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Yongshou Palace.

Five years ago, Emperor Yongchu Yan Cheng listened to the words of the Taoist priests around him and insisted on moving his bedroom here. It is said that because of the excellent Fengshui here, it can gather the dragon energy of the entire imperial city and prolong life.At that time, Cui Qiao sneered at this statement, but she would not argue with the current Holy Majesty over such an insignificant matter.

It’s just that Yongshou Palace is located in the southwest corner of the imperial city, which is quite a distance from Zhaoyang Palace. In addition, Cui Qiao always feels that there is a strange smell lingering in Yongshou Palace all the year round, so in recent years, unless it is absolutely necessary, he rarely takes the initiative Come here.

Unexpectedly, in the current situation, coming to Yongshou Palace every day has become the norm.

"See Empress Dowager." Wang Zhong saw Cui Qiao's sedan chair approaching, and immediately stepped forward to salute and helped him down.

Cui Qiao responded with a rather tired expression.Because not long after she was confinement, her body was still quite weak. At this moment, even the capital could feel the bleakness of autumn, so she couldn't help stretching out her hand to tighten the cloak on her body, and walked towards the closed palace gate. Take a look: "How is Your Majesty today?"

"I just took the medicine and fell asleep again." Wang Zhong replied obediently, "The imperial doctor just asked for a pulse. Compared with yesterday, there is no abnormality. Your empress can rest assured for now."

"Nothing unusual?" Cui Qiao smiled softly, "It's not worse, but it's not bad." Cui Qiao turned his head and glanced at the towering palace behind him, "It's really an eventful year. "

Wang Zhong lowered his head slightly, and did not respond, but thoughtfully stepped forward to open the palace door for Cui Qiao. Cui Qiao glanced at him, walked in, and asked, "Apart from the imperial doctor, who else is here today?" Pass?"

"Go back to empress, Concubine Shu came here once as usual, and left after seeing His Majesty falling asleep and crying for a while." Wang Zhong couldn't help lowering his voice when he said this, "Old slave dares to say that His Majesty is now more sleepy than you are every day." I've been sober for a long time, shouldn't it be the same as before, prohibiting others from visiting?"

"Prohibition?" Cui Qiao shook his head lightly, "Before His Majesty was unconscious, this Palace had no choice but to make such a decision, but the news spread out anyway, and it added a lot of speculation. Otherwise, how could King Rui set off in a good manner? Back to the capital? Call them if you want to visit, let them see that His Majesty is still awake, it is a deterrent anyway, as for how long the deterrence can last, it depends on Wei's strength."

Speaking of this, Cui Qiao suddenly stopped and let out a soft sigh: "The sky in this capital will change sooner or later."

Wang Zhong was taken aback, but the slight sigh on Cui Qiao's face had dissipated, and he walked inward.Looking at her thin back, Wang Zhong couldn't help shaking his head, and followed her into the inner hall.

For fear of disturbing Yan Cheng's rest, the doors and windows of the hall were all covered, and only a few candles were lit, making the whole hall look extremely dark, even a bit gloomy and cold.As soon as Cui Qiao entered, the servants in the hall greeted him, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is awake."

Cui Qiao responded, took off the cloak and handed it to the waiter, walked slowly to the bed, and found that Yan Cheng was not only awake, but also sitting up, looking down at the memorial in his hand intently, he couldn't help but raise his head when he heard the sound of footsteps , showing a rather pale smile towards Cui Qiao: "The queen is here."

"The concubine sees Your Majesty." Cui Qiao saluted generously, and then sat down next to the edge of the bed, glanced at the memorial in his hand, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

Noticing her movements, Yan Cheng just smiled lightly, and couldn't help covering his lips and coughing, before asking, "How is Ju'er today?"

"Your Majesty can rest assured that there is a wet nurse to take care of you." Cui Qiao replied lightly.

"The Queen's people are doing things properly, so I can rest assured." Yan Cheng raised his hand and rubbed his forehead lightly, closed the memorial in his hand, and handed it to Cui Qiao, "Queen, please approve this memorial for me. .”

Cui Qiao was holding the memorial in his hand, his expression was indistinguishable, and after a long time, he smiled softly: "If it's not something urgent, it will be too late for His Majesty to come back when he is in better spirits."

Yan Cheng shook his head lightly. He grabbed Cui Qiao's slender wrist, patted her hand lightly, and then said slowly: "If I get better, it may be too late. It's probably because I'm seriously ill. The news spread, but it happened to catch up with the war in the northwest, so Nanyue couldn't hold back. Although the southwest is the fiefdom of King Kang, you also know that person Chen Qi. Since he attacked the king and rushed to the southwest more than ten years ago, every day Since then, he only cares about eating, drinking and having fun, and these things have always been regarded as irrelevant to himself, and I can't count on them."

"Chen Qi..." Cui Qiao's expression froze for a moment, and then returned to normal, "Since it's such an urgent matter, how about the concubine go and call Dr. Guanglu and others?"

"Zheng Jing?" Yan Cheng lowered his eyes slightly, "After I fell ill, he seems to be very busy." He calmed down the emotion in his eyes, and then gently patted Cui Qiao's hand, "Ah Qiao, I There is no intention of testing today."

