daughter in power

Chapter 216 Mother, The Noodles Are Delicious

Her heart was sour, but she still nodded: "Yes."

The young master's face was flushed, and he closed his eyes expectantly, but he refused to let the imperial physician heal him.

The night was too dark, he might be sleepy, he fell asleep before Qiqi could change the wet towel again.

Startled, she hurriedly threw away the towel she was changing in her hand, walked out of the palace door lightly, and hurriedly called the imperial physician to come forward.

This time, the imperial physician's diagnosis and treatment went very smoothly.

The conclusions drawn are surprising.

Qiqi said: "Why did you eat too much?"

Chunlan was also puzzled: "Young master knows how to be hungry and full on weekdays. He never eats too little or eats too much."

Because they were too worry-free, they forgot to pay attention to his eating problem.

The imperial doctor said: "It is true that I ate too much, so I couldn't digest it, so I developed a high fever. This time, I'm afraid it will take some time. Children should not eat too much."

Qiqi hurriedly nodded her head in response, at this moment, whatever the imperial physician said was just what she wanted.

The imperial physician explained some precautions, and then prescribed a warm and nourishing medicine to help digestion, and ordered Chunlan to be boiled in water.

At the end, he still told Qiqi not to let the young master eat and drink like this again.

She was a little shy, the little son was gentle and polite, and he never did anything like eating and drinking.

On my birthday yesterday, I ate too much.

Reminiscent of the child holding on to the brocade quilt and refusing to be treated, she hurriedly explained that no one was allowed to mention the young master's illness.

It is this cause of disease that is also concealed.

A wet towel was applied to the forehead, and the soup was also taken, but the young master's condition did not improve.

Tossing until dawn, the child's high fever was still tormenting him.

Qiqi was in a hurry, and refused to pass on to the imperial physician, and tried her best to search for the antipyretic prescription in her mind, drew up the list herself, and sent a copy to the imperial physician for review.

Naturally, it was not her prescription that was sent to the Tai Hospital.

A young imperial doctor stumbled over from the imperial hospital, checked her prescription carefully, deleted one traditional Chinese medicine, and replaced the other two.

After the decoction was ready, Qiqi personally fed it to the young master.

After waiting for half an hour, it worked.

The little boy's high fever subsided.

Qiqi was overjoyed, and hurriedly rewarded the imperial physician, but the imperial physician refused to accept the reward, and just waited outside the palace gate tremblingly.

His appearance is very useful. On a whim, she said casually: "What's your name?"

The imperial physician did not dare to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and bowed his knees and said: "My minister... He Xiaowen from Linzhou."

She was startled, as if she had heard this name before, but she couldn't remember it at all.

She nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Turning around and returning to the bedroom, she sent Gong'e away, and she wiped the fine beads of sweat for the young master alone.

His eyes were full of worry, and his heart was full of guilt.

If I had known earlier, why did I have to make that bowl of noodles with my own hands, causing him to suffer from eating.

She blamed herself so much that she wished she could turn back time and just cut off that paragraph.

But time can turn back.

She regretted it so much that she had no choice but to pat the child's quilt and gently coax him to sleep.

Worried in his mouth, he said: "Bing'er, it's all my mother's fault... Get well soon, my mother still watches you ride a horse and shoot arrows."

"mother……"

Suddenly, the child called out.

Say the word clearly and accurately.

She froze for a moment, and shut her mouth tightly.

The hall was silent.

The child's voice was exceptionally clear.

"Mother..." The little boy called out again.

The tone of voice was his usual tone, which seemed to be mixed with subtle coquettishness.

Her eyes suddenly became wet, and her throat was blocked, not daring to speak.

Tears fell down and hit the bed, staining large groups of watermarks.

"Noodles... delicious." The young master muttered, because he fell asleep, he didn't know if he was talking about birthday noodles.

She hurriedly stopped crying, and leaned close to his lips, trying to listen carefully to what he said, but unfortunately she couldn't catch a single word.

Children's pitch is not accurate, it is really not very pleasant.

He said a few more words, but she didn't catch a word.

In the end, he stopped talking and fell asleep again.

She stood beside the bed, still recalling the tone of his voice when he called "Mother" in her mind.

At least one thing she can confirm is that the little boy is indeed calling for his mother.

Although he never knew the existence of his biological parents, nor had he ever met his parents.

Her tears became more and more, so many that they almost flooded the whole bed.

She carefully adjusted the embroidered pillow for the young master, untied his sweaty clothes, and changed into clean clothes for him.

After everything was tidied up, the child's slightly rosy face also returned to normal.

Her heart finally relaxed a little.

She didn't dare to slack off, and hurried out to order Chunlan to prepare breakfast.

Be sure to serve with soft gruel, preferably with hors d'oeuvres.

Chunlan agreed, but she still retreated to the little prince's bed.

Gently placing a kiss on the child's forehead, she closed her eyes and said softly, "Bing'er, I'm sorry."

So guarding the child, he fell asleep unconsciously.

She was awakened by the children's cries.

Opening his eyes, he saw the disgusted face of the young master.

She was nestled on the bed, with a strange posture and a silly expression.

The little prince couldn't help laughing: "Empress, you can go back. Bing'er is fine."

He still didn't know that he had been treated by the imperial physician, and there was no one in the palace, but Qiqi personally sent him away.

She even kept the little secret of his refusal to treat his illness for him.

She smiled in a way that must have been silly.

"Bing'er, a treasure box was sent outside the palace yesterday, and it was sent by General Dongfang on June [-]th."

The young master rejoiced when he heard the words: "Father finally hasn't forgotten me, hmph."

