Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

With Mo Xun's personal assistance, a bowl of medicine to relieve the expansion of the toxin was boiled. The medicine tasted not bitter, but rather had a light sweet fragrance.

Mo Xun brought the medicine into the house.

Shen Wei was like a puppet that had lost consciousness, and it was very difficult for her to swallow the medicine. Li Yuanjing held Shen Wei in his arms and fed her the medicine little by little.

Mo Xun sighed and tactfully told Li Yuanjing: "If the imperial concubine can survive tonight, the toxins in her body will be slightly relieved. If she can't survive, the coffin from the Ministry of Internal Affairs will come in handy."

Li Yuanjing remained silent.

The spring night is dark, the moon and stars are cold.

The candle in the gilded palace lantern burned, and the candle tears wet the candlestick, which became shorter and shorter. The bedroom was quiet, and the medicinal fragrance in the copper stove quietly spread. Li Yuanjing leaned against the bed, his eyes locked on Shen Wei who was unconscious on the bed.

Deathly aura covered Shen Wei's face.

No longer fresh.

All the details of his time with Shen Wei over the years flashed through his mind like a passing replay. Li Yuanjing felt a dull pain in his heart, and it seemed as if something was blocking his throat.

Sad, scared, confused.

He held Shen Wei's cold hand. Shen Wei's hand was always warm and hot all year round. Now, that slender white hand, with a chill that made people's heart palpitate, hung quietly and weakly, allowing Li Yuanjing to hold it.

Her voice was hoarse: "Weiwei, I was wrong."

In fact, he has long been dependent on Shen Wei.

Li Yuanjing stayed in Yongning Palace all night.

No one knows how he spent that night.

Until the sky gradually turned pale and the faint morning light began to dispel the darkness, Mo Xun forced himself to be alert and sleepily walked into the bedroom to check Shen Wei's pulse.

Mo Xun said: "My medicine is effective. The toxins in the concubine's body have been slightly suppressed. However, the toxins are too strong. I have tried everything I can, but I can only extend the concubine's life for another half a month."

After not sleeping all night, Li Yuanjing had some blue stubble on his chin.

His handsome face looked haggard and tired.

Li Yuanjing put Shen Wei's cold little hand back into the quilt and said in a hoarse voice, "I know."

Having escaped danger temporarily, Li Yuanjing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Eunuch Deshun asked outside the palace: "Your Majesty, are you going to adjourn today?"

The time for the morning court session is approaching. If Li Yuanjing wants to stay in Yongning Palace to take care of Shen Wei, he can issue an order to take a day off.

Since ascending the throne, Li Yuanjing has never stopped attending court.

Li Yuanjing looked at Shen Wei, who was temporarily free from death on the bed, and then looked at the dim morning light outside the window.

He was worried about Shen Wei and was afraid that she would die. But he still had the burden of the country on his shoulders and he dared not neglect it for a moment.

The so-called emperor is first the emperor of the world, and then Shen Wei's bedmate.

"Go to court as usual." Li Yuanjing stood up slowly, his body swaying slightly. Having not slept all night, his mind was extremely tense, and Li Yuanjing was exhausted both physically and mentally.

He ordered the palace servants to take good care of Shen Wei, and sent someone to the Cining Palace to pass on a message to the empress dowager, and then ordered that the affairs of the harem be handed over to Zhang Miaoyu. After everything was settled, Li Yuanjing did not bother to have breakfast, and took the sedan chair to go to court.

Today is extra busy.

The Duke Lu of Yunzhou fell, and Li Yuanjing set up Yunzhou as a place for military training and a new port for transporting goods from the south. In addition, the promotion of officials in the Ministry of Personnel, the discussion of the new household registration policy of the Ministry of Revenue, the decision of the Ministry of Justice to deal with the Lu family, the Ministry of Industry's agricultural irrigation, the spring floods in Changhe...all kinds of big and small things piled up on the desk.

Li Yuanjing was busy all morning and finally had some free time.

I went to Yongning Palace to visit Shen Wei at noon. Shen Wei was still in a coma, with a deathly aura lingering around and her breathing was very weak.

Li Yuanjing looked at Shen Wei's face carefully until fatigue overwhelmed his heart, then he took a short nap on the small couch beside the bed.

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The goshawk flew across the sky and across the dry sky of Liangzhou City.

