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At the very least, there wouldn't be too much suspense on the successor to the throne. After all, the Emperor only had two sons, the Third Prince was young, and had a dull talent, and with the addition of Third Prince's mother who was born of low status, it was impossible for his to become the crown prince. In that case, only Song Yunqian and Song Yungang would be the only ones present. Song Yunqian was born from the Queen, was the direct descendant, and Song Yungang was born from the Imperial Concubine Rong, was the eldest son.

"Your royal brother wants to be the Emperor?" When Wen Yi said these words, she was also a little frightened. She really didn't want Song Yunqian to become embroiled in the fight for the throne, and if she wasn't careful, she would be doomed to never be able to recover from it.

Song Yunqian heaved a sigh of relief, "He might not be thinking like that now, but he's probably just jealous. If this king had been established as the crown prince in his past life, he might not have had any objections. Furthermore, the royal father is only forty-three years old this year, in the prime of his life. Even if he wanted to be the Emperor, he wouldn't have planned to do so so so early. "

The ancient people got married early, but also had children early. The emperor got Song Yungang at sixteen, Song Yungang just so happened to be twenty-seven this year, Song Yunqian was one year younger, and he was twenty-six this year, not far from the emperor's level.

Forty-three years old, not a very old age.

Wen Yi sighed, "It would be best for you to tell your royal father of your intentions. You don't have the intention to ascend to the throne, otherwise, this will continue to happen."

Song Yunqian actually looked at her, and was a little taken aback: "You mean you don't want this king to become emperor?"

Wen Yi was shocked, raising her eyes to look at him, "You want to be the emperor?"

Song Yunqian's face was calm and his gaze was deep. He said slowly, "Whether you want to or not, it is not within this king's control. Being born in a family of emperors, some things are already destined to happen. Even if This King doesn't want to do it, my maternal uncles and the others will still support This King. This is This King's fate, so This King may not be able to escape. "

Wen Yi was at a loss, there seemed to be thousands of thoughts in her mind, she was unable to find a way.

She could see the intentions in his heart. Did he have the intention to contend for the throne or not?

If he lost her in the future, in the end, there would still be a woman from the Three Palaces and Six Academies accompanying him. He would be able to live a blissful life.

"You're unhappy?" Song Yunqian observed her expression and asked carefully.

Wen Yi forced out a smile, "No, it's a good thing that you have a dream."

He took her hand and gently hugged her to his chest, promising, "If this king were to rule the world, you would definitely be the Empress."

Wen Yi leaned on his chest, and felt his heart beating strongly against his chest, but his heart could not calm down no matter what.

The continuous rain did not stop, resulting in the eruption of mountain torrents, the collapse of mountain mud, the burial of a village outside the city, the destruction of many houses and the destruction of many human lives.

The emperor got up and had a headache. He couldn't even go to the morning court. The imperial doctors came to treat him, but they only stopped the pain for a while. It wasn't even two hours, and it made him lose his temper.

The servants of the imperial palace had no other choice, and could only ask Zhuge Ming.

Zhuge Ming opened the prescription, and said: "The emperor is anxious because of it. He is burning with impatience, his liver is burning with vigor, and he once bathed himself in the freezing rain, causing his blood and Qi to stagnate.

The Emperor was enraged. "Of course, I still have to endure the pain of this divine retribution within these ten days?"

Zhuge Ming said shamefully: "Ten days, only then can the pain be alleviated, and it will not be completely stopped. Your Majesty, when it hurts, you can cover your forehead with cold water. "

The headaches and headaches that were difficult to treat had different etiologies and physiques. The symptoms that were triggered were not painful, and there was no specific treatment. The only thing that could be done was to slowly recuperate according to one's physique, allowing one's blood to flow smoothly.

The emperor was furious. Heaven's Might was completely disrespectful in front of pain. He said furiously, "Is there any other way to stop it?"

Zhuge Ming shook his head, "Your majesty, there is no other way. A headache is unstoppable, it can only suppress pain with cold water, cold water will constrict the blood vessels, and ease the pain."

With a wave of his hand, he said to Zhuge Ming: "Go out and find some Five Stones Powder for me. Now that there's trouble both internally and externally, I won't be able to rest for ten days."

Zhuge knelt down immediately in fright, "Your majesty, the Five Stones Powder is a poison, it hurts the mind and the body, you mustn't take it."

"Nonsense, the Five Stones Powder is made by alchemists, how can it not be consumed?" "Besides, even if there's poison, you won't die in a short period of time. I won't be able to endure this kind of pain even if I cripple my body." The Emperor suppressed his rage as the veins on his forehead throbbed, and he said in a cold and unyielding manner.

Zhuge Ming lifted his head and said, "Your Majesty, do you still remember the Dr. Wen that treated Your Highness? "She specializes in acupuncture, and acupuncture can suppress pain. How about … summoning her to the palace to treat His Majesty's illness?"

The emperor frowned. "Didn't you say that his character was bad?"

Zhuge Ming was embarrassed, and said: "Your majesty, if you can cure her, then giving her a reward is better than taking Wu Shi San."

The emperor pondered for a moment, then said: "fructus davidii, immediately go to the infirmary and summon her to the palace."

Zhuge Ming said, "Your majesty, the Dr. Wen is currently residing in the Prince Ning An's mansion. Your majesty can order people to go there to announce the news!"

The Emperor was stunned. "Why would she stay in the prince's mansion?"

Zhuge Ming explained. "Right now, she's treating Ke Er in the Duke Palaces, and it's quite effective."

When the emperor heard this, his expression softened slightly. He said, "If her treatment of Ke Er is also effective, then her medical skills are definitely outstanding. fructus davidii, go to the Duke Palace and announce her to enter the palace. You must enter immediately."

