"My mother doesn't necessarily leave the palace once a year, and she hasn't left the palace for a single step in the past few months. Will this...will be artificially planted." Long Zhengyang said.
"Then you should investigate the people the queen has been in contact with recently. I have low medical skills, I can't do anything, I have high expectations, and I have no face to stay any longer, so I will leave."
Shui Nanhe shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave. Although he roughly figured out the cause of the queen's illness, the purpose of coming today has been achieved. But for a miracle doctor, the word "powerless" is always the greatest failure and shame. He has not said these four words for many years.
The last hope was ruthlessly snuffed out, the whole Lin family was like dead ashes, as if they had fallen into an abyss, and there was no mood to say goodbye to Shuinanhe. Lin Xiu is not only the sister of Lin Zhan, the daughter of Lin Kuang, but also the queen of Tianlong Kingdom. This identity is too important to the Lin family. If he lost it, the power of his Lin family would drop a lot invisibly.
"Immortal walk slowly." Long Yin let out a long sigh and said weakly. Long Zhengyang's face was gloomy, while Long Zhengyue had already rushed to Lin Xiu's bed and burst into tears.
At this moment, a little eunuch hurried in, knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, Doctor Li is asking to see you, and he said it's about the empress's illness."
Long Yin's eyes lit up: "Could it be that he thought of a diagnosis and treatment method? Tell him to come in."
Shuinanhe, who was about to step out of the door, also stopped, and said in a low voice: "Oh? If it's true, why don't I stay and ask for advice."
Lin Zhan and Lin Nu's complexions were still gloomy, and they didn't feel excited about it. Even the medicine immortals of the Southern Emperor Sect are helpless, and how can these quack doctors who can't even see the cause of the disease really have any solutions.
Doctor Li walked in hastily. He is currently the oldest imperial physician in the palace, and he does not need to kneel in front of Long Yin on informal occasions. Before he opened his mouth, Long Yin spoke first: "Li Aiqing, what method have you come up with to treat the queen?"
Doctor Li shook his head: "I am ashamed, let alone diagnosis and treatment, even the Empress's symptoms are puzzling. Although I can't do anything, I recommend a medical doctor who may have a way to treat the Empress. "
"Oh? Who is it? Tell me quickly! The queen doesn't have much time, and I want to drag him here too! Tell me quickly!" Long Yin pointed at him and stared.
"Yes... the person recommended by the old minister is none other than Ye Wuchen, the son of the Ye family." Li Yuyi said seriously. He was one of the three imperial physicians that Wang Wenshu invited to cure Ye Wuchen of "amnesia". He was overwhelmed by Ye Wuchen's few words. Although the three of them had promised to keep the secret for Ye Wuchen, But at this time, the Queen's life is at stake, so he doesn't care about reputation.
Long Yin's eyebrows twitched, apparently caught off guard by Li Yuyi's name. Lin Kuang, who was full of resentment and sorrow, almost couldn't help cursing: "My lord, you are still in the mood to joke about such a major matter that concerns the queen's life! In addition to painting and playing the flute, Ye's children can What else will you do! You actually recommended the Ye family’s child to come out of a disease that even the medicine fairy can’t cure, it’s such a joke!”
Doctor Li ignored him, but went on to say to Long Yin: "Your Majesty, the old minister is absolutely not joking. Mrs. Ye once asked Wei Chen, Mr. Wang, and Mr. Zhang to go to Ye Mansion together to cure Mr. Ye's amnesia. But before the three Weichens began to treat them, Young Master Ye revealed the hidden diseases in the three Weichens that even we hadn't discovered. He said exactly what he said, and gave countermeasures respectively. Only with eyes From a distance, it can be like this. Such medical skills are appalling. The three of you have never heard of it before. They really admire the young master of the Ye family, and they are suspicious of heaven. You are like a 13-year-old child in front of you, not worth mentioning!"
"Master Wang and Master Zhang can testify to this matter. The three ministers promised to keep the Ye family's son a secret, but now the empress's life is in danger, and the minister has no choice but to speak out even if he bears the name of a villain. In this way The astonishing medical skills of the son may really be able to save the empress."
Long Yin was terrified and moved, Ye Wuchen gave him a big shock again. At first he couldn't imagine how many terrifying things were hidden in this young man who even scared him a little.
"There is such a young man? I want to see the old man well." A strange light flashed in Shuinanhe's eyes, he turned and walked back to the hall, standing quietly by the side, like a winter pine, proudly Do not move.
"Is this true?" Long Yin already believed it completely, but he still confirmed it.
"It's absolutely true! Lord Wang and Lord Zhang are both outside the door, and the emperor will know when he asks. How dare a humble official talk nonsense about matters that are related to the life of the empress." Li Yuyi said solemnly.
"Hmph! He is a baby who hasn't grown up. How can he be so good even if he has some medical skills? Can he be better than Senior Yaoxian! Your Majesty, this matter must be man-made. Since there is no way to recover, the old minister is in grief. , I have to pour everything out to personally arrest the real culprit, and I ask the emperor for permission." Lin Kuang said in a painful voice with his head bowed. He didn't believe that Ye Wuchen had the ability to rescue Lin Xiu, let alone believe it. His words have been recognized by almost everyone - even the Yaoxian can't help it. Even if a person who is less than twenty years old really has superb medical skills that do not match his age, how can he still surpass the Yaoxian who is called a myth in the medical world?
