Since his face was covered with dark red, Wen Qingci simply closed his eyes gently.
He let Xie Bufeng hold his hands and slowly stood in the center of the bedroom.
"My dear, do you know what I just did?"
Xie Bufeng's temperament had been blown by the wind of the imperial mausoleum for thirteen years, becoming a cold and hard shell.
He is best at hiding his gentleness under his shell.
But at this moment, Xie Bufeng tried his best to speak to Wen Qingci in the softest tone.
"…What did your Majesty do?"
Wen Qingci opened his mouth and realized that his voice was a little hoarse.
The person beside him stroked Wen Qingci's wrist with his fingertips and whispered, "I just went to the Imperial Observatory and asked someone to look for an auspicious date."
Xie Bufeng liked to gently rub Wen Qingci's wrist, feel his pulse, or kiss his neck... and look for anything that could prove that he was still alive.
"Today is the most recent one," he said.
Xie Bufeng really wanted to catch Wen Qingci, really wanted to keep Wen Qingci by his side, and he didn't want to delay any longer.
Wen Qingci suddenly laughed softly.
Although his eyes were still closed, he seemed to have seen Xie Bufeng rushing to the Imperial Observatory at night and saying these words with a cold face and a calm tone.
However, as he laughed, Wen Qingci suddenly felt a sour feeling on the tip of his nose.
In the past, Wen Qingci would never have thought that Xie Bufeng, who never believed in ghosts and gods, would one day go to the Imperial Observatory at night to do such a thing for him.
In the silence, Xie Bufeng's hand suddenly and slowly reached into the veil, brushed across Wen Qingci's cheek little by little, and finally stopped at his lips.
He said softly, "I married you more than a year ago. But you were not here at the time, so there are still some things that have not been completed."
Xie Bufeng's voice was deliberately lowered, gentle yet with a hint of danger that could not be ignored.
It was as if he was complaining softly to Wen Qingci.
"… Wh, what?" Wen Qingci asked.
"My dear, you have not yet drunk the wedding wine with me and entered the bridal chamber again."
Xie Bufeng deliberately slowed down his speech speed, and his finger rubbed across Wen Qingci's lips along with the word "bridal chamber".
Next second.
Wen Qingci's eyes finally couldn't help but tremble and opened.
The hand that was caressing Wen Qingci's cheek also slowly slid behind his shoulder.
The other hand held Wen Qingci up steadily.
"ah!"
Accompanied by a small exclamation.
When Wen Qingci came to his senses, he was already sitting in Xie Bufeng's arms, being carried to the bed by him.
A light blue jade ruyi gently lifted a corner of the veil.
Xie Bufeng's actions were more careful than ever before.
The bright red satin carefully slid off the jade ruyi.
Wen Qingci couldn't help but squint his eyes, and when he opened them again he saw that Xie Bufeng had changed out of his black robe and put on a red robe at some point.
As the emperor, he half-knelt in front of her and lifted the veil with a jade ruyi.
There were no lively ceremonies, no gorgeous costumes or canopies, and no palace music or gongs and drums.
Even the wedding gown was just the simplest red dress without any embroidery.
Everything was so simple and out of place in Taishu Palace.
But Wen Qingci didn't care.
The only sounds in his ears were his own and Xie Bufeng's shallow breathing.
Xie Bufeng looked cautious and nervous.
In the light amber pupils, there was only Wen Qingci's figure, and he looked extremely serious.
He slowly took the wedding wine from the table and handed one of the cups to Wen Qingci.
"My dear, please drink half a cup first, and then drink from me." Xie Bufeng reminded him seriously.
His expression was both serious and a little solemn, but it seemed that he had just learned this process from somewhere else.
Seeing this, Wen Qingci couldn't help but smile.
"Okay." He nodded gently, picked up the cup and drank it, and let Xie Bufeng entwine his arms.
The wine in the jade cup smells slightly fragrant and is not burning when it enters the mouth.
But I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t had a drink in a long time, or if it’s just the atmosphere at the moment.
After drinking the glass of wine, Wen Qingci felt his body getting warmer and his thoughts became less clear.
He sat on the edge of the bed, obediently allowing Xie Bufeng to change his moon-white gown, put on a red robe for him, and then fall into the curtain.
The candle flame, which had not yet been extinguished, danced outside the bed curtains.
Everything before my eyes seemed to have returned to Changyuan Town a few years ago.
But this time, Wen Qingci knew that Xie Bufeng was awake.
The bedroom darkened.
I don't know when it started raining outside the window again.
Everything is hidden behind the rain.
