Yuhua Court
Moruo drank some wine and just woke up. After dissipating the smell of alcohol, he looked for something in the room.
crackling-
The whole house was turned over in a mess!
The boy outside the door came in, swept around, and asked, "Master, what are you looking for?"
"Where's the box I brought back?"
"Which box?"
"Wooden box with a lock on it."
More books and objects in the house were swept to the ground.
Xiaotong scratched his head, suddenly remembered, rushed outside, and turned it out under the corner of the table.
"Master, here it is!"
The table with the broken foot lost its balance as the box was pulled out.
It fell with a "bang", and all the medicinal materials on it were knocked to the ground.
When Moruo came out, his eyes were green.
Reaching out and taking the box from Xiaotong's hand, he reprimanded, "You little bastard, who asked you to put my box on the table legs?"
"Master, I've been wronged! This box was stuffed under the corner of this rotten table after you came back from Prince Rong's mansion yesterday, and you were shouting to fix the table, but you couldn't even pull it out. I saw that the table was ready to use. I put the herbs on it, you can't wrong me!"
so innocent!
Mo Ruo was embarrassed for a while!
Because he knew that if he drank too much, he could indeed do such a scandal.
But this scandal was nothing, it was much better than having to take off clothes and lie on the bed with Jing Rong after drinking with Jing Rong two years ago.
"Okay, when I wronged you."
Moruo hugged the box and folded out the door.
"Where is the master going?"
"Enter the palace!"
…
Royal Palace
In the prosperous palace, red walls and green tiles, gold lacquer plaques like strands of platinum, each room and hall can be seen in a true manner.
In this huge palace, apart from the cold palace, there is only one place that is desolate and desolate.
That is the Hall of Colleagues!
The Palace of the Fourth Prince Jingxian!
The entire palace wall in the palace had long since fallen into disrepair, the walls were broken down, the green tiles were pecked by crows, the yard was full of weeds, and even the paper-pasted windows were broken one by one.
It can be seen the dilapidated appearance of this Tongren Hall!
Naturally, it also shows Jingxian's status!
Although Jing Xian had been named King Xian, he could have established his own portal and established a government, but Emperor Qi Zhen stripped him of his privileges and placed Jing Xian in the palace because of his sickness, so that he could recuperate.
It stands to reason that Emperor Qi Zhen could still remember Jing Xian's illness, so he left him in the palace and arranged for the imperial doctor to diagnose and treat his condition. Naturally, it was considered good for this son, but apart from this, there was nothing left, and no Don't ask.
As a result, the palace servants felt that this virtuous king had no real name, and gradually alienated the Tongren Hall, and even in the end, basically no one came except to send some silver and three meals.
And all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty also knew that Emperor Qi Zhen practiced the technique of restraining Jing Xian!
It is equivalent to tying his hands and feet and keeping him by his side. His every move is within the field of vision, he walks and speaks a word, and it is all in the eyes of Emperor Qi Zhen.
But some people don't understand, Jing Xian has a root cause, his mother's family is not visible, and there is no threat at all, why did Emperor Qi Zhen trap him by his side
This question, everyone has never investigated deeply, nor dared to delve into it!
In the main hall, it is still relatively clean, although the inner room is not fancy, but it can be regarded as everything!
The two windows in the house are facing each other, and outside is a maple tree. In the spring, the tree has sprouted and the leaves are green.
The shade of the tree fell on the wooden frame of the window, faintly dangling!
On the rocking chair in front of the window, Jing Xian was leaning on it, his eyes were slightly lowered, his face was morbidly pale, but he was also a handsome man, and between his eyebrows, he resembled Jing Rong and Jing Yi.
The royal family's genes are indeed powerful!
The eunuch Fulu came in from the outside with a bowl of soup and medicine in his hand and placed it on the table beside Jing Xian.
"King Xian, it's time to take medicine!"
"Let it go."
"It's cold, don't let it cool."
Jing Xian had no choice but to take the bowl of medicine and drink it.
Fulu bowed his waist and said again, "Today the imperial physician prescribed a new recipe, saying that the medicinal material was taken from the Tianshan Mountains, and it will definitely be useful, and the wise king will get better soon."
Jing Xian stared out the window. Over the years, the sentence he heard the most was probably what Fu Lu said.
With a wry smile, "Good or bad, to me, it doesn't matter anymore."
Fu Lu sighed in his heart. He had seen Jing Xian grow up, and he felt bad for this child's life.
"The lord's illness will definitely get better. The old slave believes that the goddess has a spirit in heaven and will definitely bless the lord."
"It's been fourteen years, why are you still mentioning my mother?" Jing Xian said sadly.
"It's not good for the old slave."
"You go back, I want to rest for a while."
"Yes!"
When Fulu saw Jingxian closed his eyes, he took an empty bowl and stepped back gently.
As soon as we got to the door, we were greeted by someone.
Mo Ruo hurried forward, holding a long box in his hand, his face was flat.
"Doctor Mo, how do you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Moruo raised his hand to interrupt, craned his neck and glanced inside the room.
The index finger pressed against the lips.
"Shh!"
Fulu shrank his neck and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Doctor Mo?"
"Be quiet, go get busy and ignore me."
"Yes!"
Moruo entered the room lightly, glanced at Jing Xian leaning on the rocking chair with his back to him, and then carefully placed the long box in his hand on the table.
"What did you bring?" Jing Xian suddenly said.
"I'm so light, you still know I'm in?"
"The entire Tongren Hall has been deserted for so many years, and I can hear the sound of fallen leaves blowing on the ground."
It looked a little bleak.
Moruo smiled, and simply walked over with the box and sat beside him.
Ask, "How are you feeling lately?"
"It's old!"
"Let me see."
Jing Xian raised his sleeves and stretched out his hand.
Moruo took the pulse for him, and the originally stretched brows furrowed, and his fingers moved away from Jing Xian's wrist.
"The imperial doctor at the Tai Hospital changed the medicine for you?"
Jing Xian made a "hmm" sound.
"Didn't I tell you when I left, to take medicine according to the prescription I gave you?"
"Oh? Is it? I don't remember much."
The tone is not salty or light!
Mo Ruo was displeased, "You and Jing Rong are really two extremes in temperament. He is stubborn and stubborn, but also very strong, but you are deserted, you don't care about anything, you don't care about anything, and you don't even care about your own life."
Seeing him in a hurry, Jing Xian's pale lips hooked, and with a gloomy smile, he said to him, "My disease cannot be cured, so don't take any pains, I'm just an empty shell, don't I? Do you still hope that one day, you will be like ordinary people?"
"With me here, you'll be fine."
"It's been fourteen years, and your father is helpless."
Mo Ruo murmured and handed him the box he brought, "The old guy's medical skills are not as good as mine, the diseases he can't cure, I can, I got this thing outside, it will help your illness, put it in I have to smell it every day by my side, and don’t drink the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor recently, and take the medicine according to the prescription I prescribed before, and you can’t miss one dose.”
Jing Xian opened the box!
Inside, there is a sky-blue medicinal plant, with lush bamboo leaves and root vines.
"what is this?"
"Wuxincao, you can't understand your heart and blood. This medicine can make you smooth, and you can't ask for any money for this medicine."
"I am a dying person, why waste this medicinal material."