Admonishing the Imperial Physician

  Just then, Gao Wuyong, who was in charge of supervising the prisoners, walked in quickly. He saw that Long Yintian was sitting on the edge of the bed with Yongzhang in his arms. Yongzhang was leaning against Long Yintian's shoulder, his face flushed, his thin lips slightly parted, and his half-closed phoenix eyes were full of soft charm. The atmosphere between them was extremely ambiguous.

  Gao Wu Yong was shocked in his heart, and hastily lowered his head, staring at the ground as he replied: "Your Majesty, the execution outside has been completed, and I have personally inspected it, there is no problem."

  While talking, he was also silently reciting in his heart: 'I didn't see anything... I didn't see anything...'

  "Uh-huh, I see." Long Yitian looked down at Yongzhang, who was already showing signs of fatigue, and said softly, "Yongzhang, after taking your medicine, be sure to get some rest. Try to recover from your illness as soon as possible."

  Yongzhang was stunned for a moment, then reacted and shook his head: "I haven't finished copying the Xiaojing yet, I thought about sleeping after finishing it."

  Long Hui Tian was almost amused to death after hearing this, and with a raised hand, he heavily tapped Yong Zhang's forehead, pretending to be angry: "Are you intentionally teasing me? Don't you think the medicine is enough for you to eat?"

  Yongzhao was dazed and didn't notice that Long Yitian's anger was fake, so he hastily apologized repeatedly, his heart racing again: "Your son... your son doesn't dare..."

  Looking at Yongzhang's reaction, Longyitian finally couldn't help but chuckle and pinched Yongzhang's already somewhat thin face again, saying in a soft voice: "Since you don't dare, then just obediently listen to my words."

  Hearing the laughter in his ear, Yongzhang finally realized that he had been fooled by Longyintian again. He couldn't help but pout and glance at Longyintian with discontent, as if accusing him of bullying his son. However, he still replied obediently: "Yes, your son will obey."

  Seeing Yongzhao being so interesting, Longyin Tian's mood became even better. He lightly kissed Yongzhao on the face and then directly ordered: "Gao Wuyong, serve the meal, also ask the kitchen to prepare some light porridge dishes."

  "Yes, I'll go right away." Gao Wuyong had been standing by the side, diligently doing his job as a backdrop, treating everything that was happening in front of him as if he couldn't see it. But as soon as he heard the emperor's order, he immediately came to life, hastily responded, and then quickly went out to pass on the message.

  As for Yongzhao, he was startled by Long Huitian's intimate actions and stood there stupidly, not knowing how to react. To be sure, Qianlong had never shown a good face to these princes before, either educating them severely or scolding them seriously, and today's events had already made him somewhat unacceptable.

  Long Hui turned his head back, but saw Yongzhang staring blankly at his face. He opened his mouth to ask softly: "What's wrong, Yongzhang? Is something uncomfortable? Why are you staring at me like this?"

  "Ah!" Yongzhang was suddenly awakened by Long Yitian's voice, his face turned red with a "swoosh", and he felt embarrassed. He quickly lowered his head and buried his face in Long Yitian's shoulder, muttering: "No... nothing..."

  Long Hui didn't think much of it, raised his hand to gently stroke Yongzhang's back, and casually asked a question he had been wondering about since earlier: "Does Yongzhang like hugging me very much?"

  Yongzhang was still immersed in the shame and anger he felt earlier, so when Long Yitian spoke, he didn't think much about it and subconsciously blurted out the truth: "I like you."

  Having gotten the answer he wanted, Long Yitian didn't ask any more questions. After all, Yongzhang just liked to snuggle up in his Ama's arms, and this behavior itself wasn't anything out of place. Even ordinary fathers and sons often did so; moreover, such behavior could also subtly enhance the bond between father and son in their subconscious mind. As long as Yongzhang liked it, there was nothing wrong with hugging him more often on a daily basis.

  As for the Manchu tradition of "hugging grandsons but not sons", it had long been thrown away by Long Yitian to who-knows-where.

  At this time, Zhao Taichang, who had long since left, walked in with a steady pace, and the food box in his hand still contained a bowl of steaming hot medicine, which was obviously just cooked.

  Imperial Physician Zhao saw the Emperor holding Third Prince and sitting on the bed, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. However, he quickly regained his composure and respectfully greeted: "Your humble servant pays respects to Your Majesty."