In the general's mansion in the city, the emperor's urgent letter, which was delivered eight hundred miles away, was delivered to Shen Mieyue and Sun Qingmei.

Shen Mieyue was horrified: "How could my sister be poisoned when she was fine? No, I have to go back to Yanjing City to check!"

Shen Mie became more and more anxious.

As the eldest brother of the Shen family, he always cares about his younger brothers and sisters. Shen Qiang is a farmer and his life is generally smooth; Shen Xiuming is an official in the coastal area and has been promoted smoothly. Only Shen Wei has been in the deep palace full of intrigue for a long time, and Shen Mieyue misses Shen Wei the most.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he quickly ordered people to prepare the horses.

Sun Qingmei stopped him and said calmly, "The emperor has ordered me to send the medicine back to the capital as soon as possible. If you and I both return to Yanjing, who will guard this huge Liangzhou City?"

Moreover, generals at the border are not allowed to enter the capital without being summoned.

If Shen Mieyue rashly returned to the capital, he would inevitably be criticized by court officials and arouse the emperor's fear.

Shen Mieyue's face turned red with anxiety: "But if something happens to my little sister, how can I explain to my father in the afterlife!"

Sun Qingmei patted Shen Mieyue's hand, her beautiful face calm, "Send the detoxification pills over. With Divine Doctor Mo here, Concubine Chen will be fine. You continue to guard Liangzhou City, train the soldiers and strengthen your martial arts. I will return to Yanjing immediately."

Sun Qingmei still has a detoxification pill in her hand.

Back then, she met Dr. Mo among the common people and got three detoxification pills. She gave one detoxification pill to Princess Zhaoyang.

Sun Qingmei always carried the remaining two detoxification pills with her. Last year, when Shen Mieyue was resisting the barbarians, he was poisoned by a rare poison, and Sun Qingmei gave him a detoxification pill to prolong his life.

Now, she just happened to have one left.

Shen Mieyue thought about it and could only nod in agreement. He took out his chest armor and handed it to Sun Qingmei solemnly: "Be careful on your way. My little sister's life is in your hands. Have a safe journey."

Shen Mieyue and Sun Qingmei had fought side by side for many years. He knew that Sun Qingmei was a "woman who was as good as a man" and was as skilled in both literature and martial arts as a veteran. A thousand-mile journey, day and night, was no problem for Sun Qingmei.

"Well, take care of yourself too." Sun Qingmei said nothing more and quickly asked people to prepare horses and post station documents.

Sun Qingmei only brought one deputy general.

As the sandstorm started to blow, two Ferghana horses left Liangzhou City and headed towards the distant Yanjing City at lightning speed.

The black and gold flags of the Qing Kingdom were fluttering. Shen Mieyue stood on the city wall of Liangzhou City, facing the dry desert wind, watching his lover's graceful back as he left.

Shen Mieyue rubbed his rough face, worry welling up in his heart.

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Sun Qingmei was a woman with a strong will. After leaving Liangzhou City, she rode non-stop on the official road, resting only three or four hours a day.

When the horse was tired, she changed horses at the post station.

"General, there is a flood in Nanzhou. The official road is submerged and we can't ride horses." The deputy general pulled the reins with an anxious look on his face.

Sun Qingmei sat on the Ferghana horse and took out the map of Qing Kingdom from her leather bag. She swept her eyes across the mountains of Nanzhou.

Sun Qingmei was extremely smart, and she could always make good decisions in the shortest possible time. She said calmly, "Go around Nanzhou, through Lingcheng, and then take the official road to the canal. But the detour is remote and may be more tiring."

The deputy general smiled and said with admiration: "The general is not tired, so how dare I say I am tired?"

In Liangzhou City, no one dared to underestimate this famous female general.

Sun Qingmei grabbed the reins, turned the horse's head, and continued galloping around the flooded Nanzhou.

It was dark, and the Ferghana horse was already panting with exhaustion. Sun Qingmei and the deputy general were going to rest for three hours in the official residence of Lingcheng. Lingcheng was remote, with a small population, and close to the big city of Nanzhou.

The deputy general handed over his identity documents to the official residence, and the county magistrate of Lingcheng immediately went out to greet him. Sun Qingmei sat on the horse and asked the county magistrate of Lingcheng: "Why are there so many laborers in the city?"