"Let go of my hand!"
"Qingci's hand, is it yours to hold?"
"In public, with Lian and so many people watching, he dared to hold Qingci's hand tightly. Who knows what crazy things he will do behind his back?"
Although he did not hear the conversation between the two, the scene of Xie Bufeng hugging Wen Qingci on the couch once again intruded into Song Junran's mind at an inopportune time.
Thinking of this, he wished he could bite his teeth to pieces.
Every word that Song Junran thought in his mind fell clearly into Xie Bufeng's ears.
But the other party still didn't let go.
Xie Bufeng's fingers were long and his bones were strong as if they were made of cast iron. He effortlessly restrained Wen Qingci's hands with one hand.
The young emperor, dressed in dark cloth, slowly raised his other hand and brushed it across the gauze curtain hanging under his veil.
His movements were extremely gentle and cautious.
It's like caressing Wen Qingci's cheek through a veil, filled with endless longing.
Wen Qingci couldn't help but hold his breath.
The two were too close, so close that Wen Qingci couldn't see Xie Bufeng's face clearly. He could only see the black robe on his chest and his broad shoulders, and hear his shallow breathing.
The ambergris on the fabric is like a thin chain.
Locked the two together.
Xie Bufeng smiled gently.
The slender fingers suddenly stopped in front of Wen Qingci, as if they were about to tear off his white veil.
The person under the veil instinctively closed his eyes at this moment.
Is Xie Bufeng planning to expose his disguise at this moment
Wen Qingci's heart felt like it was being grasped in someone's hand; even jumping became difficult and heavy.
My hands and feet were also cold at this moment.
However, what Wen Qingci had in mind did not happen.
Xie Bufeng's fingers brushed across the gauze curtain reluctantly.
After a pause, he finally turned around and said to everyone, "No need to be polite. Stand up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty—"
call…
Under the veil, Wen Qingci let out a long sigh.
The thin gauze curtain floated up gently along with his unsteady breathing.
Wen Qingci's heart finally began to pump blood to his limbs again.
Song Junran clenched his palms and stood up.
He was standing next to Wen Qingci and saw the whole scene. His face turned pale.
"If you don't leave now, you'll be in danger of falling into the tiger's mouth."
"Tonight, no matter how heavy the rain is, we can't delay!"
Just as he thought of this, a fierce murderous intent suddenly arose behind Song Junran.
A rainstorm is coming, and the air in Lianhe is extremely warm and humid.
But... Song Junran actually felt like he was back in the cold winter at that moment.
He subconsciously looked to his side, but only saw Xie Bufeng's back as he slowly turned around and walked forward.
Was that an illusion just now
"I never knew that the governor was interested in sulfur."
Xie Bufeng's tone was so nonchalant that it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
—Just now, Xie Bufeng had already heard the purpose of the county governor from the voices of the people around him.
The governor of Heliang County was still kneeling on the ground and dared not stand up. When he heard what Xie Bufeng said, he instantly trembled like a sieve.
Although he was not in Yongdu, he had heard a lot of rumors about Xie Bufeng...
After the young emperor ascended the throne, he used thundering means to clear out the stubborn forces in the court and monopolized power.
The methods used to deal with the deposed emperor and Heng Xinwei were even more cruel.
There was a pool of blood under the county magistrate's son.
Xie Bufeng lowered his eyes and frowned in disgust.
Then he suddenly laughed softly: "If that's the case, then I should satisfy the county governor's wish. Let the governor and the young master make meritorious deeds."
“Your Majesty, your Majesty dare not, your Majesty dare not…” The Magistrate of Heliang County could not even utter a complete sentence.
"Someone—"
As soon as Xie Bufeng finished speaking, the guards stepped forward and knelt down to salute.
"Take the governor of Heliang County and his son to the open space outside Lianhe County," Xie Bufeng said with a half-smile, "Since you like it, then let them smell it to their heart's content along with the rats outside the city."
"The fumigation work these days will be done by these two people."
Xie Bufeng's tone was not cold, but after he finished speaking, the Magistrate of Heliang County collapsed to the ground completely.
As for his son, he was sitting there in a daze, not moving a muscle, obviously frightened by Xie Bufeng.
