Wen Qingci's voice was blown away by the night wind.
Along with the crisp sound of the bird-scare bell under the eaves, it fell into Xie Bufeng's heart.
Say goodbye to him, are you willing to stay here
Xie Bufeng has become accustomed to being abandoned.
However, at the moment when he had given up hope, Wen Qingci... gently held his hand.
At this moment, the thin ice covering the amber pupils suddenly shattered.
The numb heart began to beat again.
He lost his usual calmness and composure.
At this moment, there was a hint of confusion in Xie Bufeng's eyes.
He stood there, at a loss like a child.
He even forgot to continue holding Wen Qingci in his arms.
Another gust of night wind blew, and Wen Qingci couldn't help but cough lightly twice.
He patted the back of Xie Bufeng's hand and said softly, "Your Majesty, let's go."
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Xie Bufeng to react, Wen Qingci slowly turned around and picked up the lantern placed under the eaves.
He bent down, lit it, and headed towards the backyard.
A dim light was lit under his hands.
It fell into his hands like a star.
Seeing Xie Bufeng still standing there motionless, Wen Qingci finally couldn't help but smile, turned around and asked Xie Bufeng softly: "Your Majesty, aren't you leaving yet?"
Wen Qingci had already walked to the gate of the courtyard.
Just as he was about to go out, he heard footsteps behind him.
Xie Bufeng quickly followed, and the moment he walked out of the courtyard, he took Wen Qingci's left hand, which was hanging by his side, in his palm.
He moved very cautiously, not even daring to use force, for fear of alarming the people around him.
Wen Qingci's fingers trembled slightly.
But this time, he did not let go.
Instead, he slowly exerted force and shook Xie Bufeng's hand.
The lights illuminated the long palace road to the Imperial Medical Bureau.
It illuminated Xie Bufeng's cheeks and the curve at the corners of his lips that remained for a long time.
Since Wen Qingci's "death", Xie Bufeng moved the political center of Taishu Palace to the small Imperial Medical Bureau.
The original Imperial Medical Bureau was forced to move.
Although the new Imperial Medical Bureau is larger in area, it is not as convenient as the old one.
On the second day after Wen Qingci decided to stay in Taishu Palace, Xie Bufeng, who had always been stubborn and willful, listened to him and moved memorials and other items out of the front yard of the Imperial Medical Bureau and returned the place to the imperial doctors.
After being silent for nearly two years, the courtyard finally became lively again.
Eunuchs and palace maids came in and out, moving things back to their original places and arranging them neatly.
They were finally no longer as frightened and timid as before, not daring to make a sound.
The camphor pine medicine cabinet was filled to the brim.
While storing the medicinal materials, the imperial doctors could not help but look outside the door.
There was excitement in their eyes that was hard to conceal, as well as a hint of fear.
Wen Qingci is here too.
At this time, he was standing under the tree, talking softly to Yu Guanlin.
Without the veil to cover her, that pure and elegant face was finally revealed without any obstruction.
Skin that has not seen the light for a long time becomes paler, making the black pupils darker and the cinnabar mole more vivid.
The languor and sickness on his body made him look even more ethereal, as if he was about to ascend to heaven in the next second...
There were only a few dozen people here last night.
What happened that night spread throughout the Taishu Palace in an instant.
Is Wen Qingci not dead, or... is he resurrected from the dead
If you look closely, you can see that many people in the Imperial Medical Bureau have dark circles under their eyes.
Apparently they had been thinking about this problem all night.
I still haven't guessed the answer yet.
Especially the young imperial physician who came here to deliver medicine all day, he was completely out of shape.
He never dreamed that his colleague coming from Songxiu Mansion would be Wen Qingci!
The young doctor in bright blue official uniform was so busy stealing glances at Wen Qingci that he almost tripped over the threshold.
Although he managed to maintain his balance, the thing in his hand still fell heavily to the ground with his movement.
"boom-"
The copper incense burner rolled down the steps.
It gurgled around for several times and finally stopped at Wen Qingci's feet.
Dressed in moon-white, he paused for a moment, then slowly bent down and picked up the thing.
At this time, the imperial physician finally came to his senses and walked quickly to Wen Qingci.
"Hold, I'm sorry Master Wen."
Wen Qingci smiled lightly and handed the incense burner back to him: "Why are you so polite?"
The gentle and clear voice brought the imperial physician back to his senses.
