Chapter 2097 It's All Trash!

Chapter 518 It's all trash!

In the past, Emperor Baorong, who was rather tender in front of his concubines, only softly comforted him a few words, then rushed forward to visit Yan Cenxuan who was on the bed.

In the past, Yan Cenxuan was always somewhat sickly, and his body was particularly thin. A man with a tall stature seemed to be a skeleton.

Today, the cheeks are even thinner. Originally very handsome and gentle brows and eyes, now they are slightly sunken, eyes are tightly closed, lips have no trace of blood, and even breathing is much lighter than ordinary people.

Although Emperor Baorong had no feelings for Yan Beicheng, he loved his son Yan Cenxuan very much. Seeing him like this, his heart ached.

He looked at the imperial doctors with heartache and resentment, and said angrily: "What's wrong with the thirteenth prince? Why is his face so ugly?"

Halfway through the imperial hospital's arrival, the imperial physicians had already knelt on the ground, shaking like chaff, no one dared to answer.

After a long time, the deputy judge of the Imperial Hospital had the courage to speak: "Reporting to Your Majesty, the thirteenth prince is not in good health, and the trip to Yuzhou a few months ago hurt his body even more, which caused the relapse of the old disease, which has not been recuperated. , now I'm afraid...I'm afraid..."

He didn't dare to say anything about the latter words.

"Bastard!" Emperor Baorong couldn't hear such words at all, angrily picked up the empty bowl on the table and threw it at it.

Although it missed, the sound of the empty bowl shattering on the ground was like a magic sound, which made all the imperial doctors terrified and dared not say more.

"If the thirteenth prince can't be cured, I want you to be buried with the entire imperial hospital!" Emperor Baorong said again in anger and distress.

Among his many princes, Yan Cenxuan has the gentlest temper, the most lenient attitude towards others, and his appearance and temperament are the most similar to his youth. Although his health is not good, he has been ordered to be taken care of, but now he is suddenly told that he is critically ill. How could he not be in a hurry?

Seeing this scene, Concubine Shu burst into tears, her eyes full of despair.

Mo Shanghua and the others stood a little further away, although they couldn't see Yan Cenxuan's face clearly, they were all shocked to see Emperor Baorong's angry expression.

Yan Moli's mind was the most sensitive, and he immediately stepped forward to comfort him and said: "Father, don't worry, the thirteenth emperor's younger brother Jiren has his own auspiciousness, and he has survived the catastrophe, so he will definitely be able to persevere this time."

After a pause, he turned his head to look at the imperial physicians kneeling on the ground, "If you can't do it, someone else will come here, there will always be someone who can cure the thirteenth brother, and go find the court judge and the remaining imperial physicians! "

The imperial physicians were relieved, they all gave Yan Moli a grateful look, and hurried down.

To curry favor with Emperor Baorong and give favors to the imperial physicians, Yan Moli is also considered to be clever.

As expected, Emperor Baorong's expression softened a lot, and he raised his head to look at Concubine Shu who was almost out of breath from crying, "Concubine Shu, sit down and rest first, Xuan'er will be fine."

Concubine Shu nodded with a choked head, and immediately a palace man brought a seat.

Yan Moli also stepped forward, and comforted him: "Father, you must take your own body as the most important thing, don't worry too much."

Emperor Baorong responded lightly and didn't look at him much.

Mo Shanghua looked at Yan Cenxuan who was lying on the bed with complicated eyes, struggled a little in his heart, and finally decided to stand still for the time being.

Now that she is in the palace, she must carefully consider every step she takes, and must not be reckless.

Since Yan Moli had already proposed to be treated by the Supreme Hospital, she had better not intervene. After the Supreme Hospital's judge had seen it, if it didn't work, it would be more appropriate for her to act.

Otherwise, it would only make Emperor Baorong suspicious and implicate Yan Beicheng.

Emperor Baorong didn't speak at the moment, but looked worriedly at Yan Cenxuan who was on the bed.

No one in the room dared to speak, everyone held their breath and concentrated, fearing that if they breathed heavily, Emperor Baorong would be furious.

In the huge room, only Concubine Shu was sobbing softly.

Everyone waited like this for a while, the court judge hadn't arrived yet, but the news of Empress Lin's arrival was handed in by the maid.

Emperor Baorong pondered for a while, and said: "Let the empress go back first, it will be good if I am here."

The palace maid hesitated for a moment, and finally Liu Weng responded, "This old slave is going to talk to the Empress."

Emperor Baorong rushed to Yan Cenxuan because he was worried that the queen's fate would be too hard?

Seeing it with her own eyes, Mo Shanghua couldn't help but cast a glance at Yan Beicheng beside her from the corner of her eye.

How powerful is his status as a national teacher?

How could he still have such a great influence on Emperor Baorong under the circumstance that You Ning knew how to divide power with immortal art?

Emperor Baorong watched his nose, nose, and heart, standing as motionless as a mountain, with no other expression on his face.

At this juncture, it is natural to say less and make less mistakes.

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Outside the palace where the thirteen princes lived, Liu Weng bowed his body and replied respectfully, "Returning to the empress, your majesty knows that you have worked hard recently, and your body is quite tired and weak. I am afraid that you will be sick when you go in. So please go back to the palace first, and when the Third Prince's condition improves, I will naturally notify you."

How much work?

Can't you make up your own mind about your son's marriage after working so hard to recite scriptures every day?

However, since Liu Weng personally came to inform, there is no room for refutation on this matter.

