Chapter 887: There Has Never Been a Crown Prince

Just when everyone was uneasy, Fourth Master said coldly: "No matter what, Brother Fifth's illness, you still have to treat it, even if the medicinal materials are precious, you must continue to treat him."

His voice was cold and domineering, revealing an irresistible majesty.

"Yes yes yes..." Imperial Physician Feng responded several times.

After hearing this, Nian's crying became quieter, but he still sobbed intermittently.

Immediately afterwards, fourth master lifted the brocade quilt and took a closer look at fifth elder brother.

Then, he stood in front of the bed with his hands behind his back, raised his head and closed his eyes heavily.

After being silent for a while, he didn't stay long, and took his servants out to do some business.

Not long after fourth master left, the Li family also left.

Ruoyin, as a concubine Fujin, naturally had to explain some things to everyone.

By the time this end was dealt with, the guests of Xinghuachun Pavilion had already brought their children back.

Fortunately, the people invited are all reasonable people.

Knowing that there was a difficult situation in the house, he didn't say much, instead he said a few words of concern.

After returning to the Xinghuachun Pavilion, Banmei handed Ruoyin a bowl of ginger soup, and whispered: "Fu Jin, this servant is looking at fifth elder brother, it's really going to die."

Ruoyin blew on the ginger soup, took a sip, and gave a faint "Yeah", "Since so many famous doctors can't cure him, maybe he is really lucky."

"Thinking about it, it happened a while ago. The fifth elder brother is so sick that even if he hangs himself with medicine, he won't live long. It's better to be earlier..." Banmei said, pausing slightly , "Maybe you can suffer less, otherwise it will be a kind of torture for adults and children."

Ruoyin blinked, didn't speak, just drank ginger soup one mouthful after another.

Three days later, at night, just as Banmei guessed, the fifth elder brother passed away.

He was only three months old, so he couldn't have a funeral, so he could only be buried quietly.

Ruoyin took a few people from the backyard to Yanyu Tower to comfort Nianshi.

But Nian threw himself beside the bed, unable to listen to anything.

Her whole body was crying and trembling, as if she had lost such a precious thing.

A pair of beautiful phoenix eyes were also full of tears, which kept falling like broken beads.

However, after the fourth master arranged the burial of the fifth elder brother in Yanyu Building, he went back to Wanfang Anhe and never came out again.

It was not until half a month after the fifth elder brother passed away that the fourth master left Wanfang Anhe and entered the palace.

Because Kangxi was seriously injured and fell off his horse during his personal conquest.

Fortunately, Wuge was not chaotic in the face of danger, rescued Kangxi and sent him to a safe place.

It's just that the climate and environment at the border are harsh, and the precious medicinal materials and good imperial physicians are still in the capital.

Therefore, Kangxi returned to Beijing to treat his injuries.

Probably because of his trust in Wuge, he specially asked Wuge to escort him all the way back to Beijing.

Returning to Beijing with Kangxi was Prince Yu Fuquan.

Fuquan was injured more seriously than Kangxi, and once fell into a coma.

Thanks to the treatment by the imperial doctor after returning to Beijing, he got slightly better.

This man has the title of General Fuyuan, who once fought against Galdan with Kangxi, and led his troops to win many battles.

However, this time the crusade against Cewang Allah Butan caused the two brothers, who had been in battle for a long time, to stumble.

It is enough to see the danger of this war.

At this moment, outside the Qianqing Palace, the brothers are all kneeling under the steps.

The reason is to take a look at Kangxi.

But a proud emperor like Kangxi, even if he was sick, didn't want people around to watch him.

Not to mention the outside world.

After all, the emperor was ill in bed at that time, if it spread, the Qing Dynasty would be in chaos.

It is impossible for ordinary people to worry about whether the world will change hands while facing the panic of border wars.

So at this moment, Kangxi was leaning on the big bed painted with gold and carved dragons.

His chest was wrapped with thick gauze.

The gauze was very white and looked like it had just been put on.

But the heart was stained with bright red blood, indicating that the wound was still bleeding.

Moreover, his palms and legs were also wrapped in gauze.

The palms are fine, but the legs seem to be very swollen, they are more than a circle bigger than usual.

Concubine Xian Gui sat on the side and fed him medicine carefully.

After Liang Jiugong approached, he reminded in a low voice: "Long Live Lord, brothers are worried about your dragon body and are kneeling outside."

"Throw them all out, because I'm afraid that the officials will not know if I'm sick or not!" After all, he was seriously injured, and the thunderous voice of the past was no longer, replaced by an older and weaker voice.

His usual majestic appearance was gone, but he was tormented by the pain until he became emaciated and morbid.

But after all, he is an emperor, and even if his voice is not loud, his words carry a lot of weight.

Liang Jiugong was so frightened that he quickly knelt down and said tremblingly: "Then... I have something to tell you. Just now, the cronies of Prince Yu came and said...Prince Yu may not be able to do so. ..."

As soon as these words came out, Kangxi's face flushed from choking on the medicine he had just put into his mouth, and he couldn't breathe.

The concubine Xiangui dared not give medicine any more, so she hurriedly helped Kangxi.

After Kangxi regained his composure, he just leaned against the head of the bed, staring straight ahead for a long time with blank eyes.

It's been so long that everyone has almost forgotten about Fuquan.

He just said to himself: "My old brother, even he... is leaving me now..."

Everyone was silent, how could they dare to answer this sentence.

In the end, it was Kangxi himself who spoke, "Liang Jiugong, get ready, I'm going to Prince Yu's mansion to see this old brother."

Hearing this, Liang Jiugong persuaded with sincerity and trepidation: "Long Live Lord, now that you are seriously injured, it is more important to recuperate in the palace."

Coupled with the fact that the outside is not peaceful, what should be done if something bad happens.

Moreover, as far as he knew, Ever since the crown prince left, Lord Long Live has not established a crown prince.

Guessing, there is no suitable candidate in mind.

If this were to die like this, the Qing Dynasty would have messed up.

A few elder brothers, don't they want to fight to the death.

Therefore, he even winked at Concubine Xian.

Concubine Xiangui was naturally worried that Kangxi's body would not be able to withstand the bumps.

Don't be sad because of the deep love with the Fuquan brothers, it will be even worse.

She also hurriedly knelt down beside the bed, and persuaded: "Yes, Lord Long Live, your health is very important now, if there is really something to do with Prince Yu, you will have time to make a decision."

"No, he is a brother who grew up with me and has been through life and death for decades. If I don't go, I will feel really uneasy." Kangxi said firmly.

Moreover, he has already lifted the bright yellow brocade quilt, ready to get out of bed.

It was only because of serious injuries on his body that he moved slowly.

Every time he moved, Jian Mei frowned a little.

Since Kangxi insisted on seeing Fuquan, Liang Jiugong and Concubine Xian could not stop him.

Concubine Xiangui sighed, and waited for Kangxi to change into a clean and decent dragon robe.

Liang Jiugong also hurried to the outside of the hall and sent all the elder brothers away.

About half an hour later, Kangxi was on the way to Prince Yu's mansion in Long Mou.