Fang Moyan refused to tell us what the pulse condition was.
He only instructed Changle mysteriously, asking him to go to the Imperial Hospital to get the medicine in person every day and never let anyone else do it.
I also specifically asked for some other things, such as:
You must pay attention to your diet and avoid eating too spicy and greasy food, even hawthorn and dates are not allowed;
You can’t do any strenuous exercise within a month, especially horse riding, and you should avoid walking as much as possible.
When riding in a sedan chair on a daily basis, you must make sure it is stable and padded with soft cushions to avoid bumps and collisions.
In short, it was a weird thing, as if Duan Changchuan suddenly became a glass man.
Changle was worried. On the way to seeing Fang Moyan off, he kept asking:
"What is your majesty's illness? My mother almost died of the disease two years ago, and she didn't take such precautions... Doctor Fang, if you really can't tell me, can you give me a little hint? My heart is pounding, I'm scared..."
"Don't worry, Eunuch Le. It's really not a serious illness..."
"It's not a serious illness, why can't he even walk more... His Majesty just turned 18, and now he can't ride a horse... Woo woo woo... I feel so sad."
"Uh... Father-in-law, please don't cry. It's really not that serious..."
"… "
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Changle and Yunxie were both worried, but Duan Changchuan, the patient himself, didn't care about anything. He turned around and went to bed and fell asleep.
After waking up, I don't remember anything.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Changle carrying a bowl of bitter medicine towards him. His eyes widened: "I am only slightly drunk, not completely drunk. I have already drunk the sobering soup. Why do I need to drink medicine?"
Changle whispered: "… Doctor Fang personally made it for you. I watched him make it. It took him two hours to make it. Doctor Fang told you for a long time that you must drink it…"
Duan Changchuan: …
"Am I sick enough to need medicine?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned the illness, but as soon as he talked about it, the little eunuch's eyes turned red again.
She tried hard to hold back her tears and whispered to him, "Doctor Fang said he's still unsure, so let's boil some medicine that won't hurt the body first... My lord, he has sent a letter to his master, and his master will be here in about seven or eight days at the earliest."
In fact, it’s not Changle’s fault that she was afraid. Fang Moyan’s master was a famous medical genius in Shengjing, but he had left Shengjing to travel seven years ago.
Before his death, the late emperor entrusted Duan Changchuan to the care of his son, but this medical genius had always been a naughty boy and could not sit still.
So, he started to tease his apprentice, Fang Moyan, every day. After teasing him for five years, he finally trained the apprentice to be a good student. After leaving a few medical books for family use, he ran away overnight.
Before leaving, the Old Boy left a letter for Zuo Wuya, saying: Don't underestimate my apprentice. I have taught him everything I have learned in my life. If my apprentice can't treat the disease, then neither can the entire Imperial Hospital.
Although the tone is arrogant, what he said is true.
So when Fang Moyan mentioned that he wanted to ask his master to come out of seclusion... In Changle's heart, it was truly like a terminal illness.
He kept asking but couldn't get any results, which made him even more upset.
After hearing the whole story, Duan Changchuan saw Changle was about to cry, so he took the bowl of medicine and drank it all.
"Since I'm sick, I'll just follow the doctor's advice. There's no need to worry. Doctor Fang won't lie. If he says it's not a serious illness, then it's definitely not a serious illness. Just take care of yourself and you'll be fine."
"Yes, I will obey your Majesty... Your Majesty will be fine."
The boy lowered his head, touched his belly, and said "hmm" softly.
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February was about to end in a flash, and the Regent and Duan Changchuan jointly drew up a list of personnel to go to investigate the military and enemy spies, and sent people on their journey quietly.
Just as these were dealt with, the Spring Examination in March was about to begin, and memorials from the Ministry of Rites began to come in one after another.
Duan Changchuan would read memorials until late at night every day, and the dark circles under his eyes became darker day by day.
It’s nightfall on the last day of February.
