After the horse was gone for about half an hour, Feng Yiyang took her to a temple in the suburbs.

The incense in this temple was not prosperous, and there were not many monks, so they walked all the way and finally entered the innermost side courtyard.

"Uncle Huang, why are you here!"

A surprised voice came, still full of childishness, and immediately after, a thin boy threw himself into Feng Yiyang's arms.

Feng Yiyang's nephew? How can you live in a temple?

Yu Xi was puzzled, but his face was silent.

Feng Yiyang put the boy down, and deliberately said with a straight face: "You are the son of heaven, what kind of system is it to be coquettish like this?" ”

Emperor? The boy in front of you?

Yu Xi remembered that the first emperor had been dead for 13 years, and the boy in front of him was only about 10 years old, he was a young emperor? Okay, what did Feng Yiyang take him to see the Son of Heaven for?

The little boy stuck out his tongue in embarrassment.

"Uncle Huang hasn't come back for so long, I miss you."

He is extremely close to Feng Yiyang, and he does not call himself me in front of Feng Yiyang.

He glanced at Yu Xi again, and suddenly exclaimed, "Chu Qingci? ”

"Who is Chu Qingci?" Yu Xi was puzzled again.

Feng Yiyang patted the little emperor on the head: "She is your master's sister, Gong Yuxi." ”

"It's too similar......," the little emperor exclaimed.

"What?" Who is she like?

"It's nothing, Huai Jin said that you look like the portrait hanging in the former emperor's bedroom. There are so many people like each other in the world. ”

Feng Yiyang replied vaguely, and glanced at the young man again.

The little emperor is also a smart child, and he hurriedly said: "Suddenly it looks like it, but it doesn't look like it anymore!" ”

Yu Xi is also inconvenient to get to the bottom of it, but he feels that this is not a simple matter.

The little emperor took the two of them back to the room and continued to watch the folds.

"It's not that you can recuperate with peace of mind, I'll deal with the affairs of the imperial court." Feng Yiyang said in a deep voice.

The little emperor put away his childish side just now and looked at his imperial uncle seriously.

"Since I'm not dead, I have to do something for these people. If you really die one day, you won't be ashamed to see your father over there. ”

Feng Yiyang nodded when he heard this, and sighed almost imperceptibly.

Yu Xi couldn't sit still, she looked at this emperor, her face was unhealthy crimson, like an ordinary person drunk.

The body is also weaker and shorter than the average boy.

ascended the throne at the age of half a year, and now he should be almost 14 years old, only two years younger than himself, and he is so young.

"Didn't the prince bring me here to see His Majesty?" She asked.

Feng Yiyang shook his head: "Huai Jin's illness has been treated for countless medical treatments, but nothing has improved. I just happened to meet you today, so I took you to meet him by the way. Huai Jin and my own flesh and blood are the same, you are my mother, naturally I want to meet. ”

Feng Yiyang was 16 years old and assisted half a year-old Feng Huaijin to ascend the throne, and he did not hesitate to clear the monarch's side for him, and wiped out the different voices of the government and the opposition, what he said was true. But...... Who's his wife?

"Your Majesty is tuberculosis." Yu Xi didn't bother to bother with him, so he just said.

"You don't need to check the pulse to see it?" The uncle and nephew were shocked.

Feng Huaijin was sick and hidden, but Yu Xi broke it with a word.

"Don't always say that you are dead, you can't die. I'll prescribe a prescription for you, and let people grab the medicine. Yu Xi nodded, and said in his heart that tuberculosis patients generally have red faces and hypothermia, and the little emperor is so thin, but his face is not pale, and he looks very good, but his hair is dull, and the main hair of the lungs is not tuberculosis.

The little emperor's big eyes were spinning, and he returned to his childish appearance.

"Uncle Huang, is she credible?"

He asked Feng Yiyang.

Feng Yiyang nodded, took a pen and paper and prescribed medicine for her.

Yu Xi waved his little hand and wrote "earth bone skin, mulberry white skin, burnt wormwood, and stem rice" on the paper and handed it to Feng Huaijin.

They are all common edible medicines.

"How's the dosage?" Feng Huaijin asked, how can there be a doctor who doesn't write the dose.

"Look at it, just four things. If you don't feel good, you can add some sugar. Yu Xi said. In her eyes, tuberculosis is not incurable, first diarrhea consumes fire, and then treatment, the best effect.

The ancients could not cure it, and the mortality rate of tuberculosis was extremely high, but either because it was an infectious disease, the disease was avoided from medical treatment, or the patient was always made to eat lightly, and the good people had no oil and water in their stomachs, and they had no strength to get better.

Feng Huaijin is like a person who doesn't eat anything, otherwise he wouldn't be so short.

Her prescription is like playing with it, and the uncle and nephew will be suspicious.

"Don't force it, I'll eat a few pairs if I can trust it, and throw it away if I believe it." Yu Xi looked at the looks of the two and had no choice but to say.

She wanted to help the little emperor out of a momentary kindness, so it was better not to be used as a fuss.