The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

"Your humble servant Nanchu pays homage to the Great Khan."

(This was the ninth year of the Tiancong reign, and Huang Taiji had officially proclaimed himself emperor, so his title was still Great Khan.)

As soon as he walked in, Nan Chu bowed politely.

"Please stand up quickly, Nan Chu, you are my great hero this time."

Nan Chu bowed, a hint of embarrassment on his face: "Great Khan, thank you for your praise."

"Hey, Nan Chu, you are too polite."

Huang Taiji said this, but he looked at Nan Chu with satisfaction, his face full of honesty and modesty. His eyes sparkled. Nan Chu was loyal and modest, unlike the other ministers who appeared to obey him, but in their hearts...

After thinking about it, Huang Taiji became more satisfied with his cousin.

He suddenly became concerned about Nan Chu, who had just finished his official duties: "Are you tired recently? How about I give you two days off?"

Nan Chu raised his head in surprise, "Great Khan?"

What did Huang Taiji mean by this? Did he feel that he had too much power and had offended the Khan?

Nan Chu thought about it, carefully reviewing his memories, counting if there was anything he had done wrong that might have offended the Khan... No, Nan Chu frowned inwardly, but his face became more cautious, maintaining an unusually respectful expression and saying: "It is an honor for me to serve the Khan. I don't think it's tiring at all."

"You are just too strict." Huang Taiji looked at Nan Chu again with satisfaction.

"Well, if you don't feel tired, then continue to attend court."

"Yes, Khan."

Nan Chu breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the Khan simply felt that he was tired and wanted to give him a holiday.

After chatting with Huang Taiji, we naturally had to talk about the serious affairs of Mongolia. Back to the main business, Huang Taiji was still a very responsible and capable emperor.

After the two men finished discussing their business, Huang Taiji nodded slightly, added in some missing details about what Nan Chu had done, and then prepared to let Nan Chu leave.

When leaving, Nan Chu inexplicably thought of the sick Zhalut in the mansion. He heard that most Han doctors were much better than witch doctors, especially the imperial physicians who had surrendered to the Khan. Why not ask the Khan to send a few imperial physicians back to see Fu Jin? Maybe she would get better faster.

After thinking about it, Nan Chu stopped walking.

Huang Taiji looked at Nan Chu who was still in the hall with some surprise, "Nan Chu, is there anything else?"

Nan Chu knelt down and said respectfully, "I have heard that most Han Chinese doctors are highly skilled. I beg the Khan to grant one to my wife."

Huang Taiji was stunned.

Ever since Zhalut was given to Nanchu, and his beloved Hailanzhu was by his side, if it weren't for Nanchu, he would have almost forgotten the existence of Zhalut Borjigit.

Recalling that Borjigit was given to Nanchu by him when she had just given birth to a daughter and was in confinement, and now Nanchu gave him the imperial physician, it must be that his health was not good, Huang Taiji felt inexplicably guilty.

But the feeling was fleeting.

His face was serious, and his expression was unrecognizable. He smiled faintly and said, "You are nice to her."

Nan Chu was just about to guess what Huang Taiji meant when he heard Huang Taiji's next words.

"Well, you can take the two imperial physicians back with you."

"Yes."

...He came alone, and when he left, Nan Chu brought two old Han doctors with him.

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As soon as the two imperial physicians followed Nan Chu back, they began to perform their duties and took the pulse of their former master, Zaruut Donggong Fujin, whom they thought they would never see again.

The two men were worthy of being the imperial doctors sent to the palace. After taking Zarut's pulse for a few minutes, they described Zarut's current condition in detail.

After taking her pulse, the two men said to Nan Chu, who was guarding the door, "Fujin's tongue coating is light red and thin, and her pulse is stringy or thready. Furthermore, she just gave birth and is emotionally stimulated, leaving her in a low mood. This is due to liver qi stagnation, coupled with qi and blood deficiency. This is a time when evil qi can easily invade."

Nan Chu didn't understand what the imperial physician said, but he knew that it was definitely not a good situation. He said anxiously, "Is there a solution to this problem? Let Fu Jin get better soon."

The two doctors exchanged glances before the older, thinner doctor stepped forward. He stroked his beard and said, "Don't worry, my lord. The wife's current condition is actually easy to treat. Just prescribe some medicine for her to drink. It's just that her mental illness is not easy to cure."

Nan Chu understood what the imperial physician meant. That is, Fu Jin's biggest problem now was not a physical illness but a mental illness. He frowned and said, "The imperial physician can go ahead and treat it. As for the mental illness, I will persuade him in the future."

"Yes."

The doctors answered in unison.

Doctor Hu, the thin doctor who had just answered Lord Nan Chu, stroked his beard and watched Lord Nan Chu walking away. He suddenly felt that it might not be a bad thing for their Donggong Fujin to marry out of the palace and become the wife of Lord Nan Chu.

Based on what he had just seen, this gentleman was undoubtedly a man of good character. If Lady Zhalute could think it through, she would have a good life in the future.

Doctor Hu thought about it and started to think about the prescription for Fu Jin more seriously with his colleagues.

……

When Qingyin woke up, it was already midnight.

She opened her eyes, and the room was dark. Only the faint light of a candle in front of her was in front of her, which stung her open eyes.

Her throat was a little dry, and her mouth was full of a bitter taste of medicine. Even the room was filled with an unpleasant bitter smell of medicine. It was obvious that she was sick.

Qingyin forced herself to sit up despite the remaining discomfort in her lower body and the strong feeling of hunger. She looked around the room, at the little girl dressed like a maid beside the bed, and at the expensive decorations in the room that were filled with the smell of medicine but still looked quite noble. She vaguely guessed which memory node she was currently in.

She closed her eyes and dozed off, accepting the memories of her original self.

Her original name was Zhalut Borjigit, the daughter of Daiqing Beile of the Zhalut tribe of Mongolia. In the sixth year of the Tiancong reign (1632), she surrendered to the Later Jin Dynasty and was immediately appointed Crown Princess. In the seventh year of the Tiancong reign, she gave birth to the sixth daughter of the emperor, and in the ninth year, the ninth daughter. That same year, she lost the battle for favor with Hailanzhu and was expelled from the palace by Huang Taiji on the grounds of "disagreement." In 1635, she was given to Nanchu, a noble of the Yehe tribe (Huang Taiji's cousin).

After being given to Nan Chu, she remained depressed and frail, her two daughters in the palace the only thing keeping her alive. Without their mother's protection, they died young. Upon learning of her own daughters' deaths, Zarut, outside the palace, was overcome with grief and vomited blood, soon succumbing to depression himself. (This is for plot purposes only, so don't take it personally, dear ones.)

This is the original body's short life.

It was the evening of the third day after the original body was given to Nan Chu.

The original body had just been granted marriage, and was so upset that he had been on a hunger strike for several days. Coupled with his emotional agitation, he had been in a semi-comatose state.

Qingyin opened her eyes and touched her stomach weakly, "No wonder she's so hungry?"