*
Wen Qingci's biological clock has always been very punctual, but on this day, he did not slowly open his eyes until noon.
The bed curtains had not been drawn yet and the surroundings were still dim.
But the sound of birds singing outside the window and the swaying curtains in the breeze gradually awakened Wen Qingci.
Although there is still some poison left in Xie Bufeng's body, his physique is many times stronger than Wen Qingci's.
To him, Wen Qingci might really be just a dandelion that would scatter with a single blow.
When he saw the bruise on his ankle from the corner of his eye, Wen Qingci's ears finally started buzzing.
A scene from last night suddenly appeared in his mind.
Wen Qingci finally came to his senses and tried hard to get up, but was interrupted by Xie Bufeng the next second.
"My dear, don't move." Xie Bufeng kissed the top of Wen Qingci's head and said to him in a slightly hoarse voice, "Sleep a little longer. I have already asked for leave for you from the Imperial Medical Bureau today."
“… Ahem, asking for leave?” Wen Qingci opened his mouth only to find that his voice had already become hoarse.
And it was Xie Bufeng who went there in person
After understanding the meaning of his words, Wen Qingci finally came to his senses completely this time.
When leaving the Imperial Medical Bureau yesterday evening, he made it clear to Xie Bufeng that he didn't need to take another route and could just go back to the courtyard with him.
So, today everyone in the Imperial Medical Bureau knows that Xie Bufeng stayed here last night.
And I happened to take a day off today.
Wen Qingci: “…”
This time it is completely unclear.
Finally, Xie Bufeng bowed his head confidently, rubbed the cinnabar on Wen Qingci's forehead, and whispered in his ear: "Wei Chao's wedding leave is five days in total, and you can rest with me for another four days."
When Xie Bufeng first ascended the throne, he revised the rest and holiday system for officials of the Wei Dynasty.
He was so disheartened at that time that he never considered the possibility that Wen Qingci was still alive.
Therefore, Xie Bufeng almost reduced the officials' marriage leave to three days.
Thinking about this now, he couldn't help but feel fortunate.
At the same time, I felt a little regretful: I should have approved it for a few more days.
Wait a minute.
After a moment's silence, Wen Qingci suddenly grasped a very crucial piece of information from Xie Bufeng's words.
What does it mean to be with him
"Is Your Majesty attending court today?" Wen Qingci asked without hope.
As expected, after hearing this question, Xie Bufeng answered him in a calm and confident tone: "Of course I took a vacation."
Although Xie Bufeng was criticized for his personal morality, he was always very qualified as an emperor.
Except for the few days when the poisoning was most serious, Xie Bufeng had never missed the morning court.
Well, now it’s not just the Imperial Medical Bureau.
The entire Yongdu has probably guessed most of what happened yesterday.
Wen Qingci can be considered a half-modern person, not old-fashioned at all.
But his personality is still relatively introverted and low-key.
It was completely different from Xie Bufeng who could remain calm and bring a coffin back to Yongdu in front of millions of people.
After thinking about what had just happened, Wen Qingci turned around in despair and buried his face in the pillow.
He stopped talking to Xie Bufeng in a huff.
There was a slight smile behind him.
Not only was Xie Bufeng not annoyed at all, he even gently rubbed Wen Qingci's waist with his hands from time to time.
"My dear minister, you have been in Yongdu for a few years. I guess you haven't had a good look around yet."
"How about I take you out of the palace for a walk in the next few days?" Xie Bufeng's tone was rarely so relaxed, and full of expectation.
“… And the dress for the Community Day Festival should also be tailored.”
Wen Qingci never knew that Xie Bufeng had so much to say.
Just like he couldn't clearly explain how long he and Xie Bufeng lasted last night.
Wen Qingci only knew that even though it was already noon, he was still exhausted...
Forget it, the die is cast.
Thinking of this, Wen Qingci finally closed his eyes as if to give up.
At the beginning, Xie Bufeng was still massaging him well.
But before long, the hand became restless.
Xie Bufeng was in his early twenties and had endured for many years. Not only did everything that had happened before fail to satisfy him, it even made it more difficult for him to suppress his emotions.
Wen Qingci suddenly opened his eyes and tried to get rid of the person behind him.
"Your Majesty, that's enough. I'm going to take a bath."
"No need." Xie Bufeng's fingers slid across Wen Qingci's waist, and he said slowly, "I have already cleaned it carefully for you last night."
Xie Bufeng's tone was still no different from usual.
But Wen Qingci, who understood the meaning of his words, felt his ears burning at his seriousness.
The courtyard where this bedroom is located is narrow, so one has to go to the courtyard next door to take a bath on weekdays.
