jdhmnovel Chapter 442 Meeting in a Dream
Chapter 442 Meeting in a Dream
"Master, I will go right away."
Caiyue's eyes lightly swept across the cup of honey water lying on the embroidery stool, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it was rare for her master to change his taste so quickly.
I was thinking of drinking honey water when taking medicine at noon, and I wanted to sweeten my taste with candied fruit in the evening.
During the time when her master was protecting the fetus, Caiyue realized her own incompetence more than ever before.
Stepping into the bedroom again, Caiyue carefully brought up the candied fruit and gently placed it in front of Shen Meizhuang.
"Master, the medicine is bitter. Please use this candied fruit to soothe it."
This candied fruit was specially delivered by the emperor at the imperial teahouse. The bright red surface was covered with sugar stains, and it emitted an attractive luster in the candlelight.
Just one look and you can't help but take action.
But Shen Meizhuang didn't like things that were too sweet. She endured the discomfort in her throat and swallowed a smaller candied fruit whole.
"Caiyue, pass the warm water to me. You can eat the remaining candied fruit."
The night wind blew in through the window lattice, bringing a slight chill, and Shen Meizhuang tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Concubine Hua sent Songzhi to convey a message this morning, saying that considering her unstable pregnancy, she would be exempted from paying respects to her parents for the next month.
The first three months of a woman's pregnancy are the most critical. If she waits until the fetus is really established before trying to remove the evil seed in her belly, she will probably suffer a great sin.
However, Shen Meizhuang could not openly go against Concubine Hua's kindness. She thought about it for a few moments and decided to rest in Chuxiu Palace for a few days before looking for an opportunity to cause trouble.
At this time, the lights in the Yangxin Palace were on, and the emperor was still busy at his desk.
Su Peisheng, who came in from outside the hall, looked embarrassed and reported it with courage.
"Your Majesty, today, as per custom, the flower room is replacing the flowers for each palace. A pot of flowers moved from Chuxiu Palace is in a very withered state. Our servants, recognizing the precious variety and the difficulty of cultivating it... carefully excavated the soil and discovered that the roots of the flower are rotten. The experienced gardener determined that it was the result of the drug's erosion over the past few days, which has caused the flower to lose its vitality."
The emperor's red brush trembled, and a drop of red ink splashed onto the memorial.
His face darkened, and he raised his eyes and asked, "Where was that pot of flowers originally placed in Chuxiu Palace?"
"Your Majesty, place it on the windowsill of Concubine Hui's bedroom."
As Su Peisheng spoke, he handed over the pulse record recorded by Chenpi.
"I have asked Imperial Physician Li Songling to analyze the situation. He said that based on the pulse diagnosis, Imperial Physician Chenpi prescribed the right prescriptions to preserve the pregnancy. However, he is puzzled as to why the Majesty's pregnancy is still not looking good."
Li Songling was the exclusive imperial physician appointed to the Yangxin Palace after Zhang Wuwei retired due to illness.
This person was also highly recommended by Zhang Wuwei. Unlike the taciturn Zhang Wuwei, he is a man with an active mind.
The emperor casually flipped through a few pages of densely packed pulse records, threw them aside, and gave orders to Su Peisheng in an irritable tone.
"Return the potted flowerpot untouched to Chuxiu Palace... well, send an experienced nurse to look after Huipin personally."
"Give Concubine Hua a message tomorrow, saying that Concubine Hui is weak and needs to take care of her pregnancy, so she can skip future visits."
"The slave understands."
Su Peisheng looked at his master worriedly and retreated silently.
He couldn't understand why Huipin, who had been recuperating, would cause such a scene?
Is it that she just wants to use the child in her belly to overthrow Concubine Hua?
Su Peisheng stood outside the hall for a long time without any clue.
The emperor in the palace looked exhausted. He had no idea that Concubine Hui was willing to hurt her unborn child for Zhen Huan.
A few days ago, she brought Longyue to the Yangxin Palace to reminisce about the past, and the emperor noticed that she mentioned Huan'er in a subtle way.
Shen Meizhuang has always been thinking about Huan'er, and so has he.
Jingbai, the abbot of Ganlu Temple, brought news that Huan'er was tired of the mundane world and resolutely took the two servants with her to the remote Lingyun Peak.
In the past two years, he has never set foot below Lingyun Peak, and even avoided the people he sent out with great respect.
The emperor rubbed his brows with a headache. He was not so easily influenced by women.
Whether it's Zhen Huan or Shen Meizhuang!
He did everything he should do. If anything unexpected happened, he could only say it was God's will.
The emperor went over the women in the harem in his mind. In the past, Concubine Hua was the only woman in the palace who was not afraid of him. Later, her brightness and pride seemed to disappear over the years, and she was no longer as lively as she was when they first met.
In the huge harem, only Concubine Shu remained unchanged and treated him the same from beginning to end.
The emperor, feeling extremely lonely, gave orders in a deep voice outside.
"Su Peisheng, go to Yongshou Palace!"
"Your Majesty, the Auspicious Gate is locked at this hour. If you were to visit the Imperial Concubine Shu at this time, the daily records and the censors of the previous dynasty..."
