Wen Qingci has never been an impatient person and always likes to plan before doing things, but today he couldn't wait even for a second.
After asking the eunuch guarding the gate of Guangcheng Temple to tell Concubine Lan that he had to return to Yongdu urgently, Wen Qingci hurried down the mountain with his medicine servant.
"Mr. Wen, are you really going to Changyuan?" The medicine servant looked anxious and wanted to stop him. "From Yongdu, even if you ride a fast horse day and night, it will take at least a day to get there... Besides, you are still the imperial physician. What if the emperor finds out that you are not in Yongdu when he looks for you?"
Wen Qingci paused.
Just when the medicine servant thought he was going to give up, Wen Qingci unexpectedly just said lightly: "If Tianci's poison takes effect, you don't have to stay by the emperor's side." Then he continued to walk quickly down the mountain.
Ever since the emperor knew about the background of Wen Qingci the medicine man, he has been collecting information about the medicine man openly and secretly.
There are both ridiculous comments and facts.
He knew that the medicine men in the Divine Doctor Valley needed to take "Tian Ci" and he mentioned this directly in front of Wen Qingci.
Wen Qingci did not deny it at that time.
"That being said, but..." But will this really not make the emperor suspicious again and be on guard against him in every way
Seeing the expression on Wen Qingci's face, Yao Pu swallowed all the words he was about to say.
—I understand this principle myself, and Wen Qingci, who has been staying in Taishu Palace, understands it even better.
But compared with what happened in Changyuan Town, everything else seems less important.
Before Wen Qingci traveled through time and space in the book, he didn't know how to ride a horse. Fortunately, the original owner's body still had muscle memory.
Although he cannot be said to be good at riding horses, his equestrian skills are above the average level of that era.
Wen Qingci was thinking quickly in his mind... The Guangcheng Temple where he was at the moment was located in the suburbs of Yongdu. Starting from here, he would not go through Yongdu, but head north all the way, and he would reach his destination as early as tomorrow evening.
Seeing that Wen Qingci had made up his mind and would not change it, Yao Pu had no choice but to lead the horse and follow.
The raindrops hit the umbrella and turned into light mist that fell on Wen Qingci's eyelashes.
In a short while, it condensed into water droplets.
At this time, Wen Qingci was extremely glad that he had sent people to the north in advance.
Perhaps because of the lack of Xie Bufeng, the backbone, the North fell into chaos after the war.
Until he rode away, the entire Yongdu was still unaware of the war that had just ended.
Even if the battle report arrived in time, by the time the eunuch told him the news, it would be too late...
Thinking of this, Wen Qingci suddenly started coughing.
The medicine servant who was riding behind him on horseback couldn't help but cast a worried look on him.
Although it is spring, the weather is still cold when it rains.
The clothes on Wen Qingci were indeed a bit thin... He who was following behind Wen Qingci didn't see that after coughing, Wen Qingci slowly put down the hand that was against his lips.
In his hand he was still clutching a silk handkerchief, which was stained with a little scarlet.
Wen Qingci just frowned slightly, then hid the handkerchief in his sleeve.
The young man knew better than anyone else that the emperor wanted to kill Xie Bufeng.
Wen Qingci didn't believe that Xie Bufeng would be paralyzed by the peace during this period.
Therefore, he really couldn't understand how the emperor succeeded.
Before they knew it, the two had left the territory of Yongdu.
Seeing the heavy dark clouds in the distance and the rain that would not stop for the time being, the medicine servant hesitated for a long time, and finally drove forward with some worry, and asked tentatively in Wen Qingci's ear: "Mr. Wen, it's getting late now, why don't we find a place to rest before continuing, otherwise your body..."
Before he could finish his words, Wen Qingci stopped him with a cold glance.
Although there is no level division in the Divine Doctor Valley, as a medicine servant, he cannot say too much to the Second Valley Master.
Just looking at the particularly stubborn moon-white figure in front of him, Yao Pu couldn't help but think that even after so many years, Wen Qingci looked no different from when he first saw him in the Valley of Divine Doctors.
The two walked north along the Guan Road, and the population around them gradually became sparse.
It was unknown when the rain stopped, and the only sound left in Wen Qingci's ears was the sound of horse hooves.
With every thump of the horse's hooves, a vibration came from the saddle.
He held the reins with both hands and seemed to be normal, but in fact, he had lost the feeling in his left hand a long time ago, leaving only a numb pain as if it was being bitten by ants.
The palm of the other hand was also turned purple and red by the reins.
The further north you go, the lower the temperature will be.
Heavy snow fell in Changyuan Town at night, and the largest mansion was brightly lit.
The military doctor went in and out of the room, his frown showing no sign of relaxing.
"…It's been a few days, the general hasn't woken up yet?"
