Mu Zhiming sat on the round pear wood bench and smiled, looking up at Gu Heyan: "Jiangnan, is the humidity very heavy?"
Gu Heyan didn't look at him, his eyes averted and fell on the ground: "... um."
Mu Zhiming: "How do I remember that General Gu has been stationed in the frontier all the year round, and it seems that he has never been to Jiangnan?"
Gu Heyan: "... Someone else told me."
Mu Zhiming pursed his lips and held back a smile: "Okay, let's not discuss this matter for the time being, by the way, I have something I want to trouble the general." He reached out and grabbed Gu Heyan's wrist and gently pulled him, letting him be in his own body. Sit down.
Gu Heyan sat upright: "You say it."
Mu Zhiming's hands went all the way up from his wrists, stroked his arms and stopped on his shoulders, Mu Zhiming said with a smile: "The Hou Mansion has been completed, I have arranged everything up and down the mansion, and I can move on an auspicious day, just …”
Gu Heyan: "Just?"
Mu Zhiming grabbed Gu Heyan's shoulders and pressed him to himself: "It's just that the Hou residence lacks a lady's conservatory."
Gu Heyan: "..."
Mu Zhiming laughed loudly: "I see you, General, it's just right, but I don't know General, would you like to help me with this?"
When he said this, his face got closer and closer, until his lips and tongue were only an inch away from Gu Heyan's, and his voice became softer and softer, so soft that it was barely audible, which made people have to listen carefully. The atmosphere was extremely ambiguous.
After Mu Zhiming finished speaking, without waiting for an answer, he smiled and pressed his lips to Gu Heyan's.
Gu Heyan couldn't help but wrap his arms around Mu Zhiming's waist, pulled him up from the wooden bench, carried him into his arms, and let him sit on top of him.
After the kiss, Mu Zhiming was out of breath, he smiled and said, "General, you have already kissed. You can't refuse me to help with the housewarming."
Gu Heyan: "Well, does your arm still hurt?"
Mu Zhiming pressed his shoulders and kneaded, then shook it gently, and said with a smile, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt at all."
Gu Heyan breathed a sigh of relief: "Rest now."
He had a slight tendency to get up, and wanted Mu Zhiming to stand up and leave after sitting on top of him, but Mu Zhiming didn't move, and the hands around his shoulders were still tighter.
"Where are you planning to go, General?" Mu Zhiming asked with a smile, but he asked knowingly. .
Gu Heyan: "Beside the water tank, wash your hands."
His hands were full of sticky, pungent medicated oils, and when he kissed Mu Zhiming just now, he only dared to wrap his arms around his waist and didn't touch anyone with his palms.
"Isn't the medicine finished yet?" Mu Zhiming said with a smile, "General, it's not just your shoulders that you hurt."
Gu Heyan frowned, "Where did you hit?"
"This." Mu Zhiming grabbed Gu Heyan's hand and pressed it on his flat lower abdomen. He applied medicine on his shoulder just now, and his clothes were not ready. At this moment, his upper body was naked, and Gu Heyan's palm was directly attached to Mu Zhiming. The warm skin was probably bruised from the collision, and probably subconsciously nervous when touched, Gu Heyan's fingertips could feel Mu Zhiming's abdomen trembling slightly like Xia Chan's thin wings.
Gu Heyan reacted with hindsight to the posture and the scene of the two of them.
Gu Heyan: "...here..."
Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Huh? What's going on here?"
"It's up to you to apply the medicine yourself." Gu Heyan turned his head and lowered his eyes, wanting to withdraw his hand, but Mu Zhiming held onto his wrist firmly.
Mu Zhiming: "Huh? Why is this? General, you caused this injury. How can you not be responsible and help me heal?" His smile was sly, "Look, It's all bruised here and it hurts badly."
Hearing this, Gu Heyan took a breath, and he endured it with all his might: "I'm sorry... but I... Come down quickly."
"I don't, I won't come down." Mu Zhiming asked reluctantly, "You answer me, why don't you help me get medicine?"
Gu Heyan hesitated: "I will... I will..."
Mu Zhiming: "What?"
Gu Heyan: "...I can't help it..."
Mu Zhiming smiled even more, and forced him to say, "Can't help it?"
Gu Heyan: "..."
So in the second half of the night, the small ceramic bottle containing the medicinal oil rolled off the bed, and after falling to the ground, it made a crisp clanging sound, which instantly covered the sound of whimpering and gasping. Before the medicinal oil was brought into the house, it was obviously a full bottle. Now the ceramic bottle fell to the ground and not a drop was spilled...
The next day, Wen Heyin came to see Mu Zhiming and was taken aback: "Master, where did you get a sprain?"
"Huh?" Mu Zhiming wondered, "Does the medicated oil on my body smell very heavy?"
Wen Heyin: "Huh, it's not just heavy, it's quite heavy, you can smell it from ten steps away."
Mu Zhiming: "..."
Wen Heyin: "Master! Are you sick! Why is your face so red all of a sudden!!!"
Mu Zhiming: "Ayin, don't shout, don't shout, if you call me again, just go to Huangquan.
The storm calmed down temporarily, and Mu Zhiming's body recovered. He wrote to the emperor, imploring him to return to the temple and serve the imperial court.
Before the war, Qianqiu's achievements and fame are still vivid in his mind, and Mu Zhiming was promoted to the Minister of Rites and ranked third in the post.
Mu Zhiming scrupulously performed his duties, was strict with himself and treated others leniently. He had only served for three months and won a lot of praise.
Seeing the wind from summer to autumn, the emperor occasionally caught wind and cold, had headaches for days, and could not go to court for three days in five days. Fortunately, the weather in Dajin has been good recently, and there has been no war, so there are few things that need the emperor to worry about.
