The imperial doctor walked to the bed to check the pulse, took his left hand, and then his right hand, with a solemn face.

Liu Qi's heart pounded when he saw it, look at it like this, King Yue is not good. King Qin was deflated this time, and it is estimated that he will be very happy when he hears this news. Are you happy or unhappy?

Liu Qi peeked at King Yue's face, and hurriedly turned back.

I remember that many years ago, when the first queen was still there, the palace was peaceful, the first prince and the king of Yue Chenghuan were on their knees, and the first queen was generous, and at that time the palace never heard of anyone missing, or was punished.

Liu Qi swallowed the strangeness in his heart and sighed secretly.

Ask the doctor: "Doctor, what's wrong?" ”

The doctor took it again, and then withdrew his hand. He bowed solemnly to Zhao Guangyuan, "Your Highness's body is too strained, if it goes on like this, I am afraid it will hinder your lifespan." ”

Liu Qi was stunned, that family is short-lived? A sense of regret rose in my heart.

Cao Cuo snorted, pounced on him and grabbed the hand of the imperial doctor, "Our Royal Highness has lived a hard life for ten years, depressed, he has no one under his knees, if the longevity is damaged, how can the old slave be worthy of the trust of the first queen?" Pray to the Imperial Doctor to save our Highness! ”

Ten years of hard life, depressed?

Liu Qi's gaze moved to King Yue again. Seeing that there was no wave on his face, it seemed that the doctor immediately said that his time was short, and it did not affect his mood. Is this bearish?

is such a king of Yue, Jingzhong is still speculating about his purpose of opening a library and donating food to the victims?

Liu Qi snorted. Sure enough, my heart is dirty, and everything I see is dirty. Although he is also dirty, he is not enough to fall into the well of King Yue, who is already so miserable.

also helped Cao Cuo to ask the imperial doctor, "Please ask the imperial doctor to prescribe medicine, and be sure to ensure that King Yue is in good health, so as not to worry the emperor." ”

Zhao Guangyuan was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, "Let's go out, don't be noisy, this king is tired." ”

It's not that he's tired, he can't sleep for an hour or two a day, and the horses are foaming at the mouth, can he be lacking? Isn't it too much of a strain? Loss of lifespan? That must not be.

He has to live a long life, accompany Xia Er and Changzhi to live a good life.

When the time comes, I will go to Xia'er's side, and then go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. Otherwise, Xia Er is afraid to worry.

As for the Imperial Doctor here...... The doctors in the Tai Hospital are naturally level. Zhao Guangyuan slowly opened his eyes, saw that Cao Cuo was about to lead people out, and said, "Give a reward to the imperial doctor, he has worked hard to make this trip." ”

Cao Cuo responded: "Yes." ”

The imperial doctor also turned around and thanked him, glanced at the bed, and saw that King Yue was looking at him, so he lowered his head again.

When I walked outside, I saw Liu Qi asking, and exaggerated the condition several times, this time not only the strain was too much, but the longevity was really hindered, and there were no heirs.

Liu Qi heard it, and he knew it in his heart. Just silent.

The next day, Liu Qi went around the imperial mausoleum and the palace, and the emperor ordered that half of the fields in the imperial mausoleum be planted with watermelons next year.

Seeing that King Yue took care of the crops and planted vegetables and vegetables grew better than those in the fields, he looked at it carefully, thinking that he would report to the emperor when he went back, maybe the emperor felt sorry for King Yue, and allowed King Yue to go back to the palace of the capital to recuperate, so he could be regarded as doing a practical thing for the first queen.

There was a glimmer of joy rising in my heart.

Without much delay, he left with someone at the end of the next day.

Cao Cuo breathed a sigh of relief, "It's finally gone." I went to see the prince's small vegetable shed this day, and I don't know if I could see the flowers. ”

Cao Cuo was very angry. This Liu Qi, when he was in the palace, he was still brushing the toilets for the ladies of the palaces, and it was only a long time before he became a celebrity around the emperor.

Fortunately, the prince was not there, and he didn't forget to call Lin Qiushan to take care of the small vegetable shed every day, the prince has been guarding the imperial tomb for ten years, and his daily routine is not to copy the scriptures, clean and take care of the imperial tomb, and plant flowers and grass idlely. I've been growing vegetables for ten years, and the craftsmanship is not better than that of ordinary Linghu?

came over with a bowl of boiled medicine, "Lord Wang, the medicine is ready." ”

Zhao Guangyuan smelled the taste, and skimmed his head in disgust, "You don't have to drink it." ”

Liu Qi was in the past, he was pretending, and these days, the road is too strained, and he really needs to make up for his body, so he pinched his nose and drank it for two days, but now it is not necessary.

No matter how many spoonfuls of sugar this medicinal juice is filled, it makes people's lips and tongue bitter, and it is still convenient for Xia Er's pills.

Cao Cuo persuaded a few words, but when he saw that the prince refused to drink, he had no choice but to do it and let him serve it. Seeing that the prince was sitting at the table and flipping through the arrival reports of the capital these days, as well as all kinds of news, he was busy with Fang Er, standing beside him on the left and on the right, and told Zhao Guangyuan about all the important things......

"Now all over the capital is talking about the prince's donation of grain, I'm afraid that the prince's move has attracted the attention of people with a heart." Fang Er was a little worried, the prince had been planning for many years, why did he suddenly come to the front of the people?

Do you think the time has come?

I couldn't help but feel a stir in my heart. Fuck the Mausoleum! Their princes should be like other princes, listening to music and enjoying music in the palace of the capital, drinking and feasting every day, and being happy and happy.

"The number of people waiting to enter the Qiya Library is increasing day by day, and the reservation numbers issued are all lined up for half a month. Previously, the students who entered the library alone donated 200,000 stones. ”

Zhao Guangyuan's hand flipping through the paper paused.

"Two hundred thousand stones?" Nearly half of the people who come to the library to read books are poor students, and can they donate 200,000 stone grain?

"Where's the food donation list?"

"Here." Cao Cuo took out a pamphlet from a pile of case files and handed it to Zhao Guangyuan.

Zhao Guangyuan took it and flipped it open, his eyes were serious. The number of people listed above varied from the number of people who donated grain, ranging from a stone to a thousand stones or ten thousand stones.

One stone of grain in Beijing is about 800 wen, and the income of a poor student from copying a book is only a dozen wen, and it is not easy to donate a stone of grain. The number of people who donated one or two stones of grain on the booklet was extremely large, and Zhao Guangyuan looked at them one by one......

After reading it, I was stunned for a while.

Pointing to the booklet, "On the side of the notice hall, visit all the people who donate food one by one, express their gratitude in the name of this king, and give them the entrance voucher of the five-story solitary library, and they can enter the five-story solitary hall with the voucher to read books three times." ”

"In addition, those who donate more than 100 stone of grain will send some return gifts. These few donated 10,000 stones, let the curator go in person. ”

He also pointed to those who donated one or two stones, "Let the library check whether these are poor students, see if they have difficulties in Beijing, take care of them at ordinary times, and borrow books in the library to make it convenient." ”

Those who donate hundreds of stones, thousands of stones, and thousands of stones of grain, I am afraid that they have small assets in their families, especially those who donate ten thousand stones, they are all people from Beijing, and since they have good friends, Zhao Guangyuan will not be cold to their hearts. And those students who donate one or two stones, secretly wooing them, maybe they will be able to take the imperial examination in the future, and these will also be his help in the future.

The giver of bread for this book......

Zhao Guangyuan's eyes swept over one by one, but if there are one or two people who can be used, they can also spark the prairie fire.

(End of chapter)