For several days in a row, Qing Chen stayed in the east room of the Yaochun Pavilion, hardly ever going out without sleep. The mice used for the experiments kept dying. In order to avoid the spread of the infection, they had to be cremated. Today is exactly the tenth day. only. She felt exhausted, disappointed, and distressed all over her head, her heart was as uncomfortable as a big stone was pressed, and she looked at the medical books and herbs with her hands on her hands in depression. If there were experimental equipment and necessary medicines, the epidemic would be It's not something unsolvable. But now it was as if she had stood in a desert for three days and three nights, knowing that there was water around her but couldn't get it anyway, she was going crazy.
Everyone was isolated, except for Xue Zhan, who could not be stopped. He drove out and ran back, and stayed by Qing Chen's side all the time. Qing Chen stretched out his hand and pressed its head, helpless.
Xue Zhan lay there quietly and let her hold her down, but suddenly Jin Tong glared and rushed out with a "whoosh", which startled her. Looking up, I found that it was struggling with a small white mouse in its mouth. It turned out that the door of the cage was not closed tightly after feeding the medicine just now, and one of them ran out. She hurriedly shouted: "Snow Fight!"
Xue Zhan is very human, he listened to the master's order and put down the little white mouse. Because of the fierce struggle, the little white mouse was bitten on the neck, bleeding profusely, Xue Zhan licked his tongue, and instantly cleaned a little blood on the side of his mouth clean.
Qing Chen didn't have time to stop him for a while, and was worried. Xue Zhan is a supernatural thing, which is highly poisonous. This little white mouse may not survive, but the mice are specially fed with patient sputum to test medicine. If Xue Zhan is also infected, it will be very dangerous. trouble. Unexpectedly, on the second day, not only was there nothing wrong with the snow battle, but the little white mouse bitten by it was also alive and kicking, not sick at all.
Qing Chen was very surprised, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he teased Xue Zhan to bite another mouse, but this time the mouse twitched all over, and died within half an hour. But she didn't give up, she concentrated on thinking, looked up the medicine, and caught a small white mouse that was already sick, first fed it some rhubarb, and let Xue Zhan bite it. This time was the same as the first time. Although the little white mouse was limping the next day, his spirit was not as exhausted as the day before.
Qing Chen was overjoyed, thinking of the formula to fight poison with poison, hugged Xue Zhan while comforting him, while carefully bleeding some blood from its front paws. Xue Zhan was very obedient to her, although "Wuwu" was dissatisfied, he didn't struggle very much.
Qing Chen bandaged its wound, mixed blood and rhubarb, and then experimented on mice. Lying on the table in a daze all night, I woke up a few times to look at the mice. At dawn, two of the dying mice had died, two hadn’t improved significantly, but three had recovered Spirit. After more than two hours, the remaining two mice also began to look for something to eat in the cage. Qing Chen felt ecstasy in his heart, and felt that the clouds suddenly opened in the darkness, and he didn't care about being tired for many days, and ran outside, shouting: "Fourth brother!"
In the past few days, except for inspecting various places, Ye Tianling's daily life directors are all in the west room, accompanying Qing Chen nearby, and he has read a lot of medical books beside Qing Chen. At this time, he heard her suddenly shout, dropped the book and got up come and see.
Qing Chen trotted a few steps along the long corridor of Fu Dao, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if being pinched by an invisible hand, he staggered and fell forward, Ye Tianling's figure was extremely fast, He stepped forward and hugged her: "Qing Chen!"
Qing Chen leaned against Ye Tianling's arms, feeling a dull pain in his heart every time he took a breath, and even his breathing was stagnant when it spread out. He held his chest uncomfortable, and said intermittently: "Help... help me... lie down..."
Ye Tianling slowly supported Qing Chen to lie flat on the spot, and shouted urgently: "Physician Xuan! Hurry up!"
Yan Xi who came after him didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and rushed to the Queen Mother's bedroom. Qing Chen slowed down, and said to Ye Tianling: "Yao... Queen Mother..."
Ye Tianling saw that her face was as pale as paper and dripping with cold sweat, her originally calm voice was also a little anxious: "Don't talk, the imperial doctor will be here soon."
Qing Chen shook his head, knowing in his heart that this was a symptom of heart palpitations, but he didn't want to have an attack without warning at this time, so he could only barely adjust his breathing in order to relieve the pain.
