All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

Bu Ji naturally thought that his method of hiding things was flawless, and even though Li Ji was standing so close, he didn't see it.

She sat on the bed, thinking about how to get the Emperor away so that she could write a letter to Young Master Jingyun, who was really worried about her, to report her safety.

"Your Majesty...you are tired too, why don't you go back and rest first."

"When I feel better someday, I will go to the Qianqing Palace to thank the emperor in person. I'm afraid I can't do that these few days, or I'll pass my illness on to the emperor."

She chased him away, but was afraid that he would take her away with him.

It was not the first time that Li Ji had done such a thing. A few days ago, she wanted to kick him out, saying that the ice in the house had been used up and she was afraid that the emperor would get too hot.

Li Ji didn't say anything and ordered someone to carry her to the Qianqing Palace.

After a whole night, when she came back, there were so many ice cubes in Yikun Palace that it looked like an ice cellar.

Li Ji's eyes darkened and his face turned black in an instant. He walked to the bed with his long legs and stretched out his hand to grab Bu Ji's wrist.

"It's just a disease. I am the true dragon emperor, how can I be infected?"

Bu Ji looked at him speechlessly. Yes, yes, the true dragon emperor, why don’t he turn into a dragon for everyone to see.

Talking without doing anything is just empty talk, extremely superstitious and ignorant.

Wang Huai happened to come in and said.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Fucha and Prime Minister Lin request to see you."

"I have already asked them to wait in the Qianqing Palace."

There is no need to guess, you know why these two old men suddenly asked for a meeting. It’s because the news that the emperor has been guarding Concubine Bu day and night these days has spread from the harem to the front court, and these two can’t sit still anymore.

One is the emperor's father-in-law, and the other is the emperor's uncle. Naturally, they keep an eye on the emperor's family affairs every day.

It is rare for Prime Minister Fucha and Prime Minister Lin to enter the palace together. They have been at odds with each other since the late emperor was alive, and have fought each other secretly. Either you are plotting against my family's fertile land, or I am plotting against your shop.

The two prime ministers were not completely focused on achieving good political achievements, but the late emperor did not care about this. After all, there were nine prime ministers in the Chu-Jin Dynasty, and it would not be a shortage if any one of them was missing.

Li Ji had no intention of leaving. He let go of her hand, looked at Bu Ji, and said.

"Do you want me to stay with you or go and gossip with those old officials?"

Bu Ji blinked her eyes, still feeling a little dizzy. She suddenly reached out to hold Li Ji's arm, but Li Ji grabbed her hand in return.

"Your Majesty, of course I want you to stay."

Wang Huai lowered his head and dared not say a word.

If Prime Minister Fucha and Prime Minister Lin had not come in with such a threatening attitude, saying that if the emperor did not come to the Qianqing Palace to see them, they would come to the Yikun Palace to ask for an audience, he would not have told the emperor about this.

But Concubine Bu had just recovered from a serious illness and was very weak. She insisted on keeping the emperor, and the emperor would not leave.

He was worried and listened to Bu Ji speaking slowly.

"Yuxiu and I are good friends, and we are like sisters. Now her father, Prime Minister Fucha, wants to see him, and I can't monopolize the emperor."

"Your Majesty's question is really putting our sisterly love on the spot. It really makes it difficult for me."

Wang Huai raised his head and glanced at Bu Ji, saying that he was very smart.

The emperor threw such a tricky question to her, and she solved it in just a few words.

He did not mention the two prime ministers of the previous dynasty, but only said that he had a deep affection for the queen. As for the empress dowager, he did not even mention her.

Li Ji glanced at her and noticed that her hands were clenching the pillow from time to time while she was talking, and he understood what she meant.

It's all him, but he's actually jealous.

"I'll come see you later."

Bu Ji looked at the emperor walking away and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly took out the rouge box hidden under the pillow and examined it carefully in his palm.

This is a gift from Master Jingyun, and she must keep it well.

The Jingyun Biography under the pillow was still brand new when it was brought out from the Queen's Palace. But when it arrived at the Yikun Palace, it was turned into an old book in a short while.

Bu Ji drank the medicine and took the Ningxiang Pills that Wei Zhen brought him. He felt much more relaxed. He leaned on the bed, holding the Jingyun Chuan in his hand, and felt that he was in better spirits than before.

I don’t know if it’s the effect of the book or the effect of the Ningxiang Pills.

The heavy rain in the past few days washed away the low eaves, and the bricks shattered all over the ground. Li'er came in after cleaning up the yard and saw that his mistress had taken the Ningxiang Pills. Her face turned rosy and she finally smiled.

"My dear, what are you looking at? You look so happy."

It was just a common greeting. Bu Ji closed the book in a hurry, looked at Li'er with a guilty look, and spoke hesitantly.

"Nothing, just a script that Yuxiu lent me to play time."

After saying this, her expression returned to normal, and she remembered that Li'er was illiterate.

When Li'er saw the three words "Jingyun Chuan", she thought it was an ordinary script. She nodded, walked to the table, and poured several cups of tea into two cups. The tea was finally not so hot, and she handed the cup to the young lady with both hands.

"This Ningxiang Pill is really a good thing. No wonder Wang Huai told me that this thing was left by the late emperor for the emperor to save his life."

"There is only one in the palace."

Bu Ji's fingers holding Jing Yunchuan tightened slightly. She had heard about this Ningxiang Pill from people in the palace before.

This was a tribute from many years ago. When the previous emperor was assassinated, the entire Imperial Hospital was helpless. But after taking a Ningxiang Pill, he recovered overnight.

Now, Li Ji actually gave her the Ningxiang Pills as a tonic for her after she recovered from a serious illness.

Could it be that the pill had been left for too long and had lost its effect, and Li Ji was using her as a guinea pig for his experiment?

Other than that, she couldn't think of why Li Ji did this.

Even if he wanted to use Ningxiang Pills to save someone, he would save Cui Lihua, not her, a small and unfavored noblewoman.

As she was thinking, her attention was drawn to the book in her hand again.

He put Li Ji and Ningxiang Pills behind his mind and focused on reading Jingyun Biography.

Li'er left the young lady's room and just passed the corridor in the front yard when she saw a figure slowly walking towards her. He looked somewhat familiar.

Li'er paused, and she didn't recognize who the palace maid was until the person came closer and put away her umbrella.

"But Sister Li'er?"

The palace maid bowed to her respectfully with a very humble attitude.

This was the first time that Li'er had received such a "great gift" since she entered the palace, and she quickly bowed to her.

Before she could ask, the palace maid introduced herself.

"I am Qiu Sheng from the Yanxi Palace. I am here on the orders of my queen to deliver medicinal herbs to Noble Lady Bu."

"Her Royal Concubine was very worried when she learned that Noble Bu was seriously ill."

Li'er looked at her suspiciously. Why would Concubine Jia be so kind to send her medicinal herbs? Who knows, there might be something harmful in them.

The young master has just woken up, so there can’t be any more mishaps.

"Open it and see."

She pointed at the bamboo basket Qiu Sheng was carrying.

Qiu Sheng lifted the white cloth covering the bamboo basket and moved closer for her to see.

Li'er couldn't make out anything. He just saw that they were all medicinal herbs, which were almost the same as those sent by the Imperial Hospital, like a pile of strangely shaped hay.

Qiu Sheng smiled warmly, took her hand and whispered.

"Sister Li'er, just take a good look at it. If you are worried, take it to the Imperial Hospital and ask the doctors to take a look."