The Emperor of Sick Beauty is deeply trapped in the field of Shura

Jiang Zhao didn't think so, he just wanted to test whether Yu Wenxu was really as scary as in the book.

It seems that this is indeed the case. Yu Wenxu's words are more useful than those of the emperor. A minister of power is worthy of being a minister of power.

Jiang Zhao lay back on the bed, Yao Xi hurriedly got up and covered him with a brocade quilt, and asked, "Does the Emperor want some food, he must be tired after a whole night."

Jiang Zhao was indeed a little hungry, he touched his flat stomach, "Okay, I'm really hungry, just ask for something soft."

Yao Xi bowed his head and replied, "Yes, I will arrange it right now, my servant."

"You all go down," Jiang Zhao said.

Yao Xi only thought that he was uncomfortable, waved his hands to let the eunuchs and maids who were serving him leave, and then retreated, "The servants are waiting outside the door, please call if you need anything."

Jiang Zhao hummed, and pulled up the quilt to wrap herself up.

He was thinking about the plot of the book—the plot of his body.

But he obviously just passed through it not long ago, and he only slept for a while, but the memory of this book in his mind is already very blurred.

Jiang Zhao thought about it. At this time, Jiang Zhou had not yet been found by the royal family, and even the former emperor did not hold out hope that he was still alive, just because Jiang Zhou's biological mother, Concubine Xu, insisted.

After all, he is the only direct bloodline of the royal family, so there are still people outside looking for him.

——"Jiang Zhao is a puppet emperor, his unwillingness and resentment are not worth mentioning after all. He stared blankly at the ceiling of the bedroom. The regent and the chief assistant have ruled the government for many years. He is weak and unable to handle government affairs. He was afraid of Yu Wenxu and Xiao Congwang, and even the doctor Jiang who saved his life was bothering him. He turned his head to look at the door of the palace, and standing outside the door was Jiang Zhou, the orthodox heir to the throne.

Jiang Zhao quietly closed his eyes, he was finally relieved. "

Jiang Zhao moved his eyes to the zenith without showing any expression.

There was a sympathy for the puppet emperor in his heart, the situation of this puppet emperor was so similar to his.

He has been in poor health since he was a child, and he was able to go to school when he was in elementary school. Later, he could only stay in the hospital and at home, and of course he was locked up at home more often.

Jiang Zhao's family is not rich, and it has cost a lot to treat him, so he doesn't say a word no matter the pain or pain, he is afraid that his parents will not want him.

Jiang Zhao was smart and good-looking since he was a child. After being sick, he could only read books at home. Later, buying books was too expensive. His father gave him the old mobile phone so that he could surf the Internet. Absorb knowledge and nutrients.

Occasionally when he went to school, he was obedient and wanted to establish a good relationship with his classmates, but fate did not give him this opportunity.

Later, a younger brother was added to the family, and he dared not make more demands. Every day, he quietly looked at his mobile phone, or carefully curry favor with his parents and younger brother.

He is very kind to his younger brother, because this is his only playmate. The long-term illness has worn him down, and he only hopes to live one more day.

He wants to go outside and see this colorful world, not just from his phone.

But the parents didn't allow it, they were afraid that he would fall, that he would get sick, and that they would spend more money on his medical treatment. It wasn't that they didn't love him, but they couldn't afford more.

Jiang Zhao understood.

On that day, Jiang Zhao stood in front of the window and looked at the endless stream of people outside, with a faint smile on his lips, but the thoughts in his heart became stronger.

"Go out, even if I'm going to die, I want to go outside and see the world."

Sudden pain in the heart, black eyes, woke up again in the hospital, he was told that he only had one year to live.

He was the only one in the ward, and the sister nurse who came to change the dressing looked at him blushing, was stunned when she saw his name, and gave him a book.

In the book, the regent Xiao Congwang is in charge of the military power and is Dayao's god of war, the first assistant Yu Wenxu is the powerful minister who controls the court, and Jiang Fengjing's imperial physician has many eyes and ears in the palace.

