Xie Bufeng's skin was tanned into a light honey color by the Suzhou sun.
The long, black, slightly curly hair is dancing with the cold wind.
Although he still has the skeleton of a teenager, one can already see that the future emperor has thin but explosive muscles hidden under his black clothes.
Even when he was forced to kneel on the ground with his shoulders pressed down and was imprisoned, his back remained straight.
The wind stopped, the magnolia fell to the ground, Xie Bufeng slowly moved his cold gaze like a blade, and nonchalantly stroked the thing in his arms.
That was the lamb he picked up in Suzhou.
The journey was windy and snowy. If Xie Bufeng hadn't been holding it, he might have frozen to death in the carriage.
The soft and docile lamb not only failed to soften Xie Bufeng's temperament, but instead made the boy look like a wolf cub holding its prey.
Reminded by the burning pain in his lungs, Wen Qingci finally remembered to breathe.
He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Xie Bufeng’s right hand looked a little strange.
"How could there be a lamb in the inner courtyard of the imperial palace?" The old eunuch's harsh tone brought Wen Qingci back to his senses.
The commander of the imperial guards immediately knelt down and began to explain.
Until just now, they wanted to throw the lamb out of Xie Bufeng's arms, but not only did they fail, they were injured by the young man instead.
Seeing Eunuch Xian coming over, they hurriedly worked together and barely held Xie Bufeng down.
It turns out that he has been a ruthless character since he was a teenager.
Wen Qingci couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he heard this.
In the eyes of Eunuch Xian, Xie Bufeng was just a tool for testing drugs.
He was dissatisfied but too lazy to care. After listening to the explanation of the imperial guards, he turned around and asked the imperial physician to give him medicine.
Wen Qingci clenched the jade bottle tightly, leaned over and half-knelt in front of Xie Bufeng under the gaze of everyone.
The two people's eyes met in mid-air.
It is inevitable that disaster...
Taking a deep breath, Wen Qingci said the words he had rehearsed countless times in his mind, "This is a poison that penetrates the intestines. If Your Highness cooperates, I can get an antidote once a month."
Dressed in moon-white, he chuckled at Xie Bufeng, as if he didn't see the overwhelming hatred in those amber eyes.
The deliberately slowed down speaking speed barely concealed Wen Qingci's nervousness.
The cool breeze lifted the magnolia petals, stirring the bird-scare bells hanging under the eaves, and kissed his temples with a soft sound.
Wen Qingci's eyebrows are gentle, and his eyes are naturally filled with a hint of compassion.
But hidden behind such a face is a heart of a demon.
Thinking of what he heard in the carriage, murderous intent flashed through Xie Bufeng's mind again.
He is threatening himself.
"It's getting late," Eunuch Xian winked at the eunuch beside him, "If Your Highness doesn't speak up, we will have to send someone to 'help' Mr. Wen."
We can't delay any longer.
Wen Qingci clenched his teeth and suddenly used his other hand to press the acupoint under Xie Bufeng's jaw.
While the boy opened his lips due to reflex, Wen Qingci immediately raised his finger, flicked his wrist, and stuffed the pill into Xie Bufeng's mouth—
Xie Bufeng only felt something cold and soft brushing against his lips, and the next moment all that was left was the pill melting in his mouth, spilling out a sweet fragrance.
Wen Qingci's heart sank twice and almost jumped out of his chest.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Xie Bufeng, who was forced to kneel here by two people, suddenly became fierce and clamped his wrist.
Wen Qingci:!!!
Xie Bufeng's fingers are long and strong, and his bones are as hard as iron.
Without any preparation, Wen Qingci was thrown forward by the force and fell heavily to his knees on the ground.
The distance between the two was only a span.
Xie Bufeng's actions were extremely ferocious and merciless, with such great strength that he seemed to crush Wen Qingci's wrist bones.
It was definitely intended to cripple his hand!
The piercing pain instantly rushed from his wrist to Wen Qingci's brain. He used all his strength but was unable to pull his wrist out even a little bit.
“Quick!” Xie Bufeng’s action startled Eunuch Xian, “What are you still standing there for? Go and pull the prince away!”
Not only prescriptions, but Wen Qingci's acupuncture skills are unmatched in the world.
If his hand is really disabled today, how can he treat His Majesty? !
The imperial guards and eunuchs rushed forward, trying to pry Xie Bufeng's fingers apart, and the scene instantly became extremely chaotic.
The young man was wearing a bone ring, and the unpolished surface of the ring cut Wen Qingci's flesh. Scarlet blood spread along the thin wrist bone, entwining their hands together.
The severe pain was like sea water, hitting Wen Qingci's nerves in waves, and his breathing became rapid.
He seemed to hear the sound of his bones breaking.
Calm down, be calm...
In a trance, Wen Qingci saw that the lamb in Xie Bufeng's arms was struggling in the chaos and crying heartbreakingly.
The young man struggled to stroke the lamb's back with his fingers, his entire right arm still lying there limply, motionless.
There's definitely something wrong with his arm!
Wen Qingci suddenly remembered that in "Fu Ming Tang" it was said that Xie Bufeng was proficient in using the heavy sword in his left hand, and countless people died under his sword.
