Morbid pet

"Cough-cough-"

Changle was kept in the deep palace every day, and he was suffering from a cold.The ground dragon and the stove are burning on the platform all day long. The small stove in my hand is always in abundance, but I still caught the wind and cold unpredictably, and it was a while before the baby was born.

But everyone in the palace was anxious.

Chang Le's body felt a little uncomfortable, his whole body was visibly thinner, and his fair face was covered with the gray of the living dead.

She propped herself up and sat up unsteadily, her head was still hazy, feeling like she didn't know what day and night it was.Xie Zhaowenxun rushed over from the court hall. In the middle of winter, His Majesty was wearing a single robe, which he even forgot to put on, so he rushed out of the hall, scaring all the ministers into a daze.

Xie Lingfeng chased after Xie Zhao with Dachang in his arms, and shouted: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Be careful!"

Xie Zhao ran to the platform and was already sweating profusely. He walked in and headed straight for Changle's bedroom.There was a familiar aroma of herbs in her bedroom, as well as the sound of her coughing.

Xie Zhao's heart was clenched when he heard it.

Changle finally felt better. He just took the medicine for wind and cold, and his headache and brain fever were relieved a little. Now he just feels drowsy.Recently, her life can only be described as quiet, because all turmoil and risks are kept out by Xie Zhao.

What Changle has to do is to be happy every day, take care of itself, and give birth to the child safely.

Originally, the whole journey was smooth and smooth, but God probably saw Changle as rough and bumpy, and now I want her to calm down and finish her life well.

After all, life is lived by oneself.

Chang Le thought this, Xie Zhao held her hand and dragged her into the world of love.She felt better, but her voice was still a little weak. She breathed out two syllables from her small nose like gossamer, "It's okay."

How could Xie Zhao think that she was really okay, and immediately asked the female doctor, "How is your mother?"

The female doctor is also going to give Changle acupuncture to drain away the moisture, so that he can heal faster. "Reporting to the emperor, the empress is suffering from the wind and cold, and she has already taken medicine. I am going to give the empress acupuncture and moxibustion, so that the recovery will be faster. Your Majesty, please wait at the door."

Xie Zhao insisted: "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. She's afraid of pain, so let her hold my hand tightly to distract her when she's in pain."

The female doctor looked embarrassed, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid this is not good. Acupuncture is really not suitable."

Chang Le tilted his head and coughed twice, feeling like he was about to cough out all his internal organs.She looked sideways at Xie Zhao, and comforted her, "Hey, go out and wait for me, it's fine."

Xie Zhao: "Okay, then call me in if you are in pain, you know?"

Chang Le nodded: "Yeah."

Xie Zhao walked out step by step, turning his head three times. When the female doctor closed the door, he was still stepping on his feet to look inside Changle, but he was worried. He couldn't imagine how it would be if he stood outside the door when Changle gave birth in the house later. fidgeting?
He dared not think.

It was his fault that Chang Le frowned.

Pain even more.

There were bursts of suppressed pain from the woman inside.

Xie Zhao tried to open the door several times to go in, but was stopped by Dian Cui and Die Shi.

Their masters were aware of their intolerance to pain, but acupuncture would be really inconvenient if Xie Zhao was by his side.

Xie Zhao was anxiously pacing back and forth outside the door.

Fortunately, the time of acupuncture and moxibustion did not last long, and it came out after a stick of incense.

Chang Le has already fallen asleep with her head tilted, her sleeping face is peaceful and beautiful.

Xie Zhao sat beside her for a while, and then ordered the evening meal and herbal medicine, and asked Imperial Physician Chen to come and have a look, and then he was willing to leave after confirming that there was nothing to do.

During this period, the situation in North Korea and China tended to be stable.

The only thing that is not stable is the place where King Pan sits.

The most troublesome thing for Xie Zhao is that King Pan’s fiefs are all in places like Libei, which are bitterly cold or extremely hot. They are not rich, but the folk customs are strong, and almost women can join the army. If there is a riot, the privilege of the king After all, it is a huge hidden danger.

It exists on Xie Zhao's side.

Xie Lingfeng also knew about Xie Zhao's troubles in the frontier recently, and he came over with the cabinet's newly approved memorial, "Your Majesty, take a look, this is the latest cabinet's approved memorial."

Xie Zhao didn't even look at it and threw it aside, "Don't bother me about these small things. The memorials to these people all day long are just small things, and the big things are hidden. How can we talk about this?"

Xie Lingfeng also knew it, so he could only say: "Calm down, luckily there is no major event in the court, why don't you let everyone get familiar with the new system first, and we will talk about it in the next year. The empress is about to give birth to dragon sons. Go and spend more time with her."

