The curtain of the car floated up with the oncoming wind, revealing a corner of the green mountains outside the car, and the long stone road after retreating, like countless pictures, which are constantly rewinding.
In one corner of the screen, a black cloth scarf is fluttering, turning into overflowing black light, gradually occupying the entire screen.
The picture turned brighter, and the mottled sequins turned into familiar small flowers, which bloomed among the cliffs in Danzhou. A slightly rough but warm hand reached out and picked one.
The flowers are dried by the sun and sea breeze on the roof terrace of the houses and mixed into the tea. Boiling water is poured into the cup, stirring up the tea leaves and dried flowers, turning a golden amber color. Another hand reached out, picked it up firmly, and placed it in front of him.
"Master, let's have a cup of Sisi's new tea. Today is her first day." Sister Dong'er, who hadn't seen her for a long time, had a gentle smile on her face. For some reason, she didn't become a tofu beau in Danzhou today.
Shaking his head, he took the tea and sent it to the other side. Looking at Wan'er who was sitting next to him, who was gnawing on the chicken leg, he said angrily, "It's oily, you can eat it, drink a cup of tea to clear your throat." .”
Wan'er didn't speak, but her younger sister who was sitting on her right hand laughed, the slight worry on her brows disappeared, which made her feel very relieved.
"It's time to go." Wu Zhu said coldly with a black cloth covering his face.
"Where are you going?" I asked subconsciously.
"Go and see Miss."
"Okay." Without the slightest objection, I stood up excitedly, walked to the bed to pick up my luggage, and that... black box. But I don't know what's going on, the box is extremely heavy today, and I can't lift it no matter how hard I try, I'm sweating profusely.
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A drop of sweat slid down Fan Xian's forehead in a coma, and dripped onto the pillow. He opened a small gap in his eyelids in a daze, and looked at the painted eaves above him absently, knowing that he was in a very strange room, and couldn't help feeling chills all over his body, thinking:
"Could it be... wear it again?"
If you have to wear it once you die, perhaps Fan Xian would rather die more thoroughly the last time. Why come to this world for a while, see so many people, meet so many things, be moved so much, and feel reluctant to let go. , but left again, but still remember.
Fan Xian's somewhat distracted eyes finally adapted to the light in the room, and began to learn to focus like a baby, and finally saw clearly that beside him, Wan'er's eyes had turned into red and swollen little peaches from crying, tightly clutching the bed sheet Biting his lower lip, he refused to make a sound—it seemed that he was still alive, and he was still in the world of Qing Kingdom. I just don't know where I am lying.
It was difficult to lower his head, but from the pain in his chest, he knew that his injury had not healed. At this time, the room is surrounded by eunuchs with low brows and pleasing eyes, looking for something in fear, pretending to be busy and sad. At the door, a group of old men in imperial doctor clothes are looking at A middle-aged man speaks.
"Your Majesty, the ministers are really helpless."
The middle-aged man said angrily: "If you can't save him, you will be buried with him!"
Fan Xian, who was in a semi-comatose state, watched this scene, but couldn't help but sneered, but the corners of his lips curled up in disobedience to his brain's command.
He thought in his heart, this is indeed a very familiar line, but you, the emperor, only came to be ruthless when I was about to die. It seems that you are not very kind. Compared with the current situation, Fan Xian subconsciously hopes that it is his father. Fan Shangshu was yelling at the imperial physician.
He wanted to stretch out his hand to pat the back of Wan'er's hand, but he didn't have the strength to move it. There was no pain anywhere in his body, and there was no emptiness anywhere. He forcibly raised his mind, but there was a buzzing in his head, and he passed out again.
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When Master Fan Tisi still had time to slander the emperor and comfort his wife, the whole capital was already in chaos.
The emperor was assassinated!