He took out the treasure box and opened the contents inside.

There was actually another box in the box, and it was expensive to make just by looking at the appearance.

He opened it, carefully looked at the exquisite gift, and said strangely: "I already have two sets of finger protectors, why does my adoptive father still give me finger protectors, did he forget?"

He was sitting on the bed with a pale face, but he was in good spirits.

Her complexion changed, and she hurriedly said: "Uh... probably because he has been away for too long, so... I think your finger guard should be changed."

He nodded and accepted the gift with joy.

The medicine is not willing to take anymore.

After coaxing him for a long time, Qiqi finally drank a little bit, and it was when he learned that no one knew the secret of his illness.

Chunlan looked guilty, standing behind her, she didn't dare to blame her.

In the morning, Xia Xi came to see the young master in person.

The young master was sitting on the bed in the hall, he stood outside the bead curtain, looking at the situation in the room,

It wasn't that he was unwilling to enter the door, but that the young master behind the bead curtain refused to give in.

This time, He Gong was shocked.

Everyone wants to know who is the little young master who is able to coax Xia Xi into a circle.

However, Qiqi protected the child very well, and no one can find out about him for the time being.

The sleeping hall was quiet, Qiqi was standing in front of the bed, the young master was sitting on the bed, Xia Xi was standing outside the bead curtain, waiting for orders.

The three of you looked at me and I looked at you, and smiled.

Xia Xi entered the door and stood with her hands behind her back, checking on the young master's diet.

After watching for a while, he walked to the young master's bed and asked, "Is Bing'er feeling better?"

The young master's expression changed slightly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. Bing'er is strong and strong, and she is fine."

After speaking, he also tried to stand up and run two laps to show that he was in good health.

Qiqi hurriedly grabbed him, and said softly: "You must, you said you need to rest, you can't mess around casually."

The young master was discouraged and sat down obediently.

Xia Xi smiled, didn't say much, and went out.

He ordered the inner eunuch to keep an eye on the imperial hospital, to keep an eye on the young master's medicines, and told Chunlan to always pay attention to the young master's diet.

Before going back to the imperial study to review the memorial, call Qiqi first.

How could she have time to entangle with him at this moment, she only focused on taking care of the young master, and could not fall on him.

He frowned, and stood outside the bead curtain: "Qi'er, I'm tired, and I want to tell you something."

She frowned, and hurried out of the bead curtain, looking at his tall figure: "What's the matter?"

He smiled again: "Good thing."

He casually pointed to the outside of the hall, but saw Jiang Jinsong, Jiang Maoyou, Mrs. Jiang, and even scholars standing outside.

The few of them were respectful and humble.

Because she lowered her head, she couldn't see her face clearly.

She almost cried out in joy, and hurried down the steps to help her parents.

Jiang Maoyou was wearing court clothes, serious: "See the empress."

Mrs. Jiang and the others hurriedly agreed, for fear of making a mistake in etiquette.

She shook her head with a smile, and dragged a few close relatives to the inner hall.

You can't go to the little prince's place, so everyone chatted in the hall.

Qiqi said: "I just came out of Tingfeng Tower yesterday, why are you here again today?"

Dao didn't question the two elders, but just said something casually.

Jiang Jinsong said: "There will be no war for three days, and I will be so bored after resting, so I quickly ask the emperor to arrange an errand for me, and I will take up the post right away."

But Jiang Maoyou said: "Don't listen to his nonsense, he is now in a mess with the military department, and he doesn't want to move the land at all."

They covered their mouths and chuckled, and Qiqi was about to tease her when Mrs. Jiang stepped forward: "Qiqi... When will mother and your father see my eldest grandson, I'm really panicking. I came here on purpose."

She was startled, Qiqi and Xia Xi had been deliberately concealing the identity of the young master.

How could Jiang Maoyou and his wife make accurate judgments?
She blinked her eyes and looked at the scholar standing aside, who was also full of confusion.

On the contrary, Jiang Jinsong laughed loudly: "What's the problem? The identity of the emperor and you can be desecrated by everyone. Let alone questioning the emperor in court, it is impossible to get close. Why is this guy who is called the little prince, She can always escape the emperor's sanction and always become the focus of attention."

"Besides..." He smiled: "Didn't you confess to your parents a long time ago, the child is given to General Dongfang. Isn't General Dongfang the current General Dingbei?"

It has to be said that his analysis is very thorough.

She shook her head and sighed, "The child is sick."

Everyone turned to look at her.

She is not a doctor in too much hospital, how can she explain clearly.

She straightened her back and shook her head: "Bing'er is sick and can't see people, let's try another day."

Everyone chattered, Jiang Jinsong was full of displeasure: "It's so difficult for me to see my nephew. I knew who would come into the palace."

She listened, and comforted everyone a few words, not much to say.

After sitting like this for a while, she got up to take care of the young master.

Jiang Maoyou said: "How is Princess Shuang'er doing now?"

Qiqi was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly forgot about this question.

Not surprisingly, Shuang'er was still imprisoned in the prison.

The interrogation of the person in the violent prison is not clear, and this person will never be released.

The torture there was horrifying, and it was really not a place for people to stay.

Seeing her nodding slightly, Mrs. Jiang hurriedly said: "Qiqi, if you can help her, please help her. She has no one to rely on. Although she is a princess, she may not have the courtesy and honor that a princess should have. She said she imprisoned us, but she never imprisoned us at all, so where did the imprison come from? She entertained us with delicious food and drink, it wasn't your second brother who found us, we don't know about being imprisoned yet."

Qiqi paused slightly, sighed, and nodded with reluctance in her eyes: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)