The group of people went to the city in front to rest, and An Yi realized that this city was called Yongcheng. It was not the fiefdom of the Ninth Prince, but that the Ninth Prince had been living here since he got sick.
In Yongcheng Station, Xue Lingqiao talked about the past of the Ninth Prince while cracking melon seeds.
"The Ninth Prince is eighteen this year, but because of his frail body, he looks a little young. Speaking of his illness, the cause is also because of our prince!" Xue Lingqiao sighed.
"Because of Feng Shisan?" An Yi was stunned.
Xue Lingqiao nodded: "Ten years ago, a spy from the Liu Zhu Kingdom entered the palace to seduce the emperor, and was made a concubine by the emperor. The concubine's methods were so powerful that the emperor almost killed the fifth prince by mistake, but our master saw through his trick. Later, When the spy was killed by the emperor in the palace, he happened to be seen by the lively Ninth Prince who liked to run around. From then on, the Ninth Prince became seriously ill and contracted tuberculosis. The emperor was afraid of contagion, so he let him His mother-in-law brought him to Yongcheng. I heard that his mother-in-law, Yongfei, had just passed away, and his health was like that. I¡¯m afraid I can¡¯t think about it anymore!¡±
An Yi frowned: "If it's just a fright, it won't cause tuberculosis, unless the lungs are weak and prone to sadness, the body is weak and thin, and you have been exposed to tuberculosis patients!"
"Ten years ago, the ninth prince was more favored by the emperor than the fifth prince. His mother, Concubine Yong, was a great beauty who conquered the country. But later, because the child got sick, Concubine Yong was also sent to Yong City. There is no day to enter the palace anymore. Even if he dies, the palace will just issue an obituary and become famous in the palace." Xue Lingqiao sighed, "A husband and wife pay back a favor for a hundred days, and that's how the concubine Yong is. He died, and the emperor didn't even say a word. This child must be thinking"
"Did you make that black iron mask?" An Yi suddenly asked.
Xue Lingqiao's face was full of pride: "You see it's my craftsmanship? This is my order!"
An Yi thought of Feng Qingchen's disgusted expression just now. He was obviously trying his best to make up for it, but he still looked like this.
"Isn't your elder brother always watching over the Ninth Prince's illness?" An Yi asked.
Xue Lingqiao was stunned: "How do you know?"
"People who have been suffering from tuberculosis for a long time are usually skinny and sallow and have a sallow complexion. If ordinary people looked at this Ninth Prince, they would only think that he was thin and could not see the appearance of tuberculosis. This means that he has been well treated, but it is difficult. Just remove the root! Apart from Doctor Xue in the entire Longjin, only your eldest brother has such ability!" An Yi said.
"Indeed, my eldest brother has tried his best, but we can only keep him like this. His illness is getting worse!" Xue Lingqiao whispered, and suddenly asked An Yi, "Do you have any good ideas?"
Tuberculosis is what is known as tuberculosis in modern times. Western medicine also requires taking anti-tuberculosis drugs for six months to nine months. In ancient times, there were no antibiotics, so it was not easy to treat and remove the root cause. Xue Yuanguo did his best.
"Why is your prince so kind to this Ninth Prince?" An Yi asked. To be honest, An Yi didn't believe that Feng Qingchen would do these things silently! Others might feel guilty for frightening this child to get sick, but Feng Qingchen would not! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com