{BL} The emperor's bed minister

Chapter 4: I can scold you by writing song poetry!

"Master, it's time to drink medicine."

A gentle female voice sounded in his ears. Pu Qiutai sat up, looked at the woman in front of him expressionlessly, and asked lightly: "Where's Shuangxi?"

Furong blew the medicine bowl gently, and Magnolia beside her smiled and explained:

"Sister Furong sent the little monkey to the street to buy things. I think it will take a while to come back. He will not be needed to control the affairs of the inner house in the future, young master. It's better to get used to the service of slaves as soon as possible."

Pu Qiutai sneered, raised his eyes to look at Furong, and said with a sarcastic smile:

"Oh? Really? So, you were actually ordered to serve me?"

Furong naturally knew what he was angry about, so she was not annoyed at all. She looked at Pu Qiutai with a smile. This beautiful and intelligent woman said softly:

"The slaves are naturally here to serve you. Otherwise, what do you think the slaves are here to do?"

Xia Linxuan's fiercely smiling face suddenly appeared in his mind. Pu Qiutai's hand trembled slightly, and he slowly lowered his eyes. He took the medicinal soup from Furong's hand and drank it with his eyes closed.

He has been weak since he was a child, and has been hit one after another in the past year, especially in the three months after entering Beijing. This made his body worse and worse.

Xia Linxuan ordered the imperial doctor to diagnose his pulse, and he was immediately diagnosed with many problems, but they were all minor problems. The most serious ones were weakness of the spleen and stomach, strong liver fire, and irregular blood and strength. Knowing that the emperor valued this minister, the imperial doctors did not dare to neglect him at all and prescribed several prescriptions to help him regulate his health.

Regardless of whether Pu Qiutai wants it or not, his unsatisfactory body is slowly getting better under the nourishment of these tonics. His originally skinny body has also gained a little bit of flesh, and his sunken cheeks have become a little plumper, and even more appear gentle, elegant, beautiful and pleasant.

His life, even his diet and body were no longer under his control.

This situation made Pu Qiutai sad and helpless. The only thing he was thankful for was that after that night, Xia Linxuan never summoned him again. Even though they had to meet in the court every day, as long as he didn't have to face the tyrant in private, he was already very happy and rejoiced.

There is a saying that goes, "Whatever you fear will come true." Today, it comes true here in Pu Qiutai.

I had just finished drinking the medicine, and I was glad that although there were a group of palace maids watching me, I didn't have to see the emperor.

Before I could lie down to rest, I heard noisy footsteps outside, and then a high-pitched voice sang: "The Emperor's Oral Order."

Pu Qiutai got up from the bed. He was just saying something orally, and there was no need to set up a table to burn incense and change clothes. So, he knelt down quietly and listened to the eunuch:

"Your Majesty has spoken, and Master Pu will go to Qiulu Hall to receive a banquet tomorrow at the time of application."

Give a feast, give a feast again.

Pu Qiutai suddenly raised his head, his face turned pale. He stared at the eunuch and said in a deep voice:

"Eunuch...do you know why the emperor gave another banquet?"