He was stunned at first, then he rubbed his hands heavily on his hem twice, then took the incense burner very solemnly, and finally bowed to Wen Qingci and said: "I am Huo Yike, your humble servant, and I greet you, Mr. Hanlin!"
To be able to work in the Imperial Medical Bureau, one must have some ability and a passion for medicine.
When they were not familiar with each other before, he was more afraid of Wen Qingci.
At this time, he, who had spent some time with Wen Qingci without knowing his identity, felt more admiration and worship for him.
After speaking, Huo Yike paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath, lowered his head and said in one breath: "My lord, please do not bear grudges. I hope you will... uh, not mind what I said in the past. I was just joking, really, it was all a joke!"
His face was full of regret, and after he finished speaking, he wished he could kowtow to Wen Qingci a few times.
It would have been fine if he didn't mention it, but once he mentioned Wen Qingci, he remembered all the rumors about himself and Xie Bufeng...
For example, Wen Qingci only heard from Huo Yike these few days that after his "death", Xie Bufeng had locked him in the bedroom with his corpse and did not come out all night.
Huo Yike's description at that time was indeed a bit ambiguous.
When Wen Qingci couldn't help but refute, he specifically added that this was a secret known to everyone in Taishu Palace.
Wen Qingci, who was used to being covered by a veil, was not as good at keeping a straight face as before.
His face flushed slightly, and he pretended to be nonchalant and changed the subject: "It's okay. You don't have to be polite with me. If you have any problems in the future, you can bring them to me and discuss them with me as before."
"No, no," Huo Yike immediately shook his head and said excitedly, "It's not a discussion, it should be the adults who guide us!"
The two did not deliberately lower their voices.
Hearing this conversation, several imperial doctors not far away couldn't help but come over.
They rushed to introduce themselves to Wen Qingci and greet him.
Especially those who had been to Lianhe together took the opportunity to get closer to Wen Qingci.
—The plague in Lianhe was solved by dissecting the bodies to find out the cause.
Through this incident, they, as the beneficiaries, gradually let go of their prejudices.
The conversation between the Queen Mother and Wen Qingci yesterday had already spread out.
Knowing that Wen Qingci was going to stay in the Imperial Medical Bureau, they naturally thought that he planned to accept a disciple here.
"…I wonder if Master Wen is willing to accept me as a disciple?"
"It would be a great pity if no one inherits your medical knowledge!"
Yu Guanlin, who was standing aside, also stroked his beard slowly and asked Wen Qingci with a smile: "Yes, since Master Wen has decided to stay, why not find an apprentice to pass on his medical knowledge."
Hearing Yu Guanlin's words, everyone immediately nodded.
Wen Qingci smiled and slowly looked at the crowd.
There are clear levels of hierarchy within the Imperial Medical Bureau, and those who can come here today are all doctors of the seventh rank or above.
Ninety percent of them are older than Wen Qingci.
Being stared at with admiring eyes by this group of people, Wen Qingci was a little uncomfortable...
He looked away.
After a pause, he said, "I have no intention of accepting any apprentices."
"this… "
Don’t you want to accept disciples
The smiles on the faces around them suddenly froze.
Even Yu Guanlin couldn't help but look at Wen Qingci with a little confusion.
In this era, medicine, like all other trades, was passed down from master to apprentice.
After becoming an apprentice, the master will teach you his experience step by step.
For Wen Qingci... this system is too closed and fragile.
On the contrary, in the Valley of Divine Doctors, there is a teaching model similar to that of a private school.
If you want to spread medical skills, this is the best way.
Wen Qingci smiled slowly and said softly, "To be honest, I plan to open a private school in the Imperial Medical Bureau."
"Open a school!" Huo Yike couldn't help but repeat his words.
The next second he realized that he shouldn't speak to Wen Qingci in such a tone.
But fortunately, the other party didn't seem to mind.
At this moment, all the imperial doctors around stopped their work and looked at Wen Qingci in unison.
My already excited mood suddenly became even more intense.
"Yes," Wen Qingci nodded gently, and he slowly told his plan, "The master-apprentice teaching is too inefficient, the scale is too small, and it is easy to become complacent. Opening a private school to teach in different subjects will be more systematic."
The memories of studying in medical school in his previous life once again became clear in Yu Wen Qingci's mind.
But in just a few words, he had already sketched the picture in his mind.
Wen Qingci's ideas are indeed not in line with tradition.
However, it ignited everyone's passion in an instant.
After a few seconds of silence, the Imperial Medical Bureau became completely excited:
"well!"