Xie Zhao nodded, "Well, I also think so, but I always feel that there is something wrong with the government. They play all day long about trivial matters, but there is really a problem. Let's go, follow me to see Mr. Pei Ge Bar."

Xie Lingfeng bowed and went out to prepare the car.

on the carriage.

Xie Zhao has not been out of the palace gate for a long time. Compared with the comfort of being the admiral of Dongchang in the past, now he feels that the palace wall is so wide that it has become a golden cage to imprison him and Changle.

I wonder if Changle feels this way.

Boring in one place all day long, everyone sanctifies this deep palace, which is really not a matter of will.

Xie Zhao leaned on the carriage, let out a breath of fresh air soundlessly.

Is this world imprisoned or sublimated?

No one can tell.

Xie Zhao has already concentrated the imperial power in his own hands, but the higher he goes, the more helpless he feels. There are many things that he cannot control.

"Here we are, Your Majesty." Xie Lingfeng jumped off the carriage and waited for Xie Zhao to come down.

Xie Zhao hummed, and then walked down. He was used to wearing only one single shirt in mid-winter, and he rarely put it on. Only by the cold wind penetrating into the bone can it be better.

He doesn't want to take a lot of analgesic drugs, all of which have side effects.

He never told Chang Le about this situation, because he didn't want Chang Le to worry.Xie Lingfeng has always known that he has old problems. In summer, he is fine, and he doesn't suffer from cold pain, but when it rains, snows and winds, the old wounds will reappear and continue to be painful.

Xie Zhao let out a breath, "Ling Feng, do you think I am getting old?"

Xie Lingfeng's heart suddenly sounded the alarm. Although Xie Zhao is his godfather, in terms of age, he is only three years older than him. How can he be considered old?Almost the youngest emperor in Ming Dynasty.

Xie Lingfeng complimented: "Your Majesty, how can you grow old? You are the youngest emperor of Ming Dynasty, a hero of a generation, and we all admire you."

Xie Zhao is not a person who can listen to compliments, he just pushed open the door of Peige's hometown courtyard lightly, and said: "Whether it is a hero or a bear, it will be judged by future generations. It doesn't matter now."

Old Pei Ge stayed at home on holidays.

He strode out from the front hall to greet Xie Zhao, "See Your Majesty!" As he said that, he was about to kneel down, it's snowing, the seventy-year-old man, kneel down.

Xie Lingfeng was startled when he saw it.

Xie Zhao took two steps forward and helped him up, but luckily he didn't make him kneel down, "Quickly please get up."

"I said, Mr. Pei Ge, when we are alone together, we don't need to kneel. These red tapes are for others to see."

Xie Zhao's words were heartfelt, and Pei Ge nodded his head, "Well, thank you Your Majesty. Your Majesty is here today to inquire about Elegy and Wan Ning's recent studies?"

Xie Zhao shook his head and laughed. He strode into Mr. Pei Ge's teahouse, walking more skillfully than Mr. Pei Ge, obviously he had been here many times.

"Mr. Pei Ge, please take a seat." He turned his back on guests, sat down in the tea room, and began to boil water and make tea.

Mr. Pei Ge said awkwardly: "Your Majesty, what's the matter here today? Elegy and Wan Ning are both good at studying, especially Wan Ning, who got the top three in the autumn exam this time. He is a top student, and several teachers of the Imperial College want to be alone. Take him as a disciple."

Xie Zhao didn't come here today because of this. He knew exactly what Elegy and Wan Ning were doing in the Imperial College. After the kidnapping incident last time, he was now particularly concerned about the safety of the two children, so he secretly sent someone to watch them. Small things will be reported to him once a week, and no matter how bad they are, they will hand in a document, which clearly states what Elegy and Wan Ning have done in school during this time.

The water boiled in the stone furnace, and bubbles came up.

He lifted the stone furnace and poured boiling water over the Jiancup and the tea leaves. The movements of his hands were like flowing water, extremely elegant.

Xie Zhao said calmly: "Mr. Pei Ge, I didn't come here today to discuss the child's problems with you. You also know that the Imperial College is under my supervision and I know everything everyone has done. You don't need to do these little things. Worrying. I came here today to tell you about Heng'an's affairs. I always feel that the wind and waves in Chang'an City are too low, which is often a precursor to a tsunami."

Old Pei Ge's heart began to ring the alarm.

"Heng An Chen knows a thing or two, so you can tell His Majesty everything."

Xie Zhao poured the tea soup into the Jiancup gracefully, and then handed it to him with both hands and Mr. Pei Ge.