It is impossible to hide this matter from everyone in the world, so many people knew about it at dusk. But what reassures the people is that His Majesty was not injured in this incident. But not long after, there was another news that Mr. Xiaofan, the commissioner of the Overwatch Council, loyally protected the emperor, acted bravely, and personally eliminated this great disaster. After arresting the assassin in Beijing, he finally fell to the ground and was seriously injured. I don't know if he can survive!
Fan Xian has always had a good reputation among the people of Qing. When he heard the news, most of the residents of Kyoto expressed their sincere concern and heartfelt blessings with their rice bowls in their hands. At night, people who went to Qing Temple with lanterns to pray for him actually lined up. long queue.
The Fan Mansion on Chengnan Street did not turn on a few lights, and it was dim, and the servants waited for news at a loss. After Fan Xian was injured, he was sent directly to the palace by the tiger guards. After His Majesty returned to Beijing, he left the seriously injured Fan Xian in the palace, and the imperial doctors kept watching him. Regarding His Majesty's statement, everyone in the Fan family took it for granted - the young mistress and the young lady have already entered the palace, and there is no news yet, but it is rumored that the young master was stabbed and seriously injured. method.
To everyone's surprise, Fan Jian, Minister of the Household Department, did not enter the palace, but just sat in his study with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.
After such a big incident, it is impossible for Chen Pingping to still be watching beautiful girls singing and dancing in the Chen Garden in the suburbs. He returned to the Overwatch Council in a wheelchair, and immediately began to investigate the assassination. The bodies of the young eunuch and the ninth-rank master who were captured.
Prince Jing has already rushed into the palace, Princess Roujia stayed in her boudoir crying.
I don't know how many little girls in Beijing are still sad.
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The second prince tightly closed the gate of the palace, strictly forbidding anyone under his command to inquire about any news or react in any way. He knew that his current situation was very dangerous. In this troubled time, any inappropriate actions would bring disaster to himself.
The First Prince stood guard outside the Guangxin Palace where Fan Xian was rescued, pacing non-stop.
Concubine Yigui also led the Third Prince to stand outside Guangxin Palace. The life of the third prince today was saved by Fan Xian, let alone Concubine Yigui's relationship with the Fan family, as a woman in the palace, she also knew what was behind His Majesty's anger, And what kind of attitude should I show.
The queen did not come, and the prince of the East Palace only pretended to care a few words at Guangxin Palace, comforted Wan'er and Ruoruo, and asked His Majesty to put the Holy Body as the most important thing, and then returned to the East Palace.
According to other news, although the Empress Dowager just sent Eunuch Hong to take a look, the old man was currently burning incense and praying for blessings in the Xiaonian Hall behind the Hanguang Hall.
The news that Fan Xian was seriously injured and was about to die caused all the forces in the Qing Kingdom to react as close as possible to the truth, and it felt absurdly cute.
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Guangxin Palace used to be the residence of the eldest princess in the palace, and it was also the place where Fan Xian visited the palace for the first time at night, but he had never stayed in the palace, so when he woke up, there was nothing there. He recognized himself as lying in the palace. Although Fan Xian suffered such a serious injury for His Majesty, it was very inappropriate for a courtier to be left in the palace for treatment. Fortunately, he also had a son-in-law who was the eldest princess.
With a creak, the door of Guangxin Palace was pushed open, and the emperor came out with a sullen face, and glanced at Fan Ruoruo who was about to cry beside him, with a slight tiredness on his brow. Eunuch Yao said with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, you can go and rest first, Mr. Fan is here with imperial doctors, so it should be fine."
A cold light flashed in the emperor's eyes: "Those useless guys..."
"Your Majesty, I want to go in and have a look." Fan Ruoruo stabilized his mind and bowed to the emperor, "But... the imperial physician is not letting me in."
"Huh?" The emperor frowned, "Why?" He noticed a very unusual suitcase at Miss Fan's feet.
Fan Ruoruo bit her lip and said, "Brother hasn't woken up yet, but Tiger Guard said that he asked me to bring him the antidote pills he usually used. It must be because he knew it well before he fell into a coma, but the imperial doctor didn't... believe me."