Halfway through last night, Wen Qingci fainted.
He had no idea what happened afterwards.
Did Xie Bufeng carry himself to the next room
As if he had guessed the doubts in his heart, Xie Bufeng finally reached out slowly and pulled open a corner of the bed curtain.
Wen Qingci looked through the gap and saw that in the center of the room, where the screen used to be, a huge bathtub had appeared there.
Xie Bufeng kissed Wen Qingci gently on the back of his shoulder and said to him softly, "From now on, you don't have to go to the side yard anymore. This way you can avoid catching a cold."
Xie Bufeng never likes having other people around him.
It is very likely that he brought this bathtub here last night at midnight.
So, not only did Xie Bufeng make himself faint last night, but he also did something else besides that
Thinking of this, Wen Qingci suddenly felt a little afraid of the people around him...
—
Wen Qingci was forced to stay by Xie Bufeng and stayed in the small courtyard for a whole day.
From beginning to end, he never took a step out of the courtyard.
Although Xie Bufeng asked for leave from Wen Qingci, after much thought, he still stubbornly showed up in the front yard of the Imperial Medical Bureau the next morning.
However, His Majesty the Emperor, who wanted to continue to be a follower, was stopped by him halfway.
Wen Qingci was wrapped tightly and sat behind the desk.
He couldn't help but feel a little fortunate. It was already early autumn and the weather had turned cold due to several autumn rains.
Even if you wear a stand-up collar and a large placket, it won't look weird.
The side hall was particularly deserted today. Only Huo Yike was still standing beside Wen Qingci, holding the medical record: "Master Wen, do you still remember the patient from last time? The one with 'gallbladder heat and stones'." he asked.
Wen Qingci nodded slowly and said, "I remember. What's wrong?"
"Alas... the person suffering from this disease is General Anping. After he used your prescription, the pain soon went away. But the prescription is indeed as you said, it is only a temporary solution and not a cure for the disease. The general's abdominal pain keeps coming back, and he even has difficulty eating. It is really torturous." Huo Yike's face was full of worry.
General Anping was one of the generals guarding the north.
He was originally unable to leave the place where he was stationed, and this time he returned to Yongdu to seek medical treatment.
If this disease cannot be cured, he may never be able to fight on the battlefield again. Most importantly, in this era, any minor illness can be life-threatening, let alone this disease.
Wen Qingci diagnosed it as cholecystitis based on the medical records that day.
If not treated promptly, his gallbladder is likely to become festered, perforated, or even life-threatening.
The best way is to do as Wen Qingci said that day and directly remove the gallbladder.
After Huo Yike finished speaking, Wen Qingci nodded slowly.
After all, most people in this era find it difficult to accept this method.
But looking at Huo Yike's expression, General Anping seemed to have made some decision
Sure enough, the young doctor standing opposite him bit his lip and said, "General Anping means that if there is no other way, he is willing to give it a try."
General Anping was Xie Bufeng's subordinate.
He was not born into a noble family, but fought his way up from the bottom.
This kind of person is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of gambling.
What they fear most is living a cowardly life.
Most importantly, when he came down from the battlefield, he saw countless colleagues with missing limbs.
In General Anping's opinion, if he could survive, removing a small gallbladder didn't seem to be a big deal
When he first heard Wen Qingci's suggestion, he thought it was ridiculous, but as his illness became more and more serious, General Anping made up his mind - he wanted to take a gamble.
"Okay," Wen Qingci slowly closed the medical record, "Then take me to visit General Anping tomorrow."
As he spoke, Wen Qingci's expression became very serious.
Cholecystectomy is very common in modern times and even has a history of hundreds of years.
But in this era, it is the first time.
Wen Qingci didn't expect that someone would be willing to try it so soon.
He is not mentally prepared yet.
But no matter what... Wen Qingci must go to see General Anping as soon as possible to determine his current condition.
Then make specific plans.
"Yes! Lord Wen!" Huo Yike nodded immediately and wrote down his words.
After that, he asked Wen Qingci a few more questions, then hurried out of the palace and went to General Anping.
The young doctor's back disappeared.
It was not until he was the only one left in the side hall that Wen Qingci remembered... he and Xie Bufeng seemed to have four days of vacation left.
He suddenly felt a little guilty and thought about how to make up for it.
*
The autumn rain fell again.
This time, Xie Bufeng did not come along.
But thinking of the extremely embarrassing scene yesterday, no one has come to disturb Wen Qingci until now, except Huo Yike, who really had something urgent to find Wen Qingci.
There was still some poison left in Xie Bufeng's body.