—Although no one had used sulfur fumigation to kill rats before, everyone knew that long-term close contact and breathing of sulfur-containing gases would cause serious poisoning.
The previous few sulfur fumigations were all carried out by Lian and the people in shifts spontaneously. After putting the things away, they would move away from the open space, and each time they would cover their mouths and noses with thick white gauze.
But this time, Xie Bufeng wanted the governor of Heliang County and his son to enjoy the same treatment as the rats.
As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the distance cheered involuntarily.
The sound of "Long live, long live" echoed endlessly throughout Lianhe, making the sound of rain outside the city louder.
—At this moment, they were more excited than anyone else.
The reputation of the current emperor has long spread to this small town.
However, the emperor is far away and the local people never dreamed that one day the current emperor would appear here and deal with the plague personally!
The mountains and forests in the distance had long been submerged in clouds and mist, and the sky was getting darker.
The strong wind brought dark clouds filled with rain towards Lianhe.
The shouts of "Long live the emperor" were deafening.
Xie Bufeng's thoughts were inadvertently pulled back to the north a few years ago.
Amid cheers, he rewarded all the imperial physicians on the trip, and the magistrate of Lianhe County was promoted two ranks and transferred to Yongting Prefecture.
For a time, people's morale was boosted.
Xie Bufeng has been on the throne for more than a year, but today is the first time that Wen Qingci has witnessed up close how he wields his power.
Xie Bufeng stood facing south. The majesty and wrath of the emperor had already been unconsciously integrated into his blood and bones.
He is the sole master of the destiny of all people in the world.
The rainstorm finally swept through the small town.
The people in the open space returned home reluctantly.
But in the blink of an eye, there were only a hundred or so people left here.
The young emperor in black clothes looked up at the sky. After a moment, he slowly turned around, walked to Wen Qingci and said softly, "You guys go back to your residence first and have a good rest today."
Without waiting for the other party to react, he turned around and told his servants to take good care of Wen Qingci and Song Junran, then mounted his horse.
"Go to the outskirts of the city and deal with the food and fodder."
"yes!"
All the food in Lianhe has been destroyed.
The people ate all the food and fodder shipped from nearby prefectures.
Lianhe does not have a large granary, and the food and fodder for the past few days have been stored directly in the courtyard.
It looks like the rain today is heavy.
It is necessary to find a suitable house, plan and store the food and fodder well before the heavy rain soaks them.
To ensure that the newly delivered food and fodder does not deteriorate and mold, and is not targeted by pests again.
—Xie Bufeng came to Lianhe this time with only a few guards.
Although they listened to His Majesty's words, they lacked experience in this area.
In order to ensure that there would be no problems with Lian and the food supplies, Xie Bufeng chose to do it himself just like he did in the army.
"Take care of? You mean look after, right?"
After hearing his words, Song Junran thought with a little disdain.
He has practiced hidden weapons and martial arts for many years, although his martial arts skills are not that strong.
It's more than enough to avoid this group of people.
Unless Xie Bufeng himself was standing outside the house, no one could trap them.
When he turned and walked into the yard, Wen Qingci did not notice that Xie Bufeng suddenly tightened the reins in his hands at this moment.
At the same time, she pursed her thin lips, lowered her eyes and looked deeply at his back.
Xie Bufeng's heart was not as calm as he appeared.
The torrential rain that swept across the entire Lianhe also broke through his skin and flesh at this moment and poured into Xie Bufeng's heart.
The deafening wind and heavy rain were like knives, scraping at his heart.
Xie Bufeng slowly closed his eyes.
"drive-"
He whipped his horse and rushed into the rain.
It was raining heavily, and the cold raindrops were like tiny stones, constantly hitting Xie Bufeng's body.
Airtight.
The cold air instantly brought his memory back to the past.
When they parted on the Yinchuan Grand Canal, Xie Bufeng also braved such heavy rain and crossed half of the Wei Dynasty to go to the north.
Although they were not far away, the relationship between Lianhe County suddenly became more distant than a dream.
Xie Bufeng knew that after returning to the hospital, Song Junran would definitely try his best to take Wen Qingci away from here.