Yan Xi and Song Defang rushed in quickly, while urging: "Physician Song, hurry up."
On a cold winter day, Song Defang was sweating profusely. He was startled when he saw it, and hurriedly knelt on the ground to feel his pulse, and said to Ye Tianling: "Your Highness, this is a heart attack. Don't move the Princess, it's better to lie flat. This old minister will draw up a prescription."
The maid who came to serve took Song Defang's prescription to boil the medicine. Qing Chen was still conscious, but the pain eased a little at this time, and she said weakly: "Physician Song...I found...Fang Zi...Bai Ci In the cup... there is medicine..."
Song Defang raised his head sharply and exchanged a glance with Ye Tianling: "The princess has found a cure for the epidemic?"
Qing Chen nodded: "Not yet... sure... Take it carefully..."
Ye Tianling said: "You rest first, don't think about anything, they will take care of it."
There was a dull feeling in Qing Chen's heart, and she felt that Ye Tianling's familiar voice was getting farther and farther away, boundless exhaustion overwhelmed her will, and soon the world receded into a blank in front of her eyes, and she heard Ye Tianling's presence unreally. He called his name, but then a heavy wave rushed over, and everything fell into darkness.
In the daze, there seemed to be something bitter flowing into the lips, tossing and waking and sleeping for an unknown period of time, and it seemed that it was early morning when he woke up again.
Qing Chen didn't know where he was for a moment, he just felt so weak that he couldn't lift his strength. His eyes fell on the window, and he saw a slender figure standing there motionless, the watery morning light quietly poured in from the window, and outlined a light shadow on his lapel, making his stature even more stern.
The ancient wooden window edge, the Danyun gauze, everything became familiar, especially the figure of Ye Tianling. As soon as she supported herself, Ye Tianling turned her head, surprise flashed in her eyes, and immediately told the maid waiting outside: "Xuan Song Defang."
He held Qing Chen in his arms and whispered: "Don't get up in a hurry."
Qing Chen smiled lightly: "It's okay."
Ye Tianling looked at her for a moment, as if he had never seen her before, and sighed after a long time: "Do you feel better?"
Qing Chen nodded: "It's much better, just a little tired, did I sleep for a long time?"
Ye Tianling looked at her face with insufficient blood, and frowned slightly: "All day and night, Song Defang said that you have a heart disease, and it will only happen when you are tired these days. Poor looking after."
Qing Chen rested his head on his chest, with a smile on his lips: "Doctor Song didn't confess, so he can't make me excited? You still teach me."
Ye Tianling was taken aback for a moment, as if she had no choice but to take her, and then said: "Grandmother took medicine last night, and her fever subsided this morning, and her condition is much better."
Qing Chen was overjoyed: "Really?" He braced himself and wanted to get up: "I'll go and have a look."
Ye Tianling raised his hand to press her down: "You lie down, I just went to see you, the imperial doctor is on hand to recuperate, and I will report you anytime if there is anything to do."
Qing Chen said: "You still entered the bedroom!"
Ye Tianling said: "I already have the medicine, what are you afraid of?"
Qing Chen quietly leaned back into his arms, and only now did she seem to really relax, her heart fell to the ground, and she felt like a human being reborn, she turned her head sideways: "I'm afraid... that feeling of being helpless and anxious …”
Ye Tianling was quiet for a while, then said in a low voice: "I came here all day and night like this, do you know?"
His deep and slow voice was mixed with unfinished worries, Qing Chen felt a little sour when he heard it, and the voice of the maid He Feng said outside: "Fourth Highness, Song Imperial Physician is here."
Ye Tianling stood up and said, "Let him in."
Qing Chen and Song Defang have always been acquainted, and they didn't hide behind the gauze curtain. Song Defang checked his pulse carefully, looked at his expression, and said after a while: "It's all right now, but the Princess needs to take care of herself."
Qing Chen said with a smile: "I know, the Empress Dowager will have Doctor Lao Song at her side in the next few days."
Song Defang said: "This is my duty, treat the princess better, and discuss with the princess how to use the medicine."
Qing Chen asked about the situation of the Queen Mother carefully, knowing that Dan Qiong had tried the medicine first, and asked, "How is Dan Qiong?"