"When does Master Wen plan to start?"
"Is the private school located here?"
The imperial physicians were so enthusiastic that they couldn't wait to give the lecture today.
Hearing the chattering discussions around him, Wen Qingci belatedly realized that he had already planned everything, but had forgotten the most important thing - reporting it to the current emperor.
The Imperial Medical Bureau is the core medical system of the empire.
To the general public, this move is almost a reform.
"… This matter has not yet been decided," Wen Qingci added hastily after thinking about the point just now, "I will report to Your Majesty before a decision can be made."
"No need to go through so much trouble."
"No, no, this matter is of great importance and His Majesty must know before we can proceed."
Wen Qingci said this subconsciously, and then realized that the voice that answered him just now seemed familiar...
He turned around blankly, and then saw Xie Bufeng, who had just left the court, walking into the courtyard in a black dragon robe and standing behind him with a smile.
Then, in front of many imperial doctors, he openly took off his dark black robe with a dragon pattern on it and gently draped it over Wen Qingci's shoulders.
"From now on, you don't need to ask me about such trivial matters," Xie Bufeng said softly while carefully straightening Wen Qingci's collar. "Autumn is coming soon. Wear more clothes to avoid catching a cold. This is the most important thing."
The familiar ambergris enveloped Wen Qingci.
His cheeks instantly flushed lightly.
The imperial doctors surrounding them immediately turned their gazes away, unable to resist gossiping but not daring to look any further.
Only Yu Guanlin, who was old and had difficulty walking, heard that their wise and powerful Majesty, who controlled the lives of countless people, actually lowered his voice and whispered to Wen Qingci at this moment:
"Since you have decided to open a school, you must teach everyone... This year, I have read the medical books you left behind and have become interested in medicine. I will also come to the school and listen to your lectures. Would you be unwilling?"
Yu Guanlin did not hear what Wen Qingci answered.
The old doctor who had worked in the Imperial Medical Bureau for his entire life could only be sure that Xie Bufeng was not interested in medicine at all.
It was obvious that he was interested in the gentleman who taught medicine!
Otherwise, why haven't I seen him talk to me about medicine in the past year
Hiss... I don't know if I'm overthinking it.
Why do the two words "Ai Qing" sound a bit strange
—
Although Xie Bufeng still has some residual poison that has not been eliminated, as the king of a country, handling government affairs is the most important thing.
That afternoon, Xie Bufeng was unwillingly sent by Wen Qingci to review memorials.
After some bargaining, Xie Bufeng used the excuse that "the imperial study had not been renovated yet" and continued to stay in the small courtyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau, where he and Wen Qingci worked together to handle official business.
At the same time, Yu Guanlin also came here and discussed the matter of opening a school with Wen Qingci.
The small wooden window was propped up by a fork.
In late summer and early autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the temperature is neither hot nor cold.
Wen Qingci simply asked someone to set up a table in the courtyard, and he and Yu Guanlin sat on both sides of the table.
There is a faint scent of osmanthus in the air.
The hot tea produced wisps of smoke that danced before my eyes.
It was not until the eunuch's voice came from outside the courtyard that Wen Qingci finally briefly shifted his attention away from the matter.
"—His Royal Highness Prince Heng has arrived, and Her Royal Highness the Princess has arrived."
Hearing these two unfamiliar names, Wen Qingci paused for a moment before realizing that the eunuch was talking about Xie Guanzhi and Xie Fuyin.
He couldn't help but stand up and look outside the courtyard.
I heard his voice before I saw him.
The next second Wen Qingci heard the sound of "patter patter" footsteps coming from Gongdao.
Before Wen Qingci and Yu Guanlin could salute, Xie Fuyin appeared outside the courtyard gate carrying a small basket.
Wen Qingci saw that the basket contained not hay for feeding rabbits, but a few peaches.
"Mr. Wen! This is what Fu Yin picked. Try it—"
She jumped over the threshold with her legs together, picked up a peach from the basket and handed it to Wen Qingci.
Then, as if presenting a treasure, he said: "I picked this myself, Mr. Wen, try it, it's really delicious!"
Xie Fuyin is still a child after all.
She was wearing a palace dress and was almost tripped by a stone on the ground.
“Be careful!”
Fortunately, Wen Qingci reacted quickly. He had already stood up, took two steps forward, and gently held Xie Fuyin in his arms.
At the same time, he took the peach from the other person's hand.
There were still some water droplets on the peach, obviously it had just been washed.
