From the moment people landed, they decided whether they could be rich and noble in this life or be slaves, and many things in the dark had come to an end quietly before they began.

For example, this queen mother.

If you were born in an ordinary people's family, it is difficult to say whether you can live to this age, let alone hope that you can marry a good husband until you are married, or even conceive a child, and become an existence that can scare a dry person with a casual touch of your fingers.

Living like this, like a delicate and fragile porcelain, has a certain meaning of lingering.

It was as if someone was carefully holding it in his hand and caring for it with great tenderness.

But as soon as the man relented a little, the porcelain would fall to the ground with a thud and shatter into a mess that could not be picked up.

Such a rebellious truth, if he had been a teenager, the old lady doctor would probably have spoken without fear against the invisible eyes of His Majesty the Emperor.

But now he can't do that, and he doesn't dare to do it.

The young Son of Heaven's entire body was shrouded in the light of the sky, pulling into a slender shadow.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his cold and noble temperament poured down condescendingly, waiting for an answer.

There was no sound around, and there was a smell of silence for no reason, and I could only hear the faint sound of gasping in the corner and the intermittent, clear and long cry of the little palace maid in my ears.

The old lady doctor had a headache when she heard this, and the tip of her heart twitched intermittently.

He really wanted to bend his body harder, but unfortunately there was nowhere to drill.

Beneath the thick skull, there were tightly knit black and gold stone bricks, cutting off his last retreat.

At this age, the comfortable and comfortable old lady doctor who can already rely on the old man and sell the old life is anxious, and he is miserable.

After a pause, he didn't know how long to see, seeing that His Majesty in front of him didn't have the slightest intention of speaking, he had to bite the bullet and say, "The minister will open a prescription to come out, Niangniang is now pregnant, and it is inconvenient to drink those medicines from before." ”

After another pause, Song Yuxun finally gave a slight and almost negligible reaction.

He squeezed out an "um" from between his lips and teeth, his voice soft and almost nothing.

The old lady got up from the ground with a bone, and trembled his fingers to pinch the pen and paper brought by the little servant next to him.

The little guy was not much lighter than him, and the wolf was fighting on the tray like a helpless drop in a boiling oil pot.

For a while, two people, four hands, trembled very well with each other.

However, the Imperial Physician deserves to be a Imperial Physician, and he must have some ability to achieve this position today.

Under such a level of trembling, he still wrote a complete prescription head-on.

If you ignore the traces of those shallow and deep strokes, just looking at his ghostly font and full of medicinal materials, it seems to be very interesting.

But whether it will work or not, he does not dare to guarantee.

But recall, from the past, not counting the various talented people invited by His Majesty from the people openly and secretly, the prescriptions prescribed by the Tai Hospital to this queen mother are not 1,000 but 800.

A group of imperial doctors who had studied hard for decades before they became a teacher racked their brains, and they couldn't wait to take out the blood and throw it into the medicine jar and boil it for her to drink—as long as it could be useful, anything would be done.

However, after drinking bowl after bowl of decoction, day by day, the sorrow of the imperial doctors became deeper and deeper, but the queen mother's own illness did not move at all.

She is like a plant, her roots are rooted in a certain dimension of the past, stubbornly refusing to move forward, and she has the spirit of "let the wind blow in the southeast and northwest, I will not move".

The physicians were about to weep under the strength and tenacity of the doctors.

It was so before, and it is so now.

It's just that in the past, she was a single person, a woman, and she was already so precious that His Majesty would rather devote all the power of the world to just one person.

Now that she has another baby in her womb, it is even more precious to the point of breathtakingness.

And this fetus is not an ordinary fetus.

He is a dragon species, a hope, a small flame of new life under the meager lifeline of the Song family.

These two are their own troubles, and together they will be a disaster for thousands of years, and they can really be called a hot potato, and they can't put it down if they can afford it.

Even now, he hasn't been able to figure out anything that can cure him.

Needless to say, there is no way to alleviate it even slightly.

As soon as he spoke, he tossed and turned over and over, and all he could say was those words, which he took apart and merged, slid back and forth along his lips and tongue, and then returned to square one.

Talking about the past over and over again, the old lady doctor is boring by himself.

But His Majesty is not boring, he still has to ask over and over again, so even if he finds it boring, he still has to say it again.

It is true that the old lady, as a courtier with normal body and mind, did not have the iron blood to die for the country and the people at any time, but now he has to take the hard head and pick up this hot potato under pressure greater than going to the battlefield.

Pick it up, hold it in your chest, and you have to hold it very respectfully.

In the past, everyone said that it was not difficult to become a doctor.

Ankang Shengshi can rely on a pair of wonderful hands to rejuvenate the dead wood, and in troubled times, he can also sway left and right like the grass on the wall, in short, he can find a way to live no matter what.

However, it is not difficult to be a doctor, but it is not very simple to be a doctor next to His Majesty.

In the same way, it is not difficult to prescribe a prescription, but it is not very simple to prescribe an effective prescription.

The old lady doctor Ping kowtowed to the ancestor a few times in his heart for the umpteenth time, and was ready to take off his head and put it on the offering table as a sacrifice at any time, and then pretended to be calm and presented the recipe to the young emperor.

Song Yu didn't even look at it, ignoring his uneasy reaction, only turned his head away, said "hmm", and then indifferently rewarded him with two words.

He said, "Go ahead." ”

The old lady then stood up tremblingly, thanked Lord Long with trembling chaff, and then withdrew.

He was very surprised to be able to evacuate this place so easily, and he was also very happy at the same time, so he moved quickly, his legs and feet were very clever and easy to use, and there was no trace of old age and infirmity.

The tears of the little palace maid lying on the ground were dry, and the corners of her eyes were so blurred that she could barely open them.

The sun seemed to turn a little more arc, and the light light penetrated into the hall, swept the corners of His Majesty's clothes, and pulled out a shadow and fell before her eyes.

fell with it, and Song Yuxun's light and cold command.

"From tomorrow onwards, I will come and accompany the Queen to breakfast. Tell the kitchenette to prepare bean paste buns, red bean porridge, and ......"

The little palace maid was stunned for a moment, then raised her head unconsciously, and her heavy dazed eyes penetrated into the warm sunlight through her blurred tears.