The third prince had a piece of skin rubbed off from his elbow, and there was a lot of dust on it, making him look quite pitiful.
In today's era, most people have no concept of "disinfection", but Wen Qingci cares about it very much.
He took out a bottle of special medicinal wine from the medicine box, soaked some cotton in it, and then used it to gently disinfect around the third prince's wound.
"Hiss... It hurts, it hurts!" The young man's eyes were bloodshot, his arms began to tremble, and his voice was weak. "What is this thing?! Wen, Wen Qingci, are you deliberately trying to mess with me?!"
After what happened last time, the third prince hated and feared Wen Qingci.
As he spoke, he subconsciously dodged the other person's movements.
"If it's not cleaned in time, the wound is likely to become inflamed." Wen Qingci explained lightly while cleaning the third prince's wound, as if he didn't notice anything.
The third prince was stunned for a moment: "... What did you say?"
After Wen Qingci finished speaking, he realized that there is no concept of "inflammation" in traditional medicine.
He didn't know how to explain it, so he just smiled and said nothing.
Seeing this, the Third Prince became more convinced that Wen Qingci was dissatisfied and was deliberately making trouble for him.
“…Where’s Yu Guanlin? Call him over and treat my wound.” The young man looked around, searching for the old doctor.
At the end, she did not forget to save her dignity by saying, "This palace... um, this palace just wants to find someone who is familiar with my injury to come here."
Hearing this, the faces of the people around changed.
Changing people at this time would undoubtedly be a humiliation to the imperial physician. Could Wen Qingci tolerate it
The young man was being stubborn, but when Wen Qingci touched him, he felt as if the other party wanted to kill him, and he kept shaking.
Wen Qingci pretended not to notice and smiled, "It's just a minor injury, so there's no need to trouble Lord Yu."
"I want to change the imperial physician, but do I need permission from others?" The third prince spoke with disgust and fear, and his voice became louder as he spoke.
The Second Prince, who was standing at the side, looked over at some point. After hearing this, he was already impatient and finally glared at Xie Yinshang fiercely. He gritted his teeth and warned, "Stop making so much noise. Be quiet!"
“Oh…oh…” The third prince seemed to have finally remembered where this place was. He shut his mouth awkwardly, and even the sound of his cries of pain became a little quieter.
Wen Qingci has always been a person who is too lazy to argue with children.
Not to mention that the Third Prince's fall just happened to save him from Ge Deqiu's hands. He was so grateful that he couldn't express it in time.
After the Third Prince calmed down, Wen Qingci applied medicine to his wounds, then wrapped a bandage around the boy's arm.
His movements were skillful and extremely careful, and he had no intention of seeking revenge.
Wen Qingci, who was concentrating on treating his wounds, didn't notice.
The second prince standing next to him was also observing him.
The eunuchs around Xie Guanzhi always responded to requests and held this prince high in their hands.
After meeting in Ninghe Palace that day, the people around the Second Prince collected all the rumors about Wen Qingci, whether true or false, and told them to him one by one.
The Second Prince had heard of them all, whether they were common rumors like "using both medicine and poison" or "fairy-faced demon", or outrageous rumors like he dug up corpses and performed autopsies at a mass grave.
During this period, Wen Qingci happened to present the Fuxuanhua Pill to the emperor and became the imperial physician.
Everyone in Yongdu praised him for his magical use of medicine.
So what kind of person is he
Unconsciously, the Second Prince was intrigued by those rumors.
"Alright, Your Highness," Wen Qingci stood up again, and while putting the remaining bandages back into the medicine box, he patiently reminded, "It's just a skin wound, remember not to get the wound wet."
The third prince immediately withdrew his hand, wishing to be as far away from this imperial physician as possible.
Wen Qingci smiled lightly and didn't seem to care.
“By the way, while your wound is healing, remember to remind His Highness to eat less spicy food.” Before leaving, he did not forget to give a few words of advice to the young eunuch beside the Third Prince, and then returned to his original position.
The people around who were silently looking at Wen Qingci finally withdrew their gazes.
"… The Third Prince brought a trapped animal into the palace, causing a huge mess. His Majesty had already disliked him, but Wen Qingci still treated his wound so carefully?" Someone in the crowd whispered, "Didn't you see that old fox Yu Guanlin was unwilling to even come over to pretend?"
"More than that, looking at the Third Prince's attitude, he is simply looking for trouble. If I were Wen Qingci, I would just quit and not care if he gets hurt or not!"
"… It is said that Wen Qingci is also very nice to the eldest prince."
"So what does he want?"
The person on the other side shrugged and answered casually, "Who knows? Maybe he doesn't care about these things at all."
The voices of the few people were not loud, but they all fell into Xie Bufeng's ears.
He does not mean that.
The young man pursed his lips tightly, and a rare hint of confusion flashed in his amber eyes.
