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Although Gu Jingyun's medical skills were not as good as Li Baolu's, he knew a little bit, and he could guess something wrong just by looking at the emperor's face. After thinking about it for a while, he realized that there are many ways to pretend in this world. You can pretend to be sick, and naturally you can pretend not to be sick.

Simple use of makeup is enough, not simple use of medicine.

And it takes medicine to pretend not to be sick, and that person is still the emperor...

Even Gu Jingyun, who has always been calm and calm, couldn't help but miss a beat in his heart.

"Xu Aiqing, what's wrong with my health, please tell me the truth."

Xu Yuan was kneeling on the ground, buried his head and said back: "Your Majesty is too worried, overworked, and the cold caused by the evil wind entering the body. In addition to taking medicine, you need to rest more, and then..."

This is already a cliché, the emperor smiled wryly, turned his head to Li Baolu who was sitting beside him and said, "Although the imperial physicians in the palace are highly skilled, they always refuse to tell me the truth, that's why I invite you into the palace through the mouth of the queen mother." come and see."

Li Baolu's heart shrank nervously, and she raised her eyes to look at the emperor, who looked at him with calm eyes and a smile at the corner of her mouth, as if she had already expected her body.

Li Baolu opened her mouth, unable to utter words of comfort.

The two monarchs and ministers looked at each other here, but Xu Yuanzheng, who was kneeling on the ground, was trembling with fright, buried his head on the ground and dared not lift it up.

In the past year, he has changed two principals, and he was newly promoted, but at this moment he is not happy at all.

When it comes to high-risk occupations, imperial medicine is not considered, but if there is a frail emperor or prince in the palace, then it is a proper high-risk occupation.

Because you may die with that noble master at any time, and even use the blood of their imperial physician and palace servants to pave the way before he dies.

It is already a happy thing for his former two colleagues to be demoted and retained, but I don’t know if he can still have this luck. It would be great if he could also be demoted...

The emperor ignored Xu Yuanzheng, who was trembling, and waved to Li Baolu with a smile: "Chunxi, can you come and check my pulse yourself?"

Li Baolu clenched her hands under the sleeves and controlled her eyes from looking at Gu Jingyun. She really wanted to smile, but found that she couldn't smile naturally, so she stood up with a sullen face and walked slowly towards the emperor.

Seeing his wife walking forward without even looking at him, Gu Jingyun couldn't help laughing.

Do you think that if you don't look at him, this matter has nothing to do with him?

His wife was too naive and cute. Gu Jingyun stood up with a slight smile, took two quick steps to her side, took her hand and walked to the dragon bed.

Li Baolu was so frightened that she almost shook off his hand, but Gu Jingyun tightened her hand slightly, then squeezed her little hand, turned her head and smiled softly at her: "Don't be afraid, your medical skills are naturally inferior to Doctor Xu's, as long as you try your best good."

The emperor sighed in his heart, but he couldn't help showing admiration in his eyes. What he loved was Gu Jingyun's calmness.

Li Baolu is not bad, but she still doesn't know how to hide her expression.

Sitting his wife on the chair beside the bed, Gu Jingyun personally handed the pulse pillow that Xu Yuanzheng had just put away to Baolu, smiled into her eyes, and nodded slightly.

Li Baolu's confused heart calmed down.

She felt that she was brave, and she had never been afraid of the late emperor and the present before, but just now when the emperor stared closely at her, Li Baolu felt a sense of fear.

Because she is no longer the person who could take Gu Jingyun far away three years ago. She and Gu Jingyun have too many ties in the capital.

It was only at this time that she could understand why those imperial doctors and ministers hid, not only because of the fear of losing her life, but also because of the fear of implicating her relatives.

But seeing Gu Jingyun's implicitly encouraging eyes, all the uncertainties in Li Baolu's heart disappeared.

She turned her head and smiled at the emperor, took the pulse pillow from Gu Jingyun's hand and placed it under the emperor's hand, then listened carefully with her eyes down.

After a while, she opened her eyes, looked at the emperor and asked softly, "When did Your Majesty sleep and wake up in the past few days, how peacefully did you sleep at night..."

After asking about the schedule, Li Baolu glanced at Xu Yuanzheng who was still kneeling on the ground, raised his eyes to look at the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, there is nothing wrong with Xu Yuanzheng's pulse case. Overworked and sick at home."

"Possibly a cure?" The emperor stared closely at Li Baolu's face.

Li Baolu sighed quietly, and then slowly shook her head after a while, "No!"

The stone that had been hanging on his heart suddenly fell down, and the emperor instantly had a feeling of "it really is".

Since the occasional cold last summer, his condition has been up and down.

Obviously he has been cured, and he feels that he can stop the medicine, but the imperial hospital's various tonics have not stopped. As long as he asks, all the doctors from the hospital to the little imperial doctor will say the same thing.

He has always followed the doctor's advice carefully, but even so, he will still get sick if the weather changes.

He was also often sick when he was in the residence. Except for his "professional illness", the rest of the time when he was sick was either out of anger or because of the change of seasons.

