Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Chapter 220 The high fever persists

Hailancha said anxiously, "It suddenly rained heavily yesterday. In order to protect the jasmine flowers, the Queen was anxious and covered them herself. She caught a cold and has a high fever now. Mingyu asked me to come find you."

Hailancha's voice was hurried and tense, as if the urgent situation was pouring out with his words. His eyes were full of anxiety, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, flashing with anxiety under the sunlight.

After hearing what Hailancha said, Wei Yingluo asked anxiously, "Where is my master, Doctor Ye?"

Wei Yingluo's voice trembled slightly, and the worry surged into her heart like a tide. Her eyes instantly became anxious, and her brows knitted tightly together, as if twisted into an unsolvable knot.

Her heart was filled with concern for the Queen, and that concern was like an invisible net that tightly bound her heart.

Hailancha scratched his head and asked curiously, "Yingluo, don't you know? Imperial Doctor Ye said he had something important to attend to and asked to leave the palace, so he didn't come to attend your wedding."

Hailancha's movements seemed a little flustered, and his eyes were full of doubts. He was also secretly wondering what important things Ye Imperial Doctor had to say that he left the palace at this time without saying hello.

Wei Yingluo frowned and said, "I don't know. Master just said that there are too many patients and he doesn't have time, so he asked Master's wife to send a gift."

Wei Yingluo thought to herself that her master must be hiding something from her. Her eyes flashed with a thoughtful light, and the doubts enveloped her heart like a fog.

But now there was no way to think about it, she could only go to the palace to visit the Queen, hoping that the disease could be controlled. Her heart was filled with helplessness and worry, and that helplessness was like a heavy yoke, pressing her to the point of being unable to breathe.

Fu Heng took Wei Yingluo's hand, held it tightly, and said, "Come on, Yingluo, let's go to the palace first to see what's going on."

Fu Heng's voice was calm and firm, as if it brought a little comfort to Wei Yingluo in this chaotic situation.

His eyes were full of concern, and that concern was like warm sunshine, shining on Wei Yingluo's heart.

Having said that, they walked out.

Hailancha shouted from behind, "Wait for me!" There was a hint of urgency in Hailancha's voice, and he followed hurriedly behind.

His heart was also filled with worry for the Queen Mother. After all, the Queen Mother had always been very caring towards him.

The three of them were walking in a hurry, but unexpectedly, when they reached the door, they met Fu Cha Li Rongbao who had just left the court.

The sun shone warmly on the earth, casting a golden glow on Fucha Li Rongbao's figure. His posture was upright, his face was serious, and his majestic aura made people feel awe.

Fucha Li Rongbao looked at the anxious expressions of the three of them, frowned, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Fu Cha Li Rongbao's voice was low and powerful, and the doubt was like a heavy stone, pressing on the hearts of the three people.

His eyes were full of scrutiny, as if he wanted to see through their thoughts.

Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng looked at each other, and Hailancha in the back didn't know what to do either.

Their hearts were filled with tension, and that tension was like a taut string that could break at any time.

There was a flicker of anxiety in their eyes, and that uneasiness was like a ghost in the darkness, filling people's hearts with fear.

After all, if everyone in the Fucha Mansion knew that the Queen was ill, it would only cause them unnecessary worry.

Wei Yingluo forced a smile and said, "Father, Hailancha invited us to have lunch at Mingyue Tower as a farewell party."

Wei Yingluo's smile seemed a little forced, and the nervousness was faintly visible in her voice. Her eyes were full of expectation, hoping that Fu Cha Li Rongbao would believe their lies.

Hailancha also hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, Master Fucha, that's it."

There was a hint of panic in Hailancha's voice and his eyes were full of anxiety.

In his heart, he secretly prayed that Fu Cha Li Rongbao would not see through their lies, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Fu Cha Li Rongbao frowned, feeling that things were not that simple, but he did not want to interfere too much in the affairs of his son and daughter-in-law, so he nodded.

