In August, when the golden cinnamon under the corridor began to smell, Pei Baoer's "illness" finally recovered.

Beiyan was very happy: "It just so happened that there were some river crabs on the local tribute, from the salt pavilion, which were very large and delicious." Master, if you are not good, Imperial Doctor Zhang is afraid that he will not let you eat it. ”

Pei Baoer, who has been in a slightly depressed mood recently, heard that there was something delicious, and her heart was also moved, but her mouth was a little sour: "It's all people's fat and people's ointment, and it's the same whether you eat it or not." So saying, she prepared to get up and go out into the garden to exercise her muscles and bones, on the grounds that she had been sick and rusty all these days.

Beiyan immediately felt like a great enemy, and hurriedly asked people to call Li Si, a newly transferred craftsman in the palace, who was the best at regulating flowers and trees, and had replaced Chu Er, who had suffered a lot of flesh and blood and was driven out of the house. Let him go to patrol the garden first to make sure that there are no strange and newly grown flowers and plants, and then dare to let Pei Bao'er go out.

Pei Baoer couldn't cry or laugh very much, not to mention that Aunt Liu was far away in the imperial tomb, and besides, after this incident, even if someone wanted to harm her, it was estimated that they would not be stupid enough to use the same trick. What's more, the tragic scene at the execution scene that day is vivid, and those who went to watch the execution should be unforgettable for a short time, let alone have any different intentions.

It's just that today she looked at the obvious gaps in the garden, as well as the newly planted flower seedlings in some parts to fill them, and when she sighed slightly, she saw a graceful Aunt Qin.

"The concubine asks the princess for peace, and the princess is blessed."

To tell the truth, Aunt Qin was actually born well, with good facial features, not fat or thin, but with a thin waist and round hips, she walked with such a taste, because of her calm gait and restrained expression, but she would not look frivolous, just a natural and romantic posture.

If the Liu family is a gorgeous poppy and the Lin family is a delicate hibiscus, then the Qin family should be regarded as a dignified and charming Fusang flower.

Such a beauty doesn't seem to be valued by Qi Heng, and her sense of presence in the house is even lower than that of the "cautious" Liu family in previous years, even if she hugged the thick thigh of the old lady, it seems that there is no result?

Qi Heng looks so pure-hearted and has few desires, it can't really be for himself, right? Pei Baoer couldn't believe it from the bottom of her heart.

She walked away and didn't let Qin get up in time, so Qin honestly maintained that squatting posture and didn't dare to relax for a moment.

This scene fell in the eyes of the maids behind Pei Bao'er, and it was naturally understood that the princess was beating Aunt Qin. But while they were gloating, they also realized that this Aunt Qin really deserved to be from the palace, and she learned etiquette very carefully and thoughtfully.

"Oh, excuse me." Pei Baoer realized it later.

She didn't have any mood and experience with Concubine Qi Heng, she glanced at the small bamboo basket in Aunt Qin's hand, and knew that she was mostly here to pick flowers and break branches or something, so she said, "You do your thing." ”

Qin lowered his eyes slightly, gave another salute, and said softly: "Yes, the cheap concubine will go to pick flowers for the old lady first." ”

Looking at the back of the Qin clan as Nana left, Beiyan snorted softly: "This Aunt Qin, for fear that others will not know that she is slapping the old lady, and deliberately showing off in front of you, the master." Master, you are also lenient, just let her go like this! ”

"Otherwise, will she be punished for kneeling here and picking flowers?" Pei Baoer retorted with lack of interest.

Beiyan wanted to speak, but saw that Pei Bao'er had a bad look on her face, so she had to keep silent.

This year, the weather is dry and there is little rain, and although the flowers and plants in the garden are carefully cared for, they still look a little listless. Of course, this may also be because Pei Baoer is in a bad mood and feels unenergetic when she sees anything. In addition, she met an Aunt Qin again, she couldn't help but think about some other things again, and she was even more bored, and she didn't go back to this garden for long.