Empress Lin's heart was slightly cold, and she couldn't show it in the slightest. She just nodded slightly, and said softly: "Thank you for your kindness, so, this mother queen of this palace can only go back to rest with the audacity of her own."

After a pause, she glanced worriedly into the palace, "If Xuan'er has news, I must send someone to inform me immediately."

Liu Weng smiled and personally sent Queen Lin out.

At that time, Yan Moli's complexion in the hall was also not much better, and he still had to look extremely worried, which really made him feel annoyed and hated.

Empress Lin is his mother in name, and because of Empress Lin, he can gain the upper hand in this battle for the reserve position. Now that Empress Lin has been rejected so far, it really gave him a headache.

As soon as he thought of this, he thought of Ning Wuzhi's appearance of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, and a series of recent bad things in his mind, which made his heart even more depressed.

Mo Shanghua just caught a glimpse of the subtle expression change on Yan Moli's face, and sneered in her heart.

Yan Beicheng glanced at Mo Shanghua speechlessly, then blinked slightly at her.

Mo Shanghua immediately withdrew her gaze and stopped looking.

It wasn't too late for the court judge and the rest of the imperial doctors from the Tai Hospital to come. As soon as Queen Lin left, the panting Tai Hospital judge came running behind him.

Emperor Baorong stepped aside and said in a deep voice: "No matter what, I want you to keep Xuan'er!"

The judge of Taiyuan Hospital felt the pressure and hurried forward for diagnosis and treatment.

The rest of the imperial physicians were also on the sidelines, waiting for orders at any time.

After a long time, the magistrate of the imperial hospital got up and called the oldest imperial physician behind him for diagnosis and treatment.

In this way, all the imperial physicians looked at them one by one in the end, but they were all ashamed.

"Your Majesty, this humble minister is incompetent." The judge of the Imperial Hospital was quite calm, and without saying a word, he knelt down and pleaded guilty with the medicine box in hand.

Emperor Baorong was furious, and pointed at the imperial physician who was kneeling on the ground and cursed, "Trash! They are all trash! If something happens to Xuan'er, none of you want to be alone!"

The imperial physicians pressed their heads tightly to the ground in fear, pleading guilty in unison, "I am incompetent, please forgive me."

Concubine Shu raised her eyes, which were swollen like walnuts, and said with a sob: "Your Majesty, don't embarrass them anymore. This is fate. I admit it. Calm down."

Emperor Baorong fell silent, walked to the side of the bed and looked at Yan Cenxuan who had his eyes tightly closed, his eyes were full of pain.

"Unexpectedly, I will send a white-haired person to a black-haired person again."

In this case, only Emperor Baorong dared to say it. Although everyone knew it in their hearts, no one dared to speak up.

All secretly sighed in their hearts.

Emperor Baorong had many heirs, including nineteen princes and princesses, but most of them died young, especially the princes.

Nowadays, only the third prince, King Ling, seven princes, eight princes, and thirteen princes have grown up safely, and now even the thirteen princes can't bear it anymore, it's really sad.

"Royal Father." Just as everyone held their breath and concentrated on trying their best to reduce their sense of existence, Mo Shanghua's cold and indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

Emperor Baorong didn't look back, and Mo Shanghua didn't feel embarrassed, and continued: "My son has taught himself medical skills, and His Highness the Thirteenth Prince also has some kindness towards me. I'm willing to give it a try, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope."

Only then did Emperor Baorong turn his head around, his eyes sharpened suddenly, and he looked at Moshanghua scrutinizing up and down.

"When did you learn medicine?"

Mo Shanghua lowered her eyebrows, her beautiful and cold face was calm, and she let Emperor Baorong look at her, "My son is in the boudoir. I used to learn it secretly. Back then, I had a delusional idea that if I were an ordinary person, I would be a good man The doctor who saves lives is also good."

In this case, naturally none of the words are true.

However, the truth is absolutely unavoidable, and Liu Bohan severed ties with him again, so she was not afraid of the emperor's suspicion, so she asked a few more questions.

Before Emperor Baorong opened his mouth, Yan Moli came forward and said in a deep voice: "The imperial doctors in the Mantai Hospital are helpless, you just educate yourself, how dare you really treat it? Besides, the Thirteenth Emperor's body is not a common disease that you practiced. Suffering, status is precious, how can you heal it at will?"

Yan Beicheng couldn't cut Yan Moli's doubts like this, and said calmly: "Father, my son can't speak, and I also know that there is a saying among the people that a dead horse should be treated as a living horse. Even if you try it, it is better than being helpless." many."

On this occasion, he was very wise not to argue with Yan Moli.

Yan Moli was obviously not as transparent as Yan Beicheng saw. He swept his eyebrows and said in a cold voice: "Are you going to stop the thirteenth brother from being a dead horse? You are talking nonsense!"

He has been in a bad mood for the past few days, but now that he has seized the opportunity, he has been depressed for a few days, and he is a bit out of control.

"Shut up!" Emperor Baorong really showed anger, and yelled in a deep voice, "Your brother is still lying here, but you are arguing here, could it be that I am dead?"

Yan Moli's complexion darkened, and he quickly knelt down, "I know I was wrong."

The sarcasm in Yan Beicheng's eyes flashed away, and he lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"If you commit the crime again, I will definitely not forgive you lightly." Emperor Baorong's complexion did not improve much, and he turned to look at Moshanghua, "Come and try."