Children's focus is always different from adults'.
The news of Wen Qingci spread throughout Yongdu within a day.
Everyone was curious about whether Wen Qingci's "resurrection from the dead" was due to the secret technique of the Divine Doctor Valley, or because His Majesty really prayed to the gods and Buddhas that day.
But Xie Fuyin only knew that Mr. Wen, who used to play with him, was back again.
She was not scared by the fact that she almost fell. Instead, she hugged Wen Qingci's neck and laughed.
"That's great, that's great!" The little girl's face was filled with happiness. She blinked her amber eyes and said to Wen Qingci, "Mr. Wen, try it!"
At last, he hugged Wen Qingci tightly again and repeated happily: "Mr. Wen is really back!"
Seeing her appearance, Wen Qingci couldn't help but laugh.
Then he gently hugged Xie Fuyin back before letting the little girl go.
"Okay, thank you, Princess." Wen Qingci took a bite very obediently.
The next second, the sweet juice filled my mouth.
At this time, Xie Guanzhi, who was following behind, also walked into the yard.
The enthronement ceremony is about to come, and there are many things to do.
Just like when Xie Bufeng succeeded to the throne, the ceremonial dress for the enthronement ceremony was also prepared by the Queen Mother.
After attending court, Xie Guanzhi went to Huixin Palace to discuss the matter with the Queen Mother.
At the end, the Queen Mother asked him if he had any plans for the future.
He casually answered, "Go see Lord Wen," and Xie Fuyin followed him like a little follower.
Unlike Xie Fuyin who was only focused on excitement, Xie Guanzhi's eyes turned red as soon as he stood outside the yard.
He sniffed and stepped forward.
It must be said that the house arrest in the imperial temple did make Xie Guanzhi mature a lot.
If he were a teenager, he would definitely throw a tantrum and ask Wen Qingci why, if he was not dead, he was hiding from everyone in Yongdu and wearing a veil on his head and refusing to recognize everyone.
But now, although he still didn't know how Wen Qingci came back to life, he vaguely understood why the other party was wearing a veil.
—Wen Qingci’s identity as a “medicine man” had already spread throughout Yongdu.
It was too dangerous for him to stay here with his identity exposed.
Therefore, after approaching, the first thing Xie Guanzhi said was: "Your Majesty has dealt with a lot of people in the past year. Now everyone in Yongdu knows your identity and your Majesty's methods. From now on, no one will dare to covet your blood again."
Before Wen Qingci fled to death, he did not know that Xie Bufeng could read the evil thoughts in people's hearts, and he did have such worries.
This was even one of the reasons why he had to leave Taishu Palace.
But after Wen Qingci regained his memory and knew all this, he was not afraid at all.
After saying this, Xie Guanzhi finally couldn't help but sniff and said, "So...so you can rest assured to stay here..."
Wen Qingci paused, then smiled slowly and said, "Okay."
After he finished speaking, Xie Guanzhi, who had been pretending to be deep, stepped forward, gently patted Wen Qingci on the shoulder, then opened his arms, wanting to hug Wen Qingci like Xie Fuyin did.
—In the Wei Dynasty, it was normal for men to hug each other after meeting each other after a long separation.
However, before Xie Guanzhi's hand touched Wen Qingci, another hand was placed heavily on his shoulder.
Then she exerted a little force and pushed him away.
“…Your Majesty?!”
Xie Guanzhi was stunned for a moment, then he realized that Xie Bufeng was also here.
Xie Bufeng narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "As the King of Heng, it is a bit against the rules to be so casual."
"Ah? But..."
Xie Guanzhi was about to say something, but isn’t Xie Fuyin, the eldest princess, even more unruly
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Xie Bufeng's glare.
Then, he finally reacted at this moment: Xie Bufeng actually had a day to say that others did not follow the rules
What's the reason for this
Xie Fuyin, who was still young, did not realize the strange atmosphere at the moment.
Seeing Xie Bufeng appear out of nowhere, she quickly said happily: "Brother, try it too! This is a peach I picked myself! It's super sweet!"
At the same time, he grabbed a peach from the basket and held it high.
"Okay." Xie Bufeng nodded and replied.
However, he did not take the peach from her hand as Xie Fuyin expected.
Instead, she held Wen Qingci's wrist, brought his hand to her lips, and took a light bite.
Xie Bufeng's movements were extremely natural, and even Xie Fuyin noticed something was a little unnatural: "Ah?"
