The little petite bag of the fourth master of Qingchuan

Chapter 304 Riot
Concubine De has always regarded Elder Fourteen as more precious than eyeballs, if news of Elder Fourteen's infection spread to the capital, Concubine De would definitely faint from anxiety on the spot.

After waking up, the Yonghe Palace must be in chaos.

Yinzhen lowered his eyes lightly, patted the handle of the knife on his waist, thinking that if he was the one who contracted the epidemic, Concubine De would not be so anxious.

right?

……

In the big tent, the eighth elder brother's eyes were slack. Facing the imperial physician's inquiries, his dry and chapped lips moved, and the tip of his throat rolled with difficulty.

Because I no longer have the strength to speak.

There is a knife hanging in the throat, swallowing saliva, exhaling and inhaling, all hurt like a knife.

The imperial doctor's face was covered with a thick veil, and there was a scent of herbal medicine all over his body, and his speech was humming. Seeing the eighth elder brother coughing, the imperial doctor changed his face slightly, and twisted his face as small as possible. to the side.

Who is not afraid of being infected?

Imperial physicians are also human beings, with parents, brothers, wives and children.

Also afraid.

Eighth Prince felt as if he was being placed on a layer of raging fire—the flames were devouring his skin, flesh and bones... all internal organs were being roasted.

Only the last thread hangs him, and if he relaxes a little, he will fall into this fire forever.

The bitterness along the way appeared in the eyes of Eighth Prince in a trance.

He once saw Eniang kneeling in front of the noble concubines in public, being reprimanded by the overbearing grandma, and suffered humiliation.

He remembered that there was so much snow in the Forbidden City in winter, and the princes in the upper study pushed him down in the snow to play a prank, clapped their hands happily, and he almost passed out from the snow choking on his mouth and nose.

Because the princes all have a lot of background, only his mother has no strong backing behind her.

He remembered that when he married the noble Guo Luoluo family, the clan was full of envy and disdainful sarcasm.

He remembered the haughty words that Guo Luoluo had blurted out when he was arguing with him, as well as the insinuations in the words, the contempt for his mother.

Even though Guo Luoluo regretted the incident and repeatedly showed his favor to him, he still remembers it.

He still remembered the tears that Er Niang shed on the spot when Er Niang was finally canonized as a good concubine in the 39th year of Kangxi.

Before success, all the ups and downs and sadness are not worth mentioning.

It's just a joke for spectators to chat with.

……

The servant who delivered the medicinal soup came, and someone brought the eighth elder brother's morning vomit and excrement to the imperial physician.

The vomit had a sour smell, and the excrement was fine, but it was like water and completely shapeless.

The imperial doctor glanced at it, and was immediately taken away, knelt down and comforted the eighth elder brother - said that the current situation, although it looks dangerous, but the most terrible period has passed.

Next, please ask the eighth prince to take the medicine hard, and he will get better after these few days.

Brother Ba was trembling on the sickbed, pursing his lips. Given his shrewd and calm temperament, he couldn't help being confused at this moment.

The doctor's voice seemed far away in the sky.

The eighth elder brother felt that the imperial doctor's words were just to comfort him temporarily.

His own body is naturally the most abundant.

The eighth elder brother didn't know that the fourteenth brother was infected with the disease by himself.

……

The fourteenth elder brother's condition was more severe than that of the eighth elder brother - the initial symptoms were the same as his eighth elder brother's, which were fever and cough.

Then there is vomiting.

He grabbed the servant's hand, vomited in a daze, and his stomach and intestines seemed to be mixed together uncomfortably until the things he vomited had turned green.

Finally he vomited blood.

The servants all burst into tears, and several imperial physicians were terrified when they saw this. After a short discussion, they sent people to report to the emperor.

Kangxi was already worried about the illness of the eighth elder brother, and then he heard that the fourteenth son was also infected with the epidemic, and he vomited blood

He stood up abruptly, with cold hostility and deep sadness in the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

As a father, Kangxi's heart was as uncomfortable as if a corner had been dug out-he didn't care about putting on his clothes, and he was about to get out of the tent when he got up.

Go see for yourself.

Liang Jiugong was terrified, and hugged Kangxi tightly with his hands and feet: "Long live! You can't do it, you can't do it!"

He knows the seriousness of the matter, the emperor is the emperor, if something happens to the emperor, it will be a disaster.

That's a big deal!

"Come here and help!"

Liang Jiugong yelled at the little eunuchs next to him. The little eunuchs rushed up one by one, crying and begging as if they had just woken up from a dream. They kowtowed and begged, and hugged the emperor's leg.

"Your Majesty can't go anywhere! Even if this servant wants to lose his life, he can't put His Majesty in danger!"

The veins on Liang Jiugong's neck burst out.

Fourteenth brother, a lively young man, got sick just because he took care of mynah and went to see him a few more times—this shows how contagious this disease is!
The imperial physicians were also panicked—it was fine for the princes to catch the epidemic.

If the Long Live Lord is infected with the disease, their heads and the lives of the whole family will all be like floating weeds in the wind.

The imperial physicians knelt down anxiously: "Long live Lord, don't worry! I will try my best to treat the two elder brothers!"

Some younger imperial physicians turned their heads slightly, just like the old imperial physician who came to sue just now and gave him a hard look - at such an age, after half a lifetime of experience in the palace, could it be that he still can't figure out the importance of this? Less than the consequences of this matter?
How could he tell Long live all about Brother Fourteen all at once like a bamboo tube pouring beans?
The old doctor was also very helpless: Brother Fourteen vomited blood...

It's vomiting blood!
Everyone knows that vomiting blood is dangerous, because it means that internal organs are damaged and there is internal bleeding.

If the vomit and blood are mixed together, the patient may suffocate if one is not careful.

Kangxi was tightly hugged by Liang Jiugong and a group of servants, and he couldn't get away for a while, he was annoyed and confused, and immediately pulled out the knife on his waist with a "swipe": "Go away! "

With the handle of the knife facing the front, a little eunuch turned his head slightly and avoided his heart covered in cold sweat, but was stabbed in the shoulder - profuse blood flowed out.

Your Majesty, this is for real!
The other slaves were so frightened that they let go, only Liang Jiugong hugged Kangxi's leg tightly, and screamed almost arrogantly: "The slave would rather die than let the emperor take risks!"

Kangxi snorted coldly, fine-tuned the blade, lifted it up, and slashed hard at the top of his head.

Dao Guang's castration was so severe that the servants next to him screamed in fright. Liang Jiugong had a stalk in his neck and waited straight on the spot with his eyes closed.

The tip of the knife came to a standstill almost against his scalp.

Long live the knife did not fall after all.

Liang Jiugong knew it—Long Live would not kill him.

It's not that his life is precious, and it's not that Long Live really can't live without him.

But it would be too troublesome to find another Liang Jiugong.

Everything in this world has a cost.

Seeing people's hearts over time.

There is also a cost to be able to cultivate a trusted person who has been witnessed over the years by your side.

(End of this chapter)