There is a dragon

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Wang He's head was full of confusion. As soon as King Chu took the emperor's order to go out, Ye Jingshu called him back. What reason would he use to invite him back?

Seeing Wang He still standing there in a daze, Ye Jingshu couldn't help shouting, "What time is it! Hurry up!"

"But...but why?" Wang He was on the verge of crying, there was no real reason, and it sounded like he was asking Ye Xizhou to come back to die.

"Why why?! You can't make up anything?!" Ye Jingshu kicked him, "Hurry up, tell me I miss him!"

The sky became more and more gloomy, and Ye Jingshu's face became darker, his sword eyebrows were raised, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Wang He shuddered and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He led a few young eunuchs to roll and crawl.

Lou Xinming didn't discuss it with him before doing this, what he could think of, would Lou Xinming not think of?The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Ye Jingshu slapped his palm on the pillar.

"boom--"

There was a muffled sound from the thick pillars, sawdust flew across, and Ye Jingshu's joints were bleeding from the wooden thorns, and fell to the ground tick-tock.

"Your Majesty!" The rest of the palace people panicked, some of them called the imperial doctor to report to the Queen Mother, and some even went to the Zhaixing Tower to inform the national teacher.

Obviously she didn't like Chen Yiyi, but Princess Dekang still emphasized his engagement many times. If there was no reason for it, Ye Jingshu would not believe it.

In this palace, which is like a cage of caged animals, none of them is simple.

But... why did Princess Dekang remind him of this?Obviously, she can be safe and sound as if she doesn't know what to do, marry someone and quit.

Ye Jingshu couldn't figure it out.

The original stable year is gone.

——This was Ye Jingshu's first thought when he saw Ling Ze.

Those panicked palace people really invited Ling Ze over.

The national teacher in fluttering clothes was holding a dust whisk, and behind him was a Taoist boy who was holding tea and burning incense, and walked slowly: "Ling Ze heard that His Majesty's hand was injured again, so he came to visit."

Ye Jingshu's complexion was the same color as the sky outside, now he was annoyed by everyone, and when he thought about the Shen family's affair, he couldn't get away from it, he suddenly felt that one head and two big ones.

Ling Ze was actually not very willing to come, but the palace people begged hard, if he didn't come, he would be stuck at the gate of the Star Picking Tower.

The entry of the black armored soldiers into the Palace of Political Affairs caused the two of them to tear apart their faces and fall into a cold war, but they still had to put on a show.

"It's just a small injury, but it's fine." Ye Jingshu raised his hand, signaling Ling to look at his bandaged palm.

Ling nodded slightly, turned around and wanted to leave.

Ye Jingshu didn't stay any longer, and asked someone to send him out.

"National teacher?" Ling Ze didn't take a few steps before bumping into Ye Ruiwen who had heard the news.

Ye Ruiwen was also notified by the busy palace people, and thought that something happened to Ye Jingshu, now that he encountered Ling Ze, he couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

Ling bowed to Ye Ruiwen and saluted: "Your Majesty's dragon body is fine, King Jin doesn't have to worry."

"That's good, that's good." Ye Ruiwen recited a few words of Amitabha in his heart, and then asked Ling Ze, "Is there anything else besides the hand injury that His Majesty summoned the national teacher?"

"No." Ling Ze paused and asked, "What did the lord hear?"

"Not really." Ye Ruiwen rubbed his nose, "Seeing that it's getting colder this day, I can't stop the Shenxian powder. I just finished eating the Shenxian powder at my house. I want to ask the national teacher to make a few for me. Your Majesty wants it too, so the king will have to postpone it."

Ling Ze said: "Your Majesty won't eat these, the prince can rest assured. When the prince is free, I will visit and prepare for the prince's pulse."

Ye Ruiwen sighed: "It's so good. I don't know who made up this fairy powder. With the fairy powder, I won't be afraid of the cold weather, and it saves a lot of charcoal and ice to keep warm."

Ling Ze's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak.Ordinary people don't take expensive fairy powder to keep out the cold, only these wealthy nobles will take it.

"Speaking of which, it will take a year for the old national teacher to become immortal. Seeing that this day is not good, and it will be the cold clothes festival in a few days, please ask the national teacher to complete the configuration before then." Ye Ruiwen twisted his fingers to count the days, "If the country Master is busy these days—"

"Not busy." Ling Ze said indifferently, "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry. Master has passed away. Besides, you are also a person respected by Master. Ling Ze naturally puts you first."

Ye Ruiwen waved his hands and said with a smile: "The national teacher doesn't have to be like this. I heard that the national teacher followed the old national teacher since I was a child. I think he must treat him like a father. If I destroy the relationship between the national teacher and the old national teacher, I will feel sorry for you." .”

"Oh?" Ling smiled slightly, and no longer refused, "In that case, then Ling would like to thank the prince for his kindness."

"Hey. The national teacher is polite." Since Ye Jingshu entered Beijing, Ye Ruiwen has not chatted with others in such a polite way for a long time, "This king has not seen the national teacher contact with his family for a long time, and I think he is a lonely person. The teacher's age is not far from His Majesty, and I would like to ask you to say something, the national teacher is just like my nephew, and he grew up in the palace, and it is not bad to say that he grew up in front of me."

