Even though Li Yuanmin quickened his pace, he still heard the bright and clear voice coming from around the corner. He stopped breathing, and saw a servant of Zhong Cui Palace coming from a distance, holding an iron chain , followed by a "person" behind him.
To be precise, he was chained around his neck, kneeling on all fours like an animal, and being led away. His elbows and knees were worn out by the ground, soaked with a layer of blood, but he seemed He didn't care at all, just walked forward with empty eyes.
Li Yuanmin's throat was blocked, he clenched his fists, and let them pass by without squinting.
The servant saw Li Yuanmin, an ominous person, and didn't say hello, just ignored him as usual and walked by.
After a while, two large iron cages were pushed in from the palace gate in the distance, and two huge tigers and leopards were roaring at each other through the iron fence.
The kneeling young man lowered his head, lowered his eyes, took the dust-stained snack that the servant threw on the ground just now, and swallowed it like a real beast.
Returning to the West Hall in a daze, Li Yuanmin had a nightmare that night, and in the middle of the night, he developed a high fever again. Li Yuanmin felt as if he was having a nightmare from which he would never wake up, and there was always a scarlet iron cage in the dream.
When Qiu Chan got up at night, she found that Li Yuanmin had already started talking nonsense.
Qiu Chan let out a cold snort, paused for a while, and was about to pretend not to see her and leave. Suddenly, she felt blessed, and after thinking about it secretly, she immediately went back to her room and changed into her favorite goose-yellow palace dress on weekdays. Hastily went to Tai Hospital.
"Doctor!" Qiu Chan rushed into the door and began to cry softly, "Doctor! Help my master!"
The person on duty was an unfamiliar middle-aged imperial physician. He was a little bit sleepy, but he still stood up and asked softly:
"Which palace master?"
Qiu Chan originally thought that Imperial Physician He was young and should have frequent night shifts, but she didn't want to be disappointed. She secretly hated her, so she could only bless her body. Something happened."
The middle-aged imperial physician was a little hesitant, and Qiu Chan knew why. No one in this palace wanted to get involved with that ominous person in the West Palace. If there were no other nobles in the palace to speak, which imperial physician would go? She secretly hated her fate as a errand in the West Hall, and was waiting to find a way to go down the stairs when the curtain of the inner room was lifted, and a man came out, with a face like a crown of jade, and a tall and straight figure. Doctor He
His face was calm, but his movements were a little more hasty. He put on a smock, carried a medical kit, and bowed to the middle-aged medical officer.
"Father, let me go."
The middle-aged imperial physician frowned, unable to say anything to stop him.
"Alright, please be more careful, go and come back quickly."
"yes."
Qiu Chan's heart jumped for joy, but her face was still sad, her eyes were red, and she looked more and more pitiful.
"Physician He, I have to work hard for you again."
He Yunyi waved his hand: "No problem."
After finishing speaking, she hurried out the door, and Qiu Chan hurriedly followed.
Walking into the west hall, but feel that the hall is cold, the charcoal fire in the hall is only ashes, cold.
"Why not make charcoal?"
Qiu Chan was taken aback, biting her lip, and said pitifully, "Our Highness has never been favored. Even this charcoal is the miscellaneous charcoal left after being exploited by other palaces, but even so variegated , fell into our palace, ten percent is only one or two, and the slaves are tight, and they can barely burn a charcoal fire every other day... Every winter, the slaves have one or two sores on their hands, and it hurts when they touch the water …”
Qiu Chan took a careful look at He Yunyi's face, and saw the obvious pity on his face, she was overjoyed, and was about to say something, when He Yunyi went straight in.
Unexpectedly, sleeping inside is even more chilly, and the west hall has little sunshine all the year round, not to mention the heavy nights.
The person on the bed was covered with a quilt, his face was flushed, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he was saying something subconsciously.
He Yunyi was about to put down the medical box when his wrist was suddenly grabbed, and he could only hear the other party gritted his teeth and murmured in pain,
"Save him... quickly save him..."
He Yunyi wanted to tear off his hand, but found that the other party was exerting all his strength, he hesitated for a while, stopped struggling, and only treated him with one hand.
After the needle was applied, the person in front of him finally calmed down, and his frowning brows relaxed. He Yunyi stared at him for a long time, and finally took the hand off his wrist, put it under the quilt, and walked out of the inner room to call Here comes Ticicada.
"Please trouble auntie to go to the Imperial Hospital tomorrow to get the medicine according to the prescription." He Yunyi seemed to think of the situation in the West Palace, and added softly, "Don't worry, I will explain myself, and no one will make things difficult for me."
Seeing that he treats her so attentively, Qiu Chan blushed slightly, and was filled with joy in her heart: "Thank you, the imperial physician."