Long Zhengyue, who was crying with his head buried, also sobbed: "Father, even the immortals can't help it. The queen mother is really hopeless. Let the child and grandpa thoroughly investigate the palace and arrest the real culprit, okay?"
Long Zhengyang stepped forward and said: "Father, my son thinks that Mr. Ye should be invited to have a try. Mr. Ye's painting skills and flute skills have reached the realm of heaven and man, and thousands of people have witnessed this. His medical skills may also be the same He has reached the state of transformation, otherwise, how could he be recommended by Master Li, who is highly skilled in medicine. This matter is related to the life of the empress mother, so we must try it. If Mr. Ye has no choice, it is not too late for us to think of other methods. We cannot arbitrarily think that Ye You must be helpless. Young Master Ye’s performance on stage back then was never unexpected. This time, he may really be able to bring us a big surprise as well.”
Long Yin nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Yang'er, go to Ye Mansion quickly and bring him here yourself."
"Yes, Royal Father!" Long Zhengyang responded and rushed out quickly.
…
Ye Wuchen sat in front of a drawing board, half-closed his eyes, his right hand seemed to be smearing casually on the drawing paper in front of him, he didn't know what he was drawing, and occasionally there was a gentle smile on his face. Not far away from him, Ningxue and Tongxin were sitting in the same posture on the big soft bed, playing with various colored papers in their hands. Ningxue was teaching Tongxin how to fold paper flowers, and Tongxin also learned it very quickly and seriously. I am used to playing Blade of Retribution, and the most indispensable thing in my hands is flexibility.
"Young Master...Young Master, His Royal Highness has come down and said he has something important to see the Young Master, and he is waiting in the front hall." Ye Qi's hurried voice came from outside the door. Ye Wuchen's paintbrush also stopped at this moment, and this painting that he had drawn for a whole morning ended perfectly.
"Tell the prince, I'll be there right away." He put the paintbrush away, and then flicked it lightly on the drawing paper with his hands, easily drying up the ink on it.
"Yes!" Ye Qi responded and left.
Ye Wuchen rolled up the drawing paper carefully, then tied it with a red thread, then smiled with satisfaction, turned around and said: "Xue'er, brother has something to go out, why don't you go to sister's place to play first, and help me by the way." Give her the painting."
"Well, okay." Ningxue put down the piece of paper in her hand, sat on the edge of the bed, and shook her two little white feet with a sweet smile on her face. Ye Wuchen naturally knew what she was thinking, smiled lightly, walked over to help her put on her shoes and socks gently, and then put the painting in her hands, "I should be back right away. If I come back late, I will be with my sister let's eat together."
"Well, then I'll go."
After Ningxue left, Ye Wuchen also helped Tongxin put on her shoes and socks, and said, "Tongxin, I will take you to your palace today, but you have to hide and don't let others see it."
When Ye Wuchen came to the front hall, Long Zhengyang was pacing anxiously there. When he saw him coming in, he didn't have time to say hello, so he pulled him out: "Brother Ye, my mother's mother is critically ill, and she may die at any moment. Wei, you go to the palace with me quickly, I have already prepared the horse."
"But… "
"Brother Ye, don't refuse. You are a disciple of the sword god, and your medical skills must be beyond comparison. Li Yuyi in the palace also recommended your medical skills. Whether my mother's life can be saved depends entirely on you. If it succeeds, You are my great benefactor, Long Zhengyang, if it doesn't work, no one will blame you." Long Zhengyang quickly pulled him outside the door, where two horses were already parked.
"Alright then. I've heard about the Queen's serious illness. I do know some medical skills. Since Brother Long thinks highly of me, I'll do my best."
Ye Wuchen jumped on the horse and rode away with Long Zhengyang.
…
"Sister, this is the painting that my brother asked me to give you." Ningxue tiptoed and held the painting that Ye Wuchen gave her to Ye Shuiyao. Ye Shuiyao's height is no less than Ye Wuchen's, even slightly higher, Ningxue's body can only reach his waist when standing upright.
Ye Shuiyao took the painting, Qiu Shui's eyes flickered complicatedly for a while, and then carefully unfolded the painting.
There are only two people in the painting, the two people she is most familiar with, one is herself and the other is her younger brother. In the painting, her limp body was lying on Ye Wuchen's shoulders, her face was slightly deformed, but she still had a very beautiful smile. And Ye Wuchen's two hands caressed her waist, scratching, and there was a narrow and smug smile on his face.
The picture was so familiar and so natural, as if the lingering picture that was lingering in her heart at that moment was truly presented before her eyes again. Ye Shuiyao's heartstrings were twitched heavily, and in her mind, the self and him of that day... and his voice, every movement, and every expression of him were reflected in her mind.
"Why... you have to do this every time... again and again... don't you know... is this really dangerous..." She murmured absentmindedly, as if she had suddenly lost her soul. Unknowingly, she leaned the painting against her chest, closed her eyes, and soothed her heart that suddenly became chaotic and painful.
"Sister, what did brother paint? I really want to see it." Ningxue stood on her tiptoes vigorously trying to see the painting in Ye Shuiyao's hands clearly, but unfortunately her body was too petite to do so.
Ye Shuiyao closed the paintings in her hands and asked silently: "What is he doing?"
"He? Is it brother? My brother has gone out, probably to the palace... It seems that there is something urgent." Ningxue replied truthfully.
"..." She didn't ask any more, just stood there with the painting in her hands, in a state of agitation, not knowing what to do or what to think, as if she had lost her soul.