The glass of wine was like a fuse, drawing the blood out of Wen Qingci's body.
The faint smell of blood accompanied by a strong bitter fragrance instantly filled the entire palace.
Even though they were still drunk, everyone couldn't help but look at Wen Qingci.
Although no one has ever openly mentioned it, the "legend" that Wen Qingci is a medicine man has long been spread throughout Yongdu...
At the moment when Wen Qingci was about to fall, the young man held him firmly.
With the help of the light in the hall, Xie Bufeng saw... Wen Qingci's blood had dyed half of his body red.
It looked particularly dazzling when it fell on the moon-white cloak.
In an instant, the fear of losing something came over me.
Xie Bufeng's heart sank heavily.
Xie Bufeng was afraid.
After nearly two years of experience on the battlefield and crawling out from a sea of blood and corpses, he was actually afraid at this moment.
Xie Bufeng thought he had already put life and death aside - his own or others'.
It was not until this time that he realized that he was not so free and fearless.
He wanted to ask Wen Qingci how he felt, whether he was injured or affected by Tianci
But thinking about what will happen today and tomorrow, I can only suppress the words that are not said in my heart.
Don't rush this moment.
The time will come when the dust will settle.
The boy's fingers loosened, and after a few seconds, he slowly clenched them again as if he had made up his mind.
At this moment, Wen Qingci saw nothing but darkness in front of his eyes and only a buzzing sound in his ears.
He didn't notice what the boy wanted to say but couldn't.
Wen Qingci's slender and pale fingers clasped tightly around Xie Bufeng's wrist, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.
The next second, it drooped down again with powerlessness.
The other hand always hangs quietly at the side.
"Come here," Xie Bufeng said softly to the eunuch beside him, "Take Doctor Wen back and have a good rest."
"Yes, Your Highness." Several eunuchs nearby hurried over and helped Wen Qingci out of the hall.
The slightly ambiguous attitude between Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng, as well as the rumors that they were not getting along, entered the guests' minds at this time. They were so drunk that they could not understand the relationship between the two.
The moon-white figure was like a wisp of smoke, blown away by the wind and disappeared before our eyes.
The boy's clenched hands began to tremble slightly.
The hall was completely silent.
He felt inexplicably uneasy.
Xie Bufeng, dressed in a black brocade robe, turned around and returned to his seat.
He looked calm, as if what had just happened was just a trivial episode.
After Xie Bufeng raised his glass again, the surroundings gradually became lively.
But this time, everyone couldn't figure out Xie Bufeng's mood, so they didn't dare to come here to toast again.
Xie Bufeng slowly picked up the wine cup and poured the liquor into his stomach cup by cup as if he were drinking water.
“Brother…Brother.”
Someone gently tugged at the corner of Xie Bufeng's clothes, bringing his thoughts back to reality.
When Xie Bufeng turned around, he saw Xie Fuyin standing behind him with a pout, and the nanny who looked worried and nervous.
"What's wrong?" The feeling of uneasiness was still spreading, and Xie Bufeng's tone when talking to Xie Fuyin also became a little more impatient.
The little girl was shocked by his current appearance. She seemed to have not expected that the gentle and caring brother mentioned by Doctor Wen would suddenly become so serious. But she still sniffed and mustered up the courage to ask the boy in front of her: "Brother, is Doctor Wen injured?"
After asking this question, his eyes instantly turned red.
Xie Bufeng's hand holding the wine glass trembled: "No... He's just tired."
Hearing his brother's words, Xie Fuyin nodded as if he understood, and finally slowly let go of the corner of Xie Bufeng's clothes.
"Then, will Mr. Wen come back?" Xie Fuyin asked seriously, looking up.
There was a hint of nasal in Xie Fuyin's words, but his voice was very clear.
This was just a casual question, but coupled with the childish and sincere voice, it made people feel inexplicably nervous.
The feeling of panic is like a hundred ants gnawing at my heart.
—Wen Qingci will not be back tonight.
Xie Bufeng paused. He did not answer Xie Fuyin's question. Instead, he turned around and said coldly to the nurse behind her: "It's getting late. Take the little princess downstairs to rest."
"Yes, Your Highness." The panic-stricken nurse quickly picked up Xie Fuyin and quickly returned to Concubine Lan.
The clear blue medicinal jade glows softly under the light.
The jet-black curly hair was tied up high and spread out behind her like thick ink.
His facial features were sharp and deep, and he had a murderous aura brought from the battlefield.
The two completely opposite temperaments of "gentle" and "fierce" collide in Xie Bufeng.
Others didn't even dare to look at it.
Xie Bufeng clenched the wine glass in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.
Go back and have a good rest, everything will be fine tomorrow...
The mountain stream covered with bindweed flowers on the outskirts of Yongdu is picturesque, and the air is fresher and warmer than that in Yongdu.