The military doctor shook his head and said in a low voice: "No, he has a fever again."
At this moment, his face was full of sorrow.
After a pause, he asked again: "By the way, are there any prisoners alive?"
Over the past hundred years, although the Northern Di people had constantly invaded the territory of the Wei Dynasty, they had never used poison on their weapons.
These doctors who come to the border with the army usually only treat external injuries.
He is not like the imperial physicians in the palace who can directly infer toxicity based on symptoms.
The detoxification task was really difficult for them.
"Not yet..." The soldier on the other side was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said, "We only cleared a few poisoned swords on the battlefield."
"How toxic is the sword?" the military doctor asked immediately.
The basin opposite him did not answer his question immediately. Instead, he bit his lips, took a deep breath and said, "The blood will kill the enemy."
"What?!"
It was already dusk, but the courtyard was illuminated by a few lights, making it as bright as day.
A dozen soldiers in silver armor stood in the middle of the courtyard. One of them held a long sword. After taking a deep breath, he slashed at a wounded Beidi warhorse.
The long sword cut through the warhorse's flesh. It neighed a few times and then suddenly became silent.
It is exactly as the person just said, it kills with one blow.
It seems that this time, the opponent is really aiming to put Xie Bufeng to death.
A sense of fear spread throughout the courtyard, and everyone's heart was hanging in the balance.
Along with it, there are also deep doubts.
—Since the poison on the sword is so strong, how did the general survive
Some soldiers couldn't help but ask anxiously: "Besides waiting, is there any other solution?"
"In the past, when encountering such a situation, we could ask the imperial physician in the palace, but this time..." The military doctor sighed heavily.
Although he didn't finish the rest of the sentence, everyone understood what he meant.
—Once the imperial physician is called, the news that Xie Bufeng is injured and unconscious will reach the emperor's ears.
In fact, the news of Xie Bufeng's injury had spread throughout Changyuan Town as early as the morning of that day.
However, the adjutant beside Xie Bufeng, according to his previous intention, kept the matter in the north and did not send the military report to Yongdu for the time being.
But the truth will eventually come out.
It was only a matter of time before the news got there.
Xie Bufeng must regain consciousness as soon as possible, otherwise when Yongdu finds out, the emperor will definitely appoint a new general as soon as possible.
By that time, it will be too late to say anything.
"Okay, I understand," the soldiers said in a low voice, "Just wait... Sorry to bother you here first."
"Don't say that. It's all my job."
After this group of people left, the military doctor became even more confused - why did the poison behave differently in Xie Bufeng's body than usual
Xie Bufeng fell into a deep sleep, but still refused to put down the medicinal jade in his hand.
The people around him tried to pry the general's fingers apart for a long time but failed, so they finally gave up.
The jade was embedded deeper and deeper, and Xie Bufeng's palm was already covered in blood.
But the boy, who could not feel the pain, continued to hold it tightly out of instinct.
While drowsy, Xie Bufeng smelled a familiar bitter fragrance.
He seemed to see a moon-white figure appear beside him. Wen Qingci looked at him with a smile, but never said a word.
"Don't you have anything you want to say to me?"
The moon-white figure standing opposite him paused, and finally spoke slowly: "I believe that Your Highness will be able to achieve great things and return to Yongdu with a lot of achievements."
At this moment, Xie Bufeng only felt dizzy and his consciousness was as vague as if he was drunk.
Perhaps it was because of this feeling, or perhaps it was because I knew that the scene before my eyes was just an illusion.
Xie Bufeng slowly lowered his head and finally allowed himself to speak to him.
"Why do you trust me so much?"
"I just don't know what pain is, not that I won't get hurt or die..."
The boy's voice is indescribably fragile.
He finally spoke out the grievances that had been buried in his heart for half a year.
But the moon-white figure opposite him just smiled and looked at him.
The boy's heart slowly sank.
An indescribable feeling of loss came over him like a tide, making it difficult for him to breathe.
How could Wen Qingci not know this
He had clearly told himself before that he, who had no sense of pain, was a patient who needed extra care.
Xie Bufeng's mood suddenly became a mess.
He laughed at himself for a while, thinking that he was just one of the countless ordinary patients in Wen Qingci's eyes, no different from his rabbit.
Wen Qingci's nature is naturally cold and indifferent.
After a while, I couldn't help but have a secret expectation...
After so many days of living together, and seeing so much tenderness, I must be somewhat special in Wen Qingci's heart, right
The two completely different conjectures, like flames, kept burning Xie Bufeng's heart.
The young man clenched the medicinal jade in his hand even tighter.
Thinking of this, the scene in front of Xie Bufeng changed.
The hand warmers on the Yinchuan Grand Canal rose and fell with the waves, and were eventually swallowed up by the river...
