Chapter 882 Son and Daughter-in-law
"How could my sister be short of money? She just took out 30,000 taels to buy the Fufeng Restaurant." Yan Bojian said, "I have a lot of pocket money just by drinking soup with my sister."Yan Cheng lowered his voice and asked his daughter again: "Why do you want to make so much money?"
"Business on East Third Street is doing well now. The people I hired to work here are all from poor families. I do want to make a lot of money, and I also want to do my best to lead my fellow villagers to live a good life. The main problem is that when we lived in Baozhuang Village, food and clothing became a problem." Yan Funing pursed her lips, "Dad, have I embarrassed you by doing business?"
Of course, she has more important purposes for making money, but it’s better not to tell you at this moment.
"How could that be?" Yan Cheng caressed his little daughter's head lovingly. "That's why I asked. I thought you were short of money."
"I'm not short of money, I'm just afraid of having no money." 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 taken to the emperor's bedroom by the eunuch.
The emperor had just taken medicine under the care of the imperial physician. When he saw him coming, he sighed and said, "I am old, and I am useless when the weather gets cold."
If someone else came to the palace, he would not see the other person during the time of taking medicine.
But Fu Ciyi is different. As the chief minister of the cabinet, he will need to assist the new emperor in the future.
There is nothing that he cannot know.
Fu Ciyi bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty is in good health. It is common for everyone to catch a cold in cold weather."
"Yes." The emperor nodded and asked him slowly, "It's still a day off today. What urgent matter do you have?"
"It's not an urgent matter. I have something I want to tell the emperor."
"What's the matter?"
The emperor raised his hand, and the eunuch brought a stool and asked Fu Ciyi to sit down.
Fu Ciyi clasped his fists in thanks, lifted his robe and sat down: "Prince Jin moved out the concubine and asked us to move from the Fu family to the Prince 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 I, my brothers and sisters, did not recognize him. I want to go back and find out the truth about the fire."
"We should investigate." The emperor smiled, "You are becoming more and more sensible. You know to tell me about this."
Fu Ciyi said bluntly: "I am afraid that Your Majesty will think that I have sided with the Prince of Jin and lost my position as Prime Minister."
"You are telling the truth." The emperor laughed again, "Why didn't your young wife come with you?"
"It's cold, so leave her at home."
The emperor suddenly stopped smiling and said, "I'm afraid I don't have much time left."
The imperial physician and Eunuch Song called out in unison: "Your Majesty..."
The emperor waved his hands and said weakly to Fu Ciyi: "Your young lady is a good doctor. When can you ask her to come and take my pulse? I want to live a few more years. Long live my life? It's all empty talk."
"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 hesitated and asked, "What about the Crown Prince?"
"He probably already knows." The emperor sighed, "Although he is still under house arrest, 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 me that we are moving to the palace?"
"I told you, the emperor wants you to take his pulse." Fu Ciyi said softly, "Come with me into the palace."
"But I didn't bring my medicine box."
"No problem, take my pulse." "Okay."
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 Your Majesty take a rest?" Fu Ciyi asked Eunuch Song.
"No matter how much you persuade me, it's useless." Eunuch Song had no choice but to add more charcoal to the charcoal basin to prevent the emperor from getting cold.
The emperor laughed and said, "I rested all day yesterday. If I rest again today, the memorials will pile up like a mountain. This is the fate of not having a biological heir. I don't feel at ease no matter who I let govern the country."
He has to personally handle all national affairs, big or small.
After that, he waved to Yan Funing and said, "Come, take my pulse and tell me how many days I have left to live."
Yan Funing trembled when she heard this: "Your Majesty, I dare not say anything nonsense."
This is how taking the pulse is done.
Fu Ciyi said quickly: "My wife is still young and her experience is far inferior to that of the imperial physician. If I have said anything wrong, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
"Not guilty." The emperor put his hand on the imperial desk and smiled lovingly at Yan Funing, "I will not take your life."
Only then did Yan Funing step forward.
Eunuch Song covered the emperor's wrist with a handkerchief, brought a round stool, and asked Yan Funing to sit down and take his pulse.
Yan Funing nodded in greeting, sat down gently, and placed her fingers on the emperor's pulse.
"It's cold, and the emperor's pulse is indeed weak. It's essentially because he took too many medicines in the early years. The types of medicines he took were probably quite complicated, but in fact they were not beneficial to the human body. He took too much and his body was seriously damaged. Until now..."
The emperor smiled faintly, "You are right. I have not only taken medicines that ordinary people have never taken, but also taken a lot of so-called panaceas. As I get older and the weather gets cold, the side effects will appear."
"That 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 predictions like this before. I don't know how to make predictions at all." Yan Fu's eyes immediately became watery, and she pursed her lips and said, "I think the imperial physician has written a prescription. Can I take a look?"
The emperor understood what she meant when he saw her expression and raised his finger.
Eunuch Song gave the prescription to Yan Funing to read.
Yan Funing frowned and thought, then pointed at two of the herbs: "If we replace these two herbs with warm herbs, the effect will be good." She picked up a pen and wrote down the two herbs on a piece of paper, "Let the imperial physician take a look and then make a decision."
The emperor nodded and asked with a smile: "Young lady from the Fu family, I once interfered with you and your wife. Do you hate me? Do you want me to live longer?"
"No, I originally planned to divorce him, but I never thought he would really fall in love with me." Yan Funing said with a smile, frankly, "The longer the emperor lives, the better, because the emperor appreciates my husband's talent and made him the chief minister of the cabinet."
"He is a man who knows the big picture." The emperor nodded repeatedly, "Sometimes I really envy Long Yi for giving birth to a man as talented as you, Fu Ciyi; sometimes I also envy Yan Cheng for giving birth to a daughter who is so tenacious."
After chatting for a while, Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing left the imperial study.
Seeing the emperor watching them leave, Eunuch Song lowered his voice and asked, "Your Majesty really wants a son and daughter-in-law like this, right?"
The emperor smiled, pointed to his forehead, and sighed deeply.
When he saw the tears in the eyes of the young lady from the Fu family just now, he knew that he didn't have much time left.
She refused to say it because she was afraid that he would think too much.
In terms of talent and learning, no one among the royal children can match Long Wenyu.
But who says Long Wenyu is the son of Long Yi?
He couldn't get past this hurdle, and he couldn't get past the royal family either.
Thanks to Baozi for the reward: Qingmu Jin!
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