Shangyuan Festival in the ninth year of Jingjia
Nangong Jingnu was speechless in astonishment, even though the Princess Mansion was very close to the palace. On weekdays, it would take a quarter of an hour to take a horse-drawn carriage, let alone walking on your back
The mood of Ding You and Nangong Jingnu in the hall are equally complicated. Ding You looks at Qi Yan who is sleeping under the guise of a diagnosis: Did you act too realistically in this scene? If you don't know your purpose and identity, even an outsider like me would think that you have a deep affection for the princess.
Nangong Jingnu was a little dazed, she knew more or less about this person's body. It's a little hard to carry yourself down the royal steps on the big wedding day...
And this person can't see at night, how did he walk all the way from the palace gate back to the princess' mansion with his back in the middle of the night when the water was dripping into ice
Qi Yan…
Ding You retracted his gaze and pondered a little: "The foundation of the concubine is weak, this illness is probably caused by the cold wind entering the body in the middle of the night. As for the 'comatose', His Royal Highness does not need to worry too much, it may be caused by overwork. My ministers, please open the prescription first and then take a look at the needles for the concubine."
"There is a Royal Doctor of Lauding."
"Don't dare, this is the duty of a minister."
Ding You wrote down the recipe and handed it to Chuntao: "Sister Youlao prepares the medicine according to this recipe, boils eight bowls of water into a bowl over medium heat, strains it through a fine mesh, and brings it back."
"Yes."
Ding You bowed to Nangong Jingnv: "Please, Your Highness, move to the side hall and wait for a while. This minister needs a clean environment for the concubine to perform needles, and two braziers. During needles, keep the doors and windows of the hall closed, and do not let people to disturb."
"Okay. Qiu Ju, send someone in with two braziers."
"Here."
…
There were only two people left in the hall. Ding You sat by the bedside, took out the silver needle bag from the medicine box, shook it open, and took out two silver needles and pinched them in his hands.
He looked at Qi Yan quietly, since Wuminggu parted five years ago, he hadn't looked at her for a long time.
Five years later, the girl in front of her has completely taken off her former childishness, and she has finally fulfilled her promise to become the center of Wei Guo's power as a man.
Ding You let out an almost inaudible sigh, took off the clean cloth on Qi Yan's head, and wiped her face gently. Only then did he hold a silver needle in each of his left and right hands and pierced the two acupuncture points on the top of Qi Yan's head.
The reason why Qi Yan was in a coma was not the so-called "overwork", nor the coldness of the body. Instead, she was haunted by the demon in her heart that had plagued her for ten years.
Ding You squeezed one of the silver needles and twisted it, Qi Yan frowned and snorted, and slowly opened his eyes.
Almost at the same time, Ding You covered Qi Yan's mouth and said softly, "Don't make a sound and listen to me."
Qi Yan recognized Ding You, and her amber eyes disappeared, and she nodded.
Ding You took his hand away, knelt down to the side of the bed again and whispered in Qi Yan's ear, "The reason you fell ill this time is because the wind and cold entered your body and you were overworked."
"Um."
"Do you remember what happened last night?"
"Um."
"That's good, I'll help you with what Princess Zhen Zhen said. She was drunk last night, and she doesn't remember anything after the palace banquet. Judging from her performance, you shouldn't have discovered your identity. You are adaptable."
"Um."
Ding You sighed softly: "I took the person away on the grounds of acupuncture, lest others suspect that they can't stay for too long. Do you have any words for me to take out?" The so-called "bringing words" naturally refers to bringing Give the mask man.
"I have a plan, please rest assured."
"Okay, then I'm leaving."
"Ding You!"
"Um?"
"Medicine, is there any medicine for suppressing nightmares?"
Ding You's eyes flashed with a hint of vague pity, and he replied softly, "I came here in a hurry and I didn't prepare. I will come here to ask you for the Ping An Meridian in the past few days, and I will find an opportunity for you."
"Thank you."
Ding You looked at Qi Yan's profile, and thousands of words flowed in his heart, but in the end he just said, "Treasure."
Ding You pulled out the silver needle for Qi Yan, opened the pulse case and wrote: Wind and cold enter the body, overworked. After tidying up the medicine box, put it on your back: "Did I tell Princess Zhen Zhen that you are awake, or did I tell you to wake up after a while?"
Qi Yan sat up with the step bed, grabbed the soft cushion behind her, "Tell her I'm awake."
"it is good."
As soon as Ding You appeared in the side hall, Nangong Jingnv greeted him: "How is he?"
Ding You cupped his hands and replied with a smile: "Thanks to His Royal Highness Hongfu, the concubine has already woken up. But..."
Before Ding You could finish the doctor's advice, Nangong Jingnu picked up the hem of her palace attire and hurried to the bedroom, Qiu Ju gave Ding You a thousand blessings: "Ding Yu-doctor has worked hard, if you have any advice, please give it to the slaves, the slaves will meet. As many reports to His Highness."
…
With a bang, the palace door was pushed open, and after a few breaths, Nangong Jingnu appeared in front of the bed.
"Your Highness."
Nangong Jingnu held down Qi Yan and said angrily, "If you are so ill, the etiquette will be avoided."
After speaking, he sat next to Qi Yan, with a pretty face that was unprecedentedly serious, and looked at Qi Yan worriedly.
Qi Yan twitched the corners of her mouth: "Thank you, Your Highness."
When Nangong Jingnu saw Qi Yan's haggard expression, her mood was extremely complicated. The words of apology were choked in his throat, and he bit his lip and whispered, "It's only been a few days? I've been sick twice."
"His Royal Highness is worried, your servant should die."