When the dust settles, I will build a sanatorium there and bring Wen Qingci to live there.
Or go back to Songxiu Mansion with him and visit the Valley of Divine Doctors.
Xie Bufeng clenched his palms... Although he was not a doctor, he always believed that everything in the world was interdependent and there was no real poison that had no antidote.
As long as you are patient, you will be able to resolve the problem of Tianci.
Thinking of this, Xie Bufeng couldn't help but let out a long sigh and smiled slowly.
The soil in the north is very poor, and most of the area is Gobi and desert, and all supplies are transferred from Yongdu.
If you want to eat meat, you have to find a way yourself.
The Wei Dynasty did not originally have this custom, but it was not known since which victory it began, as long as they returned to their base, the people nearby would secretly deliver slaughtered cattle and sheep to them in advance.
Xie Bufeng did not give it to the cook, but learned to process and bake it himself.
When Wenqingci gets better, I can make it for him to try.
The wars that followed one after another and the seemingly endless winter in the north made Xie Bufeng extremely patient.
His heart finally calmed down a little as he imagined the future.
The banquet did not end until late at night.
When all the civil and military officials and the rewarded soldiers left, it was already midnight.
"Your Highness, please come this way." A small leader of Hengxinwei came over, gave a perfunctory salute to Xie Bufeng, and led him to Yuguang Palace.
The young man raised his eyebrows with a smile and looked the man up and down.
His eyes were sharp, as if he could see through the person in front of him at a glance.
The Hengxin guard subconsciously felt guilty and lowered his eyes.
Then he immediately turned around and walked to the palace road.
Xie Bufeng saw that he clenched the long sword at his side because of nervousness.
The young man had no spies in the palace, and he had no idea what was happening in the palace after being away for so long. However, this palace banquet and the exciting thoughts in everyone's minds were enough to make him understand the situation.
Xie Bufeng did not see the figure of Eunuch Xian today. Instead, the "Heng Xin Guards" that had never appeared before appeared in every corner of the palace.
It seems that this is the emperor’s “backup plan”.
They said they were sending him back to the palace to rest, but this was too much noise.
More than thirty Hengxin guards surrounded Xie Bufeng.
But the people surrounded by them remained calm.
"… Oh, death is approaching, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"No matter how powerful you are on the battlefield, it is difficult to defeat a hundred alone."
"Xie Bufeng may not see the sun tomorrow."
Heavy snow was falling.
Every word in Heng Xinwei's voice was filled with strong malice, so loud and scary.
But Xie Bufeng was not angry at all after hearing this, he even laughed slowly.
The light amber pupils glowed faintly in the darkness, like a wolf lying in ambush in the grass, just waiting for the moment of killing.
That moment will come.
—
When Wen Qingci returned to the Imperial Medical Bureau, it was still long before the palace banquet ended.
His symptoms have always been on and off.
Heng Xinwei, who was guarding the Imperial Medical Bureau, was quickly reviewing tonight's plan in his mind.
The emperor ordered that after the celebration banquet, bloodletting should be immediately used to prepare medicine, and then the Yuguang Palace should be besieged.
Although the banquet has not ended yet, it is already late.
But after changing his clothes and washing up, Wen Qingci did not go to bed early as usual.
He coughed lightly a few times and walked slowly into the ear room of the courtyard.
The wind is a bit strong tonight.
Before I could close the window, a cold wind wrapped in fine snow and magnolia petals fell into the room.
Wen Qingci's face was a little pale from the cold, but he did not rush to close the window. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the familiar magnolia scent.
Heng Xinwei looked at each other and followed.
This is a kitchen converted from an ear room. The space is small and only big enough for a clay stove.
What is he doing here so late at night
This side room was originally used to store medicinal materials. Even after the renovation, some dried medicines are still stored in the closet.
They couldn't name any of them.
Seeing those medicines and then looking at the small furnace in front of Wen Qingci, the words "poison making" flashed in Heng Xinwei's mind.
The two Hengxin guards who entered the kitchen with him became nervous. They put their hands on their sides, ready to draw their swords at any time.
But unexpectedly, what Wen Qingci was going to do was completely different from what they imagined.
The imperial physician, dressed in moon-white, took out a small porcelain bottle from somewhere.
There is no floor heating in the ear room, it is like a huge refrigerator.
After staying there for a while, my fingers became so frozen that I could hardly bend or stretch them.
But Wen Qingci didn't care. He poured out all the dried magnolia stored in the bottle, and then put it into a wooden basin beside him together with the glutinous rice and started washing it.
The water in the wooden basin was drawn from the well in the morning. It was clear and cold. It had been lying there all day without moving, and a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface.
Wen Qingci didn't seem to feel the cold.
He patiently washed the petals with cold water, and soon the pale skin on his hands began to turn red.
The firewood burned, making a crackling sound.