Zhuge Ming heaved a sigh of relief. Although he did not want Wen Yi to enter the palace, but the emperor still wanted to take the Five Stones Powder. If the empress dowager found out that Wen Yi had harmed the dragon's body, she would probably punish the imperial doctors in anger.

Wen Yi quickly followed fructus davidii into the palace, accompanied by Song Yunqian.

Wen Yi entered the Qiankun Hall in the emperor's chambers. The huge palace was decorated extravagantly and the bright yellow color everywhere showed the wealth of the heaven and the dignity of an emperor.

Wen Yi was a little afraid, but she said to her in a soft voice: "Don't be afraid, just don't reveal your identity."

After the State Advisor's words, Wen Yi knew that she must not reveal her identity, otherwise, there would be trouble again.

The Emperor laid on the bedchamber's long bed. His body was covered with a bright yellow embroidered golden dragon embroidered blanket. His eyes were tightly shut, and his brows were knitted together due to the pain.

fructus davidii stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Dr. Wen is here!"

The emperor slowly opened her eyes, her sharp gaze resting on Wen Yi's face. Even though Wen Yi had seen the emperor many times, but because she was his daughter-in-law, the way he looked at her was always more loving. But now, she was a stranger entering the palace as a doctor. He had to rely on her to treat her illness, but it was inevitable that he would have some suspicions and precautions against her.

Even though he was sick, his tone was very dignified, "Come here!"

Wen Yi went forward and bowed, "This humble woman pays her respects to Your Majesty."

The emperor acknowledged, "Zhuge Ming said that you are an expert in acupuncture!" His words were concise and he didn't want to waste any more words. It could be seen that he was in excruciating pain.

Wen Yi said softly, "Your Majesty, please extend your hand and allow this humble woman to examine Your Majesty's pulse."

The emperor stretched out a hand from inside the blanket. Wen Yi held it lightly and took a soft pillow and stuffed it under the back of his hand. Then, she held her three fingers together and placed it on the pulse of her wrist.

After Wen Yi finished listening to hherpulse, she took out a needle from her medicine box and took out two slender needles. The emperor opened her eyes and saw them and was shocked, his face immediately changed, "You …. Don't you have a shorter needle? "

Wen Yi was a little taken aback, she did not expect the normally aloof and dignified emperor to actually be afraid of a small needle. She smiled, as if she was seeing a ray of sunlight blossoming in the autumn rain, and the emperor's current terrified expression made her remember the expressions on the faces of the children who were about to be injected with needles. Her heart warmed, and she actually comforted the child: "Good girl, although this needle is long, it's not painful at all.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she suddenly felt that something wasn't right and hurriedly bowed. "Your Majesty, please forgive me. This humble woman has been spouting nonsense."

The emperor was expressionless as he glanced at her with a strange gaze. He said, "You're quite bold, little girl. Alright, I'll forgive your innocence. However, you still need to change this needle."

Wen Yi found it difficult to speak: "Then, okay." She took a smaller needle out of her purse, as thin as a hair, but it was as long as a chopstick, and three times longer than the original one.

The Emperor was dumbstruck and speechless as he looked at her in astonishment.

Wen Yi said: "The needles have already been changed. Your majesty, please close your eyes.

The emperor blocked it for a while and said carelessly, "Wait a moment, I am thirsty. fructus davidii, please serve me some tea."

Wen Yi retreated back and said with a smile, "The Emperor is afraid?"

The emperor took the water sent over by the fructus davidii, took a sip, and said coldly: "Would I be afraid? "When I was a prince, I had never felt the slightest bit of fear when thousands of men brandished their swords and sabers in front of me. Now, would I be afraid of this tiny embroidery needle?"

Wen Yi made a sound of acknowledgement, brought over a chair, sat in front of the bed, and said, "Your Majesty, this humble woman has heard a story, I wonder if Your Majesty is interested in hearing it?"

Seeing that Wen Yi did not even bother with the needles, the Emperor relaxed his guard and dragged the time out to speak: "Fine, just speak. We like listening to stories, but we must find it interesting. If it's boring, we will behead him immediately."

Wen Yi hid the needle in her sleeve and said, "Alright, this humble girl will massage the emperor's head while telling a story."

After saying that, she stretched out her hands to let the Emperor see that she was empty-handed. She then placed her hands on the Emperor's temples and gently rubbed it, saying, "In the past, there was someone called Tian Ji. The competition was divided into three rounds. Tian Ji really wanted to win this round, but he knew that the Qi King's horse was much better than his horse, so he had no chance of winning. So he consulted a man named Sun Pai. Sun Pai, a man of great wisdom, advised Tian Ji to use the first horse of the second horse to align the king's horse, and lost the first race. Then, Tian Ji used the second horse of the middle horse to align the second horse of the king, and won the second horse of the second horse, and finally, Tian Ji used the second horse of the second horse of the second horse to match the first horse of the king. In the end, Tian Ji won the match. "Your Majesty, tell me, is this Sun Pai a wise man?

The emperor was stunned for a moment. He slapped the edge of the bed and said, "Good plan, good plan!"

Wen Yi immediately held down his hand, and said: "Your Majesty, don't move recklessly. The needle has already pierced through!"

The emperor was shocked. He rolled his eyes and felt that there was a needle in each of his temple. He looked at Wen Yi with a strange expression on her face.

Wen Yi said with a smile, "Your majesty is flattering me. Your majesty, close your eyes and wait a moment!"

The emperor replied as he closed his eyes. Wen Yi heaved a sigh of relief and turned around to look at the fructus davidii with an appreciative gaze.