  Long Hui gave Zhao Taishi a faint glance, then asked in an tone that couldn't be discerned as happy or angry: "Get up. Zhao Taishi, you've come back, is there something on your mind?"

  "Returning to Your Majesty, I, your humble servant, have come to deliver medicine to the Third Prince." Zhao Taishi replied with confidence, seemingly having thought it out beforehand.

  "Bring it up." Zhao Taishi replied, but Long Yintian didn't even look at him, instead lowering his head and couldn't help but pinch Yongzhang's face again. Who let Yongzhang's red and swollen appearance be so tempting? It always made him want to reach out and touch, or even take a kiss.

  "Ah." Zhao Taishi didn't dare to look around, and after hearing the emperor's order, he immediately took out the medicine from the food box and carefully handed it over to the emperor with both hands.

  At this time, Yongzhao in Long Yitian's arms was staring at the bowl of medicine in Zhao Taizhong's hand with a frown. Since he got sick, he had to drink three big bowls of bitter medicine every day, which made his mouth unable to taste anything except bitterness. Now that he saw the medicine again, his resistance rose immediately.

  Long Yintian did not immediately let Yongzhang drink the medicine after receiving the medicine bowl, but instead casually placed the medicine on a low stool beside the bed. He then looked at Zhao Taishi with sharp eyes and asked slowly: "Did you personally decoct this medicine?"

  "Your Majesty, this medicine was personally concocted by me and I also personally delivered it. It did not pass through anyone else's hands."

  "Is that so?" Long Yitian's tone suddenly changed, cold enough to freeze, "I really don't know when you, Zhao Taishi, lowered your status and started doing what slaves should do."

  Zhao Taiyi knew that things had gone wrong as soon as he heard it, and cold sweat came down immediately. He hurriedly knelt down and repeatedly begged for forgiveness: "Your humble servant deserves to die ten thousand times, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

  "That's enough, you've died once, no need to die ten thousand times." Long Yitian smiled coldly and finally let go of Zhao Taishi, who was almost frightened to death. He said in a cold voice: "Today, I'm in a good mood, so I won't pursue it further. If there's a next time, be careful with your head."

  Seeing that the Emperor was going to spare his life, Zhao Taizhong immediately felt relieved in his heart and hurriedly kowtowed and thanked him: "Your humble subject thanks Your Majesty for sparing my life."

  As for Zhao Taishi, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, only knowing how to curry favor, Long Yintian has always been very disgusted from the bottom of his heart, bluntly saying: "Still not quickly rolling away."

  "Yes, yes, I'm leaving, I'm leaving..." Zhao the imperial physician said as he rolled and crawled out of the room. His comical movements actually made Yongzhang laugh.

  Long Hui Tian saw that Yong Zhuang had opened up and didn't say anything else, instead he reached out to take the medicine over and said softly: "Yong Zhuang, drink the medicine while it's still hot."

  Yongzhang, who had just been smiling happily, immediately stopped smiling when he saw the black liquid medicine in the bowl and instantly changed to a bitter expression. He looked at Long Yitian with pitiful eyes and begged: "Imperial Father, can I not drink it? This medicine is really too bitter."

  Long Hanyan couldn't help but smile slightly as he looked at Yongzhang, patiently advising him: "Good medicine tastes bitter and is beneficial to the illness. If you don't take your medicine, your illness will never be cured."

  Yongzhang did not give up his own idea because of Long Yitian's persuasion, but instead continued to haggle: "But... I've been drinking for many days, can't I just drink a little less this time?"

  They say that sick children are the most troublesome, and Long Yintian has truly learned his lesson this time. This Yongzhao is even more difficult to deal with than those two sons of his who only knew how to be naughty and mischievous in his past life. Reasoning with him simply doesn't work, it seems that he can only be dealt with using some slightly harsher measures.

  Long Yian Tian smiled softly and asked again: "You really don't want to drink?"

  Yongzhang didn't respond immediately this time, because he always felt that Huang Ama's smile was really too eerie. However, he truly didn't want to take the medicine, so for a moment he fell silent instead. His eyes, however, betrayed all his thoughts.

  Long Hanyan didn't say another word and instead brought the medicine to his mouth, taking a big gulp and holding it in his mouth.

  Just as Yongzhang was puzzled in his heart, why the Emperor wanted him to drink the medicine he had brewed for him, Long Yitian directly stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, forcing him to lift his head, and then kissed his tender thin lips without saying a word.

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