The emperor stood silently on the steps, the imperial physician naturally had his own procedures for treating illnesses, and it was normal to refuse Fan Ruoruo's medicine. But the emperor at this time is different from the past many years... It seems that for the first time, he found that among his many sons, only the inner one is the most promising, and only the inner one is not for his own position. Thinking about the problem...
At the Hanging Temple, at such a critical juncture, if Fan Xian's first choice was to save the emperor regardless of life and death, I am afraid that the suspicious emperor would still be wary of Fan Xian, because that kind of behavior might be the reason behind him. As a powerful minister—who wants to show his loyalty to a monarch—people who have the profession of emperor never believe in visible loyalty.
But the problem is... Fan Xian chose to save the third child first!
If you look into it, the Metropolitan Procuratorate can even impeach Fan Xian for treason based on this detail. It's just that the emperor is an unusual person, but from this detail, he thinks he can clearly see that under the extremely deep surface of Fan Xiancheng's mansion, there is still a gentle and kind heart... just like that woman back then.
It's funny that Fan Xian didn't think that way at that moment. The problem is, the emperor didn't know.
Therefore, the emperor was very pleased.
After knowing that Fan Xian was seriously injured and dying, he hadn't wavered in his heart for many years, and finally he felt the slightest tremor. He even began to wonder if he had squeezed Fan Xian too much. After self-doubt, he even felt a tinge of unreasonable jealousy towards Fan Jian, a tinge of anger that he couldn't express to the sky—such an outstanding young man, why... can he only be your son
How many sons do you have? The eldest is too straight, the second is too fake, the third... is too young, as for the prince? The emperor sneered in his heart, wondering if this little bastard thought I didn't see you stepping on that wine glass on purpose
So he kept Fan Xian in the palace. On the one hand, he wanted to save Fan Xian as soon as possible. On the other hand, it was because of some negative emotions in the bones of a middle-aged man. Fan Jian, who grew up with him since he was a child, may be very clear about His Majesty's psychological process, so when his son was seriously injured, he did not enter the palace, but stayed in the study of Fan's mansion very sadly.
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His Majesty called, the imperial physician was leading an imperial doctor who was taking a rest out of the palace gate, and replied with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, the bleeding outside has stopped. But the knife hurt Mr. Fan's internal organs." .”
The emperor lifted his chin slightly, and signaled Fan Ruoruo's existence: "Why don't you let Miss Fan's family enter the palace?"
Even at this moment, the imperial physician did not forget to maintain his professionalism, and said with a frown, "I don't know what the ingredients of those pills are... The assassin's knife is soaked in poison, but the poison has not been analyzed clearly, so I dare not eat it randomly, for fear …”
"Scared!" At this time, Prince Jing, who had been sitting on the chair under the steps, rushed up, slapped the imperial physician on the cheek, and cursed: "I gave you two hours If you don't talk about resuscitating people, you should at least resuscitate Fan Xian! As long as he wakes up, with his medical skills, he will be more reliable than a poor old man like you!"
The imperial doctor was being slapped in the face, and he was so angry that he was dizzy and couldn't say anything at all.
The emperor was about to reprimand Prince Jing for his inappropriate behavior, but after listening to these few words, his heart skipped a beat and he felt that it was very reasonable. Now that Fei Jie is not in Beijing, when it comes to detoxification and healing, I am afraid that no one is better than Fan Xian. He frowned and said, "Anyway, think of a way to wake Fan Xian up!"
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the emperor realized that Fan Xian was indeed an all-rounder, and if he hadn't worried that he and the princes would be poisoned by cigarettes and threw the medicine bag on the floor, he might even be poisoned by the assassin's sword poison. It wouldn't fall into the current situation - and thought of another benefit of Fan Xian. He couldn't help sighing again in his heart, and thought to himself, it would be great if the child's mother... wasn't her.
He shook his head, and returned to the imperial study under the guidance of the eunuchs.