The young man sitting at the table looked through the list of candidates for the imperial examination page by page. When he saw the last one, he was stunned.
[Lin Qing, a poor scholar, ranked 307th in the imperial examination last year, but failed.]
There were only a few words written after the name, which could be read at a glance, but Duan Changchuan stared at it for a long time.
Lin Qing...
He was the student who promised that if he won the top spot in the imperial examination, he would marry Bai Su.
Yun Xie said that he had not even been able to take part in the palace examination four years ago, and that he was not a great figure. But Duan Changchuan knew that Yun Xie was just saying this to comfort him.
Four years ago, Lin Qing had just turned eighteen years old and was in the prime of his life. At that time, he was also a well-known figure among the literati in Shengjing.
As luck would have it, he fell ill on the day of the imperial examination and fainted in the examination room before he could even finish the exam. But even so, he still got a good ranking of 307. If he had moved up one more place, he would have become a tribute scholar, entered the palace to take the palace examination, and obtained fame.
Then…
Marry the girl he wants.
"Your Majesty, General Rong's men have received news."
My thoughts were interrupted by Changle's voice...
Duan Changchuan came back to his senses in a trance, quickly closed the book, and took the note handed to him by Changle.
Unfold it and write a few lines:
[A burial pit was discovered in Huainan, and the number of bodies buried is unusual. We have not alerted the enemy yet. We have collected evidence and sent it to Shengjing. We implore the Dali Temple for support.
The county, township, and prefecture were all exploited at every level, and Chen aided and abetted Zhou’s abuses. This has been basically confirmed, and more evidence is waiting to be found.]
Sure enough... Just as expected.
Being able to predict it is one thing, but facing such a fact still makes me feel uncomfortable and painful.
The young emperor looked at the piece of paper with black words on a white background, and his breath trembled.
He crumpled the note into a ball, and veins bulged on his hands as he held the ball of paper.
"Shadow Guard."
A man immediately jumped out from the beam, knelt respectfully before him, and said, "Your Majesty."
"Have the things sent by General Rong arrived?"
"Your Majesty, we have delivered it to a safe location."
Duan Changchuan took out a small piece of jade from a small drawer and handed it over: "Take this to find Chen Sheng. Choose a time when it is not noticeable and take him over to inspect it."
The secret guard took the jade message stone and nodded, saying, "Yes."
Then disappeared without anyone noticing.
It was very late at night, and the rhythmic sound of night watchmen could be heard from the front hall in the distance.
Before I knew it, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
"Your Majesty, it's too late, you should rest..." Changle heard the night watchman's call and stepped forward to urge him: "It's already midnight, and you still have to go to court tomorrow, be careful not to hurt your body. Doctor Fang has told me to take good care of your Majesty and not to overwork."
The boy blinked his sore eyes and silently burned the note.
Then he stood up and said, "I'll go out for a walk and go to sleep when I come back."
After saying that, he pushed the door open and walked out without even putting on a coat.
It’s not as cold outside as I imagined... After noon, it will be March.
The weather has long since warmed up, and apricot and pear blossoms are blooming one after another, quietly blooming even at night.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty! Put on some clothes!"
Changle took the cotton coat and hurried over, jogging and shouting all the way.
Duan Changchuan couldn't persuade him, so he just put it on casually.
At the end of the month, only a small crescent of teeth remains on the moon.
The sky is surrounded by stars, the Milky Way is long and bright, and the Altair and Vega stars on both sides are shining brightly.
[I haven’t seen such a clear and beautiful starry sky for a long time... ]
Duan Changchuan suddenly felt such emotion in his heart.
A fragmented version of the picture flashed through my mind...
Tall buildings, big houses... He seemed to be standing in a very high place. The world below his feet was brightly lit, reflecting countless layers of heaven.
"Your Majesty, do you want to see the Queen? At this hour... the Queen may have already fallen asleep. Should I go in and inform her to wake her up and serve her?"
Changle asked him.