His heart was full of doubts, but he also knew that the young man had his own things to deal with, so he stopped asking. There was a trace of worry in his eyes, and that worry was like a faint cloud, covering his heart.

The sunlight poured warmly onto the vermilion walls of the Forbidden City, reflecting a dazzling light.

The light was like a golden flame, burning the entire sky. The palace walls looked even more solemn and magnificent under the sunlight, as if telling an ancient story.

Finally, before noon, a group of three people arrived in a hurry.

Their figures appeared particularly hurried in the sunlight, and the hurried footsteps seemed to tell of their anxiety.

They quickly passed through the corridor with carved beams and painted buildings, but the colorful paintings on the corridor ignored their anxiety and appeared even more colorful under the sunlight.

The exquisite patterns seemed to tell the prosperity and splendor of the palace. They walked on the stone road that was polished smooth by time, and the stone road made a slight sound under their feet, as if telling the vicissitudes and changes of history.

Finally arrived at Changchun Palace.

The gate of Changchun Palace was tightly closed, and the copper ring on the door shone with an ancient luster in the sun. The lines on the copper ring were clearly visible, as if they were marks left by time.

Wei Yingluo was extremely anxious, her eyes were eager and anxious, as if there was a fire burning in her heart. Her eyes were full of worry and anxiety, and the worry was like a heavy dark cloud, covering her heart.

She had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the palace, and didn't even feel the breeze with a faint floral scent blowing from the corner of the palace.

However, the breeze gently brushed across her face, as if comforting her anxious heart.

She pushed the palace door open suddenly, and it made a dull sound, as if protesting against her recklessness.

The sound echoed in the silent palace, like a heavy sigh.

She ran into the inner hall, only to see a strong smell of medicine in the air. The smell lingered in the air like an invisible veil.

The smell of medicine was strong and made people feel worried.

Mingyu was quietly guarding Empress Fucha's bedside, her figure looking particularly thin in the dim light.

Mingyu's eyes were filled with fatigue and worry, and the fatigue was like a heavy shackle that made it difficult for her to breathe.

The queen lay quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings, quietly covering her eyelids, the queen seemed to be in a coma again.

The queen looked particularly haggard, and her pale complexion filled people's hearts with pity.

Mingyu's eyes were red and swollen like two red peaches, as if she had just cried.

As soon as she saw Wei Yingluo, she stood up immediately as if she had seen a savior, and said aggrievedly: "Yingluo! You are finally back."

There was a hint of tears in Mingyu's voice, and the grievance was like a heavy stone pressing on her heart. Her eyes were full of expectation and hope, as if Wei Yingluo was her only support.

Wei Yingluo frowned slightly, her heart filled with worry.

She walked quickly to the bedside, nodded, then gently grasped the queen's slender wrist and began to feel her pulse. Her fingers were on the queen's pulse, trembling slightly, as if she was feeling the queen's weak life flow.

Her eyes were full of concentration and worry, and that concentration was like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts.

While taking the pulse, she frowned and asked, "Mingyu, what has the Queen done recently? Tell me in detail." There was a hint of urgency in Wei Yingluo's voice, and the worry was like a heavy dark cloud, hanging over her heart.

Mingyu bit her lips, leaving a faint mark on them from her small teeth.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "It's the same as usual, but I was caught in the rain yesterday morning and I feel unwell..."

There was a hint of hesitation in Mingyu's voice and a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. She didn't know whether she should tell the Queen that she had stopped taking the medicine.

There seemed to be two little people fighting in her heart, one telling her to tell the truth, while the other worried about being scolded. The hesitation was like a heavy yoke, pressing her to the point of being unable to breathe.

But even if she didn't say it, Wei Yingluo's keen intuition detected something unusual by taking her pulse.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes like sharp swords, staring straight into Mingyu's eyes.

She asked seriously, "Didn't the Queen take the medicinal food on time?" There was a hint of seriousness and displeasure in Wei Yingluo's voice.