Having received His Majesty's imperial decree, King Jing led Fan Ruoruo, pushed the guards at the gate of the palace, and rushed to the bedside regardless of the painstaking admonitions of the imperial doctors.
Wan'er's eyes were red and swollen, she didn't say a word, she just held Fan Xian's cold hand and stared blankly at Fan Xian's pale face after coma, as if she didn't even know who was coming behind her.
Looking at this scene, Fan Ruoruo felt a little sad in her heart, but she immediately became firm. She believed that this great brother of hers could not die so easily.
"Wake him up." Prince Jing no longer looked like a flower farmer today, but looked like a decisive general, squinting his eyes and said, "If taking medicine doesn't work, I'll cut off one of his fingers."
Fan Ruoruo didn't seem to hear these words, and took out several wooden boxes of different sizes from the carrying case.
Prince Jing said: "Do you know... which one should I take?" He couldn't help but be careless, after all, the imperial doctors are not complete idiots, and there is some truth in what they said. If the pill is taken wrong, the ghost knows what effect it will have. Fan Xian, who was dying, would belch straight away!
Fan Ruoruo nodded, and calmly took out a light yellow pill from the wooden box. The pill gave off a very pungent smell.
She handed the pills to her sister-in-law. The two girls are ice-snow smart people. After Lin Wan'er's palm trembled, she didn't need to ask any more questions. She just put it in her mouth and began to chew quickly. She then took the pill from the eunuch. Take a sip of warm water to make the medicine in your mouth thinner.
The imperial doctors who were watching curiously and nervously knew that these two bold girls were about to inject drugs, and they couldn't stop them anyway, so one of them hurried forward and pried open Fan Xian's chest with a special wooden tool. teeth.
Lin Wan'er lowered her head and fed it.
Prince Jing, who had been watching silently, suddenly stretched out a palm, patted Fan Xian's chest, and then moved down.
Then, everyone began to wait nervously.
After an unknown amount of time, Fan Xian's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then opened, but his eyes were a little weak.
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"Master Fan is awake!"
The eunuch, who had known it for a long time, shouted, and went out of the palace to report to His Majesty the Emperor, and the inside and outside of the palace suddenly became lively.
Fan Xian's first thought when he really woke up after being injured was: "Many people must be disappointed."
Then he looked at the familiar faces beside him who were tense, excited, and still sad, and said softly, "Pillow."
Wan'er clenched her fists and closed her lips tightly, as if she was too nervous to speak. He took a pillow and put it on the back of his neck, knowing that Xianggong wanted to see the injury on his chest, so he put another pillow on it to make his head higher.
Ruoruo had already moved a bright candlestick over, illuminating his miserable chest after being injured extremely brightly.
Fan Xian closed his eyes, first let the pungent medicinal power gradually dissipate in his body, boosted his already withered energy to the extreme, then slowly opened his eyes, and looked towards his chest.
The wound was not deep, and the location was a bit lower. It looked like the chest, but it should actually be on the upper part of the stomach. The imperial doctors treated the external injuries very well, and Fan Xian couldn't find any faults.
But he knew that his stomach should have been punctured, and it was still bleeding slowly. Can't make it through tonight. With the medical level of this world, there is really no way to deal with the injury of internal organs, no wonder the imperial doctor.
"Erase." His energy kept him from giving the order very briefly.
Fan Ruoruo didn't even think about it, just took the boiled coarse cloth and wiped off all the medicine powder on his brother's chest, causing the onlookers to cry out in surprise.
Not surprisingly, the wound on his chest began to ooze blood again.
"Needle." Fan Xian uttered a word softly, and with his hand that could barely move, he held his wife's cold hand that was shaking all over with his backhand.
Ruoruo took out a few long needles. Fan Xian turned his eyeballs slightly to the side, looked at Prince Jing and said, "Tiantu, Qimen, Yufu, Guanyuan, two points for the needle."
