The hidden worries that had been buried in Zhong Wan's heart for many years were stirred up by Tang Ming, and together with the residual poison in his body, he began to attack this body. A bowl of medicine was only used to stop the boiling soup. Zhong Wan did not get better. After half an hour, Directly burned and fainted.
Since coming to Beijing, Zhong Wan has been very concerned about it, for fear that he is ill and delaying things. Every time there is a slight sign of illness, he hastily drank medicine and pressed down. Found the exit, and burst out violently.
After Yu She fed Zhong Wan a piece of candy, she sat aside and didn't eat dinner. After waiting for two sticks of incense, she realized something was wrong. She walked out of the bedroom a few steps and called the imperial doctor. There was a problem with the bowl of medicine, so he ordered someone to check the dregs of the medicine, and then sent someone to invite other imperial physicians in the imperial hospital. After tossing for half an hour, after several imperial physicians took turns to diagnose Zhong Wan's pulse, they discussed it for a while, and a person came out to explain to Yu She.
Yu She said coldly: "What do you mean? If you can't cure it first, let him burn like this?"
The imperial doctor talked about the medical principles of flexion and teeth for a long time, and carefully persuaded: "It is not necessarily a bad thing when it occurs, Master Zhong is not very healthy, and the medicine is poisonous. Put Fengxie in his body, and even if he manages to cope with it this time, it won’t be a month and a half, and if he doesn’t care about it, it will recur again, so it’s better to just use some mild medicine and let him have a seizure.”
Yu She looked at the imperial physician in distrust, and Steward Feng, who was beside him, persuaded: "Sir, we don't understand this, so let's listen to the imperial physician."
The imperial physician was afraid of Yu She's overheartedness, and said, "Of course, you can go faster if you want."
Yu She's eyes darkened, "How long to treat quickly? How long to treat slowly?"
The imperial doctor bowed his head, "It should be fast, it will take three to five days. If it is slow, it can be as little as ten days, or as long as a month."
Yu She hesitated.
Xuan Jin's coffin has been sent to the imperial mausoleum, the funeral has passed, and the people from Qian'an will be able to leave in a few days. Do you want Zhong Wan to leave
This protracted treatment is endless, can he still make it back to Qian'an
Zhong Wan had said before that he would not return to Qian'an for the time being after the funeral, but he only mentioned it once. He had just been tricked by Xuan Qiong, would he want to leave again
If Zhong Wan wanted to leave, Yu She would not keep him.
Yu She was ruthless and said solemnly: "Quick..."
"Prince." Butler Feng interrupted Yu She and winked at the imperial doctor. The imperial doctor withdrew, and Butler Feng said, "Let's listen to Young Master Zhong himself."
Yu She frowned, "How can he know that he is so ill?"
"Slow treatment is not dead. The imperial doctor said just now that it can be like treating a child's fever. Without taking medicine, first give Master Zhong acupuncture to reduce fever. It is estimated that Master Zhong will wake up tomorrow." Feng Tai doctor said bitterly, " I know that the prince doesn't want to delay Young Master Zhong's return to Qian'an, but none of us know whether he is willing to leave or not? If he dies and does not leave, wouldn't he suffer in vain? The prince doesn't need to be suspicious of the imperial doctor, this has been serving you since childhood. Yes, your net worth and life are in your hands, who would dare not give your heart to it? It is purely the benevolence of a doctor to treat slowly. Wouldn't it be better to make an appointment earlier? It's not because Master Zhong is not in good health, he doesn't want to take heavy medicine, he wants to Treat him? And…”
Butler Feng poked at the softest part of Yu She's heart: "These imperial physicians are all national players, Master Zhong has passed this village, but there is no such shop. When he returns to Qian'an, where can he find such a good imperial physician? Don't talk about acupuncture, I don't think there is anyone who can write good prescriptions, otherwise, why did Master Zhong spoil his body like this for so many years? It must be that there is no good husband there!"
Yu She was stunned and hesitated.
Butler Feng chased after the victory, and said, "The best imperial physician and the best medicinal materials are all here. The prince really doesn't want to treat Young Master Zhong?"
Yu She was upset, "Let them go for acupuncture! Wait for him... Wait for him to wake up and listen to himself."
Butler Feng was overjoyed and went away.
Yu She gave the order, the imperial physicians did not delay any longer, and after a little preparation, let the medicine boy carry a few pots of charcoal fire to Zhong Wan's house, cover the bedroom and remove Zhong Wan's clothes.
Yu She had been in Zhong Wan's house, but Steward Feng didn't dare to persuade him to leave. Before the needle, Yu She ordered the curtain down.
