Empress

Chapter 17

Physician Pan was puzzled: "Why do you need this medicine?"

Naturally, Rong Cheng couldn't tell the truth, and said calmly: "In a few days for the draft, the emperor asked me to accompany him."

Imperial doctor Pan is so clever, he understood Rong Cheng's intention at once.

This kind of occasion is always attended by the empress, if you bring a male favorite musician, you will lose the face of the royal family.

Physician Pan said clearly: "So you want to say you are sick?"

Rong Cheng nodded.

Physician Pan groaned in embarrassment, this matter is not difficult to handle, but if the emperor knew that he had a hand in it, he might lose his life.

Rong Cheng saw his worry and said calmly: "As long as Imperial Physician Pan doesn't tell the truth, no one will know."

"What's more, I did this to save the face of the royal family."

Physician Pan weighed the pros and cons, and agreed, "Okay."

There seemed to be a cloud of fog in his heart, he always felt that there was something wrong with this matter, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he left Chenghuan Palace in a daze, and went back to the imperial hospital to prescribe medicine.

After Imperial Physician Pan left, Yu An sneaked in like a thief, and gestured curiously: "Master, did he agree?"

Rong Cheng hummed, "Have you done what I asked you to do?"

Yu'an nodded, took out a piece of paper from his cuff, and handed it to Rongcheng.

In the past few days, Yu'an wandered around in the palace and figured out the approximate location. He drew a simple map and circled one place with a brush.

Yu An gestured and said: "There is a dog hole under the east corner of the imperial garden, leading to the Shenwu Gate, and you can leave the palace by going out from there."

Rong Cheng asked worriedly: "Are you sure?"

Yu'an looked around, and leaned over to make small gestures: "The slave has seen it in the dog hole, and he can really go out."

It's no wonder that Rong Cheng is cautious, they have prepared the plan for so long, if they encounter difficulties when leaving the palace, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Rong Cheng raised his hand and touched Yu'an's head, "Well done."

Two blushes appeared on Yu An's cheeks, and he turned around quickly, pretending to tidy up.

In a blink of an eye, the day of the draft is still two days away.

This evening, by asking for peace of mind, Imperial Physician Pan came to Chenghuan Palace and handed over the pre-prepared medicine to Rong Cheng.

Physician Pan explained: "Immediately after taking this medicine, my body will become weak and weak, and I will sweat all over. It looks like I am sick, and it will last for several hours."

Rong Cheng took the medicine, "Thank you, Physician Pan."

Seeing the haggard appearance, Imperial Physician Pan hesitated to speak, and finally left Chenghuan Palace without saying anything.

Early the next morning, news of Rong Cheng's illness reached the emperor's ears.

Guan Hongfeng's hands paused, and he said in a deep voice, "Is Longji sick again?"

Eunuch Yang put down the dust whisk in his hand, and tied the jade belt on for the emperor, "Yes, Imperial Physician Pan came to report early in the morning, saying that the fever was severe."

Guan Hongfeng's unhappy face was reflected in the bronze mirror, "Didn't it get better a few days ago?"

"It's said that he caught a cold the night before, and the illness recurred."

Guan Hongfeng showed a cold expression, "He really knows how to choose the time."

After putting on the dragon robe, Eunuch Yang said: "Your Majesty, the Empress has gone to the main hall, are you also..."

Guan Hongfeng interrupted: "Go to Chenghuan Palace."

He wants to see if Rong Cheng is pretending to be sick.

Chenghuan Palace was as lonely as ever, like a cold palace, two guards leaned lazily on the door and dozed off, when they saw the emperor coming from afar, they woke up with a jolt, pushed the guard beside them, the two hurriedly Kneel down and salute, "Good luck, Your Majesty."

Guan Hongfeng squinted at them, and strode into Chenghuan Palace.

The hall was quiet, only Yu'an was serving. Seeing Guan Hongfeng approaching, a look of panic flashed across his face, and he quickly hid the pen and paper in his hand.

Guan Hongfeng paid all his attention to the people on the bed, and didn't notice Yu An's strangeness. He walked to the side of the bed and looked down at Rong Cheng who was curled up in the quilt.

A few strands of sweat-wet hair were stuck to his cheeks, his complexion was pale, and his eyelashes fluttered unsteadily.

Guan Hongfeng stretched out his hand and felt a cold sweat. It seemed that he was not pretending to be sick.

Guan Hongfeng cast his cold eyes on Yu'an who was behind him: "You are asked to serve Long Ji, is this how you serve?"

Yu An immediately knelt down and kowtowed several times.

"It's none of his business." Rong Cheng said, his voice was rustling, "I was not careful."

Guan Hongfeng said coldly: "You are very partial to this dead slave."

Yu'an tensed up, not daring to raise his head.

Guan Hongfeng's face became a bit more sinister, he looked at Rong Cheng, and said gloomyly: "Long Ji, you didn't mean it on purpose, did you?"

Rong Cheng's heart trembled, his face remained unchanged, and he looked directly at Guan Hongfeng with calm eyes.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Guan Hongfeng's doubts dispelled somewhat. Guessing that Long Ji, a life-saving person, would not make fun of his body, he bent down, leaned into Rong Cheng's ear and said, "Take a good rest, I will come to meet you tonight Sweating."

The last sentence was very meaningful, and Rong Cheng's heart was calm.

By the time the draft was over, he had already left the palace.

After Guan Hongfeng finished speaking, he gouged out Yu'an who was kneeling at his feet, turned around and left Chenghuan Palace.

Yu An suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Rong Cheng looked at Guan Hongfeng's back, and said to Yu'an, "Is the wine ready?"

Yu'an nodded, squatted under the bed and took out the two jugs of wine.

Rong Cheng sat up, leaned against the soft pillow, gasped and said, "Go."

The two looked at each other meaningfully, and Yu An went out with the wine in his arms.

As soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by the guards outside.

The guard raised his chin and questioned, "What's in it?"

Yu An gestured twice, but the guard couldn't understand, and didn't bother to think about what he said, so he directly snatched the wine from Yu An.

"Don't move!" Another guard yelled at Yu'an who was going to grab him.

Yu'an stood there frightened, not daring to move anymore, but his eyes seemed to be afraid of being snatched away by them.

The guard opened the jug, and a mellow smell of wine came out. This is good wine.

The two looked at each other, and reached a tacit understanding from each other's eyes.

The guard cleared his throat and asked, "What are you going to do with this wine?"

Yu'an pointed to the outside, and made a gesture of a sheep, expressing that he would take it to honor Eunuch Yang.

The guard sneered, "You're on the right track, it's a pity, we'll take this wine."

Yu'an's expression changed, he quickly waved his hands and shook his head, gesticulating indiscriminately.

The guard drew the knife neatly from his side, pointed the knife point at Yu'an, and threatened: "Go back!"

Yu'an's face turned pale with fright, he hesitated for a moment, and turned back to Chenghuan Palace as if fleeing.

The two guards looked at each other and laughed, mockingly said: "It's really useless."

It's a common thing for them to skip the food and drink of the dragon dancers on weekdays. Anyway, this place is almost like a cold palace, and no one else will come except the emperor.

"Come on, buddy, have a drink."

The guard put the knife back on his waist, and the two sat cross-legged, each shared a jug of wine, and drank recklessly.

Seeing this scene, Yu'an in the hall turned around and smiled with Rong Cheng.