But after Concubine Xian left, a figure slowly appeared in the corner of the east hall.

This person is Chun He who came to deliver cakes to Si Tu.

She didn't eavesdrop on purpose. She knew the stakes and naturally didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Had to hear this secret rotten in the stomach.

As the New Year is approaching, the entire Shangjing is bustling, except for the Anle Hall.

Since the death of the late emperor, Concubine Xian has been lingering on the bed, but she lost weight after not seeing each other for a few days.

The imperial physicians were helpless and could only hang them with ginseng tablets tonic, but it was useless.

Three days later, Concubine Xian passed away, and a funeral was held.

Si Tu knelt in front of the mourning hall, pretending to shed a few tears, and the concubines behind him burst into tears.

In fact, Concubine Xian was not on good terms with them.

It is only because of His Majesty's face today that came to offer condolences.

So ah, these warm and cold Si Tu in the palace are also watching.

Perhaps, going out of the palace is indeed a good choice for her.

"Tomorrow, the concubine will be buried. Sister, go to rest first. I'll be here tonight to keep the spirit alive."

The warmth fell on his shoulders, and a familiar but slightly tired voice came from his ear.

Si Quan wrapped her cool body with a cloak, and his tall figure tightly enveloped her within his protection.

"I'm fine. Your Majesty has to deal with state affairs tomorrow, so let me keep the spirit."

Si Tu tightened the cape on his shoulders, looking at the person in front of him with bloodshot eyes, feeling a little distressed.

Although Concubine Xian is not his biological mother, Siquan has regarded her as a relative all these years.

As for Concubine Xian's suspended animation, he couldn't be told.

So Si Tu chose to be tight-lipped, and told her in a letter in the future after she left.

Si Quan sighed, and gently arranged her loose hair,

"Since I ascended the throne, my sister seems to be a lot rusty with me."

The title Your Majesty should not have come out of her mouth.

He still prefers to be replaced by her as 'Little Six'.

Sound kind.

"Your Majesty is a king, and I am a minister, so I should abide by the law of etiquette."

Saying that, Si Tu bowed his hands to Si Quan and took a small step back.

As an emperor, he always likes to be respected, and Si Tu guessed that Siquan also had this mentality.

So of course keep your distance.

The soft hair in her hands fell into the air with her movements, and Si Quan looked at his empty palm in front of him.

For the first time, it seems that being the emperor is not a good thing.

"I'm the closest person in this world to my sister, so I don't need to obey any etiquette, it's fine as usual."

Siquan's Adam's apple rolled, and Jianmei couldn't help but wrinkle.

He couldn't see his sister being estranged from him, which was worse than killing him.

Si Quan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Si Tu.

"It's getting late, Your Majesty, go back to rest early, presumably the mother and concubine don't want to see you so tired."

Look at how considerate her sister is, for fear that he will be tired, she quickly reminds him to rest early.

But the authority does not think so.

He just thought that the elder sister didn't want to see him, and wanted to drive him away.

Immediately, he felt aggrieved, but he couldn't help it.

"I see, sister also rest early."

Si Quan's voice was deep, and his drooping eyes made it hard to see.

But Si Tu vaguely felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, and she couldn't tell what was wrong.

After these people left, Si Tu also stood up numbly.

This coffin was not pretending to be Concubine Xian at all, and the real Concubine Xian was probably outside Shangjing.

It's really hard for her to act in a play for so long.

After stretching, Situ went back from the path, lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Si Quan, who returned to the Taiji Temple, thought that Si Tu would be hungry in the middle of the night, so he asked Wei Nian to bring her a few plates of cakes.

Who would have thought that Wei Nianti slipped a food box into the air, and the whole mourning hall was gloomy, but there was no big living person.

"Do you mean to say that the elder sister is not in the mourning hall?"

Wei Nian spread his hands and nodded again and again,

"Yeah, even the white wax was taken away. It was empty inside, with nothing but a coffin."

It was dark in the middle of the night, and a gust of wind blew through the hall, almost not sending him away.

Si Quan looked at the untouched food box, frowned and fell into deep thought.

Leaving the night of the wake up, this doesn't seem like something my sister can do.

Unless there is something tricky he doesn't know about!

Siquan recruited the imperial doctor from the Taiyuan Hospital to diagnose Xian Fei, and every detail was not missed.

"It's really strange that the concubine's illness has come about. This is the first time that this old minister has been practicing medicine for decades."

"Yeah, even hanging with the best ginseng, it didn't get any better."

It stands to reason that this first-class supplement can just make up for the deficit in the toffee's body.

But the pulse didn't get any better, and it even got worse.

The imperial physicians informed Shiquan of the concubine's condition and waited for the final trial one by one.

have long heard that His Majesty and the imperial concubine are deeply in love with each other. If they were recruited in the middle of the night, wouldn't it be to settle accounts after the autumn?

"I know, you go down."

With a big wave of Si Quan's hand, the cold sweat on the foreheads of the imperial physicians stopped.

Really thrilling tonight.

The court ruled that Zhang Xiao was about to leave with his colleagues, but was called back by Si Quan.

The entire Tai Chi Hall was silent, even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard, and Zhang Xiao was even more beaten in his heart.

Regardless of Si Quan's age, Zhang Xiao didn't have the slightest disrespect in front of him.

Perhaps this is the legendary emperor's aura?

"Zhang Yuan judged whether there was a medicine that could keep people in a state of suspended animation, and then return to normal after three days."

He had only seen this kind of medicine in books before, and he really didn't know if it existed in this world.

"Your Majesty said that this is a fake death medicine, but this medicine is only spread in the rivers and lakes, and the old minister is not clear about it."

Like this kind of crooked medicine, how could their orthodox Chinese medicine understand it.

"In other words, even you can't deny the existence of this medicine?"

Not knowing doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

The rivers and lakes are so big, what new things are there?

Zhang Xiao nodded, not knowing what medicine was sold in Shaodi's gourd.

But he really couldn't deny the existence of suspended animation.

heard that the concubine De, who was brought back by the late emperor from Yongzhou, was the master of medicine Wanggu, and there was vague news about the medicine for suspended animation.

As for the truth or falsehood, Zhang Xiao did not dare to conclude, and naturally he did not dare to tell His Majesty about it.

On the way back by Si Quan, Zhang Xiaochang breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment he just nodded his head, the young emperor's face darkened, and he thought he was about to fall to the ground.

Simply a false alarm.

Three days later, Concubine Xian was buried in the Emperor's Mausoleum, beside the late Emperor.

In the night, a figure quickly passed through the imperial mausoleum and came to the coffin of Concubine Xian.

After careful confirmation, the dark guard quickly left and returned to the Taiji Hall, reporting the situation in the coffin to Siquan.