The imperial physician who administered the acupuncture was quite confused. There was not even a servant girl in the room, so what was she doing in secret
The imperial doctor did not dare to ask any more questions, and after putting down the curtain, he wiped his hands and started acupuncture, while Yu She turned his back.
From beginning to end, Yu She never turned around to take a look, and stood there for an hour. After the imperial physician had covered Zhong Wan with acupuncture, he turned around and touched Zhong Wan's forehead.
Sure enough, it got a little warmer.
Zhong Wan was still in a drowsiness, and the imperial doctor lowered his voice and said, "If you wake up in the middle of the night, you can feed some rice porridge, but don't feed too much. After checking the pulse, see what medicine to use."
Yu She nodded and asked the imperial doctor to be sent out.
The charcoal basin in the house was removed, and only a small cage was left, with a small delicate pot on it, and rice porridge was simmering in the pot.
Yu She let all the servants go down, and he sat alone on the head of Zhong Wan's bed, staying up all night.
The next morning, when the sky was dawn, Zhong Wan finally opened his eyes. He was burning and sore. When he woke up, his limbs fell apart, and he couldn't stop gasping for breath. Yu She got up and left the room, ordering the imperial doctor. He came to check his pulse, and went back to his own hospital to wash up.
After Yu She had washed up and changed her clothes, Butler Feng chased after him. Yu She's heart moved, and he tried his best to remain calm, "What did he say?"
Butler Feng tried his best to pretend to be natural, but there was a bit of joy in his eyes, "Master Zhong said that he should trouble the imperial doctor, and he will be healed slowly."
Yu She threw the silk in his hand into the water basin and sighed, "Then take it slow."
Zhong Wan woke up, but Yu She didn't go to his courtyard. Yu She was punished to think behind closed doors in the mansion, so he picked up the pile of official business and thought about it while he was cooking. Why did this little prince Yu suddenly change sex.
Two days later, Zhong Wan got better and was able to go to the ground and eat, but Yu She didn't feel relieved.
The imperial doctor begged Yu She to retire everyone, and Yu She's heart sank.
Yu She felt uneasy in her heart, "Has he burned again? Or is he seriously ill again?"
"That's not true." The imperial doctor said hurriedly, "Master Zhong's health has improved again, the prince doesn't need to worry about it, it's just... It's because the young master has gotten better, so the pulse diagnosis feels a little wrong."
Yu She asked, "Why not?"
The imperial doctor was also puzzled: "The first two days, Young Master Zhong had a severe fever, and he could only see the onset of wind-cold. We also treated it according to wind-cold. After the high fever subsided, we checked the pulse again, and found that Young Master Zhong still had some old days. Symptoms, doctors do not dare to inquire about others, but since the prince wants us to take care of Young Master Zhong slowly, then I have to ask, Young Master Zhong... But what kind of poison have you been in?"
Yu She's eyes darkened, and she tried her best to calmly say, "What poison?"
"I don't know, we just asked Master Zhong, and Master Zhong said that he is not in good health. He has not controlled his medicines over the years, and has accumulated residual poison in his body, but..." The imperial doctor looked up at Yu She's face carefully, and continued, "But as far as our pulse diagnosis is concerned, it's obvious that we took poison several years ago. This... I don't know if Young Master Zhong is clear, and we don't dare to say more. We can only ask the prince."
Yu She's face was sinking, "He said that he took medicine, so it must be clear."
Yu She had long felt that something was not right. Zhong Wan was so healthy when he was young, how could he become a sick child after so many years
He was poisoned.
who did it
Can Zhong Wan be willing to be murdered and still protect the people who have been poisoned
Yu She closed her eyes, hiding the killing intent in her eyes, "Can it be cured?"
The imperial physician hesitated for a moment and said, "It can be cured."
Without waiting for Yu She to feel relieved, the imperial doctor said again: "It's just slow, you have to take the medicine slowly, and slowly expel the residual poison over time, this is not a small effort, and the medicine must be considered carefully, the medicinal materials... are difficult. Looking for something precious."
Yu She breathed a sigh of relief, and said lightly: "Zhi, tell the housekeeper what herbs are missing, and I will definitely get them."
The imperial physician nodded hurriedly: "That's good."
The imperial doctor withdrew, Yu She held the pen, and after sitting in the study for a long time, he smashed the pen on the table into pieces.
"Master, are you really..." The surprise came too quickly, but Steward Feng was delighted and asked Zhong Wan repeatedly, "Are you really going to leave?"