He took this gamble deliberately.
"Please don't leave..."
The rainstorm was like the Milky Way pouring down, washing away Xie Bufeng's voice.
His tone was like begging.
If Wen Qingci doesn't leave this time, I swear to pretend to be by his side for the rest of my life.
Pretending to be no different than most people in this world.
Even if he had to pull out his sharp claws, grind down his sharp teeth, and turn from a lion into a dog, Xie Bufeng would be willing as long as Wen Qingci could stay by his side.
He could even learn to be gentle and polite and become anything Wen Qingci liked.
Not only will it never scare him again.
He even treated his senior brother as a guest of honor.
But if Wen Qingci really left...
Thinking of this, Xie Bufeng suddenly opened his eyes.
The amber eyes slowly narrowed, and his gaze fell into the rain and fog.
Like a sharp sword, it cut through the rain curtain in an instant.
He will never let go again.
He even wanted Wen Qingci to fall in love with his true self.
A true self who is no longer pretending.
A smile suddenly appeared on Xie Bufeng's lips.
When he left the county government office just now, he did not say "goodbye" to Wen Qingci.
Because Xie Bufeng knew that they would never be separated again.
—
Inside the Lianhe County Government Office.
"Let's go!" Song Junran pushed Wen Qingci back into the house, then turned around and closed the door tightly.
The emperor went on a private tour to Lianhe this time and did not bring many people with him.
But the damn Heliang County Magistrate just now brought a bunch of servants with him!
Xie Bufeng did not take them to the outskirts of the city, but instead asked them to stay here.
The county government office was not very big to begin with, and now it was completely packed with people.
"How to get there?" Wen Qingci asked subconsciously.
As if answering his question, Wen Qingci's voice had just fallen when a "creak" sound came from behind him.
Song Junran pushed open the window at the back of the cabin.
Then he turned around and said to Wen Qingci quickly, "Although there are many servants outside, their martial arts skills are only mediocre. First, use Qinggong to leave the house, and then go to the people in the suburbs to buy a raincoat for a fast horse. Just grit your teeth and bear it, and we will reach Yongting tonight."
Thinking of his junior brother's physical condition, Song Junran couldn't help but hesitate.
But the hesitation only lasted for a few seconds before he threw it out of his mind.
-Don’t be entangled with it anymore. If you continue to be entangled with it, who knows what Xie Bufeng will do to Wen Qingci!
"But… "
Wen Qingci's heart was in chaos.
Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, but in the blink of an eye they became a tangled mess.
He instinctively wanted to reject Song Junran.
But reason told me that it was right to stay away from Xie Bufeng and treat the person I met in Lianhe this time as just an ordinary inspector.
The Lianhe incident was just a small episode in life.
It’s time to get back on track and return to the valley.
"No buts."
Song Junran sighed softly, he turned around and looked deeply at Wen Qingci: "... The thing that Dad regretted most in his life was getting involved in the affairs of Yongdu. Qingci, you have to know... no matter how famous the name of 'Divine Doctor Valley' is, we are just quack doctors. We never belong to the same world as those nobles in Yongdu."
"I know you may feel a little sorry for him. But you have to remember that when you met Xie Bufeng, he was just the unpopular eldest prince, but now he... I'm afraid he is no longer the same as before." Song Junran said almost gritting his teeth.
"His Majesty the Emperor controls the world, and no one in the world is qualified to pity him."
Song Junran and Wen Qingci have known each other since childhood, and Song Junran knows his fellow apprentice well.
He saw the confusion in Wen Qingci's eyes and guessed what Wen Qingci was thinking.
The strong wind brought heavy rain into the house.
But in the blink of an eye, the hems of their clothes were wet.
The long-lost cold air seeped into the skin.
Are my feelings towards Xie Bufeng “pitiful”
The image of the young man kneeling alone in the snow appeared in Wen Qingci's mind again.
He thought himself pitiful for not being able to meet Xie.
But that feeling... is it just pity
The heavy rain forced Wen Qingqi to think about this question that he had never thought about before.
The next moment, Wen Qingci's heart suddenly felt empty.
“… I know.” He muttered to himself.