"My lord's words are right..." Ling Ze lowered his head slightly, "Ling Ze understands what your lord wants."

Ye Ruiwen squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's getting late, I'm going to take a step first, I still have to go and see your Majesty."

"Congratulations to the lord."

When Ye Ruiwen's figure could no longer be seen, Ling Ze whispered to Nan Dou: "The prince said so just now, just do as he said, and offer a stick of incense to Master on the Cold Clothes Festival."

"Huh?" Nan Dou scratched his hair, "Didn't your lord say before that the old master master ascended from the feather and ascended, and the mortal incense can't bear it. If you want to prepare this time, what kind of things should you prepare?"

Ling Ze didn't even lift his eyelids: "It's just a stick of incense, what effort is it?"

"One... one stick of incense?"

"He can't bear it too much." Ling Ze twirled the dust with his hand, flicked it lightly, and the tail of the stag lightly raised a gust of wind, "When the time comes, you can clean it up after you burn the incense."

"Me?" Nan Dou's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, "But I... I'm not considered a formal disciple, I... I can't do it right?"

It was true that he called the old master the master, but Ling Ze did not officially accept him as a disciple.

"It seems to be the case." The words of the national teacher were scattered in the wind, and he looked up at the sky, "But there has not been a sunny day recently, and it is not easy to recruit disciples..."

Nan Dou's breathing was almost stagnant, his throat was dry: "Accept...disciples?"

"Before the Winter Clothes Festival, it will be raining all the time. It's not too small. There is no way to recruit disciples for the time being. You should burn incense first. This is important."

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News of Ye Jingshu's hand injury was flying all over the sky. It was obviously only a minor injury, but it was publicized like an incurable disease.

He was so annoying that he managed to dismiss the people from Queen Mother He's side, but not long after the people from Queen Mother He's side left, Ye Ruiwen arrived on his heels.

"Why is the emperor here?"

Ye Jingshu's hand was hurt, and he didn't dare to miss official duties, so he had to select important papers and briefly approve them.

Ye Ruiwen knelt down as soon as he entered the hall: "Your Majesty, I have already found out that the spirit of the national teacher has nothing to do with the Shen family's extermination. Please don't pursue it any further, Your Majesty."

"Why did Uncle Huang say that?" Ye Jingshu continued to correct without raising his head. After his hand was injured, his speed slowed down a lot, and there were not many reliable people around him, so he could only carry it by himself.

"The spirit is that he was adopted by the old national teacher," Ye Ruiwen said. "I still have a little impression. He was brought back to the palace by the old national teacher 16 years ago. He was still a little boy at that time."

"16 years ago?" Ye Jingshu was very perceptive.

Ye Ruiwen knew what he meant, and said, "It should be a coincidence. He hasn't been in touch with his family for so many years. If you say that the old master is still... still..."

"What happened to the old master?"

Ye Jingshu put down his pen, the case of extermination of the Shen family and the haunting of the harem, no matter what happens, this person cannot be avoided.

Ye Ruiwen tried his best to recall, but he couldn't remember anything: "It's strange, I suddenly can't remember what the old national teacher looked like. Obviously, when he was around, we had cooked tea and played chess many times."

"Can't remember?" Ye Jingshu approached him, "Uncle, think about it carefully, what else can you remember about the old master."

Ye Jingshu tried to enlighten him: "The old national teacher has always called him that, what is his name, and who is his last name?"

Ye Ruiwen got a headache from thinking about it, and pressed his temples with his hands: "Surname... surname... what is his last name, I clearly remember it."

He raised his head in a daze, and looked at Ye Jingshu: "I... I actually forgot..."

Ye Jingshu's heart skipped a beat: "Uncle Huang! What's wrong with you?"

——Ye Ruiwen's lips were pale, his eyes were blue and black, his cheeks were sunken, he looked like a dying person.

"Go and call the imperial doctor!" Ye Jingshu took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "What are you waiting for?!"

"Yes yes yes..." The palace man ran out like flying, and heard Ye Jingshu's name from a distance: "Call Mingai over here!"

Ming Gai was judged by the court, because he was born in a poor family, he surpassed other colleagues in the Imperial Hospital in one fell swoop and became Ye Jingshu's most trusted imperial doctor.

The emperor called urgently, and he didn't dare to delay at all, he packed the medicine box and came running out of breath.

"Chen...Chentai Hospital Mingai..."

"All right, all right." Ye Jingshu didn't have time to listen to his salutes, so he interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Let the emperor see what's wrong with him."

After such a short period of time, Ye Ruiwen was already unconscious, his eyes turned white, and his mouth was constantly drooling, dripping down the corners of his mouth to wet his clothes.

His legs are inconvenient, Ye Jingshu was afraid that he would be uncomfortable lying on the chair, so he asked someone to help him with a couch.

Ye Ruiwen's whole body was as stiff as iron, unable to move by himself, pressing his finger into it was like entering a sea of ​​mud, and it collapsed softly.

The more Ye Jingshu looked at it, the more frightened he became. Apart from walking with a stick, Ye Ruiwen was always in good health, so why suddenly he couldn't do it?