novelraw Chapter 178: Give Baoshu a younger brother and sister
Chapter 178: Give Baoshu a younger brother and sister
Chapter 178 Give Baoshu a younger brother and sister
Meng Qianqian asked again about Mrs. Wang's diet and daily life, mainly because she wanted to know whether Mrs. Wang and Censor Wang drank or took medicine.
Mrs. Wang said: "You can take the medicine, but the last time Rou'er was annulled, I was angry and sick for a while. The doctor prescribed some medicines for conditioning. Then you came to see me. I was cured and I didn't take any more medicine." Passed. As for the wine, Wang Daniu didn’t drink it. "
Meng Qianqian was relatively calm now that she heard Wang Daniu's name.
She asked Mrs. Wang for the prescription at that time: "It's for replenishing qi and blood. It won't hurt if you take it."
Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll be relieved."
Meng Qianqian: "Are you feeling any other discomfort?"
Mrs. Wang said: "Except for being more lethargic than usual, I don't have any discomfort. Guishui always doesn't come. I thought it was because Tiangui was dead. I asked the doctor to nurse me back."
A woman's seventy-seventh year, Tiangui Jue, means that when a woman reaches the age of forty-nine, she will almost have no more Guishui.
Although Mrs. Wang is far younger than her age, there are many people who died of Guishui early.
No wonder Mrs. Wang would rather suspect this than think she was pregnant.
After the surprise, Mrs. Wang was a little worried again: "Oh, I was not prepared, could it be..."
Meng Qianqian understood what she meant, held her hand and said, "Madam, your pulse is very good and you are in good health. There is no need to worry."
Meng Qianqian came out of the house, and three girls immediately surrounded her.
Zhou Nanyan asked: "Sister Meng, is Aunt Wang happy?"
Meng Qianqian glanced at the three of them with a smile and said, "You all will be sisters."
Wang Rou smiled shyly, her anxious heart returning to her stomach.
Lin Xiaoru nodded. She didn't smile, but several people could feel her happiness.
The most excited person was Zhou Nanyan. She said proudly: "I will no longer be the youngest one from now on!"
She is the youngest among the four children in the family, and she has to call everyone she meets brother and sister.
When Wang Yushi returned from the court, he was overjoyed to learn that he was a father again after sixteen years.
Meng Qianqian returned to the Dudu Mansion and shared the good news with Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan snorted coldly.
Meng Qianqian: "Are you unhappy?"
Lu Yuan: "Others like to be fathers, so what makes me happy?"
Baoshu staggered over and punched him.
Lu Yuan: "..."
Grandma Li was also in the room. When she heard about this, she couldn't help but wonder: "My lady and my uncle have consummated their marriage for a while. Isn't there any movement in my stomach?"
Meng Qianqian and Lu Yuan turned away in embarrassment at the same time.
Grandma Li took Baoshu into her arms and took a handkerchief to wipe her sweat: "How about adding a younger brother and sister to Miss Baoshu. Miss Baoshu, do you want a younger brother or a younger sister? ?”
Baoshu: "Chicken."
Aunt Li: “…”
Mrs. Wang's happy event made Grandma Li really a little bit envious.
She decided to forgive her uncle for his ridiculous behavior on their wedding night and let her stay in the young lady's room.
That night, there was a venison soup on the dinner table that warmed the kidneys and strengthened yang.
Under the supervision of the old lady, Lu Yuan drank every drop.
He was already at a young age, so as expected, Lu Yuan sprayed nosebleeds all over the bed.
When Aunt Wan came to clean up the mattress early in the morning and saw blood stains all over the bed, she understood instantly.
"Uncle, do you have hemorrhoids?"
Lu Yuan: That's a nosebleed...nosebleed!
Lu Yuan was recuperating at home, and Meng Qianqian asked the small kitchen to cook several large pots of Qinghuo tea for him.