Su Peisheng bravely advised against it.
This time his old friend is probably going to suffer again!
The emperor glanced at him coldly and remained silent. An aura of majesty filled the entire hall.
Su Peisheng was startled and didn't dare to say anything more. He tiptoed out of the hall.
After two quarters of an hour, he turned around and whispered to Xiao Xiazi, "Master, I'll go make a cup of tea. You take it in for the master."
"I understand, Master, please rest assured."
Su Peisheng was very cunning. Whenever the emperor was in a bad mood, he would order his men to go in and serve tea.
While Xiao Xiazi was in the tea room, he placed a portion of candied fruit on the tray.
Concubine Shu has pointed out that the Emperor prefers sweeter pastries when he is irritable or sick.
Xiao Xiazi came in with a tray and placed the tea and candied fruit where the emperor could reach.
He gave a gentle reminder and then retreated respectfully.
As the night deepened, a chill quietly came over me.
Su Peisheng straightened his collar, lowered his head respectfully and stepped into the hall, reminding with concern.
"Your Majesty, it is past 11pm, you should go to bed."
After a long while, the emperor finally uttered a word.
"I understand."
Su Peisheng quickly glanced at the desk and found that the pile of memorials had been moved to the other side. He couldn't help but secretly admire the emperor's diligence over the years.
When he was in the palace, his wife advised him not to stay in the study until late at night.
Now, the palace gates will be locked at a certain time. The concubines in the harem cannot enter the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and no one dares to persuade the master to rest.
After waiting for another quarter of an hour, seeing that the emperor still did not move, Su Peisheng could not help but urge him again in a low voice: "Master, you still have to attend court tomorrow. I beg you to move to the back hall and rest."
The emperor seemed moved by Su Peisheng's persistence and closed the memorial he had just picked up.
"I'm going to rest now. Remember to wake me up before 5:00 AM tomorrow."
Memorials from all over the country piled up like mountains every day, and the emperor had long been accustomed to sleeping only two or three hours a day.
Su Peisheng, the dog slave, reminded him to rest as soon as the time came.
This made the emperor feel both upset and a little warm.
After washing up, the emperor tossed and turned on the bright yellow dragon bed. He recalled what had happened recently, and his heart was filled with endless worries and troubles.
After a long time, he sighed deeply, his voice filled with endless longing and sorrow.
"Rouzhe, I miss you. Can you come into my dream again and talk to me?"
The emperor had so many things he wanted to say. The troubles in the court and the harem came flooding in like a tide, making him feel extremely depressed and exhausted.
I don't know how long he tossed and turned in bed before he gradually fell asleep.
Thinking that he still had to deal with government affairs during the day, the emperor obediently closed his eyes.
There seemed to be whispers floating in the haze, like a veil brushing across his heartstrings, arousing his inner curiosity.
"Thank you aunt for your kindness, niece. Your imperial concubine's dress is really..."
The emperor was startled by the gentle words like a spring breeze. Was this Rouze's voice?
He looked around and saw that there was no one outside the main hall, so he wanted to approach quietly from the side in order to hear more clearly.
However, no matter how hard the emperor tried, the words dissipated like morning mist, and no trace of them could be found.
After the emperor calmed down after wandering around in the yard, he remembered that he had muttered about Rouze before going to bed.
He gradually realized that this was just a dream.
Just as he suddenly realized what was going on, the scene suddenly changed and he found himself in a fiery red plum forest.
The cold wind blew the red petals all over the sky, and the woman in the center of Merlin, dressed in a concubine's dress, also danced with the wind, like a fairy playing in the mortal world.
The familiar scene made the emperor involuntarily quicken his pace.
Although the woman's face was covered by a veil, the emperor could clearly feel from her every move that this was the Rou Ze he had been dreaming about.
He didn't know why the dream was so unpredictable, and was afraid of disturbing this beauty, so he quietly hid in a rockery nearby.
He had been to this place countless times when he was young, so he climbed up the hidden path with ease.
Soon a square stone pillar appeared in front of us.
Sitting on the stone pier, one can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of the entire Merlin, but the emperor's eyes always stayed on the woman in the center of the Merlin.
Rouze is completely different from ordinary ladies. She has been weak and sickly since childhood. In order to help her recuperate, her wife specially invited dancers to teach her how to dance.
The emperor had seen Rouze dance many times, and whenever she spun lightly, he knew the dance was nearing its end.
The soft and light figure turned flexibly, causing the scattered plum blossoms to dance along with it.
The emperor couldn't help but stand up, and when he glanced around unintentionally, he caught a glimpse of a bright yellow figure slowly approaching Merlin.
The emperor's heart tightened. He knew that his father never liked women who were too extreme.
In a hurry, he hurried down the rockery and picked up the weak and boneless Rouze...
Just as he was about to comfort the frightened beauty in his arms, Su Peisheng's voice, which had not changed for many years, extinguished his dream like cold water.
The disappointed emperor glared at Su Peisheng with dissatisfaction, stood up with a sullen face, washed up, and prepared to face another busy day.