He Yunyi thought for a while, then took out a jade box from his bosom, "This is the Guben Peiyuan Ointment, please let His Highness take it every day."
He was about to explain something more, when a hoarse "Doctor He" from behind the curtain stopped him.
He Yunyi paused, immediately put down the pill in his hand, opened the curtain and went in.
A slender and cold hand lifted the bed curtain, the face looked paler than last time, but the eyes were still like autumn water, and a little cloud and mist rippled away from the distance, making people see Unclear, unclear.
He Yunyi didn't know what the feeling in his heart was, but he was a little uncomfortable, so he coughed lightly,
"What is Your Highness calling me for?"
"Can you... can you give me some wound medicine?"
He Yunyi was taken aback for a moment: "How is your Highness hurt?"
Li Yuanmin shook his head, his eyelashes moved slightly: "I don't, it's just..."
He paused: "Be prepared for peace of mind, is it convenient?"
Although this is not a big deal, everyone in the West Palace is taboo. If his father finds out about it, he will have to say a few words. However, He Yunyi only thought for a moment, then nodded,
"I will be on duty tomorrow afternoon, and I will send all the supplies to His Highness by then."
Li Yuanmin looked at this best friend from his previous life. They didn't know each other at the moment, they were only acquainted with each other, but the other party still had no grievances to help him with this favor. Thinking of his miserable end in his previous life, Li Yuanmin felt a little sour, and he just held it tightly fist.
"Thank you, Imperial Physician He."
Zhihe, I will do my best in this life so that you will not die miserably. I only hope that you will live a peaceful life.
***
The autumn election is approaching, and several princes began to get busy, posting posts, meeting with staff, communicating with internal and external, all trying to pave the way for the future.
Especially Wang Guifei, her fourth prince is no better than the eldest prince. She has an uncle Zuoxiang who is a veteran of three dynasties and has many children. In the remaining two months, the whereabouts of the noble children of the right age in the imperial court were almost clear, but Sima Yu, the eldest son of Zhenbei Hou, had an ambiguous attitude.
Wang Guifei is anxious—half of the military power of the Bei'an Dynasty is in the hands of Zhenbeihou! If his son is included in the account, there is a big chance of winning. But seven or eight of the door cards of the fourth prince had already been delivered, and they were all rejected one by one for various reasons. Wang Guifei couldn't help being impatient, and also heard that the first prince was also in a normal situation, so she felt relieved, and even sent people to keep an eye on him. Watching the movement of the Zhenbeihou Mansion, he seized the time to plan his troops.
It's a bit of a burnt-out feeling.
In the West Palace, Li Yuanmin looked at Dongyue who was kneeling on the ground, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth. No one would have thought that this dull and even silly palace maid was actually the Sima family's eyeliner by his side. She held a letter in her hand, and Li Yuanmin knew what was inside without opening it.
In his previous life, he relied on the Gao Zhi delivered in this letter, which gave him that sinful relationship with Sima Yu.
Now today, he doesn't have the confusion and joy of his previous life, leaving only a sense of indifference.
Seeing his dark eyes, Dongyue only thought that he was worried, and comforted him softly:
"Your Highness, don't worry, everything has a son, you just wait for the autumn election."
After handing over the letter in her hand to Li Yuanmin, the expression on Dongyue's face disappeared again, and she became that dull maid again. She blessed her body and retreated.
—"There are troubles in the world, but according to my heart, there are some things that don't need to be explained in detail."
Later in the last life, Li Yuanmin naturally asked the reason for all this, but the other party only replied lightly, with tenderness in his eyes.
He has been regarded as an ominous person since he was a child, not to mention others, even the servants in the palace are avoided, fearing that he will have contact with him. He grew up lonely and cold until he was thirteen years old. It was very dark and cold, and suddenly he encountered that light, even if he knew it was a moth to the flame, how could he not hesitate.
Li Yuanmin smiled vainly, and slowly closed his eyes.
Li Yuanmin didn't even read the letter, so he threw it on the candle and burned it. A wisp of blue smoke was misty and scattered in the unwarmed hall.
***
The end of the year is approaching, and the first snow falls in the capital city. The walls of the palace city are stained with a fine layer of white. Stay outside for a while longer.
Different from the cold weather outside, Zhongcui Palace is a different kind of luxurious scenery. The earth dragon is warm all day long, and a few wisps of white smoke rise from the golden stove with animal heads, creating a warm and fragrant fragrance.
In the hall, several court maids frowned and held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
Wang Guifei is leaning on the soft bed. She has passed her thirties not long ago. She has a well-maintained face that is unparalleled in beauty, and her gorgeous palace clothes are exquisite. Holding a gold thread brocade stove in her hand, she stared coldly at Li Yuanlang who was kneeling on the ground.