The cold is not a serious illness, and everyone didn't take it seriously, but Mu Zhiming became worried.
Fu Ji'an was very happy to see him coming, and hurriedly welcomed him into the inner room, backed away, and made tea himself to entertain him.
Mu Zhiming said straight to the point: "Jian, although the crown prince has not been involved in political affairs for more than half a year, he is still the crown prince. If one day the emperor is lying on the couch, before that, you must obtain the emperor's personal edict that allows you to supervise the country. Wan Na can't let the crown prince supervise the country."
Fu Ji'an said: "Brother Mu, the royal father just caught a cold. When I entered the palace to greet him yesterday, he was already fine. Now it is inappropriate to say that the royal father will be sick on the couch."
Everyone in the previous life also thought this way. Who knew that after this cold, the emperor's health became worse and worse, and finally fell ill unexpectedly.
Mu Zhiming: "Prepare for a rainy day, the stakes are very important, I can't help but warn you."
"Okay." Fu Ji'an nodded, "I keep it in my mind. When it comes to being ill, I see Brother Mu, you have been coughing all the time, but you are not feeling well? If you are ill, General Gu will be in a hurry."
Mu Zhiming imagined Gu Heyan circling round and round.
Hmm, so cute.
Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "It's just that it's cold in the early autumn, and it's a bit freezing. Just wear two more clothes."
"You have to take good care of your body." After Fu Ji'an woke up and brewed the tea, he brought the tea to Mu Zhiming, "Brother Mu, this is the Mingqian Longjing that my father rewarded me in late spring, and I have been hiding and reluctant to drink it. , Today, you are here, just take it out!"
"Longjing before Ming Dynasty?" Mu Zhiming happily held up the teacup, "I never thought I would be so blessed."
He slowly opened the lid of the celadon cup, only to feel that the fragrance was fragrant and refreshing, and he took a sip of his lips and teeth, and Mu Zhiming couldn't help but praise: "Good tea."
However, in the next second, his chest suddenly became tight, and a faint sweet smell came out of his throat.
"Brother Mu, what's the matter with you?" Fu Ji'an was about to discuss tea with Mu Zhiming, when he looked up and saw that his expression was wrong, he asked suspiciously, "But what's wrong with this tea?"
"I'm fine." Mu Zhiming lowered his head and drank the tea, trying to suppress the bitter taste in his throat. The hot tea moistened his mouth and lower abdomen. Mu Zhiming felt a little more comfortable, but when he looked up, he saw that the cup of tea had turned into a horror. the dark red!
And the edge of the white porcelain cup in his hand is full of black blood...
"Brother Mu?!" Fu Ji'an also found out about this, and shouted in astonishment.
Mu Zhiming's hand shook, the cup fell to the ground, broken white porcelain and hot tea all splashed, he wanted to talk to Fu Ji'an, how could he know that he opened his mouth and vomited a lot of black blood!
There was no warning. After vomiting blood, Mu Zhiming's internal organs were tightly twisted together. The pain made him tremble. The severe pain gradually disappeared after crawling through the limbs, but the five senses also began to disappear. Mu Zhiming felt that he should He fell to the ground, Fu Ji'an should be calling his name, but in the midst of the world, nothing was real.
Fear and fear occupied Mu Zhiming's chest, dragging him into the unconscious darkness, never knowing what happened next.
In the Imperial Physician's Office, the autumn wind passed, the ginkgo trees fell, and the golden fans were scattered all over the ground. Dr. Kuang was writing a medical book. He was very old and tired after only a few pages. He had to put down his brush and knead the Qingming point.
Dr. Kuang heard the words of Jing's wife asking him to beg for bones as soon as possible. He sighed, shook his head and muttered, "Hey, it's a pity that I haven't found my favorite disciple yet, and I'm full of medical skills and knowledge. No one can trust me."
He was depressed when an anxious shout came from outside the Imperial Physician Office: "Is Dr. Kuang here?! Dr. Kuang?"
"It's here." Doctor Kuang shouted.
Wen Heyin followed the sound, her voice trembling with anxiety: "Doctor Kuang, I have found you, let's save our young master!"
"You are Li Zhu's little bodyguard, right?" Doctor Kuang recognized the person, did not neglect him, got up and went to get his medicine box, "What happened to Li Zhu?"
"Master, he suddenly vomited blood and fainted!!!" Wen Heyin said.
Dr. Kuang was surprised: "What, fainted? Hey, little friend, don't worry, my old arms and legs can't stand pulling!"
Dr. Kuang followed Wen Heyin to the Mu Mansion in a hurry, and went all the way to the front of the wing, where he saw Mu Boren.
"Brother Kuang." Mu Boren stepped forward, grabbed Doctor Kuang's hand, and pleaded, "Please take a look at the child!"
"Brother Mu, don't worry, I'll go right now." Dr. Kuang pushed open the door and entered, seeing that His Royal Highness King Xian and Gu Heyan were both there, and there were several doctor-like people standing in front of the bed, all looking helpless.
Dr. Kuang didn't care about salute, he pushed aside the crowd and walked to the bed, only to see Mu Zhiming lying on the bed like a gossamer, his lips blue and purple, his face pale and bloodless, Dr. Kuang was startled, and quickly gave him a pulse.
Feeling Mu Zhiming's pulse, Dr. Kuang turned around and asked others, "Li Zhu is a symptom of poisoning. Does anyone know what kind of poison it is?"
Doctor Xia Wu hurriedly replied, "Cold scorpion poison."
"What?!" Doctor Kuang exclaimed, "This poison has no cure!"