Under the cover of the heavy rain outside the window, Song Junran couldn't help but raise his voice a few notches: "... Besides, besides, his recent behavior is actually all fake, can't you see it?"
"Qingci, you've never even seen his true nature."
"…Are you not afraid of all this? Are you just a coward?"
No, Xie Bufeng’s kindness to the people these days was not fake—Wen Qingci instinctively wanted to refute.
But before he opened his mouth, he suddenly remembered that Xie Bufeng and his senior brother had acted a little strange since he woke up from his coma last time.
There were even fragments of porcelain bowls in the room.
Combined with what Senior Brother just said... He seems to know something
Wen Qingci couldn't help but feel scared for a moment.
Before my senior brother said this, I almost forgot how dangerous Xie Bufeng was.
If Xie Bufeng reveals his true nature one day, will I still be able to get along well with him
Am I really like Ye Gong who loves dragons as Song Junran said
Wen Qingci didn’t know.
He didn't have enough time to think about this problem clearly.
"Okay, there's no time—" Without waiting for Wen Qingci to figure it out, Song Junran immediately dragged his fellow apprentice out of the window.
Although his other martial arts except for hidden weapons and light skills are average, he is much stronger than Wen Qingci after all.
Song Junran pulled Wen Qingci out without much effort.
The heavy rain washed away Wen Qingci's chaotic thoughts and forced him to calm down.
There were no servants guarding the backyard, and the rainy night masked all sounds.
Before anyone could react, two pale figures, like stars, flew over the roof and headed towards the other side of Lianhe.
The two men went all the way out of the city and spent a lot of money to buy a straw raincoat and a low-quality horse from a farmer's house on the edge of Lianhe.
Then he continued to walk through the mountains and forests, heading towards Yongting Prefecture in the dark.
Little by little, they left the town where Xie Bufeng was.
At the hour of Chou, Xie Bufeng and his group finally arranged for food and fodder and returned to the county government office.
The rainstorm has not stopped yet, as if someone has poked a hole in the sky.
Xie Bufeng dismounted from his horse, ignored the servants who were saluting him in the yard, and walked quickly into the room.
The black clothes had already been completely soaked by the heavy rain and were tightly wrapped around Xie Bufeng's body.
He walked quickly to the eaves, then suddenly stopped and slowly raised his hand.
—Through the window, you can see that the room is dark and there is no light.
Xie Bufeng took a deep breath.
Maybe... Wen Qingci just fell asleep.
It was already midnight, and it would be unusual if the lights were on in his room.
The cold raindrops slid across Xie Bufeng's cheeks and hit the mud under the eaves.
He finally mustered up the courage and lowered his hand.
“Knock knock.”
The gentle knock on the door was swallowed up by the heavy rain.
"... Wen Qingci?" Xie Bufeng couldn't help holding his breath, waiting for a response, "Qingci, have you rested?"
There was endless tenderness in his tone.
The room was silent.
Xie Bufeng's heart also calmed down a little bit.
After pausing for a few seconds, he couldn't help but increase the intensity of his hand movements.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
The knocking on the door grew louder and louder.
Waves of sound echoed in the rainy night.
Even the entire door frame began to shake with Xie Bufeng's movements.
No one in the room responded.
And the expectations in his heart were extinguished along with the silence at this moment.
Xie Bufeng slowly lowered his eyes and smiled, murmuring over and over again: "I knew it, I knew it..."
Song Junran tricked Wen Qingci away again.
But this time, Xie Bufeng was well prepared.
The muscles in his arms suddenly tensed up, and with a loud bang, the already rotten wooden door could no longer hold on and opened completely.
"really."
The room was empty, there was nothing in it.
But Xie Bufeng was not angry. He suddenly lowered his head and laughed softly in the quiet and empty room.
"Qingci, I have tried my best."
I have tried my best to hide my claws and disguise myself as you like.
But I seem to have failed.
The only audience member has left, and there is no need to continue the play.
“… See you in a few days.”
The crazy magma in Xie Bufeng's heart did not cool down or disappear despite his gritting his teeth to suppress it day after day.
Instead, they are piled up in one place, waiting for the moment of eruption.