Wen Qingci's eyes are always filled with compassion, without resentment or anger.
He remained indifferent in the face of Xie Yinshang's almost direct provocation.
Isn't such excessive tenderness a kind of indifference and danger
But I almost got deceived by him and sank into this cold pool filled with turbulent undercurrents.
"Now the Holy Lord has come to Yishan and built an altar to offer sacrifices to Heaven in order to repay Heaven's merits! And to comfort the ancestors and express gratitude for their kindness..." The voice of the Minister of Rites resounded throughout the Yishan Mountain.
The auspicious time for offering sacrifices to the land had not yet arrived. According to the arrangement of the Ministry of Rites, the group had to first go to the "Zhongxian Temple" at the foot of the mountain to pay homage to the meritorious officials and celebrities.
Unlike the time of offering sacrifices to heaven, concubines and ladies of honor also went here together.
The ceremony was held in the temple, and Wen Qingci and Yu Guanlin followed closely behind and went in.
The Zhongxian Temple was briefly mentioned in "Fumingtang", but Wen Qingci did not realize until he arrived there that it was not an ordinary building, but a giant group of caves built by cutting through the mountain and carving through the wall.
The construction of the Zhongxian Temple began in the tenth year of Tianchu, but was not completed until last year, with a construction period of fifteen years.
The cave is about ten meters high and is filled with murals and sculptures.
The sound of bells and drums echoed inside the cave.
Wherever Wen Qingci goes, there are surging waves.
A vast expanse of blue came towards him, and in a trance he even had the illusion that he would be swallowed up by the tide in the next second.
The overall style of the Zhongxian Temple is gorgeous and bold, different from any building of this era.
If he hadn't come here, Wen Qingci would never have known that the current emperor actually had such artistic pursuits.
In a few thousand years, the Zhongxian Temple will definitely become a famous tourist attraction in the world.
Thinking of this, Wen Qingci couldn't help but look up and take a few more glances.
"This mural depicts the Yinchuan Grand Canal. Doctor Wen should be very familiar with it," Yu Guanlin introduced enthusiastically when he saw him looking up. "Oh, yes. The statues in the front are Concubine Lan's father and brother, and the ones painted behind them are the river workers of that time."
At this point, the old doctor sighed: "These are all the heroes who built the canal—"
Wen Qingci quickly shifted his gaze from the mural and looked towards the statue in the direction Yu Guanlin pointed.
Concubine Lan’s father and brother
When Wen Qingci heard that the statue was related to the heroine, he immediately became interested.
No wonder these two characters were not mentioned in "Fu Ming Tang"... It turns out they died a long time ago!
Wen Qingci now feels that traveling with a chatterbox is quite meaningful.
Before he could ask, Yu Guanlin told him the story behind it: "Lady Lan's father was originally the Minister of Works. He was the one who designed and built the Yinchuan Grand Canal. Her brother was the chief architect and was also involved in this."
Yu Guanlin's story ends here.
After saying this, he continued to move forward slowly along with the crowd.
Wait, it hasn’t even told you how they died!
Wen Qingci paused, and couldn't help but ask: "So these two adults, are..."
As if he had guessed what Wen Qingci was going to ask, Yu Guanlin interrupted him with a smile, "Empress Lan was the youngest in the family. The Minister was already over eighty years old at the time and died of old age in Yongdu. As for Empress Lan's brother..." Yu Guanlin sighed with a little regret, "He was mainly responsible for the construction of Chen Mausoleum. He died of overwork and had nothing to do with the canal."
"So..." Wen Qingci nodded gently.
From afar he saw Concubine Lan, dressed in gorgeous clothes, supported by her personal maid, bowing deeply towards the two sculptures.
Her expression was solemn and slightly sad.
"Empress Lan, the master and the young master have already ascended to heaven, you must not be too sad..." Ming Liu comforted her in a low voice, while reminding, "Today's ceremony, you must not let His Majesty see you being too sad."
The fire in the shrine flickered, making her vision dim and unclear. In a trance, the colorful murals behind her seemed to have a more eerie feeling.
Lan Fei looked at the sculpture deeply, gritted her teeth and said, "Let's go." Then she was supported by Ming Liu and walked forward with her head down.
This scene happened to fall into Wen Qingci's eyes.
He paused and looked away.
What did Concubine Lan think of just now? Why did she look like that
Xie Bufeng inherited his eye color from Concubine Lan.
Her unprecedented cold eyes made Wen Qingci subconsciously think of Xie Bufeng, and he began to look for the young man in the crowd.
Through the curling purple smoke from the incense burner.
The two people's eyes met in mid-air.
Wen Qingci paused, then slowly smiled at Xie Bufeng as a greeting.
But he didn't expect that the next moment the young man would coldly turn his gaze away and completely ignore his existence.
Xie Bufeng was filled with vigilance and indifference, even worse than when they first met.
(End of this chapter)