No, I was just a concubine, how did I become the queen?

Chapter 448 The Emperor cares about his son, what could be wrong?

The sun is shining brightly outside, and it's too hot to soak your feet in the house.

No matter how angry Lin Mingyan was that he endured the pain and didn't tell her, she was afraid that he would be depressed.

So we moved the location to the flower hall, which was bigger. Although it was still hot, it was at least not as stuffy.

But it was summer, and he didn't need an ice basin, and he was soaking his feet. After a while, the Fourth Master started sweating.

Of course the burning sensation on my shoulders was uncomfortable at first, but after applying it for a while, I did feel a difference.

It was as if the coldness in the bones was forced out and became hot from the inside out.

Many beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He pulled Lin Mingyan's sleeve with his right hand and said, "Good tea, I'm much better."

Well, I'm much better now. Don't be angry~~

Lin Mingyan wiped the sweat from her head and replied, "If you had told me earlier, I would have applied it earlier. It hurt so much for nothing, didn't it?!"

Really, this is not even a disease. If you treat it early, won’t you feel better sooner?

The Fourth Master laughed awkwardly: "Yes, yes, it's all because I'm ignorant~~"

He spoke like this on purpose, and sure enough, Lin Mingyan couldn't keep a straight face anymore.

Who says she is the type who responds to soft words and doesn't like to be tough? If you say a few words that show weakness, she won't be able to show her displeasure.

"Just apply it more often when you have time. It's not a big deal. Just take a little time before going to bed," Lin Mingyan said worriedly, "otherwise, you'll suffer when you get older."

Thinking about the fact that he didn't live long in history, she felt a little empty in her heart.

When she first entered the mansion, she had mocked him, saying that she wanted to live longer than the combined lifespan of the Fourth Master and his wife.

When I think about it now, I just say to God, "Children's words are innocent."

The Fourth Master patted her hands and said, "I'll do as you say."

I'm so scared, I still have to take care of myself.

Turning around, he saw Lin Mingyan was also sweating profusely, and hurriedly said, "Let me apply the compress to you, and you go change your clothes to cool down."

It was terribly hot in this room, and I couldn't use ice. And I was holding a scalding hot medicine bag in my hand, so it was very hot.

When Lin Mingyan looked up, she saw Su Peisheng looking at the medicine bag in her hand anxiously, as if he wanted to come over and do the work but didn't dare to.

What a...dogleg~~

Lin Mingyan didn't have to do it herself, but she was afraid that others would make the Fourth Master angry.

Wouldn't it be more comfortable for her to have someone to help her?

But before she could hand the medicine bag to Su Peisheng, someone came outside.

The person who came was Liang Jiugong, a favorite of Emperor Kangxi, and he was accompanied by Doctor Zhang.

What he said was very nice. He said that Emperor Kangxi did not see his fourth son at the morning court, and was worried out of his mind, so he sent him with the imperial physician to check on him.

Liang Jiugong said, "His Majesty has asked me to see it with my own eyes and report every detail to him."

Moreover, he came without any greeting, not even anyone to inform him, and went straight to see the Fourth Master who was soaking his feet.

The Fourth Master wanted to get up, but Liang Jiugong said, "Beile Yong, please sit down and don't delay the treatment."

At a glance from him, Doctor Zhang came over to take the Fourth Master's pulse and examine him.

The Fourth Master was naturally grateful and apologized, saying that his health was not good enough and that he had caused the Emperor to worry, which was really unfilial.

Liang Jiugong said from the side that the Emperor was also not feeling well, otherwise he would have come out in person to check on you.

What a deep love between father and son~~

Doctor Zhang took the patient's pulse and came to a conclusion.

The Fourth Master didn't recover well from his injury and was attacked by the cold, so he was in so much pain.

Liang Jiugong looked worried again and asked, "Can this be cured?"

This was also what Lin Mingyan was concerned about. Her eyes were almost glued to Doctor Zhang, wanting to hear the conclusion.

After all, the Fourth Master is still young. It would be too painful if he suffered pain for decades.

Doctor Zhang pondered and said, "It can't be cured in a short time. We can only slowly recuperate."

"Foot soaking like this is very good. If you stick to it for a long time, you will get many benefits."

"But recuperation requires medication..."

He said a lot, and the Fourth Master argued with him after listening.

Lin Mingyan stood aside speechlessly, thinking that the imperial physician had a hard time, as he couldn't change this habit.

It’s okay now that he is still a Beile, but when he becomes the emperor in the future, all the imperial physician’s hair will fall out.

Liang Jiugong also joined the discussion at the appropriate time and finally decided on a prescription for recuperation. He had to take it back and report to the Emperor.

After everyone left and the room became quiet, Lin Mingyan asked Rendong to change the medicine bag.

"Is everything okay now?" She quietly leaned over to the Fourth Master and asked.

The Fourth Master pinched her red, scalded fingers and said, "It's okay. The Emperor cares about his son, so what could possibly happen?"

But later on, he would not fight so hard in the court.

But this is also a good thing. Since others are competing so fiercely, keeping a low profile is also a good choice.

"You take a rest, ask me to apply it on you," he gave Su Peisheng a look.

Su Peisheng had a smile on his face. He quickly intercepted the medicine bag from Rendong's hand and came over to give him a hot compress.

I feel so sad. It's not that he is not diligent, but that he has no place to show his diligence!

The Fourth Master rested for more than half a month this time, and now he is almost recovered and can go back to work.

In October, Emperor Kangxi was going to tour the west, and it was said that he had intended to invite the Fourth Master along.

But considering that the weather in Xi'an was already cold, they changed to San Ye.

The remaining ones are the prince and Thirteen.

"Are the Crown Prince and Thirteenth always there when they go on tour?" Lin Mingyan asked doubtfully.

I really didn’t realize that the Thirteenth Prince was so favored. Normally, it seemed as if Emperor Kangxi didn’t even have this son.

Why do I think of this good son every time I go on patrol?

Fourth Master: "Prince...it's difficult too."

Since the fortyth year onwards, he has taken the prince with him on every tour. Is this really a favor?

He might not think so, so I bring him along just to be on guard.

As for why Thirteen was brought along, I'm afraid there is a deeper meaning behind this.

Among all the princes now, only Thirteenth comes from an unknown family and has no mother. Children without mothers are bullied by everyone.

The Fourth Master really didn't expect that not only others would bully him, but even his own father would bully him.

This is Jean Thirteen, looking after the Crown Prince...

Thirteen was sitting on the bed, while Guwaljia was sleeping on her side next to him, with her big belly facing inwards.

He looked at her belly in fascination. Inside was his first child, his blood relative.

However, when Guaerjia was about to give birth, he was named by the emperor to accompany him on the western tour.

He curled his lips and gave a bitter smile. Now he wished that the emperor would just forget about him and treat him like a transparent person, rather than accept such favor.

Why him?

What did he do wrong? He lost his mother, couldn't take care of his sister, and yet he was treated like this?

But he couldn't tell any of these things to anyone, not even to the person beside him!

He threw himself on the quilt, letting his tears wet the quilt.