Jingyu's voice rang out in the empty pool, with a breathy echo, and a hint of inexplicable melancholy in it.

Yin Qingxuan couldn't help but look back, and then realized that Ye Jingyu had walked into the pool.

My heart immediately relaxed.

Fortunately, he didn't let himself take off his pants.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to run around. The whole world belongs to you."

Yin Qingxuan said with a flattering look.

"But I failed to manage the world well. Now the drought has not been resolved, and the plague has broken out. The people are in dire straits, and I cannot escape the blame."

Yin Qingxuan hung up his dragon robe, walked over and said, "The plague is not terrible. As long as we find appropriate ways to deal with it, we can control it."

"Oh?"

Ye Jingyu raised his eyebrows. The plague spread so quickly that even the imperial doctor was helpless. This little servant was so shameless.

"Do you have a way to deal with it?"

Yin Qingxuan nodded. His great-grandfather had an ancient book on the treatment of difficult and complicated diseases. Yin Qingxuan often read it when he was young, and he could basically recite it by heart.

Then he said: "The plague occurred because the weather was too hot, and the corpses of the refugees decomposed after they died, thus producing the virus. If we want to stop the plague, we must cremate the dead. In addition, we must isolate those who contract the plague." , I am not talented, I have heard that one remedy can cure the plague. You need to boil some herbs such as black silk snake grass, red root mugwort, and green cypress core and decoct them into juice to relieve the plague."

Ye Jingyu's eyes widened and he asked urgently: "Can this method really cure the plague?"

Yin Qingxuan hesitated for a moment and said: "This... I don't dare to vouch for it, but I have read an ancient book, and it is indeed written like this."

"Since someone has recorded it, it must have been practiced. Maybe you can try it. If this plague can be cured, you will have made another contribution."

After Ye Jingyu said that, he stood up from the water.

Looking at his naked body, Yin Qingxuan couldn't help but scream.

Ye Jingyu was worried about the plague and had no time to talk to Yin Qingxuan, so he put on his robe and walked outside.

Li Defu and others were waiting at the door. When they saw Ye Jingyu, they immediately ran over with their backs hunched over.

"Your Majesty, are you coming back soon?"

"Ah."

Ye Jingyu walked quickly and was already on Longhu in a few steps.

Yin Qingxuan also ran out of the palace.

This person named Ye is really impatient.

He is very serious about the people.

Then she pouted again, no matter how good he was to the people, he was still a ruthless villain. If it wasn't for the sake of getting out of the palace as soon as possible, she wouldn't bother to bother with him.

Everyone hurried all the way back to the imperial study room.

Yin Qingxuan broke out in a sweat and stood at the door fanning herself with her sleeves.

Ye Jingyu had already walked into the room, took off his dragon robe and put on a moon-white gown.

"Go to the Minister of Household Affairs immediately and ask him to enter the palace immediately."

"Yes."

Ye Jingyu said again: "Let Xiao Xuanzi come in."

Li Defu originally thought that Yin Qingxuan had offended the emperor, and he was gloating in his heart. He didn't expect that the emperor would think of him again in such a short time.

He immediately walked to the door and said angrily: "The emperor asked you to come in."

Yin Qingxuan still wanted to go into the house now. After all, there was a giant piece of ice on the ground inside the house, which was much cooler than outside.

"Tell me again how to cure the plague."

Seeing that Ye Jingyu had picked up the pen, Yin Qingxuan quickly said it again, and then Ye Jingyu, a scumbag, wrote quite beautifully, with dragons and phoenixes dancing, and the pen moving like a dragon and a snake. The strokes of the pen were frustrated, with a bit of vigor, but not lacking. Free and easy.

While thinking about it, Ye Jingyu had already finished writing and handed the bamboo slip to Yin Qingxuan.

"Look again and see if there's anything missing?"

The Great Zhou Dynasty wrote traditional Chinese characters, and Yin Qingxuan knew them naturally from reading ancient books since he was a child.

He looked at it carefully, nodded and said: "There are quite a few of them, exactly these."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Defu shouted at the door at the top of his lungs: "The Minister of the Ministry of Finance has arrived."

Ye Jingyu placed the brush on the white jade table and said softly: "Inform him to come in."

An old man in his sixties walked in from outside.

"Your Majesty, Han Shi, meets the Emperor. Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"Get up, do you have any clue about the plague?"

Han Shi just stood halfway and knelt back down.

He said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, I forgive you. Although I asked for a prescription from the imperial hospital, it had no effect."

Ye Jingyu threw the bamboo slips in his hand to Han Shi.

"Try this recipe. In addition, those who die from the plague must burn their bodies immediately and isolate them from those who have not been infected to avoid widespread infection. Go ahead and do it."

Han Shi took the prescription, knelt down and said, "I understand, I will give you the instructions now."

"Go."

After Han Shi left, Ye Jingyu picked up the memorial again and read it for two hours.

Yin Qingxuan stood next to him for the equivalent of four hours and wanted to sit for a while.

Just when Yin Qingxuan was about to find a place to laze around, Ye Jingyu had already put down his brush. He shook his stiff neck, stood up and said, "Go back to Chengtian Palace."