A trace of fish belly gradually appeared in the sky. Yinzhen put down the fold in his hand, and then he felt that the shoulders and backs were sore that they were no longer as painful as his own body.

The entire back of the neck was stiff.

He knew that he must have been overworked, but what can he do if he didn't overdo it?

Although Aqina and Sethhei were dead, there were many people in the court who were angry about the two princes of the previous dynasty.

Until today, many people still believe that the throne of the Eight Wise Kings should be the Eight Wise Kings.

It was Prince Yong who got the right time, place and people, and he picked up a big advantage, and then he took the position of the Supreme Lord of Jiuwu.

He cleaned up the government and cleared up the shortcomings, began to change the policy of land return to the current situation, implemented the Baojia system and the farming method - these measures were something he did not dare to relax for a moment and strived to promote.

Yinzhen wants all the people in the world to see: he can still keep the peace and stability even if he can take over it.

There was a quiet sound in the warm pavilion. I don’t know how many times the maid who was guarding the house came out and came to the door of Wansui Bookstore to report in a quiet voice.

Su Peisheng came in and reposted it again - the Imperial Concubine was sleeping very well and looked very stable.

The popularity has also faded a little.

Yinzhen nodded while listening, and saw Su Peisheng looking at him with concern: "Long live..."

He knew what Su Peisheng wanted to say: it was nothing more than asking him not to stay up late and should pay attention to rest.

Even before dawn, it would be good to sleep for an hour at least.

Yinzhen waved his hand, stood up and prepared to go over to see Ning Ying in person. Who knew that he would get up and stagger slightly when he stood there.

He reached out and pressed his forehead, waiting for a while to faint, and then he was about to go forward as if nothing had happened, but he saw Su Peisheng's face turned pale with nervousness: "Long live!"

"Don't make a fuss." Yinzhen looked at him as if he wanted to say "The Imperial Doctor" and then glanced at him.

With just one look, Su Peisheng lowered his head.

He lowered his head, not knowing what it felt like.

Not to mention that the emperor is working hard every day, he is thinking about some government decisions - this is a waste of effort.

Even if you are not busy with these things, if you stay up late at any time, after a few years of staying up, your health will definitely not be better.

"Get my pills." Yinzhen walked towards Ning Ying's warm pavilion. He had just walked a few steps and stopped again. As if he had remembered something, he stood in the hall and turned around and ordered Su Peisheng.

Su Peisheng immediately turned around and used a color to the apprentice behind him. The little eunuch turned around and ran away.

After a while, the pill was sent over - placed in a small exquisite porcelain bottle, which depicted the patterns of mountains and seas, and was filled with the wind of a fairy.

Su Peisheng had already poured the water with his own hands.

Yinzhen took the teacup, raised his head and swallowed the pill.

The elixir is actually not small, but it is round and slippery. It is wrapped in a layer of honey coat, so it is easy to swallow it.

Su Peisheng stood beside him, and after watching Wansui swallow the pill, he gradually showed a look of comfort on his face. He waved his hand slowly and reminded him: "You should not speak to the imperial concubine in this matter."

Su Peisheng quickly bowed and agreed.

...

After resting for a while, Yinzhen walked into the cabinet and saw that Ning Ying was awake, frowned slightly, rubbing her eyes with her hands.

It seems that I just woke up.

He lifted the corner of his clothes, sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hands and held her hands and said, "Is it better?"

After saying that, Yinzhen bent down and touched Ning Ying with his forehead.

The hot touch on her skin has indeed subsided a lot, not as hot as when she was just sick, and the blood in her eyes has disappeared.

Yinzhen felt much more relieved, and the servant was whispering outside again, "Would you bring the medicine and breakfast in now and serve the imperial concubine?"

He responded and saw Ting'er come in with three or four maids holding trays.

"I'm here, you guys go back." Yinzhen reached out and signaled Ting'er to give him the medicine bowl.

He held the medicine bowl with one hand and stuffed a mat behind Ning Ying with the other: "I feed you."

Ning Ying sat up obediently - after sitting up, she felt that her condition had indeed improved a lot. Not only did she become lighter, but her strength was restored, and the feeling of nausea and vomiting in her chest was gone.

Yinzhen scooped up a spoonful of medicine juice and blew it gently, then he delivered the spoon to the mouth of the person in front of him.

Seeing Ning Ying lower her eyes obediently, her long eyelashes covered her beautiful cheeks, covering a shadow, Yinzhen was about to say "drink slowly", when he saw Ning Ying raise her eyes and stare at him, whispering: "Is the emperor taking pills?"

She asked bluntly and unexpectedly. Yinzhen's brows moved slightly, and he realized that he must have been standing in the hall just now and asked Su Peisheng to have a slightly higher voice.

It happened that Ying'er had just woken up again, so she probably heard it.

"I didn't want you to know." Yinzhen smiled bitterly, raised his slender fingers, and gently wiped a trace of medicine stains on the corner of Ning Ying's mouth.

He paused, then reached out and pinched her cheek again, and said softly: "If someone else had changed to someone else, Su Peisheng had heard what I told me, he would definitely pretend not to hear it."

Ning Ying turned her face slightly, broke free from his hands, and then she whispered: "But the emperor has always been as wise as a torch. Even if I hear it, I can't hide it."

Yinzhen stared at her for a while, turned his gaze away, and said softly: "I have a clear idea, don't worry."

Ting'er was at the door and heard the conversation, and she felt a cold sweat in her palm.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid that just this sentence would make the emperor embarrassed and angry.

In the warm pavilion, there was a moment of silence.

Ning Ying thought of the history she had read before traveling through time: about the cause of Emperor Yongzheng's death - there are many statements that it is related to elixirs.

After all, many of the elixirs at this time contained a large amount of lead, mercury, silver, and sulfur.

Not to mention eating it every day, even if you eat it for a few weeks, it will cause irreversible harm to the body.

And Yongzheng in history, it is said that since he firmly took up the throne, he has never stopped pursuing magic medicine.

Not only did he recruit all kinds of talented people to enter the Old Summer Palace and practice elixirs, he also ordered the Ministry of Internal Affairs to directly pull thousands of kilograms of firewood, coal and silver minerals into the Old Summer Palace.

However, Ning Ying vaguely remembers that history records: since the seventh year of Yongzheng, Yinzhen suffered from a serious illness and recovered from the illness, he began to truly feel fear and awe of death.

From then on, he studied the magic pills that could live long and became completely obsessed with alchemy.

But now, it is still only the fourth year of Yongzheng.

Is this the beginning?

"Actually, the emperor also felt that this pill might have many disadvantages. Otherwise, he would not have specifically told Su Peisheng not to tell me, right?"

Ning Ying pulled his sleeve, reached out to hold Yinzhen's hand, and raised her head to look at him.

Her expression became serious.
Chapter completed!