When it was time for dinner, looking at the crab soup presented, she couldn't help but think of Pei Zimeng in Nanyi, as well as those drought-stricken state capitals in the south, who had no appetite, and only ate a few bites hastily.

And then for days.

Just when she began to wonder if she had the sequelae of poisoning, or some kind of depression or something, the person who suddenly collapsed was not her, but Qi Heng.

Front yard main house.

“…… The prince has been too tired recently, so he will relapse into the old disease, if it is still like this, it is not easy to recuperate, but I am afraid of ......"

After receiving the news, Pei Bao'er, who was dragged by her fat son to visit the patient, heard such a diagnosis through the door, and her voice was somewhat familiar, like Imperial Doctor Zhang, who had been stationed in the palace for nearly half a month a while ago. Soon, another middle-aged man's voice sounded in the room, a little rough, like the judge from the Tai Hospital.

However, a recurrence of an old disease?

The question that had been pressed to the bottom of her heart couldn't help but bubble up like a small bubble, and it got bigger and bigger.

Qi Heng was notoriously bad at writing when he was a prince. However, it's not that he doesn't know how to write and ink, but he is not good at writing those elegant literary endowments, and he can memorize all kinds of scripture and history subsets, especially military books, which have a lot on the shelves in his study. It is said that when Concubine Wei was most discouraged, she considered whether to let Qi Heng grow up to guard the border and be an unfavored prince with military achievements, which is better than living a depressed life in the court. For this goal, Qi Heng learned some kung fu very much, although it is not first-class, but it is more than enough for self-preservation. Because of this layer, his body is also quite healthy, not to mention the sick son Kang Wang, even compared with the eldest and second and fourth, he is also a top one, and there is almost no opportunity to ask for a doctor all year round.

In general, if you don't look at it from the harsh eyes of the first emperor, Qi Heng can be regarded as a young talent with both civil and military skills. But later, because of various things, Qi Heng failed to go to the frontier, but stayed in Beijing to play open and secret battles, and he had no chance to go into battle to kill the enemy and unfortunately be injured.

In Pei Baoer's memory, he is a person who can sneeze all year without hitting one. After three years of separation, how could they suddenly become so weak when they said goodbye?

At first, when she first came back, she was so angry that she didn't have time to think about it. Later, after she became less angry, there were still layers of estrangement, and she held the turtle mentality of getting by, refusing to let herself think about those problems that she had and didn't. She didn't ask, and he wouldn't take the initiative to say, so it dragged on until now.

Listening to Imperial Doctor Zhang's meaning, he is not only weak, but also suffering from some chronic diseases?

Pei Bao'er frowned, and couldn't help but open her mind. It can't be that when the first emperor died, the situation in Beijing was chaotic, and who poisoned him, right? If you think about it carefully, it's even more impossible, he's not a green-headed boy, how can he not be such a trivial matter if he has obviously been an emperor for a lifetime?

"Ah Liang, aren't we going in?" The fat son looked worried, pulling her skirt with one hand and holding her hand with the other, sweating with relish, he couldn't tell whose sweat it was.

She sighed, "Of course ......"

At this moment, the people in the door also heard the sound, and Song Yan came out to greet him, and a face that was originally very well maintained was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum in the wind.

"It turned out that the princess was here, why didn't the people below report it, it's really damned!"

Pei Bao'er said: "It's okay, I asked them not to make a loud noise." She crossed the threshold and asked as she walked in, "Is the prince asleep or awake at this time?" What exactly did the Imperial Doctor say? Fang Cai only listened to a few words, and had some questions, and wanted to ask him. ”

Song Yan said, "The prince is still asleep." However, if you know that the princess is coming, you will definitely be happy in your dreams. ”

Pei Bao'er was a little embarrassed, coughed lightly twice, and pretended not to hear. Then, he turned his head and asked about Qi Heng's condition with Shao Yuanju and Zhang Yuyi.