Zhong Wan lost weight after getting sick. He drank the medicine that Butler Feng had just sent, and licked his lips, "Why is the medicine prescribed by this imperial doctor so mediocre? When? Really don't go, didn't I say it before?"
"How dare you believe it." Butler Feng sighed, "But... I'm afraid that the prince can't say it."
Butler Feng laughed dryly: "It's been two days, and the prince just stayed in his own courtyard and didn't speak. I don't know why he's so depressed. I'm afraid he'll get into the horns again and have to send you away."
Zhong Wan lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly: "He..."
Butler Feng sat on the side worriedly, "I never listen to anyone else's orders, and I don't even dare to persuade me."
Zhong Wan drank the medicine and regained some energy. He thought for a while, his eyes brightened, and he waved, "I'll think of a way for you, do this first, find someone who knows ventriloquism, then find some wax, and then …”
Zhong Wan and Butler Feng murmured for a while, but Butler Feng looked at Zhong Wan with a strange expression, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and went to make arrangements.
That night, Yu She lay on his bed, bloodshot in his eyes.
Originally, I thought that sending Zhong Wan back to Qian'an would be the best result. If I can win by luck in the future, if he wants to come back, he will come back naturally. If I die in the future turmoil, that's all.
But now, Qian'an is not a safe place.
Who the hell poisoned him
Why poison it
Why didn't Zhong Wan tell him anything
Did he want to stay for his own sake, or was he just repaying his kindness to King Ning
The more doubts in Yu She's heart, the more he hated Zhong Wan, hating him for saying everything differently, hating himself for trying to be gentle for a while, taking a wrong step and taking a wrong step, and reaching these two difficult steps.
Yu She's heart was agitated, and she gritted her teeth, trying her best to endure it.
Just when Yu She was about to fall ill again, he suddenly heard a strange movement outside the window.
assassin
Yu She sneered, there were many generals in the house, and if he could even mix an assassin into his courtyard, he would be able to handle it.
court death.
Yu She got up, picked up the sword by the bedside, and just walked to the window, when he suddenly heard a few whimpering sounds from outside, like... the sound of some wild beast.
While Yu She hesitated, the beast outside suddenly chirped loudly—
"Zhong Wan can't go! Zhong Wan can't go! Zhong! Wan! No! I can! Go!!!"
Yu She: "…"
Yu She's hand holding the saber trembled slightly, and instinctively doubted himself first.
Are you... completely crazy
Yu She looked at her hands in disbelief, and hesitantly retreated back to the bed.
Turning around, Yu She, who had been howled all night by the unknown beast, sat at the table with blue eyes, still doubting himself and not awake.
Butler Feng tiptoed to the table and whispered, "Isn't the prince slept well?"
Yu She was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said, "Tea..."
Butler Feng couldn't wait to hear this, and hurriedly brought the tea cup. He was trembling, and he couldn't hold it steady. The tea cup was poured on the table, and the cup of tea was pouring...
Butler Feng pointed at the table in shock, "Prince! Look!!!"
Yu She turned his head to look at the table, and saw that the tea was poured on the table, but the tea seemed to have a spirit, avoiding the strokes and strokes, and faintly appearing a few words: Zhong, Wan, No, Can, Go.
Yu She's expression was stiff, and she was speechless for a while.
Yu She closed his eyes, trying his best not to think about whether he was crazy or the world was crazy, and headed into the study.
At noon, Yu She, who had finally calmed down, breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to get up, Butler Feng outside was clutching a dead fish that was dripping with blood, and rushed into the study with a shocked expression on his face.
Yu She: "...What's the matter?"
Steward Feng held the dead fish in horror and stammered: "Sir! The kitchen was just killing the fish, thinking about making fish soup for Master Zhong at noon, but I didn't expect it! I went down with a knife and found it in the belly of the fish. this!"
Butler Feng pulled out a still-soaked roll of paper from the belly of the fish, and handed it to Yu She with a look of awe.
Yu She took it numbly and opened the paper...
There are five words written on the paper: Zhong Wan can't go.
Yu She: "…"
Butler Feng's eyes are full of piety: "This is a sign of heaven..."
Yu She clenched his five fingers, crumpled the fishy paper into a ball, and squeezed out word by word from between his teeth: "Go... tell Zhong Wan... I won't drive him away... and... "
Butler Feng was overjoyed. Before he could turn around, Yu She took out another copy of "Historical Records", threw it to Butler Feng, and said, "Let him copy "Chen She Family" ten times! Give it to him together with the last heart sutra. I!"