The Dishonest Son and The ‘Ghost’ Doctor Mother

  Ye Xiu looked at her alone, and her heart was even more disturbed.

  Yu Qingluo glanced at the servant who was lifting the sedan chair beside him, and did not speak much.

   Ye Xiu came to understand it immediately, and then he stopped, without asking much.

  Until he reached the gate of the palace and got on the carriage, he asked eagerly, "What's the matter?"

  However, just as he spoke, he turned his head to find Yu Bao'er sitting beside him.

  Yu Qingluo and Ye Xiudu were taken aback at the same time, "Boer, did you not go back?"

  They spent such a long time in the palace, for several hours, he just waited for them here without saying a word?

  Yu Qingluo's eyebrows curled up, "Didn't I let people come to tell you, did we eat dinner in the palace?"

   Yu Bao'er was afraid of him to blame, and hurriedly took out the food box that Nan Nan had given him earlier. "Sister, I have something to eat, but I am not hungry. Look, I have eaten more than half of it. Now I am very full, really."

  Yu Qingluo saw his appearance and couldn't bear to talk about him anymore.

  After all, he is still a child. He is now her only relative, and it is normal that he is unwilling to go back like this after the two have been separated for so long.

   Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sighed secretly, and said helplessly, "You are really..."

   Yu Baoer smiled, and then silently closed the food box.

  Nan Nan was on the side, staring at her uncle in a daze, "Why do you eat so much? You have to eat this thing slowly. If you eat too much, it will accumulate food, really."

  Yu Qingluo glanced at him obliquely, "It's really rare, you actually know the word food."

  Nan Nan thought that he hadn't had any restraint in eating in the past. If this kind of food box were in his hand, he would eat more than Yu Bao'er. There was some guilty conscience at the moment, so he laughed and sat silently.

  Ye Xiu had no time to tell them this, he thought about Yu Qingluo’s face, and felt very wrong.

  Looking at him like that, Nan Nan rolled her eyes, and wittily pulled Yu Bao'er to the corner, and whispered to discuss the problem of food accumulation.

Yu Qingluo turned around and sighed next to Ye Xiudu, and said, "I have been observing the emperor just now and found that he... his complexion is very bad. In just a few months, his body is no longer as good as before. ."

  Ye Xiu Du’s heart clicked, and suddenly turned his head to look at Yu Qingluo, "What do you mean by...?"

   "...If it is." Yu Qingluo looked at him worriedly, "If the emperor doesn't cultivate well and relax his mind, I'm afraid... it won't last a year."

  The emperor... is still young, only forty-six or seven.

  In her opinion, at this age, there shouldn’t be such a bleak look.

  It’s just that he is the emperor. How easy is it to ask the emperor to relax his mind and cultivate himself? He can't leave the country's major events aside, and just care about his own self-cultivation. In addition, the twelve princes have just passed away and the prince was abolished, and the next things are more cumbersome.

  Meng's imperial concubine was about to move, the position of prince was suspended, and the sons had fought openly before, and there was not even a person around the emperor who knew the cold or the hot.

  It is impossible for him not to be upset or angry.

   But in this way, his body went from bad to worse, and he deteriorated faster.

  Ye Xiu Duo took a sigh of relief, one year, less than one year?

  Unexpectedly, he had only been away from the imperial capital for a few months, and his father's body had become like this.

  He hurriedly stopped the carriage, and said anxiously to Yu Qingluo, "Go back to the palace, you can take a look at your father, and give him some medicine."

Yu Qingluo grabbed his hand and frowned and said in a low voice, "Now that the palace gate is closed, it is bound to alarm Concubine Meng and the others when we go back. By then, they will all know the emperor's physical condition. I'm afraid the situation will be more severe, Prince. The dispute will become more intense and will only accelerate the emperor’s illness. What we can do at present is to help the emperor a lot of worries. The emperor’s body cannot be solved by medicine. What he needs is rest and relaxation, do you understand?"

  Looking at him tightening his lips, but no longer as nervous as before, he couldn't help but sighed and said, "If you have time, go to the palace and talk to him more."

"Mother, me too. I will often go to the palace to speak with Grandpa Emperor. I will deal with Grandpa Emperor. This is my best. And Grandpa Emperor loves me, and I feel better when I see him." Although Nan Nan was talking with Yu Bao'er, he could hear the movement here with dual purpose.

  Hearing what Yu Qingluo said, I was a little surprised.

  He never thought that the grandfather who just recognized him lovingly would not last a year...

  In Nan Nan's heart, the concept of life and death is already very clear.

  In the Mongol nationality, he had just experienced the change of a famous clan, and he felt terrified when he felt the death of the person who loved him again.

  "...En." Yu Qingluo hesitated. She was selfish. Although she still had a good impression of the emperor, Nan Nan was his son. She was very worried about whether she would become the thorn in the eyes of the imperial concubine Meng when she went south to the palace at this juncture.

  Just looking at his worried little face, still can't bear to refuse.

  Ye Xiu Duo slowly closed her eyes, lay on her back on a soft pillow, and did not speak for a long time.

  Yu Qingluo said, "Go back to the palace."

  The carriage started rolling again, heading all the way towards the Palace of Xiuwang. When it reached the gate, the housekeeper Hou had been there for a long time.

  As soon as the car stopped, people hurriedly waited for the masters to get out of the car.

  In Master Xiu, Ye Xiu alone no longer needs to pretend to be a seriously ill patient. Therefore, Yu Qingluo helped to enter the gate, and walked forward steadily.

  As soon as he entered the yard, he turned his head to look at the steward Yang on the side, and said, "Master Yu is also resting here today, and you have someone to clean up the house."

   "Yes." Butler Yang respectfully responded.

  Ye Xiu walked a few steps alone, then lowered her voice and asked, "Is Zi Qian in the house?"

  Butler Yang froze for a moment, and quickly realized who he was talking about, and he nodded immediately.

   "Master Biao is at the house." In the voice of Butler Yang, there was an inexplicable smile.

  Ye Xiu was stunned, and heard him continue to say, "I went to the mansion last night."

   "Last night?" Yu Qing was surprised, "You mean he just arrived in the imperial capital?"

  No, Meng Ziqian set off to the imperial capital alone on the day they met Yu Zuolin, in order to prevent Yu Zuolin from knowing his identity.

  But they delayed many days in the inn, and many more days in Xiujing Villa.

  Meng Ziqian was almost twenty days early for them, how could he... only arrived yesterday?

   "What's going on?" Ye Xiudu also frowned, very puzzled. <