Xie Bufeng looked around and quickly walked out of the room.
"Someone—"
A row of servants dressed in black knelt in front of him.
Xie Bufeng looked up at the rain, closed his eyes and said solemnly: "My old illness has relapsed, and the imperial physician is helpless. It's a pity that the doctor left here overnight without saying goodbye."
“… I’d like to trouble you to ‘invite’ them back.” Xie Bufeng’s voice was as soft as a whisper.
Xie Bufeng, dressed in black, blended into the night.
The sound was also shattered by the raindrops and became unclear.
It's hard to discern his emotions.
Your Majesty is ill?!
But... but wasn't he fine just now
The servant couldn't help but secretly look up at Xie Bufeng.
Just then, a thunderclap flashed across the sky. With the help of the cold light, the attendant saw that Xie Bufeng's lips suddenly showed some blood color...
There was no time to think about the meaning of Xie Bufeng's words. The servant immediately kowtowed and hurriedly gathered his men and horses to head out of the city.
However, just as he was about to leave the courtyard, Xie Bufeng suddenly spoke again: "Don't be too anxious after you find the person, you must take good care of the doctor."
“Remember to be polite and not pushy,” he said.
Can't force it
What if he doesn't want to come with me
Although he had doubts in his heart, the attendant still immediately obeyed the order and kept Xie Bufeng's words in mind: "Yes, Your Majesty!"
The sound of horse hooves, overcoming the heavy rain, woke up Lian He who was sleeping soundly.
The servants did not dare to delay and immediately searched carefully along the way.
At the same time, several people immediately turned around and went to the county magistrate's private residence in the heavy rain to invite the imperial physician who was temporarily living there.
*
Xie Bufeng walked slowly back to his room.
He hadn't rested for almost a day, and now the fatigue was overwhelming him like a mountain.
But Xie Bufeng did not rest immediately.
He took out a small wooden box from the closet.
This box, like "Xinglin Jie'e", was brought by Xie Bufeng from Yongdu.
His fingers slowly stroked the surface of the box.
After a pause of a few seconds, Xie Bufeng opened it.
If Wen Qingci were here now, he would definitely be able to recognize that the contents of this box are all the old things that he left behind in the Imperial Medical Bureau in Yongdu when he escaped.
Most of them are ready-made prescriptions.
Restore Yang, rescue from adverse condition, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, calm the mind and soothe the nerves.
Although the number is small, the variety is very complete.
This should have been done when he was under house arrest in the Imperial Medical Bureau and was bored.
In addition to this, there are a few pills.
Wen Qingci didn't like pills, so he didn't keep many.
Xie Bufeng poured out a few pills at random and examined them carefully between his fingertips.
On the day of Fengshan, he was stabbed by a poisonous sword, and was finally saved by Wen Qingci's own blood.
That day, Tian Qingci almost bled to death.
So until now, Xie Bufeng's physique is still special.
Although he was not immune to all poisons, ordinary poisons would not take his life in a short period of time. During the past year or so, Xie Bufeng read the book left by Wen Qingci over and over again.
Although he didn't understand medicine, he recognized the names of these pills.
Without exception, all of these are poisonous.
There was no candle lit in the house, only a little moonlight struggled to penetrate the clouds and rain, and shone into the room.
Without any hesitation, Xie Bufeng poured all the pills in his hand into his mouth.
And swallowed it with the cold tea on the table.
The bitterness instantly melted away in Xie Bufeng's throat.
But the people sitting alone nearby laughed softly.
His eyes were full of anticipation.
“… Come back and save me, please.” He murmured.
Xie Bufeng's voice echoed alone in the room.
You see, I didn't lie to you, I am really sick.
—He said softly in his heart.
—
Before dawn, Wen Qingci and Song Junran had already arrived at Yongting Prefecture.
But this time, the two did not stay in the city's medical clinic as usual, but went straight past Yongting Prefecture without stopping and went to another small town nearby called "Futao".
It was not until this time that Song Junran felt relieved and took his junior brother to temporarily stay in an inconspicuous inn.
The two men left in a hurry, taking nothing with them except a medicine box and some silver.
