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"Hurry up and announce it!" The emperor ordered sharply, his usual gentle voice could not conceal his anxiety and worry at this time.

"Your Majesty, this servant has already asked someone to declare the real person of Shangqing," the maid in charge said nervously, "but it is said that the real person's hand was broken."

Broken hand? ! The emperor frowned and stared, which was too sudden.

The great eunuch Zhao Rang added cautiously: "Shangqing Zhenren is an expert recommended by the Yu family."

In the dormitory, there was a moment of silence.

There were only the low, painful moans of Anle on the couch, and the crackling of the charcoal burning in the charcoal basin.

"..." The emperor frowned, his expression was solemn, and his thoughts returned to five years ago.

That summer, An Le suddenly became seriously ill. The emperor, who was still the crown prince at that time, brought the imperial physicians from the imperial hospital, famous doctors, Taoist priests, and medical women from the capital and even the surrounding areas to show An Le.

But it was all in vain, An Le was getting worse and worse, getting sicker and sicker, and in the end only one breath was left hanging, but in just ten days, his life was dying.

During those days, he stayed by his daughter's side day and night, almost thinking that he was going to send a white-haired man to a black-haired one.

Until Yu's family recommended the immortal Shangqing of Wuliangguan.

The Daoist Master Shangqing indeed has some real talents and practical learning, and he is a master of both Taoism and medicine. He used his magical powers to pull An Le back from the gate of hell.

Since then, Anle has been bad for walking. I have been sick all these years. From time to time, I will have a cold, headache or something. These are only minor illnesses and pains. month, and the imperial physicians couldn't even distinguish the symptoms clearly, and they were helpless. Every time, the real person of Shangqing came to the East Palace to renew her life.

He knew that he had to sit on this dragon chair just for his two children.

Once he is abolished, his son will probably stay in South Vietnam for the rest of his life, never to return to China, and his daughter will also be treated poorly...

There was silence all around.

The quieter it was, the more obvious An Le's weak moaning sound was, as if an invisible net was tightening the emperor's heart.

"The Yu family..." The emperor snorted coldly, his eyelids drooping slightly due to his age showed a stern look, revealing a thoughtful expression.

This is obvious, the Yu family, or in other words, those aristocratic families want to use the eldest princess to control him as the emperor.

The emperor made a fist with his right hand and repeatedly tapped his knee several times, as if he was venting something.

At this time, An Le's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing became heavier, and her cheeks on both sides were so red that they seemed to bleed.

The maid in charge tried An Le's forehead, and said in a panic: "Your Majesty, Your Highness's fever is getting worse."

"Anle!" The emperor's face turned pale with anxiety, and he raised his voice and shouted, "The imperial physician orders, show Anle quickly."

In the sleeping hall, there was a period of chaos.

Several kneeling imperial physicians quickly got up and gathered around the bed.

The emperor got up from the side of the couch, trying to let go, but he got up too fast, his eyes darkened for a while, his feet were a little unstable, and he almost fell, but fortunately Zhao Rang helped him in time.

The emperor's face became even paler. Under the flustered state, his forehead throbbed with pain, and he hurriedly said, "Xuan..."

He paused, then changed his words decisively: "Duke Xuanying."

The emperor's old eyes shone with determination, and his thin body stood up straight, showing some faint fatigue and weakness.

He will never bow his head to the aristocratic family, once he bows his head, it will ruin the situation that his son has set up with great difficulty.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The eunuch Zhao Rang responded quickly, looking at the emperor with some concern.

The emperor's dragon body was inherently weak, if the eldest princess really had an accident, the blow to the emperor would definitely be fatal.

Zhao Rang didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly withdrew to spread the message.

After a while, the British official Fang Huai Rui, who was called back by the servant before leaving the palace, came in a daze, and left in a hurry with sweat profusely.

A thick layer of dark clouds slowly gathered above the imperial city, exuding an uncomfortable atmosphere.

More than half an hour later, Shangqing Daoist entered the palace in the carriage of the British government.

"See the emperor for the poor."

The Daoist Shangqing made a Taoist salute to the emperor without being humble or overbearing. He was dressed in a large blue Taoist robe that made his figure as thin as a stick, and he held a brand new white dust whisk in his hand.

This is supernatant? ! The emperor was startled, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at the Taoist in front of him in surprise.

Although Shangqing Daoist did not break his hands, his whole body seemed to have been sucked out of his essence, and his appearance was haggard. Half of the silver wire was sandwiched between his once black hair, his eye sockets and cheeks were deeply sunken, and he was skinny. No, it should be said that he looks like a living mummy, no longer the immortal demeanor of the past.

The emperor looked at Master Shangqing in amazement. For a moment, he almost doubted whether the other person had crawled out of the coffin.

The emperor glanced at Fang Huairui who was next to him, and Fang Huairui nodded his head invisibly, meaning that this is indeed Shangqing Daoist.

Fang Huairui knew that he had nothing to do with him, so he backed out with a wink.

"Shangqing, go and see the eldest princess." The emperor rubbed the center of his brows, his forehead and temples were still throbbing.

Daoist Shangqing saluted again, bypassed a screen, and walked buoyantly towards Anle's bed, with his clothes fluttering as he walked.

Seen from behind, the whole body has the detached demeanor before.

The two maids carefully held An Le's limbs, fearing that she might hurt herself.

The imperial physicians had just administered needles to Anle, and also applied cold compresses to her forehead, but there was still no improvement in the slightest, and even her mouth and nose began to ooze blood, and the eyeballs under her eyelids trembled.

The emperor's heart has been hanging in the air, more like thousands of needles are being pricked, he only wished that he could suffer for his daughter.

Zhao Rang comforted and comforted the emperor from the side: "Your Majesty, a real person has profound Taoism and has the ability to 'live the dead, flesh and bones'. Your Royal Highness, the auspicious person has his own heaven, and he will definitely turn the crisis into safety."

Master Shangqing turned his back to the emperor, looked at Anle on the couch, and shook the silver-white dust whisk several times, counting and chanting...

The palace people present held their breaths and did not dare to disturb.

After a while, Master Shangqing took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve pocket, handed it to the maid in charge next to him, and said, "Feed this elixir to Your Highness the Princess first."

The maid in charge took the small porcelain bottle, opened the lid and looked at it.

Inside the bottle was a red pill the size of a little finger, the same as the one An Le had taken before.

After reporting to the emperor, the maid in charge joined forces with another maid, one helped Anle up, and the other stuffed the pill into Anle's mouth.

They are all people who take care of An Le every day, and they move very neatly.

"Grunt" sound.

The elixir slipped down the throat into An Le's body.

The maid in charge held her breath and looked at the unconscious An Le without blinking...

After a while, the maid in charge shouted excitedly: "Your Highness is no longer convulsed... the fever has also begun to subside!"