"Princess Qiyu, the prince's illness this time is menacing, and the pulse is ......"

As for the little fat man who had been holding her hand tightly, he had slipped away like a fish, slipped to his father's bed, and lay there staring at his father, just as he had been waiting for her to wake up a few days ago.

Pei Bao'er retracted her eyes and focused her attention on Shao Yuanju, who was talking.

“…… Judging from the pulse case, the prince's illness this time is very similar to the illness a year ago, but it ......" Speaking of this, Shao Yuanju suddenly looked at Imperial Doctor Zhang hesitantly.

Pei Bao'er said, "Shao Yuan judged that there is something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

Shao Yuanju still hesitated and said: "Since Weichen took the post of court judge last year, he is mainly responsible for the pulse cases of several masters in the palace. ”

Pei Baoer had a bad premonition in her heart, and she was afraid that what she was going to say was not good.

She glanced at Imperial Doctor Zhang, and the latter said bluntly: "Since the prince has been sick a few years ago, his body and bones are not as good as before, and he always has to recur his old disease every time he reaches the end of the year, but this year is a little early, and the Weichen are a little worried, I am afraid it is not a good sign." ”

"What do you mean it's not good?" Pei Baoer repeated this sentence blankly. You can't say that guy is dying, right?

Seeing this, Shao Yuan hurriedly interjected: "Please don't worry too much, princess." Imperial Doctor Zhang's mouth has always liked to talk about the seriousness of the condition. The prince is blessed with a great life, but because of the recent complicated affairs of the court and too much hard work, the old disease has recurred. There is our hospital here, and there are so many rare medicinal materials, are you afraid that you won't be able to cure the prince? Imperial Doctor Zhang, don't you say? ”

Imperial Doctor Zhang's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "The court's judgment is reasonable," and stopped talking.

"Then, how long will it take for the prince to get better? Is the recipe ready? ”

Shao Yuan's judgment answered them one by one, but Pei Baoer was not very satisfied with the vague time in his mouth, but he couldn't.

"In this case, the prince's illness depends on the two of them."

Shao and Zhang went out, Pei Baoer thought about it, and went into the inner room to take a look, but saw that the little fat man was no longer lying in front of the bed, but got into the quilt and hugged his father tightly.

Pei Bao'er said in a low voice: "What are you naughty?" Your father is sick and needs a good rest, so you have to wake him up. ”

The little fat man was full of words, but he also lowered his voice and replied: "Ah Liang, my father seems to be very cold, I am afraid that he will not sleep well, so I will help him warm the quilt." ”

As if afraid that she wouldn't believe it, the little fat man stretched out a fleshy little hand again, beckoned to her, and said, "Ah Liang, come here, you touch your father's hand, it's like an ice cube." Also, his face is very cold. ”

Pei Baoer muttered, "I don't want to touch ......" but walked to the bed by surprise.

She ignored the little fat man's move to quietly lift the corner of the brocade quilt and let her touch his father's weak, pale and thin big hand, and glared at the little cub fiercely, telling him to lie down honestly, not to be a demon, and to re-fold the brocade quilt.

Qi Heng's whole person was tightly wrapped, only his head was exposed, and there was long hair scattered on the floor.

It's just that if you look at it so closely, you can see that Qi Heng's complexion is worse than a few days ago. In the past, his face was pale, but perhaps because he was coercive, a pair of phoenix eyes were always deep and bright, which made people forget his sickness. Now his eyes are closed, his eye sockets are a little sallow, his breath is weak, and the vitality flowing in his eyes is no longer there, and it looks like a bit of a withered meaning.

She didn't quite understand how he had tossed himself into this.

Has the hat called the Regent already weighed him down? However, obviously he has been a serious emperor for most of his life, and he has every opportunity, so he still spoils one concubine after another with great energy, and gives birth to one younger brother and sister to her son?

If he really has a bad one, where will she and Qi Xiaochubby go?