After settling Wen Qingci, Song Junran went around shopping without stopping.
At this time, it was already evening of the next day.
Summer rainstorms come quickly and go away quickly.
Except for the faint traces of water on the bluestone slabs of the street, everything else showed no trace of the heavy rain.
Futao is not big, with only a few streets.
Song Junran bought some clean clothes and returned to the inn without staying any longer.
Although he was covered with a straw raincoat along the way, Wen Qingci's clothes were still mostly wet.
After running around all night, his head felt a little dizzy and numb.
Wen Qingci took a hot bath in the inn, changed his clothes, and then fell into a deep sleep.
I don’t know how long I slept.
In his dream, he returned to Yongdu.
Then you will see the young Xie Bufeng being forced to kneel by the guards, waiting for him to feed him medicine.
A moment later, he was seen riding a war horse, accompanied by cheers, passing through the streets of Changyuan Town in Beidi and heading towards the Gobi Desert.
After a while, Wen Qingci actually... saw some red marks on his arms.
This dream was extremely chaotic.
"What do you want to do—"
"I have reserved all the rooms on this floor. How could someone come here uninvited?"
"…People from the government? Oh, people from the government can be unreasonable?"
Song Junran's voice penetrated the wooden door and faintly reached Wen Qingci's ears.
At first Wen Qingci thought he was still dreaming, but the moment he opened his eyes with great effort, the voice in his ears became clearer and clearer.
"I'll say it again, the person you are looking for is not here." Song Junran's tone was a little impatient, as if he was starting to chase people away.
Who are you talking to, brother
Wen Qingci thought in a daze.
He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked out through the gap in the bed curtains.
There were several unfamiliar figures reflected on the stained glass window.
The light outside was a little blinding.
It seemed like I had slept a whole night and now it was already early morning of the next day.
After hesitating for a moment, Wen Qingci slowly got up, changed his clothes and put on the veil placed beside the bed again.
More and more people gathered outside the door, and judging by their shadows, there seemed to be more than a dozen of them.
After checking other places, the officers and soldiers all gathered here which was never open.
Song Junran was still arguing loudly with them.
Senior brother never speaks so loudly.
what is it today
Wen Qingci paused for a moment and immediately realized that the people outside were all coming for him!
The reason why Song Junran shouted so loudly was to wake himself up.
This time, he was completely awake.
Wen Qingci immediately turned around and walked towards the window.
As soon as he pushed open the wooden window, he found that the streets were full of soldiers at some point, and now even a fly could hardly fly out.
This is a bit too much of a fuss.
Wen Qingci's heart suddenly tightened.
"… We are just following orders, and we hope you will cooperate." There was already a hint of impatience in the voice of the person outside the door.
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and said to the store owner: "No need to say more, just open the door."
"Yes Yes… "
Then, there was a crisp sound of metal collision outside the door.
The store owner must be looking for the key.
At this moment, footsteps were finally heard in the room.
Forget it, life and death are determined by fate.
Wen Qingci let out a long sigh, then made up his mind and said directly: "No need to bother."
When leaving, his mind was in a mess, but halfway through, Wen Qingci remembered: Xie Bufeng could hear the evil thoughts in people’s hearts…
There is no need to guess, you can tell that senior brother definitely doesn't have a good impression of Xie Bufeng.
Song Junran had already been planning his escape, and Xie Bufeng might have heard the entire plan from his mind long ago, and knew where he and his senior brother planned to stay.
He is the king of a country. Isn't it easy for him to find the two people by following the map
Wen Qingci's voice is clear but slightly hoarse.
Before the people outside the room could react, the door was slowly pushed open from the inside.
A figure dressed in white and wearing a veil appeared before them.
The people outside were stunned.
This person's attire seems to be the same as described
Why did Junior Brother come out
Song Junran also clenched his sleeves in an instant, and his face became extremely ugly.
no problem, no problem…
He repeatedly told himself that the martial arts skills of these servants were very mediocre. Although they had found this place, he and his junior fellow apprentice could get rid of them just by using lightness skills.
At this moment, a servant dressed in dark blue clothes and carrying a long sword suddenly walked quickly from the other side of the corridor.