But now, I get sick from eating a little cold, sweating, wind, and even an extra piece of ice in the room.

And no matter how much medicine he drank, he could clearly feel that his body was getting weak all the time. At first, he wondered if someone had poisoned him, but after carefully observing the imperial physicians, the emperor knew what was going on. up.

I'm afraid his body is already bad, right?

It's a pity that the imperial doctors didn't dare to tell him clearly until the end, they could only prevaricate him with those pulse cases, but the wind-cold can be mild or severe, there is a big difference between a person who can be cured and a person who will die, but it's useless for him to ask carefully, they all pay attention to it I persuaded him to take care of his body, pay attention to rest, and he may recover if he takes good care of him...

All are plausible words.

He really wanted to live, and wanted to make another great achievement, but he was also aware of his physical condition. Before he ascended the throne, he just wanted to survive until his father died, so that he could keep the throne and leave it to Youan.

And after he ascended the throne, he only wanted to live longer and give Andan more time to prepare. He was mentally prepared, but no one would believe him. No imperial doctor in the imperial hospital would believe that an emperor like him could face death calmly, so no one dared to tell him the truth.

God knows that the emperor is about to die of anger, he just wants to know how long he can live, and then discuss with them how to extend the time, and then discuss with his son and ministers, he is hurrying to arrange the court situation and is busy To die, it is still possible to spare some more time to die calmly and comfortably.

He has to know his own time to make plans and arrangements, but it's a pity that no matter how intimidating he is, it's useless. Everyone is afraid that telling the truth will involve their relatives.

If he hadn't been soft-hearted, he really wanted to kill these imperial doctors.

Fighting wits and bravery with the imperial physicians, making ins and outs for nearly a year, changing three principals, and finally got the answer from Li Baolu.

The emperor is heartbroken. If he had changed his father, he would have cut off all these imperial doctors. How could he be afraid that they would not tell the truth?

The emperor sighed faintly, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and asked, "Then how long can I live?"

Li Baolu frowned in thought, and looked at Xu Yuanzheng.

The emperor frowned slightly, "Chunxi, what do you think he is doing, just answer me."

Li Baolu pondered for a while, organized his words and said: "Your Majesty, the lifespan of a person is a very mysterious and uncertain thing. It is not only affected by the physical condition, but also the environment, and even the psychology can affect it."

"There are two people, both of whom are poor, their bodies are riddled with holes, and their lifespan is not long. At this time, one is poor and the other is rich. The rich recuperates his body every day, supplements nutrition, and heals with medicine and stones; the poor eats chaff and swallows vegetables, Tired every day, who do you think will live longer?"

The emperor is helpless, he is not a child, how can she use fables to comfort him? But he still said: "The rich."

"Of course," Li Baolu said again: "But if the newly rich are discouraged and think that their lives will not be long, they spend their days on birthdays. They are full of fish and meat every day, pessimistic and at a loss, while the poor are still eating bran and swallowing vegetables. But he is no longer as tired as in the past, instead, he is determined to survive the past, happy in body and mind every day, optimistic and cheerful, which of the two of them, Your Majesty thinks, will live longer?"

The emperor was slightly surprised, lowered his head and pondered for a while and said, "The rich?"

"What does Yuan Zheng think?" Li Baolu looked at the person kneeling on the ground.

Xu Yuanzheng was drenched in cold sweat early on, when he heard the words, he kowtowed and said, "The poor live longer than the rich."

These two are real cases, which happened at different times in the same place. The doctors who saw them at that time recorded it. When people read it later, they found it very valuable for research, so they were recorded in "Xinglin Fun Stories". They studied medicine Most people have read this book. It records many similar incomprehensible cases and intractable diseases.

Xu Yuanzheng knew that Li Baolu asked him at this time to plead for him in front of the emperor, so he thought for a while and said: "It is also because of this that it is very important for a doctor to be more determined. Open-minded, strong-willed, optimistic people live longer and are more likely to recover from illness."

Li Baolu nodded, "People who are terminally ill know that they are going to die, so they can relax their minds, have no worries, and have fun every day but heal without medicine. So Your Majesty asked me how long I can live, I am not sure, because you have not yet to the end."

Xu Yuanzheng almost cried aloud, that's the reason, although His Majesty's body is riddled with wounds, it can't be cured, but he hasn't reached the last step yet.

Their imperial doctors usually only dare to notify the emperor in the last two or three months, and the longest will not exceed half a year, because the human body can adjust itself, and it is not predictable from poisoning or old age. There are too many elements.

If he said that the emperor could live for another year, but the emperor collapsed in less than three months, then whose fault would it be?

And if the emperor is tenacious and self-reliant, he accidentally lives two or three years longer, will he turn around and come to him to settle accounts?

So it's not that they are unwilling to tell the truth to the emperor, but that they have no truth to tell.

A companion is like a tiger, and they don't have the love of Gu Jingyun and Li Baolu. They can say some things, but they, the imperial doctors, dare not say a word.

Sure enough, only a doctor can understand the suffering of a doctor. Xu Yuan was looking at Li Baolu almost with tears in his eyes.