Cui Qiao's body froze slightly, and he held the memorial tightly with his fingers. After a long time, he nodded, got up and came to the desk: "The concubine will take over the responsibility once today."

Yan Cheng turned his head and glanced at the indifferent figure in front of the desk, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and then he closed his eyes wearily.

The hall became extremely quiet again, only the sound of Cui Qiao writing. At this time, a servant suddenly stepped in, glanced at the bed, and found that Yan Cheng closed his eyes again at some point, as if he had entered the bed. Falling asleep, she had no choice but to turn to Cui Qiao, and said in a low voice, "Empress Empress, His Royal Highness King Rui begs to see you."

"King Rui?" Cui Qiao paused slightly with his hand holding the pen, tilted his head and thought about it, and then nodded: "It seems that he came to pay his respects just after entering the capital." She turned her head and glanced at the bed, Just when he was about to refuse, Yan Cheng, who was drowsy, opened his eyes again, "Since I came back from a long distance, I always want to meet, please come in."

The heavy cloak on Yan Jing's body had already faded outside the gate of the palace, and he was only wearing a white robe, which looked clear and upright. As usual, there was no expression on his cold and beautiful face, even if he saw Cui Qiao sitting in front of the desk, Holding a vermilion pen in hand, there are no waves

He just turned to Yan Cheng, who was on the sick bed, and just lowered his eyes, and then saluted himself: "My son, see the father." Then he paused, and turned to Cui Qiao who was in front of the desk, "See the mother."

Yan Cheng fixed his eyes on his eldest son, and nodded his head after a long time: "Let's be flat. The emperor has traveled all the way back, it's hard work."

"I don't dare," Yan Jing got up, her eyes naturally fell on Yan Cheng. The last time father and son met was at the end of spring, and in a blink of an eye, it was almost early winter. It didn't take long, but it seems that many things did happen. matter.

He didn't spend much time with Yan Cheng and his son, and the father in his memory was always aloof, majestic and fearsome.At this moment, Yan Cheng looked pale and haggard, and his whole face exuded a strong sickness. It seemed that what his mother and concubine said in the letter was indeed true. His father was seriously ill, and he might not last long.

Of course, this kind of thing is well known, and no one will really say it.

Yan Jing was carefully looking at Yan Cheng, and Yan Cheng was also staring at his eldest son. After a long time, he slowly said, "Is the Northwest still safe?"

Yan Jing lowered his eyes slightly, and replied indifferently: "It should be good to have Xuan Ping Hou here. But the father also knows that there is not much intersection between my son and Xuan Ping Hou, so how is the war on the northwest front now?" The son-in-law is not clear either, and I hope the emperor will forgive me."

Cui Qiao had been sitting in front of the desk until he heard Yan Jing mention his younger brother, then raised his head and glanced at him, then slightly pursed the corners of his lips, lowered his head and continued writing.

"Well," Yan Cheng replied casually, "With Marquis Xuan Ping here, I can rest assured."

Yan Jing bit her lower lip slightly, and then said slowly: "I heard that my father is in ill health, and I am very worried about it, and I hope my father can take care of the dragon's body."

"With the imperial doctor here, it's not a big deal." Yan Cheng couldn't help raising his hand and coughed lightly when he said this, "Since you have been crowned king, you shouldn't have to go back and forth for such a trivial matter, but it's because of your filial piety." I don’t want to blame you anymore. I heard that the winter in Yunzhou is unbearable, so since I’m back, I’ll stay in the capital for a while.”

"My son, thank you father and emperor."

This is probably the most the father and son have talked in recent years. For Yan Jing and Yan Cheng, both have reached their limit.In addition, Yan Cheng's spirit is not good, and he has lowered his eyes. In the past, Yan Jing would leave in a timely manner at such times, but he didn't expect that this time, he did not do so. Instead, he turned his eyes to Cui Qiao, and suddenly said: "The minister has not yet congratulated the queen mother, but Lin'er is so happy."

Cui Qiao didn't expect that Yan Jing would take the initiative to speak to him, and couldn't help being surprised, but he nodded in response.

Yan Jing pursed her lips, seeming a little hesitant, but still said to Cui Qiao: "I heard the news when I was in Yunzhou, so I asked someone to prepare a small gift..."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched a small box from his bosom, and offered it with both hands.Cui Qiao glanced at his hand, and was about to signal to the servant behind him to take it, when he heard Yan Jing continue: "So, I ask you, it's not convenient for me to go to Zhaoyang Palace today, so I can give this gift to you personally. Third brother?"

Cui Qiao's eyes were rounded in surprise, and then he glanced at the bed. Seeing that Yan Cheng seemed to have fallen asleep again, he looked away again, smiled softly, and nodded: "It just so happens that this palace I'm going back too, if His Highness doesn't mind, let's go together."

Speaking of this, she glanced at the box in Yan Jing's hand again: "It's rare that His Highness, who is thousands of miles away in Yunzhou, can still have such a heart, and I will naturally live up to it."

Yan Jing seemed to heave a sigh of relief, held the box well, then turned to Yan Cheng, regardless of whether the person responded, gave a respectful salute, and exited the hall first.