Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

"See the prince."

"Get up. Where's the Crown Princess?"

"Prince, the Crown Princess is resting in her room."

Upon hearing this, Fusu walked towards the Crown Princess's room.

Fusu walked quietly to the bed and stood there for a long time, looking at Li Yu who was frowning while sleeping.

After leaving the room, he asked Li Yu's maid, "Is the Crown Princess okay today?"

"Prince, the Crown Princess and her unborn child are doing well these past few days. However, her ankle has been severely swollen. The doctor has checked it out and it's nothing serious."

Fusu nodded, "Take good care of the Crown Princess."

"promise."

Zhangtai Palace

"How is your teacher today?"

Knowing that Fusu had gone to see Zhang Yuanqing, Ying Zheng put down the pen in his hand and asked when he saw Fusu come in.

"Father, the teacher has been coughing frequently these past few days and has already consulted a doctor."

Having said that, Fusu frowned, obviously still a little worried about his teacher's condition.

"How is the Crown Princess?"

"The Crown Princess and the unborn child are both fine, Father, rest assured."

When talking about his children, Fusu's face was filled with the joy of becoming a father for the first time.

"She's due in October, right?"

"Take care of them."

"promise."

Time flies, and another month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the first snow of winter fell over Xianyang City.

"cough cough cough"

Zhang Yuanqing casually took out a handkerchief, covered his lips with it and couldn't stop coughing. Qingque walked forward nervously.

"My Lord, I will ask a doctor to come and see you."

Zhang Yuanqing stopped coughing and looked at Qingque wearily. "No need. Didn't Doctor Chang Xian just come here a few days ago? It's okay. You can go down and boil the medicine."

Qingque had no choice but to turn around and leave. As she walked out the door, she could no longer control her tears from her eyes.

He quickly raised his sleeve to wipe it, and when he saw that no one saw him, he hurried away.

Not long after, Qingque came back with a bowl of medicine.

Zhang Yuanqing put down the pen in his hand, picked up the medicine and drank it in one gulp.

"cough cough"

"Go down."

After Qingque left, Zhang Yuanqing continued to write something at the desk with a pen in hand.

In this way, a few days passed, and one day, the sky cleared up, and the warm sun that had not risen for several days shone over Xianyang City, bringing a little warmth to the cold winter.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yuanqing finally put down the pen in his hand, his wrist trembling slightly, picked up the paper on the table, and a smile appeared on his tired face.

"Qingque, bring the box over here."

"promise."

Qingque took a box from the bookshelf, put it on the table and opened it.

Inside were sheets of paper written by Zhang Yuanqing over the past few days.

Zhang Yuanqing carefully sorted out the last few and put them into the box.

"Put this away. When the weather clears up in a few days, have Gao Yi deliver it to His Majesty."

Qingque understood how much the Marquis valued these things, and nodded seriously.

"Don't worry, my lord. I will take good care of it."

"That's good."

Zhang Yuanqing smiled, his eyes sparkling.

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

"promise."

Qingque put the box away and helped Zhang Yuanqing out of the study. Soon, they arrived at the dormitory.

The maids helped Zhang Yuanqing take off his outer robe. When Zhang Yuanqing lay down, Qingque tucked the corner of the quilt for him worriedly.

"Are Qingque, Ada, Aer, and the last child all right?"

Qingque paused, turned around and whispered, "With the Marquis's care, they are doing well. I heard that they are studying hard in the academy, and the teachers there like them very much."

"That's fine, that's fine."

"I'm going to sleep. If I don't wake up later, don't wake me. Also, please keep the jade pendant I prepared for you. It's my gift to the prince."

"When I was born, my parents specially had it made for me, saying that I could pass it down to my own children."

"Now, I will give it to the young master as a gift."

"I have already collected them and will personally deliver them to the Crown Princess after she gives birth."

"Okay, please remember this for me, don't forget it."

"Go ahead, I'm going to sleep."

After saying that, Zhang Yuanqing closed his eyes. Qingque hesitated for a long time and left the room quietly.

At one o'clock in the evening, snowflakes began to fall outside again. The heavy snow became heavier and heavier, and soon the sky and the earth were covered with layers of white gauze.

Qingque looked at the sky and quietly stood guard outside.

The other maids also stood silently.

He waited until the beginning of the night, but there was no movement inside. Qingque walked in cautiously and squatted beside the bed: "My Lord? My Lord?"

After calling out softly a few times, the Marquis did not wake up, and Qingque's face showed panic.

"My Lord, please wake up."

"My Lord, my Lord?"

After calling several times, there was still no response. "Quick, go get a doctor."

The maid outside also heard the noise, panicked, opened the door and hurried out.

"Gao Yi, Dali, hurry up and get the doctor."

Seeing the maids in such a panic, Gao Yi and Dali did not dare to delay for a moment and ran out.

"Qingque, are you calling me?"

Zhang Yuanqing, who was lying on the bed, finally heard the bluebird's call. He raised his slightly heavy eyelids and asked softly.

The tired voice, with its former gentleness, made Qingque unable to hold back her tears any longer.

"My Lord, you are awake."

Qingque wiped the tears from her face and looked at Zhang Yuanqing carefully.

"My Lord, would you like me to help you get up?"

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the dim candlelight in the room and smiled, "Get up."

The maids came in and Qingque took out a set of clean clothes from the closet.

Zhang Yuanqing took a look and shook his head.

"Didn't you ask the embroiderer to make me a lot of sky-blue winter clothes? Find one and change into it."

Qingque turned around, took out another set of clothes from the closet, and put them on Zhang Yuanqing.

After washing up, Chang stared at Fengxue carrying the medicine box, followed by Han Shui and Lu Sheng.

"Greetings to the Marquis."

Zhang Yuanqing sat in the outer room and watched several doctors come in. "Hurry up and get up."

"But Qingque came looking for you? Please excuse me, doctors, for making a trip."

As he spoke, Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his wrist, waiting for Chang Qiong and others to diagnose his pulse.

"Go prepare some food, I'm a little hungry."

Qingque and others took the order and retreated.

Chang Qiong sat on a chair and carefully took Zhang Yuanqing's pulse.

It took a long time before he withdrew his hand.

Nodding to Han Shui, Han Shui sat down again and then recorded the students.

The three people finished taking the pulse and frowned.

"Doctor, just say it straight. Ahem, ahem, ahem."

Chang Xian and the others looked at each other and said nothing.

Zhang Yuanqing chuckled, "I know it even if you don't tell me."

"Now that my worries are gone, I don't need to take the medicine."

Hearing this, Chang Xi and others were shocked.

"Master Hou!"

Zhang Yuanqing shook his head.

"It's okay. The doctors know that I can't tolerate that kind of medicine. I've drunk enough of it over the years."

"I'm sorry to bother you doctors today."

When Chang Xian and the others left, his eyes were slightly red.

Zhangtai Palace

Shi Yi ran in hurriedly in the wind and snow, just as Ying Zheng was about to rest.

"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister's Mansion has just sent for a doctor. The Right Prime Minister is not in good condition. I heard that the Right Prime Minister has refused to allow the doctor to prescribe medicine."

After saying this in one breath, Shi Yi knelt on the ground, not daring to make another sound.