Song Defang said: "I woke up last night. Although I am weaker, my life has been saved."
Qing Chen nodded: "The Empress Dowager is old, she is different from Dan Qiong, you still have to be careful." Seeing Ye Tianling's thoughtful expression while speaking, he felt a little uneasy. Ye Tianling came here to Yanxi Palace and decided to investigate how the disease entered the palace. These days, the Empress Dowager's illness has not been strictly investigated. Now I am afraid that there will be thunderous tactics soon. How can I hide it from him? Besides, she didn't want to lie to him.
Ye Tianling said to Song Defang: "You go down first, and come up with a prescription for how to take care of yourself."
After Song Defang withdrew, Qing Chen saw that Ye Tianling's eyes were bloodshot, and knew that he didn't have a good rest at night: "Fourth brother, you should also go and rest for a while."
Ye Tianling sat down beside her: "If you are not tired, I will sit with you for a while."
He Feng brought a few snacks over, such as osmanthus cloud brocade cake, almond puff pastry, candied dates in drunk juice, and stewed bamboo shoots, and then made a fragrant and soft medicinal porridge. Qing Chen leaned on the couch and tasted it slowly. with.
Ye Tianling watched her from the sidelines, the stove in the room dispelled the cold air, making it feel like spring. Such a quiet moment makes people feel that this life will pass like this, and it is not insatiable. However, he was standing on the cusp of the storm, and the only thought in his heart was the stormy sea, the risk he had never had before, even if he was alone, why bother to let her get involved and suffer this disturbance. Just like being on the battlefield for many years and not wanting to add to the high expectations of someone in the mansion, I suddenly felt that I was reckless.
Qing Chen raised his eyes and saw Ye Tianling looking at him, and said with a smile, "Fourth brother, what are you looking at?"
Ye Tianling said, "Look at you eating."
"I'm hungry." Qing Chen said casually, "Would you like to try it? Today, the chef's cooking skills in Yanxi Palace seem to have improved a lot."
Ye Tianling shook his head: "The cooking department of Fengshan has always been good. There used to be an old cook who cooked well. He had minced chicken and golden bamboo shoots, as well as lychee meat, panzhi scallops, fried crab with onion and ginger, Su Bazhen did a great job."
Qing Chen asked, "Why haven't I seen it?"
Ye Tianling said: "The old man in the palace is long gone, and even though he has this dish, it doesn't taste like that anymore."
Qing Chen pestered him to tell some old stories about his childhood. He didn't want such a calm person like Ye Tianling to be extremely naughty when he was young, and the Yanxi Palace was turned upside down by him all day long.
But this so-called unbridled childhood was extremely short-lived. Ye Tianling joined the army to experience battlefields at the age of nine. At that time, he was led by Emperor Renzong's eldest son, King De Ye Yanzhao.
It was after Shengwu's crusade against Nanfan in ten years, the twenty-year-old King De and the current Emperor had a disagreement in the rewards for the generals. I couldn't think about it for a while, so I killed myself.
Five years later, Ye Yanxuan, the second son of Renzong, died of illness, and Renzong had no heirs since then. In the first month of the next year, the Emperor of Heaven granted the eldest son Ye Tianhao the crown prince, offered sacrifices to the Taimiao, and pardoned the world.
In September of the same year, 15-year-old Ye Tianling led the army to fight against the Turks for the first time, and made great achievements in the first battle. In the ten years since then, a virtuous and benevolent prince and a stern and ruthless prince have emerged from the Celestial Dynasty, and the two princes of Renzong are probably no longer remembered by anyone.
While talking, Qing Chen saw Ye Tianling leaning against the couch like a flat lake, as if he was talking about other people's affairs. Looking back on the past with his current status, he was in a different state of mind. The so-called childhood is just a snap of the fingers, so I watched the grievances and grievances of my parents and brothers coldly. Perhaps since then, a part of my heart has become hardened, and no one will be allowed to approach.
Ye Tianling's eyes were silent and deep, at this time Yan Xi came in and reported, "Your Highness, everyone is waiting at Changchun Hall."
Ye Tianling nodded: "Understood." Standing up, he said to Qing Chen, "I'll go and have a look."
Qing Chen nodded and watched Ye Tianling go out, but frowned slightly, his body was still limp, and he leaned lightly on the warm couch in a daze.