Surrounded by these three people, even if Jiang Zhao has great talent, he can't use it, not to mention that he actually lacks energy because of his frailty, and doesn't have much talent for governing the country.

It would be fine if he really became a happy emperor, but he was afraid and wanted to fight, but the right time and place were on his side.

Isn't it good to be a happy emperor?

Jiang Zhao closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Jiang Zhao raised his tired eyelids, looked at the person in front of him, and asked warmly in a daze, "Huh? Who are you?"

Yao Xi only thought that he was drowsy, and said with a smile: "The emperor must be drowsy, my slave Yao Xi. Your majesty, get up quickly and use something to cushion your stomach."

Jiang Zhao froze for a moment, then came back to his senses, "What time is it?"

Yao Xi replied, "It's almost time."

It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

Jiang Zhao still wanted to sleep, but his stomach groaned unsatisfactorily. He nodded and lazily said, "Bring it up."

He froze for a moment when he said this, why was he so natural with his tone and superior attitude, just like he was.

"Yes." Yao Xi waved his hands behind him, and the maids and eunuchs filed in with food boxes.

Another person who wore the same eunuch uniform as Yao Xi came over and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, do you want to freshen up first?"

Jiang Zhao raised his eyes and looked over. This man looked very similar to Yao Xi, both with red lips and white teeth, and a white face without beard. His name was Yao Shun.

"There's no need to wash up." Jiang Zhao got out of bed sideways and said, "Just rinse your mouth."

Jiang Zhao stepped on the tiger skin on the ground with both feet, wearing white silk satin underwear, his long black hair was loose and drooping to his waist, and the loose underwear gave him a different look.

She probably fell asleep, her peach blossom eyes were moist, and her thin lips were no longer bloodless, as if they had been painted with a touch of vermilion, making them look a bit coquettish.

When he was silent, he was like a cold and ruthless banished fairy. When his eyes evoked a smile, he wished to dedicate his three souls and seven souls to him.

Yao Shun was stunned, but he went to rest for half the morning, why did the emperor become a little different.

He looked at Yao Xi, but saw Yao Xi was as stunned as he was.

Yao Shun touched Yao Xi lightly, bowed and said, "The slave will bring water, Yao Xi will quickly serve the emperor with vegetables."

The two went forward to help Jiang Zhao get up, and he waved his hand to signal him to go.

Jiang Zhao felt very good, this body was better than his, and he could even feel some vitality.

Before coming here, he could barely get out of bed and walk around, and he didn't feel hungry or eat. Now he walks around as usual and feels hungry.

Jiang Zhao rinsed his mouth with water, stretched out his hand for Yao Shun to wipe his face, opened his arms and Yao Shun put a bright yellow robe on him.

He stretched out his hand with a calm expression, as if he had been served thousands of times with skill.

Walking to the table and sitting down, he looked at the table full of dishes, turned his head and asked, "Is this lunch?"

Yao Xi said: "Back to the emperor, it's already past the lunch time, the servant asked the imperial dining room to make some of your favorite snacks, and then eat more seriously for dinner."

"That's too much." Jiang Zhao said, "Let the imperial dining room make less next time, I won't use much, so don't waste it."

Both Yao Shun and Yao Xi were stunned for a moment, then quickly said: "Yes, I understand."

Jiang Zhao picked up the chopsticks and looked at the delicious food on the table, not knowing how to place the chopsticks. Yao Xi picked up a piece for him and put it in a thin porcelain bowl painted with green pine: "Your Majesty, try this, the new silver thread made by the Imperial Dining Room today." White Jade Scroll."

The entrance is crispy silver wire, the inside is soft and waxy, and the stuffing flows out after a bite, with a hint of milky sweetness.

"Not bad." Jiang Zhao boasted.

Yao Xi quickly picked up another piece for him.

The small bowl contained half a bowl of porridge, which was delicious and smooth. He drank two bowls and ate several other snacks.