Wen Qingci deliberately used a low fire and simmered it slowly.
After a long time, the spring water, magnolia petals, and glutinous rice finally began to roll together in the purple clay pot.
At the same time, a little heat and a faint fragrance came out.
It was only at this time that Heng Xinwei realized that Wen Qingci was making hangover porridge.
Why is he doing this so late at night
Wen Qingci's men were still moving slowly.
The night in the Imperial Medical Bureau was extremely quiet at this moment.
Even Heng Xinwei, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but hold his breath, not daring to disturb him.
After a long time, Wen Qingci finally breathed a sigh of relief and then slowly laughed.
"Okay, please deliver it to His Highness early tomorrow morning." He turned around and gave instructions to Heng Xinwei behind him very naturally.
"yes."
Heng Xinwei agreed, but no one here took his words seriously at this time.
—Wait until tomorrow
I'm afraid neither he nor Xie Bufeng will survive this night.
Everyone thought of the same thing.
The magnolia petals from last spring stored in the jade bottle blend with the fragrance of the magnolia flowers outside the window, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.
Suddenly, the snow started to fall heavily again.
The noisy sounds not far away gradually faded away as the night deepened.
Wen Qingci did not go back to his room to rest. He stood in the ear room watching over Hua Zhou almost the entire night.
At the moment when the noise completely faded away, Heng Xinwei looked at each other.
—The time for action is coming.
I have heard that although Wen Qingci is in poor health, he is a master of light skills and hidden weapons as he was born in the underworld.
They put their hands on their swords again, and their breathing suddenly became rapid due to the tension.
But before he could draw his sword, there was a sudden loud noise outside the Imperial Medical Office.
The walls began to shake violently, and the eardrums of the people in the room began to hurt.
"who!"
Heng Xinwei, who was guarding Wen Qingci, put him aside temporarily, drew his sword and looked outside.
Before his colleagues outside the Imperial Medical Bureau could answer this question, a chaotic sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the direction outside the palace.
Heng Xinwei saw fear in each other's eyes.
There was the sound of horse hooves and the collision of weapons.
It's the cavalry!
Cavalry broke into Taishu Palace? !
The Imperial Medical Bureau was originally built in a corner of the imperial palace.
Almost at the same moment they heard the sound of horse hooves, a scream was heard from the front yard of the Imperial Medical Bureau.
The cavalry has arrived here!
This time they had no time to care about Wen Qingci at all. They only left four people to block him in the ear room, and the rest rushed out.
At this time, on the other side of Taishu Palace.
Xie Bufeng, who also heard the strange noise, slowly stopped.
Before Heng Xinwei beside him could react, the boy kicked him in the chest.
Blood gushed out instantly, and Heng Xinwei, who had just cursed in his heart that he would not survive the night, lost his life instantly.
Xie Bufeng started to laugh a little bit.
A sudden snowstorm arose in Taishu Palace.
But in a moment, the blood on the ground was covered.
The young man's eyes casually swept across the faces of the thirty-odd Hengxin guards.
Stepping on the blood that was about to be hidden, he walked towards them step by step.
"ah-"
“Help! Help!”
At this moment, Xie Bufeng was like a Shura crawling out of hell.
Having been trained on the battlefield, every move he made was aimed at taking lives.
The Hengxinwei team that was put together temporarily cannot be compared with it at all.
"Your Highness, please spare my life, Your Highness, please spare my life!"
In an instant, the palace road was filled with corpses.
The remaining Hengxin guards immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xie Bufeng.
But the young man seemed to have not heard their cries for mercy at all, and continued to swing his sword, reaping the lives of these people in an instant.
idiot.
The current emperor is truly a fool who judges others by his own standards.
He himself cared greatly about "being legitimate", so he thought that everyone cared as much as he did.
Therefore, he not only pretended to be a loving father, but also deliberately acted as if he was extremely satisfied with Xie Bufeng, and wished that he could inherit the throne in some time. He thought that in this way, Xie Bufeng would patiently wait for him to bestow the throne on him.
Just like every prince in history.
Little did he know that Xie Bufeng, who was born and raised in Suzhou and had never been bound by etiquette and laws, had never cared about "legitimacy" and had no interest in "orthodoxy".
He just knew that if he wanted something, he should just go and get it.
—In fact, Xie Bufeng had already made up his mind to rush back to Taishu Palace and seize the old emperor's position.
The reason why he changed his plan and didn't take action until tonight was that he couldn't help but want to take a look at Wen Qingci in advance.
Countless cavalrymen who were originally stationed outside the city rushed into Taishu Palace shouting.
Go straight to the largest golden palace.
Xie Bufeng's personal soldiers killed anyone who stood in their way, and in a short time, the palace was cleared of blood.
Xie Bufeng just glanced at that place and went to another place.
His destination was the Imperial Medical Bureau located in the imperial palace.
(End of this chapter)