Chapter 882 Son and Daughter-in-law
"How could my sister be short of money, so she just spent thirty thousand taels to buy Fu Feng Restaurant." Yan Bo said simply, "I drank some soup with my sister, and we both have a lot of private money."
Yan Xuan lowered his voice and asked his daughter again: "Then why do you want to make so much money?"
"The business on East Third Street is doing pretty well now. The people I hire to work are all from poor families. I do have the idea of making a lot of money, and I also want to do my best to lead a good life with the folks. I mainly live in Baozhuang Village. At that time, food and clothing were all problems." Yan Funing pursed her lips, "Dad, am I embarrassing you by doing business?"
Of course, she has a more important purpose for making money, so it’s better not to mention it at the moment.
"How could it be?" Yan Xuan fondly stroked the top of her little daughter's hair, "As a father, I just asked you this, and I thought you were short of money."
"I'm not short of money, I'm just afraid of not having it." Yan Funing smiled harmlessly.
Everyone chatted for a while, some went to the flower hall to drink tea, and some went back to their rooms to rest.
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The palace at this moment.
Fu Ciyi was led to the emperor's palace by the chamberlain.
The emperor had just taken medicine under the service of the imperial physician. When he saw him coming, he sighed: "I am old, and it will be useless when the weather gets cold."
If someone else came into the palace, he would not see him at the time of taking medicine.
But Fu Ciyi is different. As the chief minister of the cabinet, this son will need to assist the new emperor in the future.
There is no situation that cannot be known to him.
Fu Ciyi cupped his hands in greeting: "Your Majesty is in good health. Cold weather is a common occurrence for everyone."
"Yes." The emperor nodded and asked him slowly, "I still have a rest today. What's the urgent matter for you?"
"It's not an urgent matter. I have something to inform the emperor."
"What's the matter?"
The emperor raised his hand, and the young eunuch brought a stool for Fu Ciyi to sit down.
Fu Ciyi clasped his fists in thanks, raised his robe and sat down: "The King of Jin moved out the concubine and asked us to move from the Fu family to the Prince of Jin's Mansion."
"It is indeed a big deal. Do you agree to recognize Long Yi?" the emperor asked with a smile.
"My mother and our three siblings did not recognize him. I want to go back and find out the truth about the fire."
"It's time to investigate." The emperor smiled, "You are becoming more and more sensible, and you know that you should tell me about this matter."
Fu Ciyi said bluntly: "I am not afraid that Your Majesty will think that I am on the same side with the King of Jin, and I will lose my position as chief assistant."
"Tell the truth." The emperor smiled again, "Why didn't your little lady come with you?"
"When it's cold, let her stay at home."
The emperor suddenly smiled: "I'm afraid my time is running out."
The imperial doctor and Song Gonggong called together: "Your Majesty..."
The emperor waved his hand and weakly said to Fu Ciyi: "Your little lady has good medical skills. Please let her come and take my pulse when. I want to live for a few more years. Long live, long live, long live. Empty words.”
"I will go back now and bring her here." Fu Ciyi stood up.
The emperor warned: "Few people know about my current physical condition, so it is not appropriate to make it public."
Fu Ciyi pondered and asked: "Where is the prince?"
"You probably already know." The emperor sighed, "Although he is still under confinement, he is well-informed."
Fu Ciyi suppressed the question of who the emperor wanted to succeed him and backed away.
More than half an hour later, he returned to Yan's house.
Yan Funing saw him coming back and asked, "Did you tell us that we were moving to the palace?"
"As I said, the emperor wants you to take a pulse." Fu Ciyi said softly, "You come with me to the palace."
"But I didn't bring a medicine kit."
"It doesn't matter, just take your pulse." "That's fine."
Yan Funing followed Fu Ciyi into the palace.
When the couple arrived, the emperor was already busy reviewing memorials in the imperial study.
"Why doesn't the emperor take more rest?" Fu Ciyi asked Eunuch Song.
"No amount of persuasion was of any use." Song Eunuch had no choice but to add charcoal fire to the charcoal basin to prevent the emperor from freezing.
The emperor smiled and said: "I rested all day yesterday, and if I rest today, I will pile up a mountain of memorials. This is what happens if you have no biological heirs. I don't worry about whoever oversees the country."
He has to do all the big and small affairs of the country personally.
After that, he waved to Yan Funing: "Come, take my pulse and tell me how many days you have left to live?"
When Yan Funing heard this, she trembled: "Your Majesty, I dare not speak nonsense."
It's actually such a matter of feeling the pulse.
Fu Ciyi said quickly: "After all, my wife is young and her qualifications are far less than those of the imperial doctors. If I made any mistakes, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
"Not guilty." The emperor put his hand on the imperial case and smiled lovingly at Yan Funing, "I will not kill you and your wife."
Only then did Yan Funing step forward.
Eunuch Song put a veil on the emperor's wrist, brought a round stool, raised his hand and asked Yan Funing to sit down and take his pulse.
Yan Funing nodded in greeting, sat down gently, and placed her finger on the emperor's pulse.
"It's cold, and the emperor's pulse is indeed weak. It's essentially caused by taking too many medicines in the early years. The types of medicines taken are probably a bit complicated, but in fact they are not beneficial to the human body. If you take too much, your body will be severely depleted. Until now..."< br>
The emperor smiled lightly: "You are really right. I not only took medicines that ordinary people have never taken, but also took many so-called panaceas. As I get older, the side effects will appear when the weather gets cold."
"This is indeed the case. Your Majesty should keep warm."
"Just tell me, how many years can I live?"
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I have no experience in making such predictions in the past, and I don't know how to make predictions at all." Yan Funing's eyes immediately became watery, and she pursed her lips and said, "I think the imperial doctor has prescribed a medicine, can I take a look?"< br>
The emperor understood when he saw her expression and raised his finger.
Eunuch Song then showed the prescription to Yan Funing.
Yan Funing frowned and thought, pointing to two of the medicines: "Replace these two medicines with warm medicines, the effect should be good." She picked up a pen and wrote the two medicines on the paper, "Let the imperial doctor take a look, and then we can do it again Decision.”
The emperor nodded and asked with a smile: "Young lady of the Fu family, I once made trouble for you and your wife. Do you hate me? Do you want me to live longer?"
"I don't hate him. I originally planned to make peace with him, but I didn't expect that he really fell in love with me." Yan Funing said with a smile, and said frankly, "The longer the emperor lives, the better, because the emperor appreciates my husband's talent and learning, so let He became the chief minister of the cabinet.”
"He is a general person." The emperor nodded repeatedly, "Sometimes I really envy Long Yi, who can give birth to a talented person like you, Fu Ciyi; sometimes I also envy Yan Xun, because the daughter he gave birth to is extremely tough."
After chatting for a while, Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing left the imperial study.
When Eunuch Song saw the emperor watching them leave, he asked in a low voice: "The emperor really wants a son and daughter-in-law like this, right?"
The emperor smiled, pointed at his forehead, and sighed.
Just now, the little lady of the Fu family had tears in her eyes, and he knew that he didn't have many days left.
She refused to say it because she was afraid that he would think nonsense.
In terms of talent and learning, none of the royal children can match Long Wenyu.
But who said Long Wenyu was the son of Long Yi?
He couldn't pass this level here, and it was even harder for the clan to pass it.
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