"waste!"
The hand stove was thrown out, and with a muffled sound, it fell on Li Yuen Long's head.
The force was not light, and Li Yuen Long was splashed with hot water all over his face. He didn't dare to dodge, but immediately bowed his head:
"Mother Concubine calm down!"
"Calm your anger? Why don't you tell me not to be angry, this harem is almost out of my place! I have cared for you for many years, but in the end it is not as useful as a dog!"
A trace of forbearance flashed in Li Yuanlang's eyes, but his voice became more and more humble.
"The child is incompetent, let the concubine mother down, she will be beaten and punished, but according to the concubine mother's words, I only hope that the concubine mother will take pity on the child, don't get angry, take care of yourself, the child is willing to die."
Being low and being small like this calmed down the anger in the hearts of many noble concubines. She took a deep breath and scolded:
"The autumn election is less than two months away. If the Marquis of Zhenbei gets the upper hand by Li Yuan, don't call me my concubine."
"My child, remember!"
Li Yuanlang swallowed his saliva, wiped off the water stains on his forehead with his sleeve, and said with a smile: "A few days ago, some new Taiping blood swallows were brought into the Jiangnan Governor's Mansion. It’s time to make up, Tete went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs yesterday and told me to keep the best tip for my concubine, the moon fragrance is simmering right now, don’t you want to try it?”
Wang Guifei sneered: "You have a conscience, get up."
Li Yuanlang let out a sigh, stood up obediently, and walked behind Wang Guifei with his hands down, rubbing his temples for her, as if the incident just now hadn't happened at all.
He has been courting Wang Chaoluan since he was a child, and knowing that she has always had headaches, he devoted himself to learning the method of rubbing acupoints. After many years, he has also acquired a good skill. Sure enough, after a short time, Wang Guifei slightly closed her eyes and drooped her eyes slightly. The corners of the lips relax a lot.
"If it weren't for you, a child who is knowledgeable and quick in handling things, how could you be where you are today? Look at the one in the West Palace, and you will know that I have treated you well."
Li Yuanlang laughed along with him, his voice becoming more and more docile: "The concubine mother has always treated the child as if she were her own, even if it is her own mother, she can't compare to it. Such a great kindness will be remembered in my heart."
Concubine Wang twitched her mouth and cast a sideways glance at him: "Don't blame me for being so angry today, but your fourth brother is usually careless, so I have to take care of him for him. As an elder brother, you have to take care of yourself. If you can't help me even half a minute, how can this palace support some useless people?"
"Son wrote it down."
The strength of kneading and pressing became more and more satisfactory, and Wang Chaoluan couldn't help but let out a pleasant voice: "Your kung fu has really improved."
Looking at the bronze mirror with flower and bird embossing pattern on the side, although the person in the mirror is over the age, but the years of pampering and pampering have left no traces of time on her face, and she still can afford to be the "No. 1 beauty in the south of the Yangtze River" The title of ", thinking that Wang Chaoluan was just a daughter of Huzhou General Judge back then, and there were countless marquises and noble daughters in the capital. If it weren't for her face and scheming, how would she have gotten to where she is today
She has full confidence in her appearance. When it comes to appearance, she has never met any opponent... Thinking of this, a long and hazy face suddenly invaded her mind. Wang Chaoluan's eyes turned cold, pointing The tip can't help pinching into the palm of the hand.
After a while, she slowly relaxed, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.
——Even if there is, so what, that cheap concubine's life is contemptible, even if she was favored by His Majesty all those years ago, she would end up dying in a bloody collapse, leaving behind a bastard who was neither male nor female to defile the Tian family. I'm afraid that His Majesty will only be filled with disgust when thinking about her now.
That bitch Sima Yi is still trying to use her to win favor, it's a joke! So what if she was born in the prestigious Zhenbeihou Mansion? It's not that she can't have her own child! Now that the Sima family has a high status and power, they have to choose between the eldest prince and her fourth prince. If it wasn't for the fact that her mother's family was not prosperous, how could she have overtaken his Sima family? Sitting on the queen's throne, Wang Chaoluan took a deep breath when thinking of the non-smiling social fawning in Ronghua Palace on weekdays.
Take it easy.
Just as he was slowly leaning back on the pillow, Tong Chuan's eunuch came in lightly.
"Your Majesty, the Third Prince is here to greet you."
"Who?" Wang Chaoluan didn't know for a moment.
The waiter said: "That's the one from the West Hall..."
Wang Chaoluan frowned. Since she was in charge of the seal of the harem, five years ago, she avoided greetings from this unlucky person. Why did she come here again today
The fuzzy and beautiful face skipped in my mind for a moment. Wang Chaoluan suddenly became interested, thought for a moment, then raised his hand,
"Let him in."