His footsteps sounded a little hurried.
Unlike the group of local Futao officers and soldiers around, the man who came was one of the attendants who went from Yongdu to Lianhe with Xie Bufeng.
After spending so many days together, he recognized the two people at a glance.
The man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward quickly, fell to his knees with a plop, and said in a trembling voice: "Gentlemen, I have been looking for you for a long time!"
Before the other party could react, he immediately gritted his teeth, raised his head, and said with difficulty: "To be honest, His Majesty... His Majesty's old illness has relapsed. The situation is probably not good."
Xie Bufeng, old illness? I think he is ten thousand times stronger than my junior fellow apprentice!
He can't even find an excuse.
"Huh?" After hearing his words, Song Junran immediately said disdainfully, "Don't lie to me, I can tell you..."
However, before he could finish his words, Wen Qingci interrupted him: "What do you think happened to His Majesty?"
Wen Qingci's heart suddenly tightened.
The left hand that he had just raised with difficulty to touch the door frame fell down at this moment.
He saw that the nervousness on the servant's face was not fake.
Seeing Wen Qingci's question, the attendant recalled his colleague's description and said, "Your Majesty, he suddenly vomited blood at night. The palace doctors couldn't do anything. Your Majesty said that his illness... can only be cured by you."
Worried that Wen Qingci would refuse, he could not help but add: "An attendant saw it with his own eyes! Dark red blood flowed from His Majesty's lips."
After saying this, the attendant carefully raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Qingci.
The slightly swaying veil reveals the owner's mood.
He didn't seem to be in a relaxed mood either.
"So the emperor told you to take him back?" Song Junran, who thought he had seen through Xie Bufeng's tricks, said with disdain, "Pretending to be sick and playing misery? When did His Majesty the emperor learn such despicable tactics?"
Unexpectedly, the servant's answer was different from what Song Junran expected.
"No," he answered truthfully through gritted teeth, "Your Majesty said that we cannot force you."
Song Junran was choked back: "...Okay." He was so cruel.
Just as the two were struggling over the truth, Wen Qingci spoke again:
"Apart from vomiting blood, what other symptoms do you have?"
"Has the imperial physician examined my pulse? If so, what did he say?"
"How is your Majesty doing now? Is he still in Lianhe?"
Wen Qingci's tone was a little anxious, and he asked a lot of questions in one breath. However, after hearing his words, the servants looked confused.
After thinking for a moment, the other party could only shake his head truthfully: "I didn't inquire about these."
"… I only know that your majesty is seriously ill and Lianhe has no medicine to use. Therefore, I have returned to Yongdu for treatment."
Lianhe is just a small county surrounded by mountains. The medicinal herbs in the city are only the most basic and common ones, almost all of which are used to treat plague and cannot relieve Xie Bufeng's symptoms at all.
The plague has just been eradicated, but it is not clear whether there are any remnants.
Moreover, Xie Bufeng's identity has been exposed, and it is too dangerous to stay there.
Therefore, after some deliberation, everyone followed the imperial physician's suggestion and left the place early and rode back to Yongdu as fast as they could.
After he finished speaking, the attendant gritted his teeth and kowtowed three times to Wen Qingci: "I hope you won't embarrass us, sir."
His voice was extremely difficult.
In the eyes of these servants, vomiting blood is a serious illness.
The fact that His Majesty coughed up blood should have shocked the whole government and the public.
After the Lianhe incident, they naturally admired Wen Qingci.
And the emperor did order "no force".
But comparing the two, it is obvious that His Majesty’s health is the most important.
If the doctor refuses, they will have no choice but to resort to courtesy before force.
In short, no matter how hard we try, we must bring the doctor to Yongdu!
Wen Qingci and Song Junran both saw what he was planning.
The two couldn't help but look at each other.
After a moment, Song Junran said coldly:
"We went to Lianhe with good intentions to help the imperial court deal with the plague, but we didn't expect that you people from Yongdu would repay your kindness with hatred like this?"
"Pretending to be sick, he's the one who came up with this idea."
His words were full of sarcasm.
The guard remained silent.
For a moment, the inn was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"good."
In the silence, the sound seemed particularly abrupt.
