Imperial City Siwensiyuan.

Dongming was diagnosed with Meng Dong's pulse, his brows frowned slightly, and he remained silent for a long time.

Seeing this, Kaiyang asked worriedly: "Senior Dongming, how is Brother Meng's situation?"

Tomiya was not in a hurry to speak. After a while, he withdrew his hand. He sorted out his sleeves to take a pulse and said in a deep voice: "This is a problem with the fetal belt. It can only be cured and cannot be cured."

Kaiyang was still surprised, but Meng Dong smiled and recognized Dongming's judgment: "What the predecessor said is that he has been weak and sick since childhood. The elders in the family have hired many famous doctors, and they are also diagnosed in this way."

While Meng Dong was speaking, Dongming was writing prescriptions. After Meng Dong finished speaking, he looked up at Kaiyang. At this time, Dongming happened to write the prescriptions. He casually said that Meng Dong: "I have prescribed some anti-cough and anti-asthma medicines for you to relieve coughing pain. In addition, there are some internal medicines that can relieve your condition."

Meng Dong hurriedly stood up and saluted and thanked him: "Thank you, senior."

He waved his hand clearly: "No need to be polite."

As he said that, he stood up and looked at the sky outside, glanced at Kaiyang, and told Meng Dong: "This disease consumes qi and blood over the years, and may not live long. You should take care of yourself."

Kaiyang was shocked when he heard this.

Meng Dong noticed Kaiyang's strangeness and looked at Kaiyang. Then he smiled calmly and replied: "Life and death are fate."

"Young man is rare to be so open-minded." Dongming nodded, with admiration on his face, and he left with his hands behind his back.

As soon as he left, Kaiyang immediately looked at Meng Dong, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Meng Dong smiled and said, "Send me out first. I'm a little uncomfortable here."

Kaiyang nodded quickly and helped Meng Dong walk out.

When he arrived at the door, Kaiyang sent Meng Dong to the carriage, but he was still worried and comforted him with kind words: "Brother Meng, Senior Dongming has always planned to be the worst case. Some words are inevitably serious, so you don't have to take them seriously. As long as you follow the prescription, you will definitely get better."

Meng Dong smiled gently and said, "You don't have to worry. I don't think it's important to live long or not. What's important is to make a journey in the world. No matter what, it's a great blessing to know you."

Kaiyang was stunned, his face turned red, and he lowered his head shyly.

Meng Dong smiled slightly and ordered the coachman: "Let's go."

The carriage slowly started, and Meng Dong nodded gently to Kaiyang: "I'll leave first, see you tomorrow."

The car drove past Kaiyang, who stood there, watching Meng Dong's carriage leave, his face constantly changing, sometimes shy and sometimes worried, thought for a while, gritted his teeth, turned around and walked back.

After entering Beidoushi, Dongming had returned to Huxin Pavilion to continue to taste tea and read books.

Kaiyang hurried into the pavilion. Before she could ask questions, Dongming had already put down the book, looked at Kaiyang calmly, and pointed to the stone bench: "Sit!"

Kaiyang was stunned and sat down obediently.

Dongming glanced at Kaiyang and said in a deep voice: "Are you here to ask Meng Dong's condition?"

Kaiyang looked at Dongming and nodded.

Dongming sighed: "He is very sick, and it is God's favor to survive until now."

As he said that, he looked up at Kaiyang who was stunned and continued, "He is currently in a stable condition. If he can strictly follow the prescription and medication, if nothing unexpected happens, it may be possible to live for another ten or eight years."

"Ten years and eight years?" Kaiyang was stunned.

Dongmei sighed again: "This... is the best situation."

"Even Senior Dongming can't help?" Kaiyang asked unwillingly.

Dongming shook his head gently and said no more...

Ten years and eight years... Kaiyang's face was pale, his heart was as painful as he could, and he had no interest in speaking for a moment.

After a while, Dongming glanced at Kaiyang deeply and suddenly asked, "Do you like him?"

Kaiyang was shocked and shook his head in a hurry: "No, no, I..."

Dongming didn't ask any more questions and changed the topic: "How long have you known him?"

Kaiyang breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly: "Not long ago, the puppet spider I designed was too clumsy. I made some improvements and went to the Craftsman Street to order some required parts from the Craftsman. Many Craftsman couldn't make it, so I recommended him to me. It was only then that I knew that this person was very skilled, so I recommended him to you last time..."

Dongming nodded: "So that's it. Alas! It's so jealous of talent."

Such people have seen several people in their lifetime, all of whom are outstanding in their respective fields. But the more outstanding people are, the more they are, the more they suffer. It seems that God is also jealous of their talents, which makes people sigh.

"Senior, auspicious people have their own appearance. I think the world is so big, with countless strange people, maybe... Maybe someone will be able to cure his illness at any time." At this time, Kaiyang seemed unwilling to give up, and seemed to be comforting himself.

Dongmei glanced at her, but did not expose it. She just smiled faintly and nodded, "I hope this is the case."

Kaiyang fell silent and knew in his heart that even the senior in front of him had no choice, so there was really nothing he could do.

She was silent for a while, and suddenly heard Dong Ai ask, "I have sent someone to investigate his situation when he is recruited to join the Beidou Division. Once there is no problem, he can officially join my Beidou Division."

Kaiyang came to his senses and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, senior!"

Dongming nodded and looked down at the book.

Seeing this, Kaiyang stopped waiting for a long time, and stood up and bowed to say goodbye: "I will leave!"

...

Yanfu Palace

Liu E was dressing in front of the mirror. Emperor Zhao Heng saw her tie her hair bun, walked behind her, picked up a bead flower from the table, helped her to wear it on the bun, and held her shoulders and looked into the mirror.

The two in the mirror are no longer young, but at their age, they don’t value their appearance so much. The couple are full of eyebrows and eyes, looking at each other from the mirror, affectionately.

After a while, Liu E sighed softly and pressed her hand on the back of her hand that Zhao Heng put on her shoulder.

"Official family, I'm old!"

Zhao Heng shook his head gently and pressed it against her cheek: "No! You are as beautiful as when I first met you."

Liu E tilted her head gently, put her cheek on the hands of the two people, smelling the familiar smell on the man's body, and narrowed her eyes intoxicatedly.

If you can keep doing this, just get old!

Zhao Heng looked at her, and after a while, he sighed softly: "I have suffered you for so many years after following me."

Liu E opened her eyes and stared at Zhao Heng in the mirror affectionately: "A fool, accompany the king, you are the imperial concubine. How many women can't cultivate it? Why are you suffering?"

Zhao Heng sighed: "But I know you don't care about these things. Over the years, you have suffered countless grievances. Now, I want you to be my queen, but all officials still come to interfere in my family affairs, which makes your enthronement ceremony only hold in the evening, and in this palace, silently."

Liu E sat upright, turned slowly, looked up at the emperor, and said seriously: "I, Liu E, what I want to do is your Zhao Heng's wife. Do you need them to come and greet you? This is our family matter!"

Zhao Heng looked at Liu E, smiled with relief, and nodded slowly and vigorously: "Well! This is our own business!"

Liu E stood up and leaned into Zhao Heng's arms. The two of them snuggled for a while and said softly: "There are no officials to congratulate us, but our fireworks. There are many skilled craftsmen in Beidou Division. A few days ago, they said that they would create an unprecedented firework. As our celebration gift, I am looking forward to it."

Zhao Heng chuckled: "Well! Instead of looking at the bitter faces of all civil and military officials, I am also looking forward to that firework!"
Chapter completed!