Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Lu Ziqing and Xiao Yan were forced by Lu Qianshan to stay and have dinner before leaving the Lu residence.

It was past midnight, the rain was still falling, and the sky darkened early.

Lu Ziqing sat in the carriage, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his face and nose slightly red from the cold.

There was no heating in Lu Qianshan's house. Even with the doors and windows closed, the wind could still blow through. He was shivering with cold while eating, so Xiao Yan finished early.

Xiao Yan took a blanket from the small bed behind Lu Ziqing and wrapped it in him, then poured him some hot tea, which felt cold to the touch with his fingertips.

"It's freezing cold."

Lu Ziqing drank some hot tea, rubbed his blocked nose, and pulled the blanket over his nose.

"Winter in the capital city is indeed colder than in the south. The wind feels like a knife cutting my skin."

"It's not snowing yet, so the temperature isn't the coldest yet." Xiao Yan took the cup and poured another one over, handing it over. "It's not like the south. Remember to put on more clothes when you go out."

Lu Ziqing held the hot cup in his hands and was about to speak when Xiao Yan naturally stretched out his hands and held them in his hands.

His heart skipped a beat and he quickly pulled his hand back, causing some of the hot tea to spill onto his hand.

Xiao Yan only realized that he had been offended by the sudden retreat. He explained, "I'm sorry, I saw you shivering from the cold, so I..."

Lu Ziqing suddenly felt that he was being hypocritical and was ashamed. "Thank you, my Lord. I, I can do it myself."

The carriage was dim and the two fell into a brief silence. The carriage wheels rumbled and the rain drowned out the voices of passers-by on the street.

Lu Ziqing listened for a while, then broke the awkward silence, looked at Xiao Yan, and asked, "Who is Consort Xian? I only heard that she worships Buddha all year round."

Xiao Yan withdrew his thoughts, looked back at him, and said, "Noble Concubine Xian is the mother of Prince Su. She is gentle and virtuous, with a kind heart, and a woman who does not quarrel with the world. The emperor used to love her very much, but being in the harem inevitably makes her involved in disputes. Perhaps she got tired of it, so Noble Concubine Xian began to worship Buddha in seclusion, not caring about worldly affairs."

"Prince Su's mother?"

Lu Ziqing couldn't believe it. If the virtuous concubine had such a good reputation, what grudge did she have against his master? Why did she deliberately send people to hunt them down for years?

Seeing his expression, Xiao Yan added, "This result is somewhat surprising. Perhaps you don't want to hear it. Concubine Xian doesn't seem like someone who would do such a thing."

Before finding out the truth of the matter, Lu Ziqing didn't want to refute any extreme words in front of Xiao Yan.

"My Lord, you know more about the people and things in the palace than I do. The owner of this jade pendant already knows about it, and I will definitely investigate it thoroughly in the future."

Emperor Shengzhi turned over the empress's nameplate tonight. The candles in Changchun Palace were burning brightly. He lifted the hanging curtain and entered the inner room.

The queen was wearing a middle dress and had her hair loose, standing by the window in a daze. Instead of calling her, he took his outer dress from the hanger and walked over to put it on her.

The queen looked sideways and saw the clothes on her shoulders, then turned around and saluted immediately. Emperor Shengzhi lifted her hand and asked her softly.

"It's freezing cold, why don't you just lie down in bed? What are you doing standing here?"

The queen is a few years older than Wan Shulan, but she is well maintained and looks very young, with a dignified temperament.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she forced a smile. "If you hadn't come, I couldn't sleep, so I stood by the window alone for a while."

"I was busy reviewing memorials with the cabinet members and stayed up a bit late."

Emperor Shengzhi helped the empress to the bed like an ordinary husband, lifted the quilt and let her lie down, then he hid in the quilt himself, hugged her and half leaned against the head of the bed.

"You are worried about the state affairs of the previous dynasty, so you should take care of your health. As your wife, I can only remind you, but I can't help you share your worries." said the queen.

Emperor Shengzhi sighed, gently pinched her arm, and answered the question irrelevantly.

"Are you thinking about Mu'er?"

The queen's expression froze when she heard this, tears instantly welled up in her eyes, and her voice gradually became hoarse.

"If Mu'er were still here, he would definitely share your worries. But God had no mercy on me and took him away from me."

She leaned on Emperor Shengzhi's chest and cried silently, "It's winter again, and it's still a rainy day like this, I..."

The pain of losing her son surged like a tide on the winter night. Tears flowed freely from the queen's eyes, but she tried her best to hold them back.

Emperor Sheng Zhi held her trembling shoulders tightly, with a sad look on his face, and comforted her slowly.

"Mu'er is our first child. He is well-behaved and lovely, but we are not meant to be together. After so many years, he may have already been married to a good family. You have Chen Jing by your side. He is filial and sensible. It's time to slowly let go of it."

"Sanlang makes me feel relieved. I also want to let go of the past, but..." The queen choked for a moment and calmed herself down.

"I just can't understand why she could do such a cruel thing to a child when she is such a cute and well-behaved child and she is a mother herself."

"When faced with extreme power and interests, people will not look at people and things." Emperor Shengzhi hugged her and said.

"Even if the wet nurse were to resurrect, and you killed her a hundred or a thousand times, Mu'er would not come back. The dead are gone, and we still have a long way to go. From now on, Jing'er and I will be by your side."

It’s not that the Queen doesn’t understand, she just doesn’t want to admit it. It’s a blessing for a child in the royal family to grow up safely.

The raindrops flowed down the tiles onto the ground, making a loud noise. She leaned in Emperor Sheng Zhi's arms and nodded silently.

The rain didn't subside until the third day, and Lu Ziqing stepped into the laundry room holding an umbrella.

Today he remembered Xiao Yan's repeated instructions and put on an indigo cloak. It was Xiao Yan who gave him his own cloak after he returned from Lu Qianshan two days ago.

Several palace maids were sitting under the eaves, busy washing clothes in the bucket. When they saw someone coming, they all stood there without doing anything, just staring blankly.

Lu Ziqing felt a little embarrassed by being looked at, so he walked up to a palace maid and asked her, "Excuse me, young lady, which room is Eunuch Yuan in?"

The palace maid stared at Lu Ziqing as if she had lost her soul. After a moment of trance, she pointed to the side shyly.

"In, in the main courtyard."

"Thank you girl."

Lu Ziqing nodded and gestured to go to the main courtyard in front. After he had completely entered, the palace maids on both sides of the eaves began to hum excitedly, looking like young girls in love.

Next to the palace maid who was asked for directions, another little palace maid stretched out her foot to touch her with interest.

"Hey, he just called you Miss. That gentleman is so elegant and polite to people like us. He doesn't seem to have any official airs."

The palace maid smiled without answering, and occasionally glanced at the main courtyard on the side.

In the office of the main courtyard, a slightly plump eunuch was half leaning against the head of the couch, covered tightly with his hands and still shivering. Lu Ziqing felt his pulse.

"Doctor Lu, what is wrong with me? I'm shaking with cold, and my head hurts so much. My whole body hurts."

Lu Ziqing withdrew his hand and examined the patient again, then stood up and replied, "Eunuch Yuan has aversion to cold and body aches, and his pulse is floating and tight. This is due to the invasion of cold qi and the infection of wind and cold. I will prescribe a prescription to dispel wind and cold, and he will be fine after taking it."

After the consultation, he stepped out of the main gate of the courtyard and saw a familiar figure walking in front of him.

He subconsciously looked sideways and saw Hongxiu passing by the corridor and heading towards the side yard.