Wen Qingci: “!!!”
At this time, Yu Guanlin, who had been reducing his presence, finally cleared his throat and asked Xie Fuyin with a smile, "I wonder if Your Highness the Princess would be willing to give me one?"
"Okay!" Xie Fuyin reacted immediately.
She took a peach from the basket and handed it to Yu Guanlin.
Xie Guanzhi stood there from beginning to end, his gaze shifting between Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng with a look of shock on his face.
At the same time, he silently recalled the rumors he had heard before but did not believe...
*
The Imperial Study is just a common name for the emperor's office.
In fact, there was not just one room, but an entire palace.
In addition to handling government affairs, it was also the emperor's daily residence.
At night, Xie Bufeng stayed again with the same reason that "the renovation is not yet completed".
Wen Qingci, who had long been accustomed to being roommates with Xie Bufeng, didn't think much about it.
Until the night...
The bedroom door was gently pushed open.
Accompanied by a slight "creaking" sound, Wen Qingci, who was already a light sleeper, couldn't help but frown.
Xie Bufeng, who had just finished taking a shower, walked into the house with a damp body.
He did not sleep on the couch outside as he usually did.
Instead, he paused for a few seconds, walked around the screen, and went behind it.
Then he slowly sat down beside Wen Qingci's bed.
Hearing the footsteps, Wen Qingci opened his eyes in a daze.
"… Your Majesty?"
After seeing who was next to him in the faint starlight, Wen Qingci tried to stand up and couldn't help asking, "What's the matter?"
Xie Bufeng stood with his back to the light, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Wen Qingci, who was sleeping soundly just now, made a muffled sound.
His eyes were somewhat confused and sleepy, and he looked completely defenseless.
The long hair slid down from his neck.
It passed over the shoulders and fell on the chest.
Xie Bufeng did not answer Wen Qingci's question, but suddenly leaned down and gently lifted his long hair behind Wen Qingci's back.
His movements were exceptionally gentle.
But Wen Qingci finally read through the darkness and saw the danger Xie Bufeng was in.
He was completely awake.
At this moment, I was lying in Xie Bufeng's arms.
Through his inner garment, Wen Qingci could not only smell the ambergris on Xie Bufeng's body, but he could even clearly feel his body temperature and the outline of his muscles.
“No need to get up.” Xie Bufeng took Wen Qingci into his arms.
Then she kissed the corner of his lips very boldly.
Xie Bufeng's voice was filled with a hint of laughter: "What should I do, my dear?"
What do you mean
The next moment, the scenery in front of Wen Qingci suddenly changed.
By the time he came to his senses, Xie Bufeng had already embraced his waist and was lying on the inside of the bed.
The starlight was blocked by Xie Bufeng behind him.
The only thing left between the two of them was each other's breath.
Xie Bufeng seemed to have read the doubts in Wen Qingci's heart. He whispered in the ear of the person beside him: "I want to go a step further and sleep in the same bed with you, my dear. What should I do?"
He held Wen Qingci in his arms and entangled him like a python.
At this moment, Xie Bufeng was unwilling... unwilling to sleep on the other side of the screen as usual.
In the darkness, breathing, heartbeat, and all other changes are infinitely magnified.
Xie Bufeng looked deeply at the person in his arms.
The faint starlight fell on Wen Qingci.
His skin was white to the point of being transparent.
A little cinnabar seems to be inviting someone to kiss it.
Wen Qingci's breathing became disordered.
He subconsciously wanted to push the other person away, but in the end he clutched the clothes on Xie Bufeng's chest, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes.
Wen Qingci's heartbeat was about to burst out of his chest.
He slowly moved his body and made room for the other half of the pillow.
It seems like he really wants to "share a bed" with Xie Bufeng.
Xie Bufeng's fingers couldn't help but pause.
Under the starlight, Wen Qingci's cheeks turned slightly red.
But the eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings revealed the owner's nervousness.
There was no way Wen Qingci didn't understand the term "sharing a bed together". He was just playing dumb with himself.
But Xie Bufeng was not displeased at all.
Instead, even his eyes were filled with smiles.
With Wen Qingci's indulgence, he lowered the bed curtains.
He trapped Wen Qingci and himself in this small world.
Xie Bufeng's fingers were still restless, slowly sliding down the waist of the person in his arms.
The light-colored figure trembled uncontrollably.
Xie Bufeng seemed to be using his actions to teach Wen Qingci what it meant to "press further".
(End of this chapter)