When he first saw this, Wen Qingci thought he was left-handed.
One is a neglected prince who is called a "monster", and the other is the lifeline of the current emperor.
Is it necessary to think too much about which is more important
As the old eunuch shouted exaggeratedly, a guard raised his hand as a blade and chopped towards Xie Bufeng's neck.
Then, after a muffled sound, they worked together to pry his fingers apart.
Xie Bufeng fell heavily to the ground.
Even at this point, he still didn't look the least bit embarrassed, nor did he show any intention of giving in.
The boy's eyes looking towards the imperial guards were full of provocation and disdain.
He is like a lone wolf in the wilderness, with warlike blood flowing in his veins, and would rather die in battle than admit defeat.
The imperial guards were also frightened by Xie Bufeng's gaze. In the panic, someone finally couldn't help but reach out and pull Xie Bufeng's right arm that hung limply at his side.
He knew that this was Xie Bufeng's weak spot.
no!
If anything happens to Xie Bufeng, I will definitely be held responsible.
Wen Qingci's stomach began to ache due to excessive tension.
"stop-"
The pain in his wrist had not yet disappeared. Without time to think, Wen Qingci suddenly rushed over and put his hand on Xie Bufeng's shoulder before the imperial guard.
The cloak slid backwards as he moved, and the pale neck that was originally hidden under the collar was exposed to the boy's eyes.
Xie Bufeng subconsciously raised his hand, trying to strangle the other person's throat.
However, his inability to lift his right arm finally made him realize that there seemed to be something wrong with his arm.
What is Wen Qingci doing
Seeing this, everyone around stopped what they were doing.
The front yard of the Imperial Medical Bureau was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
After a few breaths, Wen Qingci raised his eyes as if he had discovered something interesting, looked into Xie Bufeng's eyes and said, "Your Highness, your arm is injured."
"To correct bone wounds, one must check the pulse." Wen Qingci was not in a hurry to check his injuries, but first placed his fingers lightly on Xie Bufeng's pulse.
Xie Bufeng's injury attracted all of Wen Qingci's attention. He seemed not to notice the glaring purple and blood on his wrist. After confirming that the pulse was normal, he carefully pressed along the boy's humerus towards the shoulder blade.
As he moved, a strange bitter fragrance attacked Xie Bufeng.
His eyes swept across the cinnabar between Wen Qingci's eyebrows, and his amber eyes suddenly narrowed like a snake.
Wen Qingci's movements were very light.
Xie Bufeng's brain automatically filtered out the pain for him... So the boy only felt an unfamiliar tingling sensation, spreading along the other's slightly cold fingertips to his shoulders.
The slender white fingers move flexibly between the joints and tendons.
More than a decade of exposure to traditional Chinese medicine in his previous life, combined with modern anatomical knowledge, made Wen Qingci familiar with the structure of bones and muscles.
His movements were extremely gentle, and before anyone could react, Wen Qingci suddenly pressed Xie Bufeng's shoulder with one hand and gently held his right palm with the other.
In a state of high concentration, Wen Qingci forgot about being nervous, forgot about the fate of being torn into pieces by five horses, and forgot the identity of the person in front of him.
In his eyes, Xie Bufeng was just a patient.
Wen Qingci didn't know how... unfamiliar his actions were to Xie Bufeng.
So much so that the boy paused and forgot to shake his hand away.
Wen Qingci gently shook Xie Bufeng's arm while carefully looking for the wound.
After a few breaths, he finally caught his breath and pushed forward gently.
With a slight click, the bone returned to the joint socket.
"It's nothing serious, just a dislocation."
Wen Qingci gently put down the boy's hand, smiled and stood up.
Xie Bufeng subconsciously clenched his fist and raised his arm - unlike the weakness just now, his right hand was now able to move freely as usual.
Wen Qingci really healed himself.
Under the cover of the wide sleeves of the cloak, Wen Qingci's fingers began to tremble belatedly.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief... Fortunately he discovered it early.
Xie Bufeng's lack of sense of pain meant that it was difficult for him to realize that he was "injured", and no one around him cared about his health.
If this continues, local bone necrosis will easily occur, or even dislocated bones will compress blood vessels and nerves. At that time, it will be difficult to use a sword, let alone lift a pen.
He is probably like this in the original novel...
"How did your Highness hurt his hand?" Xie Bufeng was a prince after all. After confirming that Wen Qingci could still practice medicine normally, Eunuch Xian was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. He looked at the imperial guards and said sternly, "You guys were watching, didn't you notice that your Highness's right arm was dislocated!"
Everyone knelt down in the front yard of the Imperial Medical Bureau in an instant, but Xie Bufeng never even glanced at them.
He subconsciously reached out, hugged the lamb tightly with one hand, and pressed hard on his shoulder blade with the other hand.
Xie Bufeng didn't feel any pain, but the feeling of Wen Qingci's fingers brushing against his shoulder and arm was somehow imprinted here.
Soft, warm, and a little fragile...
In a trance, he was reminded of the feeling of the lamb gently lying on his shoulder on the carriage back to Yongdu.
(End of this chapter)