His consciousness also became dark.
It seemed as if I would fall into a deep sleep in the next second.
But at this moment, the bitter fragrance in Xie Bufeng's nose became stronger.
The strong fragrance, like a fuse, desperately pulled him out of his dream.
Xie Bufeng's temperature continued to rise.
Everyone's heart was in their throat at this moment.
If Xie Bufeng could not wake up from his coma in time, not to mention the emperor far away in Yongdu, even the Northern Di who had just suffered a crushing defeat might risk launching an attack again.
"What's that smell?" The soldier standing by had a puzzled look on his face and subconsciously looked for the source of the fragrance.
After a while, his eyes involuntarily fell on Xie Bufeng.
If I smelled correctly, this faint bitter smell seemed to come from the general
—What those people said just now was correct. The poison in the long sword in the attacker's hand was indeed fatal.
Logically speaking, Xie Bufeng should have fallen on the battlefield.
All these variables are actually hidden in that bitter fragrance.
When the Taishu Palace coup occurred, Wen Qingci fed Xie Bufeng a lot of blood in order to detoxify him.
Although this blood will not change Xie Bufeng's physique and turn him into a medicine man like Wen Qingci.
But at least for a long time, Xie Bufeng would not be easily poisoned like ordinary people.
—
A few days passed, and Xie Bufeng's temperature fluctuated, but he kept his eyes closed and showed no signs of waking up.
The deputy general beside him was already filled with despair.
Before that, he sent away all the soldiers guarding Xie Bufeng, and announced to the public that Xie Bufeng had woken up and was resting.
But such things can never be kept secret for long.
Several city gates of Changyuan Town have been sealed.
Late at night, everything is quiet.
A moon-white figure leaped over from one of the places while the guards were not paying attention.
He did not stop as he braved the heavy snow and headed towards the mansion in the center of the city, leaving the medicine servant who was following him far behind.
Wen Qingci didn't bring any thick clothes with him when he came.
It was still snowing here and there at this time. The cold wind took away all the warmth from his body, and he didn't know when his face turned as pale as paper.
He couldn't help coughing. After adjusting his breathing, he entered the mansion and went to the deepest part of the courtyard.
Fortunately, this mansion in Changyuan Town is not big.
Not long after, Wen Qingci found the small courtyard where Xie Bufeng was recuperating.
He used his martial arts skills to the fullest extent, and only then did he avoid the guards outside the yard and enter the house.
There was a floor heater in the room, and it was so warm that it didn't seem like the same world as outside.
Like all the rooms in the Wei Dynasty, there are incense burners in every corner here.
Smoke rose up and Wen Qingci's vision became blurred.
He couldn't help but slow down his pace, took a deep breath, and walked towards the bed.
The snow fell from the window sill.
The sound of the wind came to my ears through the window.
The next second, that familiar face finally appeared in front of Wen Qingci.
—The light honey-colored skin became a few shades darker, the boy became much thinner, and his facial features appeared more profound.
His body was covered with scars, but he did not look weak or sick.
There was an unspeakable sense of danger all over his body.
I have been traveling all this way just for this moment.
But after arriving here, Wen Qingci felt a sense of unreality in his heart.
I really met Xie Bufeng again.
A gust of cold wind that came from nowhere interrupted Wen Qingci's thoughts.
The imperial physician in a moon-white robe paused for a moment and walked forward quickly.
He subconsciously placed his fingers on the boy's wrist, trying to check his pulse.
But the moment his hand touched the boy's skin, Xie Bufeng, who had fallen into a coma, suddenly frowned.
He seemed to sense this familiar breath.
Before Wen Qingci could stand up and step back, the young man grabbed his right hand tightly while he was taking the pulse.
The sudden chill was like a sweet rain in the desert to Xie Bufeng.
He clenched his fists tighter, trying to trap the coldness in his hands with all his strength.
"Hiss—" A huge pain came over him, and Wen Qingci couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.
Even though he was unconscious, Xie Bufeng's strength was still so great that the young man's fingers were like cast iron, tightly gripping Wen Qingci's wrist, making it impossible for him to escape.
Along with the pain, there was also a burning sensation that came along the wrist.
Wenqing vaguely recalled that Xie Bufeng seemed to be in the same situation on his first night staying at the Imperial Medical Bureau, clutching his wrist and refusing to let go.
He moved forward slowly, trying to break free from Xie Bufeng's restraints.
After realizing Wen Qingci's intention, a sense of panic that he was about to lose something struck the young man's heart.
Xie Bufeng suddenly pulled his arm back with force.
In the next second, Wen Qingci, who had just been standing beside the bed, fell heavily on the young man.
A burning breath came from his ears.
(End of this chapter)