Mingyu's face suddenly turned red, and she lowered her head in shame, almost burying her little head in her arms.

She whispered, "Yes. The Queen said that this medicinal food is too expensive and a burden. She doesn't want to use it every day, so she asked me to cook it every two days."

There was a hint of guilt in Mingyu's voice, and the shame was like a heavy stone pressing on her heart. Her eyes were full of self-blame and worry, and the self-blame was like a sharp sword, piercing her heart.

When Wei Yingluo heard this, she immediately became furious. She stood up suddenly, clenched her hands into fists, and said loudly:

"Mingyu! What did I say before? The Queen has suffered from postpartum deficiency since she gave birth to the Second Prince. Her body is already weak, so she must not stop taking medicinal food."

Wei Yingluo's voice echoed in the empty inner hall, like a stern rebuke.

There was a hint of anger in that voice, and that anger was like a blazing fire, filling people's hearts with fear.

Mingyu was in tears, and the tears rolled down her cheeks like beads that had broken off the string.

She sobbed and said, "Yes, it was my fault, but the Queen was very determined and there was nothing I could do."

There was a hint of grievance in Mingyu's voice, and her tears continued to flow. The worry and self-blame in her heart made her feel a little breathless. Her shoulders kept shaking, and she looked like a wounded bird.

Wei Yingluo looked at Mingyu's pitiful appearance, and her anger suddenly disappeared.

She knew that even though Mingyu was the head maid, she could only listen to her master, the Queen, and she could not be blamed for that.

She said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Mingyu, I was too anxious just now." There was a hint of guilt in Wei Yingluo's voice.

When Mingyu heard this, she suddenly threw herself into Wei Yingluo's arms, and her small body kept trembling in Wei Yingluo's arms.

She said sadly: "Yingluo, it's all my fault. I was lucky and didn't follow your instructions... It was me who didn't stop the Queen. What should I do now?"

There was a hint of despair in Mingyu's voice, and her eyes were full of helplessness and worry. That helplessness was like a ghost in the darkness, filling people's hearts with fear.

Wei Yingluo patted Mingyu's back gently, the movement was gentle and warm, as if she was comforting a wounded child.

She said, "Mingyu, stop crying. Crying won't help. Calm yourself down first. Now that something has happened, let's find a way to solve it first."

There was a hint of firmness in Wei Yingluo's voice, but she knew in her heart that this was not an easy task.

Mingyu nodded obediently, the tears still hanging on her cheeks, sparkling in the sun. Her eyes were full of expectation and hope, as if Wei Yingluo was her only support.

Wei Yingluo let go of Mingyu and walked to the table nearby.

There were pens, inkstones, and paper on the table. She picked up the pen, and it seemed to have life in her hand. She frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then wrote quickly on the paper. After a while, she had written a prescription.

"This prescription can help the queen get rid of the evil wind, but it can only temporarily relieve the symptoms. If I want to completely cure the queen's illness, I need to go to the southwest." Wei Yingluo said to Mingyu.

Mingyu's eyes widened. "Southwest? That's very far! And there will be many dangers along the way, right?"

"I know, but for the sake of Majesty's health, I must go. Only in this way can we find the Sacred Heart Grass and completely cure Majesty's illness." There was a firm light in Wei Yingluo's eyes.

Mingyu looked at Wei Yingluo, her eyes full of admiration and gratitude. "Yingluo, you are really brave. I believe you can find the Sacred Heart Herb and cure the Queen's illness."

Wei Yingluo smiled and patted Mingyu's head. "Don't worry, Mingyu. I will definitely come back safely."

After that, Wei Yingluo handed the prescription to Mingyu, and told her to make sure to boil the medicine for the queen according to the doctor's instructions. Mingyu took the prescription and nodded vigorously.

Wei Yingluo looked at Mingyu's departing back and made up her mind secretly.

No matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are ahead, she will try her best to overcome them, find the Sacred Heart Herb for the Queen and restore her health.

Because in her heart, Empress Fucha is not only her master, but also her relative.