Shaodi Chunxin

Fu Yuanqing already knew that something had happened.

He pushed the door open, and Fang Jing stood at the door with a worried expression on his face: "Old ancestor..."

"Where is Chen Jingren?" Fu Yuanqing asked, "Is there a secret report from Dongchang?"

"People are here..." Fang Jing had just moved his lips when a eunuch from the palace came in with an urgent report at the gate, and it was the eunuch next to Debao.

The little eunuch panicked and said: "Old Ancestor, Eunuch Debao begs you to enter the palace quickly. Long live Lord, Long Live Lord suddenly has heart palpitations!"

"how come--"

Fu Yuanqing was startled, and instantly felt the cold air spread from the soles of his feet.

Zhao Jin was congenitally weak and had heart palpitations since birth. He could run and jump in the early years, but in the last few years he was panting even when walking.

He was also worried that Zhao Xu had the same problems as Zhao Jin, but the young emperor has been growing strong and healthy these years, and has never had any illness...

It was he who was careless.

"Go back to the palace." Fu Yuanqing said.

"Godfather, the gates of the palace have just been locked. According to the rules, you can only enter the palace tomorrow." Fang Jing advised him, "Otherwise, there will be too much noise...then the time comes..."

Fu Yuanqing pulled down the dental badge from his waist and handed it to Fang Jing: "I, Fu Yuanqing, want to enter the palace, let the Four Guards open the palace gate!"

Fu Yuanqing's house is outside Dong'an Gate.

He didn't take a sedan chair when he went out, so he rode his horse and hurried on.

When he arrived at the base of the imperial city, the imperial guards who had received the news opened the palace gate for him.

He drove all the way into the Forbidden City.

The sound of horseshoes echoed loudly in the empty palace.

Many years ago, he got the grace to ride horses in the inner city, but these years, this was the first time he really rode a horse in the imperial city.

No one behind could catch up to him.

He didn't go around the Beihua Gate, but chose the shortest path, took the Donghua Gate, passed through Duanben Palace, entered the Square of Huangji Palace at night, and passed through the Three Great Halls to enter the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation is brightly lit.

He dismounted at the gate of the hall, and Debao was already waiting for him at the bottom of the steps, and he called anxiously, "The ancestor is here."

Fu Yuanqing didn't stop, and walked inside, asking, "How is the emperor?"

"After coming down from the Xinhua Gate, I felt unwell, my heart felt stuffy for a while, I didn't eat lunch, and I couldn't breathe when I was lying on the dragon couch. I called the imperial doctor to come over and said it was heart palpitations." Debao He hurriedly said, "It is said that it is the same symptoms as the late emperor—"

"Debao." Fu Yuanqing raised his hand to interrupt him, "These imperial physicians are all newly promoted, and no one has asked the late emperor about their illness. Be careful."

Debao stared blankly at him, his eyes blushed: "Old Ancestor, what should I do..."

They passed through Zhongzheng Renhe Hall and reached the entrance of the apse.

Fu Yuanqing looked up at the palace gate.

That pitch-black gate...like the mouth of a devouring monster, once devoured Zhao Jin's life.

Now it seems to wake up again.

More will be devoured.

"Let me go and have a look first." Fu Yuanqing said, "Arranging Mu Xinli, the judge of the Supreme Hospital, to come over and ask His Majesty for a consultation.

Fu Yuanqing hadn't been in the apse of the Hall of Mental Cultivation for a long time.

Since more than a year ago, the young emperor began to reject him with various reasons.Now that he entered the apse, the surroundings made him feel a little strange.

The palace people on both sides opened layers of curtains, he stepped into the bedroom, saw the young emperor lying on the dragon couch with his eyes closed, and stood still on the spot.

The young emperor's face was pale, but his spirit was not bad.

He didn't tremble all over or break out in cold sweat.

Fu Yuanqing's anger was finally relieved.

The young emperor on the bed moved a bit, slowly opened his eyes, and asked, "Who is it?"

"Your Majesty, it's Fu Yuanqing," he said.

"Father is here."

Fu Yuanqing was startled.

He had already forgotten when it started, and Zhao Xu never called him by this name again.

"It's a minister." He replied again, and he waved his hand to let Mu Xinli in, "The servant has invited Muyuan to come over and ask for the master's pulse."

The young emperor was quiet and asked Mu Xinli to ask a doctor.

After a while, Mu Xinli finished asking for the pulse, walked to Fu Yuanqing's side and said, "The dragon's pulse is stable, so it should be fine."

"That palpitation..."

"Maybe it's because of the cold wind blowing from the tower of Xinhua Gate today." Mu Xinli said, "I'll ask your majesty for some tranquilizing medicine."

"Okay, I'm sorry for the court's judgment." Fu Yuanqing asked Mu Xinli to prescribe a prescription.

The room became quiet again.

"Father..." The young emperor raised his hand, as if wanting to find out where he was, Fu Yuanqing stepped forward and took his hand.

The young emperor's palm was hot, and under the skin was the young man's powerful pulse.

Then he raised his eyes and saw the young emperor's appearance.

His long eyelashes were drooping, and he was a little tired, but he still looked at him slightly, and said with a smile: "Father, I haven't seen you for a first month. I'm finally back."

A first month?

more than afraid...

First of all, don't call him Father.

Then gradually alienated.

In the end, we will not meet in private again for more than a year.

Invisibly, there is some estrangement and separation.

Fu Yuanqing said: "I heard from Debao that Your Majesty is overworked and blown by the cold wind in early spring, and needs a good rest."

Shaodi tugged at his hand, refusing to let go.

"His Majesty?"

"The bedroom is too big...sleeping alone, it's very deserted."

"There are palace people inside and outside, if His Majesty needs anything, just call."

The young emperor looked at him with a hint of pleading: "Father, will you accompany me?"

The young emperor was lying on the dragon couch, holding his hand, looking up at him slightly, which made Fu Yuanqing a little dazed for a while... He remembered the emperor's young appearance.

In the lonely night, the child who was scared by the lightning and cried into his arms.

So the old ancestor lifted the quilt for the young emperor familiarly, patted it lightly, and said softly: "Your Majesty, go to sleep, and I will serve you at night."