Duan Changchuan looked up when he heard the voice, only to find that he had walked to Bai Su's Qinglu Palace without realizing it.
It looks similar to the Mingsheng Temple, but the entire courtyard is much smaller.
When you look up, you can see a few small peach blossoms sticking out from the vermilion palace walls.
"No need to pass on the message, I'll just go in and take a walk."
The young man said this and climbed the stone steps to the palace gate.
With a gentle push, the door opened.
The guard at the gate knelt down immediately when he saw the bright clothes: "Your Majesty..."
Changle immediately stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty is just coming in to take a look, there is no need to inform him."
The guard nodded in understanding and said, "Your Highness is exercising in the backyard... er, body. Your Majesty will be able to see it when you go to the backyard."
After saying that, he stood back, looked at his nose and his heart, and stopped talking nonsense.
Duan Changchuan didn't expect that it was already noon and Bai Su was still not asleep.
Not only did he not sleep, he was actually exercising
I hesitated for a moment: Should I go over and take a look
It was late at night, and it would have been fine if he just took a walk to Qinglu Palace, but he even came in...
No matter how you think about it, it's somewhat... ambiguous.
[How about just forget it... ?]
[But now that I’m here…]
He was also very curious about what Bai Su was practicing instead of sleeping in the middle of the night.
"Your Majesty, shall we go over there?"
Changle saw that he was hesitating and couldn't help asking.
"How about..." he said softly.
I wanted to give up... but suddenly I smelled a lingering scent of peony.
Very fragrant, mixed with...
Mixed with an indescribable smell.
There is a sense of anxiety, urgency... and also, the feeling of being needed.
The moment he smelled it, Duan Changchuan even felt that she was calling him through this fragrance.
"Forget it, let's go and take a look," he said.
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From the front hall to the backyard, one has to go around a main hall and two side rooms, so the journey is quite a distance.
Duan Changchuan walked slowly along the bluestone road. The closer he got, the stronger the scent of peony became.
An indescribable throbbing surged in my chest...
This feeling was very similar to the second day of his wedding, when he was slightly tipsy, standing behind Bai Su, and smelling the fragrance emanating from her neck... and he had some strange reactions on his body.
[I am not really... falling in love with her, am I?]
He thought silently in his heart and pushed open the vermilion door.
The smooth sound of sword practice in the yard paused...
The next moment, the peony fragrance with strong aggressiveness rushed towards him madly.
"Who?"
Along with Bai Su's voice, the usually gentle scent of peony was so oppressive that it made people breathless.
Duan Changchuan's face turned pale.
"Duan Changchuan?!"
The moment Bai Su saw it, even her voice became a little shaky.
He quickly restrained his pheromones and ran to the boy.
"How are you? Are you hurt?"
She asked subconsciously.
He completely forgot that Duan Changchuan was not an Omega at all, and he could not smell any Alpha pheromones no matter how strong they were.
But just after she finished speaking, the boy pushed her and she staggered.
Her moist eyes were full of accusations: "You... ahem... stay away from me! You are so fragrant, I have wanted to say something to you for a long time!"
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Wow, the comment section is lively now, so happy!
Then, insert a sand sculpture story from the author:
When I wrote about Doctor Fang’s master, I thought, what name should I give to such a naughty old man
So I consulted my best friend, and here’s what we had:
Me: SOS! What's the name of the old naughty boy doctor? I can think of a name like "Huang Amao" who is wise but foolish! But this doesn't seem right. Help me think of one!
she:
Me: How about Huang Ah Hua? be like: "My beard is white, so my name is Huang Ah Hua."
She: … … Or, let’s just call him Mr. Huang.
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Thanks to my gay friend for saving me, a funny girl. If I didn’t have my gay friend, I might have written the following:
"Miss me, the Shengjing Medical Fairy Huang Ahua!... blablabla"
The serious drama turned into a silly drama in an instant (although it’s not a serious drama now…)
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