Wen Qingci simply sat alone in the hall, flipping through medical books and studying the ratio of the next medicine.
And kept writing and drawing on paper.
It was a rainy day and the sky was dark.
For a moment, it was hard to tell what time it was.
I didn't know how long I had been reading the book when Wen Qingci suddenly heard a light sound in his ears.
Someone was standing outside, knocking on the wooden door.
“… Senior Brother?” After looking up and seeing the people outside the courtyard, Wen Qingci subconsciously put down his pen and stood up.
But as soon as he stood up, the pain all over his body almost forced him back.
Wen Qingci pursed his lips and forced himself to stand up straight.
"Yeah." Song Junran, dressed in green, put down the umbrella in his hand and walked in.
At the same time, he looked Wen Qingci up and down.
At last, he suddenly said with some dissatisfaction: "What? Xie Bufeng asked me to come to the Imperial Medical Bureau, but you didn't even come out to look for your senior brother." Then he threw the umbrella aside.
Worried that Song Junran would kidnap Wen Qingci again.
Before today, Xie Bufeng had never allowed him to enter the Imperial Medical Bureau.
Wen Qingci brought over a cup of tea and said, "I was going to see my senior brother tonight, but I didn't expect you to come first."
Song Junran sighed, took the teacup and started to look through Wen Qingci's notes.
After pausing for a moment and realizing that Wen Qingci really wanted to meet General Anping, he talked to him about this matter.
Seeing that Song Junran never mentioned anything related to Xie Bufeng, as if he hated him so much that he didn't even want to mention him, Wen Qingci slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
He calmed down and drew a diagram of the operation.
"It seems that you really have a plan in mind, and you are not just talking." Even though they have known each other for many years and he clearly knows that his junior brother has dissected many corpses, Song Junran still can't help but marvel at his understanding of human tissue. "If you need help, just call me."
Song Junran also felt that his junior brother's idea was a bit dangerous and too heretical, but he could never persuade Wen Qingci to do something... let alone something related to medicine.
"Of course, I won't be polite to you, senior brother." Wen Qingci said with a smile.
Song Junran smiled, and then his gaze suddenly fell downwards.
After a moment of silence, Song Junran couldn't help but sigh and shook his head and said, "... Since you have made up your mind, I will definitely not stop you. Anyway, if something goes wrong, you still have... Xie Bufeng to cover for you."
His voice echoed in the silent side hall.
It reached Wen Qingci's ears clearly.
Wen Qingci slowly put the pen on the shelf beside him and looked at Song Junran in disbelief.
What did you just say, brother
Wen Qingci's heart sank, and his eyes turned slightly red.
He regards Song Junran as his only family.
This sentence sounded like a joke at first, but coming from the mouth of Senior Brother, it meant a lot to Wen Qingci...
"What's wrong?" Song Junran avoided Wen Qingci's sight and deliberately cleared his throat and said, "As an emperor, can't he do such a simple thing?"
Although Song Junran did not go to the Imperial Medical Bureau these days.
But he knew clearly what Wen Qingci had done and how Xie Bufeng had promoted Wen Qingci's theories bit by bit.
He thought... Although Xie Bufeng was a little weird, he really understood his junior fellow apprentice.
"Hey, you, you."
Song Junran smiled as if he remembered something.
"When I heard that you sneaked out of the valley to find a corpse for dissection, Dad was almost mad at you and passed out," Song Junran recalled with narrowed eyes, "Do you remember what he said to you at that time?"
Wen Qingci paused, followed Song Junran's words, and recalled what happened in the past.
Although the Valley of Divine Doctors is considered a gray organization in the underworld.
But it is still in compliance with the ethics and etiquette of that era.
The fact that he dissected corpses himself caused a sensation in the underworld at that time.
After returning to the valley, the old valley master was indeed furious with himself, and Song Junran, who was responsible for "watching" him, also suffered as a result and was punished to be put in solitary confinement for three days.
"Why aren't you talking? Have you forgotten what happened back then?" Seeing that Wen Qingci remained silent for a long time, Song Junran reminded him.
"No..." Wen Qingci shook his head slowly, feeling somewhat guilty, "Master once said that I am so prone to causing trouble, unless I find a bigger backer, something bad will happen sooner or later?"
"right."
Song Junran shook his head resignedly and said, "Perhaps his spirit in heaven would never have thought that you have found yourself the biggest backer."
Forget it, this is fate.
Needless to say, what Shanyujian represents to Wen Qingci.
As his senior, I know better how much Wen Qingci has contributed to "Xinglin Jie'e".
Since there is an opportunity to spread what he knows and learns to every corner of Wei Dynasty, I will definitely not give up.