Old Pei Ge also took it with both hands.

Xie Zhao asked, "You said."

Mr. Pei Ge said leisurely, "The magistrate of Heng'an is a student of the old minister, named Ying Nanfu. I have not contacted him for many years. He should be fine now, but this son has a very high heart."

Xie Zhao grasped the key point keenly, "Extremely high-minded? Is he not filial, and he doesn't train with your teacher?"

Pei Ge said with a smile: "Where is Heng'an? It's so far away from Chang'an City, and there's no need for him to contact me, an old man. Has something happened to Heng'an?"

Xie Zhao nodded: "I think Hengan's recent brochures are very strange. They always talk about trivial matters, and they are all resolved well. No matter how bad they are, they can be resolved by themselves. There is no need for a soldier from the court. A pawn or even financial support, in a city in a wasteland, can there be such a pattern? I don't really believe it. When I am not busy today, I specially checked Heng'an's memorials for the past six months, and found that they are all written in the same style. Yes, it seems to be the way of writing that was discussed in advance. It looks quite satisfactory, and there is no problem at first glance, but when you look deeper, where is Heng'an? It is a city in the wilderness. I have never been there, but according to the history books According to records, it is a region similar to northern Xinjiang, humid and hot."

"Can they really handle their internal affairs so properly all the time? The heavy rain some time ago destroyed the Heti that was repaired in southern Fujian, and there was also a locust plague in northern Xinjiang, with no harvest. The disaster in northern Xinjiang is not serious. It's none of our business, but their Northern Xinjiang prince is already in contact with our Ministry of Foreign Affairs, saying that he wants to submit to Daming and ask for some economic and material support from Daming. I agree. If we can recover without a single soldier It's worth talking about Beijiang. It's a long way off. Mr. Pei Ge, I'll just say it today."

"This Heng'an has a big problem. I have a guess that they are planting some plants that are not acceptable to Ming Dynasty, such as poppies, flax or datura."

Boss Pei Ge was shocked, "Your Majesty, is your guess based on reality?"

Xie Zhao's pitch-black eyes and pupils were dimmed, and there was an indomitable depth inside, just like the obsidian in the ground, it could reflect deep and shallow black under any light. "Of course I'm just guessing, but this guess is not groundless. It has been mentioned in intelligence that poppies have been seen in Heng'an, and Heng'an is originally a barren place where the sun is strong. Great place for flowers and plants.”

Mr. Pei Ge: "I would like to send the governor of Heng'an to Chang'an City as soon as possible to report on his work! I also want to hear it with my own ears."

Xie Zhao nodded: "They can't run away, but I just came to mention this matter to you today. Do you have any impression of that apprentice of yours?"

Mr. Pei Ge thought for a while and said: "He has worked hard since he was a child. There is no one in his family. He came from a very poor and remote village. He is motivated, but he doesn't talk much and doesn't know how to compliment others. So in Chang'an The city did not gain a foothold, and finally went to a place like Heng'an to become a magistrate. I thought he hadn't contacted me all these years, and he was complaining that I didn't help him gain a foothold in Chang'an City. I also felt ashamed, so I never contacted He, in a flash, so many years have passed."

Xie Zhao nodded, "When you are young and poor, you must be very sad about the temptation of money. Let's take it one step at a time. I hope that their crooked thoughts will be sealed in Heng'an forever, and don't spread to me. Daming is here."

There is also the matter of hysterical powder.

Xie Zhao didn't mention it.

But it's hard for him not to think about it, why Songyue can buy such things?

It's not fatal, it's addictive, and it makes people lose their minds.

What is the difference between the wine made from datura flowers and Changle?

It seemed that a small mystery took root in his heart, and then slowly sprouted new shoots, growing vigorously upwards.

It was hard for Xie Zhao not to think about it.

He was thinking about these things all the way after he left Pei Ge's mansion.

But some worries are unfounded.

He suddenly asked Xie Lingfeng, "Is the prince from Northern Xinjiang on his way to Chang'an City?"

Xie Lingfeng quickly replied: "Reporting to Your Majesty, yes, the Prince of Northern Xinjiang has sent us a letter from last month saying that he is on his way here, and he should arrive in Chang'an City in a few days. Is there any reception request?"

Xie Zhao shook his head, "It's okay, I'll just ask. By the way, the prince of Beijiang wrote a letter last time to say that he has a good relationship with Changle."

Xie Lingfeng forgot about this, and didn't realize it for a long time. On the way back to the palace, he remembered that Changle had been to the northern border alone, which drove Xie Zhao crazy.

That's all, evil fate.