A trace of anger flashed on Nangong Jingnu's face, and she said angrily, "Don't put such unlucky words on your lips! Besides..."
Qi Yan looked at Nangong Jingnv quietly, only to see the other party twisting for a while, and his tense body suddenly loosened: "Besides, both of your illnesses are caused by this palace, so why worry about it..."
After saying this, Nangong Jingnu felt that an invisible string in her heart was being plucked. She seemed to vaguely understand why she was unwilling to "acknowledge" Qi Yan's contribution to herself.
"Bengong, go see if the medicine is ready."
Qi Yan grabbed Nangong Jingnu's sleeves and said, "Your Highness."
"...What's wrong?" Nangong Jingnu's expression was a little unnatural.
Qi Yan tugged at Nangong Jingnu's cuff, and said weakly, "How about sitting down for a while, Your Highness? I want to talk to His Highness."
Nangong Jingnu's breathing stagnated and she sat back.
Qi Yan took a series of reactions from the other party and let out a shallow breath: "Your Highness, do you still remember what you said last night?"
"Bengong was drunk last night, I don't remember." In fact, while waiting in the side hall, Nangong Jingnu had already asked Qiu Ju...
Qi Yan looked at Nangong Jingnu's eyes expectantly: "His Royal Highness said last night that he would bring his ministers to set the Kongming lanterns on the Shangyuan Festival."
There was a strange feeling in Nangong Jingnu's heart: as if she was a prince, and Qi Yan became a prince concubine who was coquettish to her husband and wanted to go out!
"... Since this palace said it, it will definitely be done."
"Can your servant ask for another grace?"
"you say."
"When this illness is cured, I will occasionally want to leave the house for a walk and get together with my classmates."
"Okay, this palace promises you."
…
Ding You's prescription contained several soothing medicines. After drinking the medicine, she felt sleepy. Nangong Jingnv allowed Qi Yan to rest in the bedroom when she saw it.
She finally had time to have a warm lunch for an hour, and just put down her chopsticks, Qiu Ju announced that Lily, the maid next to Nangong Shunv, is here.
"Call her in."
"Yes."
Lily came to Nangong Jingnu, fell down and bowed: "His Royal Highness!"
"What are you doing? Get up, but what happened to the second sister?"
Seeing Lily's eyes full of eagerness to speak, Nangong Jingnu backed away and helped her up: "Tell me."
"I beg Your Highness to go and see my Highness, she locked herself in Tangquan Palace and didn't come out for a day!"
"what?!"
…
Nangong Jingnu had been away for one afternoon, and at dinner time, the palace maid came to the princess' mansion.
"Slave and maid, see the concubine."
"Sister, please get up."
"Thank you, the concubine, the slaves have been ordered to pass a few words to the concubine. Her Royal Highness Zhen Zhen invites the concubine to have her own dinner. She will not be returning to the palace tonight after spending the night in the palace."
"Thank you for letting me know."
"The slaves retire."
On the way to the palace, the maid felt very strange: in the past dynasties, the consort reported the whereabouts to the princess, how can there be a reverse reason
After seeing Qi Yan, I was relieved: No wonder His Highness Zhen Zhen loves this folk consort so much, she really has a good appearance...
Nangong Jingnu stayed in the palace for three whole days. Every evening, she would send the maid to the princess' mansion to inquire about Qi Yan's condition and tell her not to return to the mansion at night. Occasionally, she would bring a box of cakes from the imperial kitchen.
Nangong Jingnv felt ashamed in her heart, and she didn't feel anything wrong with this move, so she didn't order her to shut up. For a time, the servants in the entire palace knew that Princess Zhen Zhen was very fond of the concubine from the folk, to the point that she would not see each other for three days.
Thanks to this, Qi Yan's identity has risen, not only the palace maid who came to spread the word is very respectful to her, but even the people of the princess's mansion who have always been on the sidelines are also cautiously serving her.
She was not seriously ill at first, and after three days of cultivation, she was back to normal, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day of Shangyuan Festival in the ninth year of Jingjia.
Inside the Weiyang Palace, Nangong Shunv sat quietly at the table, holding an ancient scroll in her hand that had not been turned over for a long time.
Ever since she woke up, Nangong Jingnu looked absent-minded. During the meal, she hesitated several times. At this moment, she was sitting opposite Nangong Shunv, holding a book and flipping through it.
Hearing the frequent flipping of the book, Nangong Shu Nu's eyes fixed on the book and regained focus, then looked up and said, "Is there something wrong with the third sister?"
"Today is the New Year's Eve..."
Nangong Shu Nu was stunned: "Have you already gone to Yuan?"
Nangong Jingnu said with some embarrassment: "I promised Qi Yan that I would take him out of the house to see the lanterns tonight...
Nangong Shu Nu's body trembled involuntarily, and lowered the ancient scroll in her hand.
"Second sister, will you go home with me? Let the three of us go shopping together?"
Nangong Shunv was silent for a long time and shook her head: "I won't go. With such a beautiful scenery, you and your brother-in-law have a good time shopping. This is the first time you have been to the people to go to the Shangyuan Festival, right?"
"Um."
"Go, I should go back too."
Nangong Jingnu grabbed Nangong Shunv's hand and asked nervously, "Where's Lu Zhongxing? Will he go back too?"
Nangong Shunv said coldly: "His whereabouts and whereabouts have nothing to do with this palace."
"Then, what if he goes back too?"
Nangong Shunv patted her sister's hand and said with relief: "Shangyuan Festival is not to be missed once a year. Besides, he may not dare to come back. Even if he does, I have my own plans." After speaking, Nangong Shunv's eyes crossed. A touch of determination.