This matter is bound to be not simple...
With Xie Bufeng as his backer and protecting his fellow apprentices, it seemed like it wasn't too bad... At least he wouldn't be hunted down.
God knows how nervous the people in the Valley of Divine Doctors were when Wen Qingci was first given the nickname “Fairy-faced Rakshasa”.
At this time, Song Junran was trying desperately to comfort himself.
Wen Qingci thought of what happened in the past because of his senior brother's words. He picked up the teacup awkwardly and took a sip.
At this moment Song Junran suddenly frowned and grabbed Wen Qingci's wrist fiercely.
"your hands."
"hand?"
Wen Qingci followed Song Junran's line of sight and looked downwards.
The wide, moon-white sleeves had just slid down with his previous movement.
Revealing the pale arms and the marks on them.
Song Junran's gaze swept across his junior fellow apprentice.
Song Junran paused for a moment, then immediately let go of Wen Qingci's wrist, lifted his long hair, and looked behind his ear: "Why is there something here too?"
Although he couldn't see what was behind his ears, Wen Qingci's cheeks immediately felt hot.
“…!”
Xie Bufeng, what's going on
If I say that I was bitten by an insect, can I fool my brother
Forget it. Almost at the same moment this thought came to his mind, Wen Qingci suppressed it.
After seeing these things, Song Junran almost gnashed his teeth and said, "Knowing clearly that you are in poor health, Xie Bufeng actually dared to... Is he born in the Year of the Dog!"
Although he had just comforted himself, Song Junran now felt murderous again.
If Xie Bufeng were here, he would definitely be able to hear a lot of wonderful sentences from Song Junran's heart.
"Okay, senior brother! Stop talking." Wen Qingci immediately pulled down his sleeves and used his hair to cover the marks behind his ears.
He originally wanted to go out with Song Junran, but after a few seconds he realized that he was still sore all over and couldn't stand up at all.
Fearing that Song Junran would find out something was wrong again, Wen Qingci could only lower his voice and said, "Brother, please help me find some scar removal ointment."
"Ah..." Song Junran sighed, stood up and walked out, muttering, "Xie Bufeng is really a piece of shit."
After he left, Wen Qingci finally stood up with difficulty, holding on to the table.
Then he slowly walked towards a huge bronze mirror.
—In every government office of the Wei Dynasty, there would be a bronze mirror for people to tidy up their clothes.
But today, Wen Qingci didn't use it to adjust his clothes.
In front of the huge bronze mirror stood a moon-white figure.
Wen Qingci slowly lowered his head and looked at the marks on his arm.
After a pause, he took a deep breath and unbuttoned the top button of his collar.
Pale skin is the best painting.
Above the collarbone, it seemed as if a plum blossom was about to break out of the bone.
Gorgeous and dazzling.
Seeing this, Wen Qingci, who had been mentally prepared, couldn't help but take a breath.
I still couldn't move this morning, so even my clothes had to be changed by Xie Bufeng...
He moved so quickly that Wen Qingci had no time to check if there was anything wrong with his body before he had already put on his clothes.
Therefore, it was not until now that Wen Qingci realized that the other party had left such a big surprise for him.
If Wen Qingci remembered correctly, he didn't have these things on him until he went to bed last night.
It seemed like Xie Bufeng did something secretly last night while I was sleeping
Wen Qingci, who had always been pure and simple, was unable to understand for a moment - was it really that unbearable
"What are you doing, my dear?"
Just as Wen Qingci frowned and looked at the bronze mirror, Xie Bufeng's voice suddenly sounded behind him, echoing over and over again in the empty side hall.
His gaze fell on the person in the mirror.
Then, he slowly narrowed his eyes.
But Xie Bufeng's gaze became extremely dangerous.
After a few seconds, he walked in slowly, turned around and closed the door.
It was clearly him who did something wrong, but at this moment, Xie Bufeng was calmer than Wen Qingci.
As calm as a wild animal whose true nature is completely exposed.
Lose the battle but not the person.
Seeing him coming, Wen Qingci couldn't help but frown: "I am naturally checking how many 'masterpieces' Your Majesty has left."
At this time, the lights in the hall were not yet lit.
The light in the room became extremely dim as the wooden door closed.
The figure in the bronze mirror also became blurred in an instant.
"good."
Xie Bufeng walked silently behind Wen Qingci and fixed his eyes on the figure in the mirror.
After a pause, he led Wen Qingci's hand down and gently unbuttoned the second button.
He smiled gently at the figure in the mirror, lowered his voice and said behind Wen Qingci: "I am with you, my dear."
(End of this chapter)