That afternoon, Lu Yuan was sitting in the study, getting angry while watching the kid tearing up his copybook, and drinking Meng Qianqian's Qinghuo tea to calm down the anger.
Suddenly, Manager Cen reported: "Your Majesty is here."
Lu Yuan said calmly: "What is he doing here? Didn't he cry enough last time?"
Manager Cen said humbly: "Uh... I'm inviting His Majesty to the Flower Hall..."
Before he finished speaking, Zong Zhengxi appeared at the door of the study with a mournful face. "Okay, no need to invite me." Manager Cen stepped back knowing what was going on.
Lu Yuan glanced at Zong Zhengxi and continued drinking tea.
Seeing that Lu Yuan ignored him, Zong Zhengxi found a chair and sat down on his own.
Before she spoke, she started crying.
Lu Yuan frowned: "You are the emperor, how can you cry and cry? Don't forget, you will be fifteen next month!"
Zong Zhengxi said aggrievedly: "My father is dying—"
Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then asked calmly: "What happened?"
Zong Zhengxi cried so hard that he was out of breath: "I didn't cry outside, I only cried when I came here..."
Lu Yuan said seriously: "Let's get down to business!"
Zong Zhengxi wiped his tears and sobbed: "Father has been in coma for three days, and his breath is getting weaker and weaker. The doctors all said...Father will not survive tonight..."
Lu Yuan said coldly: "What are you looking for me for? Go to the Prime Minister."
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Zong Zhengxi cried: "I wanted to find him...but I don't know what happened...I just walked to your place..."
Lu Yuan left the study.
Meng Qianqian stood on the porch holding a pot of clear fire tea.
She heard the conversation just now.
Zong Zhengxi is so sad that the Emperor is probably seriously ill.
It’s not surprising that the news didn’t come out. It’s a matter of national importance, and caution is paramount in order to avoid causing unnecessary turmoil and panic among the people.
"Want to take a look?"
Meng Qianqian asked.
Lu Yuan stared and said, "I'll find someone to find out the truth first."
He called Yu Zichuan, explained a few words, and Yu Zichuan went out.
About an hour later, Yu Zichuan brought back a letter.
Lu Yuan handed it directly to Meng Qianqian: "It's for you."
"I?"
Meng Qianqian sat down on the stone bench in the yard and opened the letter.
The above is a transcript of the Emperor's illness, pulse condition, diagnoses by the imperial doctors and the treatment plan given in the past few days.
It can be said to be a fairly complete medical record.
Meng Qianqian read it carefully and said to Lu Yuan: "'Those who have fever, thirst, and no aversion to cold are febrile diseases.' The pulse is floating pulse rate, which is also consistent with febrile diseases. The prescription prescribed by Taiyuan Hospital is symptomatic. Logically speaking, it is not It should get more serious.”
Lu Yuan thought for a while: "Poisoned?"
As expected of a big shot who has experienced intrigues, he made such a bold guess.
Meng Qianqian said: "The possibility of poisoning is not small, if the decoction has not been tampered with."
Lu Yuan said: "If something was done, would you be able to tell?"
Meng Qianqian nodded: "Yes."
Lu Yuan stood up: "Come into the palace and take a look. No matter what, I will protect you."
Then, he went to the study and said to Zong Zhengxi, whose eyes turned into walnuts from crying: "Stop crying and enter the palace."
"Oh." Zong Zhengxi followed obediently.
Along the way, Meng Qianqian asked him some questions about the Supreme Emperor, mostly related to his illness and diet and daily life.
Zong Zhengxi, suppressed by Lu Yuan's blood, answered in detail.
At this point, Meng Qianqian can almost rule out the possibility of tampering with the decoction.
Is it really poisoning?
At the entrance of the palace, the guard guarding the palace was extremely surprised when he saw Lu Yuan.
But whether it was because the Emperor was present or because Lu Yuan still had power, no one dared to stop him.
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