Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife (神医嫡女）

Friend Emperor

What exactly was a machine gun. Feng Yu Heng explained it to Zhang Yuan as: "It's a type of spear with a mechanism hidden in it."

Zhang Yuan felt that this was reasonable.

This was not the first time that Feng Yu Heng slept in Heavenly Hall's inner hall. Fortunately, she would be sleeping in the western room, rather than the eastern room that was specifically reserved for the Emperor. Zi Rui expressed that he did not want to be a third wheel and took the initiative to run over to the eastern room to squeeze in bed with Yao Xian. Xuan Tian Ming and Feng Yu Heng were no longer worried, as they peacefully fell asleep.

On the eastern side, Zhang Yuan brought a chair over and sat at the side of the bed. Staring at the three on the bed with a pair of eyes that resembled dead fish eyes, he felt that this scene with two elderly people and one young child was truly too mysterious.

This was the dragon bed! The dragon bed! In the past, the ninth prince and imperial daughter Ji An had slept in it. What sort of situation was it today? Even an imperial physician was able to sleep there. Could there be some order in Da Shun's statuses? If word of this scene was to spread, who knew just how ugly things could get!

Keeping watch overnight, Zhang Yuan hugged a cushion while leaning against a wood chest next to the bed. His mind was occupied with stories of: "The common citizens are telling stories of the Emperor and imperial physician Yao Xian sleeping in the same bed..."

The Emperor was hungover, and the morning court session for the following day was canceled. For the officials of Da Shun, this had already become exceedingly common. As long as the ninth prince was not in the capital, the Emperor would end up in this condition. All kinds of tricks to not attend court would be used. But he had an ability that was truly horrible. It was that no matter what was done, Da Shun would not collapse. If he did not attend court, he would still know all about everything that had happened. If he did not concern himself with politics, not a single matter under the heavens would escape him. He seemed to be unreliable, but the words that were said would always leave the officials feeling jittery.

Zhang Yuan went to the main hall to pass along the message to the officials about the cancelation of the court session. When he returned, he saw that the Emperor had already woken up. He watched the Emperor reach over Yao Xian and pull Zi Rui over to his side. He quickly went over to provide some help while the Emperor looked at the drowsy Zi Rui. He muttered: "Quite heavy." He then pinched his small face and added: "How did you end up so fat? Could it be that Yun Lu Academy's food is too good?"

Zi Rui pouted and drowsily said: "I was kidnapped by people for this past little while. I've already lost a lot of weight."

The Emperor did not continue to speak. He just pulled the child over and grabbed his injured hand, repeatedly massaging it. The feeling in his chest was quite uncomfortable.

Zi Rui felt that the way the Emperor massaged his hand was very similar to how his elder sister did it. Even the way that he sighed was the same. He could not help but look up and say to the Emperor: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

The Emperor nodded: "We know." But he continued to massage it, thus Zi Rui could only let him continue. But the Emperor did not continue to hold it in, taking the initiative to begin chatting with him: "You should rest this hand for a while and not return to Xiao Zhou immediately. Your elder sister will be going to the military camp in a bit and will not have time to look after you. It would be better to stay in the palace. The palace is safe and has plenty of delicious food. We will make sure that you can eat as much as you like."

Zi Rui did not bring up the matter of whether or not he would stay in the palace, but he became spirited upon mention of the academy. He wanted to chat with the Emperor, but he also felt that he was truly the Emperor. He did not know if it would be proper to chat in this manner. The child thought a bit and probed by asking the Emperor: "Your Majesty, say, now that we have already slept in the same bed, shouldn't we more or less be considered... friends?"