With the gate of the Prince's Mansion closed, Gu Yuanbai was helped out of the carriage and ordered to knock on the door.
There were two stone lions in front of the palace gate. Gu Yuanbai had given the mansion as a reward back then, and the size of the lot was one in ten thousand miles. Surrounded by clan powers and dignitaries, Gu Yuanbai restrained clan clan very strongly, because he did not want to have any embarrassing royal relatives who would be written in the words and beheaded by "Bao Zheng".
And on this quiet and tidy street of power, and the prince's status is the most honorable.
The guard knocked on the door, and after a while, the doorman's voice rang inside the door: "My lord is in an ill health, and it is inconvenient to see guests recently. Everyone, please come back."
Gu Yuanbai said slowly, "Bump away."
The guards behind him rushed over from his side. Gu Yuanbai looked up at the plaque on the palace with the words "He Prince's Residence" written on it. The doorman inside the gate let out an exclamation, Gu Yuanbai came back to his senses, the door had been knocked open, and the doorman ran away.
Gu Yuanbai raised his hand and stopped the person from going inside. He saved the last bit of face for the prince and the prince, and led someone to wait in front of the palace gate. Tian Fusheng brought him a chair.
Soon, a group of people came hurriedly, headed by a tired-looking princess and the princess. They were shocked when they saw Gu Yuanbai, and hurried over to kneel and salute. The only one who was still standing was his relatives. After the concubine finished the ceremony, she said cautiously: "Sacred Shang Wan'an, the lord has been seriously ill recently, and the concubine made the decision in private, so that the house is closed."
He didn't let the imperial doctor take the pulse, the imperial doctor guessed that He had a heart disease, Gu Yuanbai believed half of it, and now when he talks to the princess like this, he didn't show any expression on his face, sighed and said: "I will send the imperial doctor in front of me. I came to heal the Prince He, but the Prince He avoided the seriousness of the disease. I was very worried in my heart after being ill with the Prince for several days. Where is he now? I will go and see him."
He and the princess hesitated, turned around and walked towards the mansion with the sage, she fell behind, and the housekeeper led the way, and said to the princess: "Sacred, the lord has a cold, you don't want to get too close, Wan Wan. You can't be overwhelmed."
Gu Yuanbai smiled, "I will."
Tian Fusheng will politely invite the prince and concubine away, and after leaving with the only master in the prince's mansion, the remaining servants are obviously trembling. "lead the way."
*
When the Prince and the Prince returned home in the torrential rain last time, the entire Prince's Mansion was taken aback.
The torrential rain that day hurt people's faces, and they were very embarrassed with the prince, and the bun was broken. What was even more frightening was that there was a little blood on the hem of the prince's clothes.
He Wangfei was so frightened that he fainted in front of his eyes, and finally he was relieved when he learned that He was not injured, but in the end, He Wangfei found that he was relieved earlier.
After returning with the prince, he became irritable and uncertain. The servants in the palace would always anger the prince at inexplicable points, and the prince became angry and became more unpredictable than ever. His face was gloomy, as terrifying as King Yama.
The princess couldn't persuade the prince, and she didn't dare to go forward to persuade him.
But apart from the days when he just returned home, the next few days and the prince seem to have returned to normal. But afterward, when the Prince and the Prince ran into two little servants and talked intimately, they suddenly burst into a rage.
The repressed atmosphere of the Prince's Mansion has been covered for more than ten days.
In front of the master bedroom door, the young servant who came to report in advance had a trembling voice and whispered to the crack of the door: "My lord, the saint is coming soon."
There was a deep response from the room, the door was slammed open, and a gentle scholar came out.
The scholar is a guest in the palace, and his surname is Wang. Mr. Wang said, "I'm going to prepare to welcome the sage."
*
Ignoring the person who was kneeling on the ground, Tian Fusheng stepped forward to open the door, and as soon as the door opened, the strong smell of medicine wafted out. Gu Yuanbai was already very familiar with these medicines. As soon as he smelled it, he knew that it was a medicine to cure wind-cold.
Gu Yuanbai called towards the door, "With the prince?"
There were no lights in the dark bedroom, and the pale light only illuminated a deserted place. Gu Yuanbai called out, and after a while, a hoarse voice sounded: "Sage, don't come close."
Just listening to this voice, I felt that the prince and the prince were very ill.
Gu Yuanbai taught a lesson: "You have been sick for more than ten days, and you didn't even go to the morning court. I sent the imperial doctor to come to treat you, but you didn't even let the imperial doctor enter."
After being silent for a while with the prince, "The sage is concerned about the minister?"
But the words just fell, and the prince said again: "Forget it, I don't want to know."
Gu Yuanbai: "..."
What's wrong with the prince
Gu Yuanbai raised his long eyebrows and was about to walk into the room with his feet raised. The Prince He in the room should have heard the footsteps, and said: "This minister has caught the wind and cold, the Holy Master should take care of the dragon's body, stay away from the minister, and don't want to come in."
"What I'm saying is," Gu Yuanbai stopped and followed the trend, "I brought the imperial doctor here, and the prince and the prince are the ministers of Daheng's arms, and the cold has dragged on for more than ten days, after all, it is right. My health is not good. Now that I have them come to see and treat Prince He, I can relax my heart."