Seeing that he still wanted to eat, Yao Shun hurriedly and cautiously stopped him: "Your Majesty, you have used more than usual today, so be careful about accumulating food. If you like to eat, you can eat more for dinner."

Jiang Zhao rubbed his stomach and nodded, "You are right, I've already eaten it, but it's too delicious to stop, so let's withdraw."

He had never eaten such delicious porridge and snacks, and he didn't feel uncomfortable, so he took one bite after another.

The emperor's attitude was too mild.

In the past, if he didn't follow the emperor's wishes, he would be scolded or dragged out to beat him. How could he be so gentle and easy to speak.

Yao Shun didn't understand it, but he accepted it very happily. As long as the master is easy to serve, it is their blessing to be a slave.

Under Yao Shun's service, Jiang Zhao cleaned up, and the house was also cleaned up. It was sunny today, so he went to rest on the couch by the window.

Yao Shun walked up to him and asked, "Your Majesty, do you want your servant to fetch the memorial now?"

"Memorial?" Jiang Zhao thought for a while.

The morning court was originally once every three days. Due to the health of the original body, the morning court was held every six days. The rest of the time was jointly presided over by the regent and the chief minister. On weekdays, the regent and the chief minister jointly reviewed the memorials and handled the public affairs. It's in the side hall next to the imperial study room, one person on one side.

He shook his head, "No need, the memorial has been reviewed by two adults, I am very relieved, and I will not add trouble if I am exhausted."

He said these high-sounding words very smoothly.

As he spoke, he frowned slightly, "I'm going to lie down for a while, you all should back down."

Jiang Zhao was really sleepy, and even more sleepy after eating, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Yao Shun inquired about Yao Xi's earlier situation, and left Yongning Palace. He walked all the way to the imperial study room, first went to the side hall where the regent was, said that the emperor was resting today and would not read the memorial, and then went again Next door is the side hall of Lord Shoufu.

"Stop the memorial?" Yu Wenxu stopped his vermilion pen, raised his eyes to look at Yao Shun, with a bit of interest in his eyes.

Yao Shun stood not far away, studied Jiang Zhao's words carefully, and finally pursed his lips, saying: "My lord, the emperor seems to be much calmer today."

Yu Wenxu tapped the black lacquered desk lightly with his finger. He was dressed in white clothes like snow, and his face was impeccably handsome, but his eyes were always bottomless.

"Don't lose your temper, don't be picky about food, don't even read the booklets, what is our emperor thinking, is it really because he got sick today and burned his brain?"

Standing beside him was a black-clothed guard with a stern face and did not speak. This graphite guard was always indifferent.

Yao Shun looked at him, hesitantly said: "My lord, I heard from Yao Xi that after my lord and the regent left today, the emperor asked Doctor Jiang... How long will I have to live?"

Yu Wenxu paused, looked at him and asked, "What did Master Jiang say?"

Yao Shun said: "Physician Jiang said that there is at most one year left."

"At most one year." Yu Wenxu snorted softly, "So, the emperor intends to smash the jar?"

Yao Shun told Jiang Zhao what he ate and drank in detail.

Yu Wenxu was silent for a moment, and said without emotion: "You still eat a lot, and you're not in good spirits?"

Soon, Xiao Congwang also knew what Jiang Zhao ate and used. His expression was unclear, and he continued to deal with the military affairs in hand.

Bai Feng said: "My lord, didn't the emperor just have an emergency last night, today I ate well and slept soundly, it looks like I'm all right."

When Xiao Congwang was expressionless, his face turned cold, "It's okay, you shouldn't be negligent in government affairs."

Bai Feng felt that his prince was real, the emperor only had one year to live, and it was too inhumane for him to make people concentrate on official duties.

Although he doesn't like the emperor either.

The author has something to say: How arrogant Master Yuwen is now, it will hurt as much as a slap in the face later.

Now that Zai Zai eats a lot, there will be times when he begs to eat later!