Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Wanwan's Daily Advancement

Chapter 448: I'm sorry to make you laugh, Mr. Zhang

This trip caused such a big mess that although Hongli was finally awakened by the needle, he was unable to get out of bed. He could only call a few trusted ministers with a dark face and told them that he needed to recuperate. He asked them to take care of other things first and suspend court to recuperate.

The ministers still don't know what he has done. They just think that he is overworked and has caught a cold, which is why he is bedridden.

However, it was a big matter, and it wasn't Yan Wan and Empress Fucha who were in charge of the six palaces, so rumors still spread.

For a time, Ruyi had become a national disaster comparable to Daji and Baosi.

Hongli was already seriously ill, and was afraid that outsiders would slander his reputation as a saintly monarch, so he could not help but pay attention to this matter, and was immediately angered and became even sicker.

Jinzhong took advantage of him being half asleep and knelt beside the bed to secretly wipe away his tears: "I don't know which evil god I offended. Why can't I recover?"

This sentence reminded Hongli of the matter of the lucky star and the evil star again, and he went to find the chief envoy of the Imperial Observatory overnight.

The envoy was also sweating profusely, but he was still calm and said a lot of words, and finally concluded: "…This is because the lucky star is dimming and about to die, while the disaster star is growing and even carrying a small star. If the lucky star completely dies, the disaster star will probably become more fierce and difficult to kill, and will also carry a small star to threaten you, Your Majesty!"

Hongli's heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, Empress Fucha came hurriedly, her face pale and her eyes red: "Your Majesty, I beg you, please go see Wanwan for the last time!"

Hongli sat up straight suddenly, almost unable to believe what he heard. He was about to ask in a stern voice, but seeing that the envoy was still there, he pressed the issue, "Is there any chance of a turnaround in what you just said?"

The envoy prostrated himself: "Your Majesty has a real dragon protecting him. Your Majesty's heart is in your hands and your words will be fulfilled. Naturally, there is a glimmer of hope!"

Hongli waved his hand to tell him to leave, got off the bed, held Empress Fucha's hand, and said to Jinzhong: "Prepare the sedan chair immediately, and call Zhang Yun to change my clothes!"

Then he said to Empress Fucha: "Don't worry, Langya. Just take your time to talk. Yanwan is blessed with a life that has been personally confirmed by the Imperial Observatory. Nothing will happen to her!"

Empress Fucha knew that the emperor's intentions were unpredictable, and he was the first one. But when she told him that Yan Wan was critically ill, he actually asked about the impact of this incident on the Imperial Observatory on him, which made her feel cold in her heart.

She choked up and said, "Wanwan's health is getting worse and worse. She vomits everything she eats. Now she is very thin. She can't wake up after falling asleep, and she can't take medicine. Zhang Yuanzheng said that he asked me to prepare it, so I can celebrate it right away."

She couldn't stop crying, even though she knew that Yan Wan was acting. But perhaps it was too real, she seemed to really see Yan Wan lying on the sickbed, driven crazy by despair, trapped in a nightmare and unable to wake up, and could die at any time.

Hongli was panicking, and suddenly remembered that last time in Korchin, he had expressed his feeling that he must be very careful in raising Fuxing. But now, she was treated as a nobody and was abandoned for several months. He knew that she cared about him the most and he was her hope for life, but he still forced her to bow her head first.

He snapped, "Hurry up!"

Jinzhong, Jinbao and Jinshou all sped up their actions.

After a while, Hongli took Empress Fucha's hand and got on the sedan chair and hurried to Yongshou Palace.

After entering the Yongshou Palace, Hongli saw Rongpin first. He found that he was still so concerned about her, but he could not let himself put her above the Imperial Noble Consort.

He was really possessed by evil spirits before and took the initiative to kill Fuxing!

In fact, Yan Wan has always been generous. Even though she is a co-consort, she has never been arrogant or bullied others, and has never had any intention of wielding power. Instead, she has always been thinking about herself. Why must she force her to this point? !

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He walked past Concubine Rong, let go of the Queen, and strode into the house.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he smelled a strong smell of medicine. Chunchan was using a small spoon to press against Yanwan's teeth to feed her medicine, but even though her mouth was open, not a drop of the medicine went into her throat.

He stumbled and walked quickly to the bedside. He had to sit down immediately to avoid making a fool of himself. "How is the Imperial Concubine?"

Chunchan knelt down, surprised and happy: "Your Majesty! You, you are finally willing to come to see our master! Our master knows she was wrong, she knows she was wrong, Your Majesty, please don't blame her, she, she will never dare to act like a spoiled child with you again, pretending to be angry, in a vain attempt to win your love!"

By the end, she was choked with sobs and could not speak anymore.

Hongli's throat choked up, and after a long while he said, "Ask Zhang Yun to come over for questioning."

After a pause, he said to Jinzhong, "Help her out."

Jinzhong breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly helped her up, advising her, "Miss Chunchan, please don't cry. The Imperial Concubine has always loved you the most. She must be very sad to hear you crying like this!"

When I arrived in the yard, I saw Lan Cui wiping her tears. Not far away, Wang Chan was also crying wildly.

His nose felt sore and his eyes turned red.

He quickly turned around and called Zhang Yun.

Zhang Yun was staring at the medicine. When he saw him coming, he didn't even raise his head: "I know you are anxious, but don't worry. This medicine is very important. Whether it works depends on this pot of medicine!"

As he spoke, he carefully weighed a medicinal ingredient, picked it up with chopsticks, and stuffed it into the middle of the medicine pot.

Jinzhong quickly shut his mouth. He wanted to stay here and wait, but he was afraid that the emperor would get anxious and start a fight with the people in Yongshou Palace. He could only hold back his anxiety and leave first. He went to the main hall to report to Hongli:

"Director Zhang was boiling the medicine, saying that the pot of medicine was very important. I saw him adding herbs while boiling the medicine, so I didn't dare to ask him to come over now."

Hongli did not take it as an offense, but was rather happy: "He put so much effort into it, which means this medicine is useful! Let him take his time, and no one is allowed to disturb him! Jinzhong, you go and guard it yourself, and send someone to get whatever he needs!"

Jinzhong agreed hastily, not daring to look at Yanwan lying on the bed. He felt that it was a scene that would give him nightmares if he just looked at it.

He hurried to the kitchenette before he dared to wipe away his tears.

Zhang Yun had just finished a paragraph and looked up to see his expression. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "The chief steward also has the tendency to shed tears sometimes!"

Ever since he met Jinzhong, he felt that this man had a pair of dark fox eyes and was not a good person.

Sure enough, this is not a good guy. He is smart, patient, and cold-blooded. It is only towards the people in Yongshou Palace that he always shows the warmth and humanity that a human being should have.

Just crying...

This was the first time he had seen it.

By the way, it’s not the first time he’s seen this. The last time the Imperial Noble Concubine gave birth to twins, he also saw him crying secretly.

Jinzhong wiped his eyes and smiled politely: "Master Zhang, please forgive me for making fun of you. I am a loser and have always had shallow tear ducts. When I saw the tragedy in the world, I couldn't help but want to cry along."

Zhang Yun: “…”

He tried to hold it back, but couldn't help it and shuddered unkindly, with goose bumps all over his body.