As soon as he finished speaking, the imperial doctor walked into the bedroom from behind him. Gu Yuanbai walked slowly to the end, Tian Fusheng hesitated, trying to persuade the sage not to go in, but did not dare to stop the sage's decision.
There wasn't a single light in the bedroom.
Lying on the bed with the prince, he was covered with a thick quilt from head to toe. He only stretched out one hand from the quilt and asked the imperial doctor to take the pulse.
The three imperial physicians took their pulses one by one and came over and said to Gu Yuanbai, "Sir, what the prince and the prince have suffered from is the disease of wind and cold."
Gu Yuanbai narrowed his eyes.
From the inside out, he felt nothing was wrong.
The sage didn't speak, and the imperial doctor didn't dare to look up. The prince and the prince seemed to feel that something was wrong. The quilt heaved a bit. Gu Yuanbai suddenly strode forward, grabbed the quilt, and raised it violently. People are completely exposed.
He Prince's eyes were blue and black, his lips were cracked, and there was a faint glow of dried blood. At this moment, he was suddenly lifted by the quilt, his eyes were full of surprise, and he was looking at Gu Yuanbai by surprise.
Gu Yuanbai loosened his hands, and the heavy quilt fell on Prince He again. He didn't change his expression. After seeing Prince He's face, he frowned and said, "Why should Prince He cover his mouth and nose? It's not good for your illness."
"..." Prince He avoided his eyes and said solemnly, "I am afraid that I will give Sheng Shang a sickness."
Gu Yuanbai was silent for a while, and asked Tian Fusheng to move a chair beside the bed. He sat beside him, sighed and said, "He Prince, you have to take care of your health."
He put the Prince He's hand that had just been pulsed on the side, Gu Yuanbai patted the back of his hand twice, and the Prince shook suddenly, and clenched his fist.
Tian Fusheng dared to persuade in a low voice: "Sir, you and the prince should rest a lot. Come out quickly, and be careful that you are sick."
The head of the guard was also persuading him, but Gu Yuanbai finally got up. He picked up the quilt with his own hands and covered it tightly for the prince.
He leaned down slightly, the blue silk on his back swayed in front of his eyes, and the noble palace incense smell came, and the look in the eyes of the prince was serious.
Dirty, deep, dark.
Mud generally can not be thrown off.
He tilted his head repressedly and closed his eyes to rest.
The saint stood up straight, and when he saw him like this, he didn't say anything and went out quietly.
After an unknown amount of time, the voices outside the door finally quieted down. The door was closed, and the sins were scattered in the drowsy bedroom. Suddenly, the door was pushed open a crack. Mr. Wang walked in and cupped his hands: "My lord, the sage has left the palace."
He said to the prince, "It's good to leave."
"The sage cares about you very much," Mr. Wang said softly, "Why did the lord hurt himself, and ran to pour cold water in the middle of the night."
He snorted lightly and felt amused, he shook his head and sat up from the bed, "What do you know?"
Gu Yuanbai doesn't care about him.
*
On the carriage back to the palace, Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes and rested.
"Well," Gu Yuanbai responded, and seemed to ask casually, "How many days may you have been with the Prince's illness?"
The imperial doctor shook his head in embarrassment.
Gu Yuanbai no longer embarrassed him, but supported his head and thought about things alone.
The sage once stipulated that horses should not be murdered in the downtown area, and carriages also had speed limits, so the drivers walked extremely slowly, the hooves of the horses stomped, and the bumps were absorbed by the layers of blankets, and the carriage was as stable as the ground.
After a while, Gu Yuanbai suddenly opened his eyes. He lifted the curtain and looked out, and saw a group of people punching and kicking at the corner of the wall deep in an alley.
“… eccentric tricks…”
"Carpenter's junk..."
"...to be a scholar in vain."
The broken words fell into Gu Yuanbai's ears intermittently. Gu Yuanbai swept it around and fixed his eyes on the torn wooden stub. Judging from the appearance, it should be a self-made crossbow.
Gu Yuanbai immediately said: "Stop the horse. Zhang Xu, bring that person to me."
*
Xu Ning felt that he was about to die.
He tightly protected his head and hands, curled up together, and was beaten around the corner in a humiliating and embarrassing manner. The crossbow that they made earlier had been trampled to pieces by them. He thought he could make them admit their mistakes by relying on this hand of carpentry, but he didn't expect that his favorite thing could not save him.
Agricultural business.
Xu Ning already had a reputation as a scholar, so he shouldn't have been so embarrassed.
But he prefers those tricks and craftsmanship, and he prefers woodworking. He dismantles all the wooden things in his home and studies them. The more he studies, the more he loves them.
But others think that he, a scholar, likes this is a shame and a wrong way. Those people look down on him, not only look down on him, but also envy him for being a scholar, so they want to destroy him.
The things he loves the most have the pressure that he can't bear, and he also loves and hates the craftsman's life, and even has a bit of resentment.
But if he wanted to stop, he was reluctant to stop.
Xu Ning's face was full of tears, he held his breath and was kicked again.
Just when he was full of despair, he suddenly remembered a few screams from behind. Xu Ning raised his head and saw a few tall people walking over and said in a deep voice, "Come here."
Xu Ning staggered to his feet and looked at the imposing carriage at the entrance of the alley with a horrified expression, "Who, who are you!"
The captain of the guard was in a hurry to return to the saint's side, and said succinctly: "Your noble person."