"What, what?" The servant was stunned for a moment. He thought he had heard it wrong and raised his head blankly.
Wen Qingci clenched his palms without knowing when. After leaving Lianhe, he only wore a veil without a white veil, and his voice was no longer as vague as before: "We will go back to Yongdu with you."
"Junior brother! Are you crazy?" Song Junran's eyes widened instantly.
Wen Qingci lowered his eyes and said softly: "He didn't lie to me"
"But-"
Wen Qingci shook his head gently, lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only Song Junran could hear: "Brother, don't worry. If Xie Bufeng is not sick and all this is a scam, then I will leave the palace immediately and not stay for a moment longer."
His voice is still as clear and gentle as ever.
But Song Junran could tell that his junior brother's tone was firm and he was definitely not joking.
"…Okay," Song Junran was no longer anxious when he thought of this, "I'll go to Yongdu with you."
Wen Qingci has always been soft-hearted and has never tolerated harsh treatment.
The more I tried to stop him, the less he listened.
Song Junran firmly believed that Xie Bufeng was definitely pretending.
Once Junior Brother has examined his pulse, he will understand this person's hypocritical nature.
The lightness skill of the Divine Doctor Valley is not just for show.
If Wen Qingci cannot escape from Taishu Palace by then, I will try my best to get him out of there!
The carriage drove along the official road and headed north.
Inside the car, Wen Qingci couldn't help but lower his eyes and tightly grasped the medicine box.
Outside the carriage, there were attendants riding fast horses, heading towards Yongdu ahead of the carriage.
A few days later, Yongdu.
The attendant in blue clothes knelt at the foot of the long steps in the side hall of the Imperial Medical Bureau, looking dusty and exhausted.
The wind blew through the bead curtain, making a crackling sound.
The emperor, dressed in black, was hidden behind the swaying pearl curtain and the smoke from the Boshan furnace.
The hall was filled with the bitter aroma of medicine.
The servant kneeling below could only see a vague dark figure.
"What else did the doctor say?"
The low voice echoed again and again in the empty hall.
Xie Bufeng's tone was plain, but his pauses were filled with oppression.
The servant's clothes were soaked with cold sweat without him noticing.
He was kneeling on one knee, his knee was shaking, and he was almost collapsing to the ground.
The attendant racked his brains: "He, he doesn't talk much, but... he seemed a little panicked when he heard that you were sick."
After he said this, he realized that he was answering a question that was not related to the question, and subconsciously wanted to slap himself.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the bead curtain started to crackle again.
—The emperor hidden behind the smoke suddenly sat up straight.
"Why is he panicking?" Xie Bufeng's tone suddenly became anxious. "What did he say? How do you know he was panicking?"
ah
The attendant was stunned for a moment, and he stuttered as he was already half frightened out of his wits by Xie Bufeng: "He...his hand was originally on the door frame, and after hearing that you were sick, he suddenly fell down heavily."
At the critical moment of life and death, the memories of a few days ago suddenly became clear.
The attendant added: "He also kept asking about your symptoms and whether the imperial physician had made a diagnosis."
Wen Qingci has always been gentle and calm at all times.
But he would actually become flustered because of me
Xie Bufeng couldn't believe it for a moment: "Are you serious?"
"really!"
"… well."
Xie Bufeng was like a drowning man who had grabbed his last straw.
Wen Qingci cares about himself.
Xie Bufeng's heart, which had become numb due to waiting, came back to life at this moment.
“How did he ask about symptoms?”
The servant's neatly trimmed nails pierced deeply into his palms.
He answered while trying to recall.
"Ahem..."
Xie Bufeng suddenly started coughing at this time. Although he would not be easily killed by the poison, after a few days, the medicine gradually took effect.
A thin stream of blood flowed out from Xie Bufeng's lips.
The attendant stopped immediately.
"Go on." Xie Bufeng just casually wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his finger.
"Yes Yes… "
The pain in my chest and lungs hasn't gone away yet.
As the servant described, Xie Bufeng slowly closed his eyes and laughed.
Although separated by thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
But he seemed to have smelled the bitter fragrance at this moment.
(End of this chapter)