The needle needs the blessing of true energy, and at this moment... It seems that only Prince Jing has this ability. After Fan Xian woke up, he guessed clearly that the palm that sent the medicine into his abdomen before was filled with the vigorous and true energy he had practiced for many years. Prince Jing was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn't thought that he would also be a doctor, he took the long thin needles as he said, and nervously stuck them on the acupuncture points Fan Xian pointed to one by one.
The needle penetrated into the skin of the body, and the blood stopped, and the surrounding doctors were dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.
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"Three places." Fan Xian said weakly to Prince Jing.
King Jing immediately understood that the third division of the Overwatch Council was the best at producing poison, and he and His Majesty were in a mess because they cared about it. They forgot to let them enter the palace to detoxify Fan Xian. The sponsor and all the staff enter the palace to save the sick and treat the sick.
Unexpectedly, the people from the three divisions were already waiting outside the palace, and the leaders of the three divisions even asked several times to enter the palace to rescue Fan Xian, but the palace was in chaos tonight, and how many people were there from the commander of the imperial army? They were sent to question by the Overwatch Council, but no one dared to ask His Majesty for instructions, so naturally no one dared to let them enter the palace.
At this moment, King Jing delivered the decree on behalf of His Majesty, and the people from the Overwatch Council finally breathed a sigh of relief, directly entered the palace gate, and rushed to Guangxin Palace. The people from the three places brought a lot of things, and the nails seemed to be metal objects. Fan Xian, who was lying on the bed, listened to the sound, but it sounded as pleasant as the voice of Yuzhi Lun.
The leaders of the three divisions are senior brother Fei Jie's disciple, who is also Fan Xian's senior brother, and they have always gotten along very well with Fan Xian in the Overwatch Council. Seeing his junior brother lying on the bed in such a miserable state, his face suddenly became gloomy. He walked to Fan Xian's side and put a finger on his wrist.
Everyone, including the imperial doctor, watched him nervously.
After a while, the heads of the three departments nodded, looked at Fan Xian and said, "Junior brother's pill is already very good... But this poison is from the lineage of Dongyi City, try the one prepared in the courtyard."
Fan Xian's heart twitched slightly, and he took the medicine as he said. I don't know if it was a psychological factor, but his spirit immediately improved.
Among the so-called three great poison masters in the world, Fei Jie is the first, Xiao En is the second, and the third one is a strange person from Dongyi City. Among the three, Fei Jie has the widest range of knowledge and is undoubtedly the strongest. However, the masters of poison use have strong differences in the materials they choose and the style of poison production and distribution. For example, Xiao En focuses on animal oil and glandular secretion. Fei Jie's emphasis on plant sap also affected Fan Xian. However, the poison fed to the assassin's dagger was actually the poisonous saltpeter faction of the Dongyi City school. The two factions have different styles, and it is very troublesome to cure the poison. How could there be a standing antidote in the courtyard
So Fan Xian knew that this pill must have been sent into the palace by someone in the name of his senior to detoxify him. It's just that the senior, who has been obsessed with toxicological research all year round and thus seems a bit stubborn, obviously didn't think of this.
The toxins gradually faded, and what remained were the injuries on the internal organs. Looking at the Overwatch Council's ability to detoxify, the imperial doctors finally admired them a little, but they were still very curious about how this Fan Tisi and San Chu were going to deal with the internal wounds.
"Junior brother, I have brought the set of tools that you asked the division to prepare before, how can I use them?" The leader of the third division seemed to be unclear about the functions of those things.
Fan Xian looked at the bloody gash under his chest, panted and said, "I need someone with a lot of courage... and someone with a particularly steady hand."
The leaders of the three divisions have dealt with poisonous dead people all year round. I don’t know how many years I have watched the scene of disembowelment. Naturally, they are courageous enough. As for the people with particularly steady hands? These officials in the three places seem to be enough to deal with it.
But... Fan Ruoruo stubbornly stood in front of the bed and said, "I'll do it."