Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

The word love is charming

When Nangong Jingnv came out of the imperial hospital, all the imperial doctors knelt in the yard to see her off.

Maybe Princess Zhenzhen is not as honorable as a prince among the people, but everyone in the inner court is very clear about one thing: as long as the new emperor does not ascend the throne, Nangong Jingnv will always be the second person, even the favored and generous It is also difficult for Concubine Ya to shake her.

Compared with the anger when she came, Nangong Jingnv's mood was obviously different when she left.

Nangong Jingnv sat on the sedan chair without saying a word, Qiu Ju called twice but did not respond, so she said, "Go back to Weiming Palace."

Qi Yan did have serious illnesses in his body, but the imperial doctor said that it was unlikely to be caused by the epidemic.

It would be fine if an imperial doctor said so. The three most qualified imperial doctors in the imperial hospital all thought so, which made Nangong Jingnv very puzzled.

However, under Nangong Jingnv's repeated questioning, Doctor Wang did not dare to bite the matter to death in the end, although he had a conclusion in his mind, but seeing that His Highness Zhenzhen cared so much about the son-in-law, he did not dare to speak too seriously.

In case I make a wrong diagnosis...wouldn't it be life-threatening?

In line with the idea of ​​not seeking merit but seeking no fault, Wang Yuyi said: "Medical skills are extensive and profound, and my ministers dare not fully determine the cause of the son-in-law."Maybe it was caused by some strange medicine used by the expert who saved the son-in-law, or it might be because of some adjustments made by Ding You, who was in charge of the son-in-law's health...

The other two vice presidents agreed and agreed.He directly shifted the responsibility to the masked man and Ding You.

With Nangong Jingnv's current mind, how could she not see the twists and turns?But when it comes to Qi Yan's matter, Nangong Jingnv instinctively beautifies and whitewashes it in her heart, and she is not willing to doubt it at all.

For the past seven years, Qi Yan has treated herself very well.Like a trickling mountain spring, silently permeating every corner of Nangong Jingnv's life, although there have been some unsatisfactory experiences, Nangong Jingnv has already understood some ways of husband and wife: lips and teeth are even bumping into each other, let alone two people?

Although this relationship is not smooth, she is already very happy compared to the countless finger marriages in the past dynasties. At least they have each other in their hearts and their personalities match.

Since embarking on the path of empress, Nangong Jingnv has grown a lot, and she understands why the world says: the most ruthless emperor's family.

Qi Yan became Nangong Jingnv's last stand to break this old saying. Nangong Jingnv firmly believed that she and Qi Yan would be different.

These years, Qi Yan has always kept in mind the good Nangong Jingnv that Qi Yan treated her: she waited obsessively on the palace road, cared desperately when she fell off a horse, and was in danger many times in order to help herself sit on the throne of empress, but she never said a word Complaints... Until recently, Qi Yan dragged his sick body to speak from the bottom of his heart.

How can Nangong Jingnv doubt such a person?

Nangong Jingnv quickly came to a conclusion: the three imperial doctors must have made a mistake, and she will ask Qi Yan's imperial medical officer Ding You when she returns.

Nangong Jingnv withdrew from her thoughts: Qi Yan's illness must be caused by the epidemic, otherwise how could his eyes be different from ordinary people?

In the end, Nangong Jingnv's calmness was once again diluted by love. Although she did not know medical skills, she concluded from Qi Yan's eyes that the other party's illness must be caused by the epidemic, otherwise how could people's eyes change so dramatically?

If Nangong Jingnv could love Qi Yan less, if she could not trust Qi Yan so much, she only needs to deduce it in reverse, and maybe she can get the deepest truth.

Is Qi Yan's gaze aroused by the epidemic, or is Qi Yan spreading lies about the epidemic because of his gaze?

There was only a small turn between the two, but Nangong Jingnv couldn't turn around, what stuck her... was the love that penetrated into the heart and lungs, and was carved into the blood.

They have been married for seven years, whether Qi Yan or Nangong Jingnv... have never said the word "love" to each other, so what?

Maybe Nangong Jingnv will be able to turn around this small bend between the cause of the disease and the look of the eye, or maybe... she will never be able to see through it in her life.

What about Ding You?

How could Ding You, who had no father or mother and was raised by a masked man, have bereavement leave?Where is he?

In a secluded ruined temple in Gyeonggi Province, a group of ragged beggars of different ages gathered.

One autumn rain and one cold, the coolness after autumn caught people off guard. These beggars were starved of food and clothes all day long, and slight changes in the weather could affect them.

With a "squeak", the door of the ruined temple was pushed open, and a soap boot stepped over the dilapidated threshold and appeared in an incompatible environment.

There was a stench in the air, and the person who came did not arouse the reaction of the beggars in the ruined temple.

Some half-grown children were nestled in their mother's arms, some were sleeping, but all the beggars who were awake had glazed-eyed, empty eyes.

Ding You raised his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose, feeling contemptuous in his heart: Master is right, Wei State is really about to perish.This place is less than [-] miles away from the capital, yet there are so many beggars gathered here.

Ding You unloaded the basket on his back, and suddenly sat up next to the nearest beggar, his eyes gleamed and his nose fluttered.

Ding You backed out without even stepping into the ruined temple with his other foot.

A commotion erupted in the ruined temple. When the beggars saw the things in the baskets, they rushed forward after a moment's hesitation. The baskets were full of steamed stuffed buns!White flour buns!

A slightly stronger beggar firmly grasped the edge of the basket with one hand, and with the other hand grabbed a whole bun and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing desperately, ignoring his protruding cheeks, he quickly grabbed another bun and put it in his mouth. , and then with his dirty hands, he grabbed the buns and stuffed them into his arms...

The beggars had already blocked the water around the baskets, and some women who couldn't squeeze in were crying in despair on the periphery.

Those who could squeeze around the basket were all men, and their movements and behaviors were similar to those of the first beggar.

Finally, the steamed buns in someone's arms squeezed through the decayed fabric, and the steamed buns were scattered all over the ground. The beggar screamed in despair and had to protect his chest with his hands, but he couldn't grab it anymore.

A few half-grown children with sharp eyes slipped through the gap between the crotch of the adults, not afraid of the risk of being stepped on, picked up the buns on the ground and put one in their mouths, and then picked up as many as they could, but couldn't take it anymore Only then did he climb back and hand it to his mother, and then immediately went back to pick up the buns on the ground.

"It's made of meat!" Someone shouted, and the beggars became even more frantic.

A basket of steamed buns was quickly divided up, and the beggars were either in twos or threes, or huddled in the corner alone.

Some turned their backs to the crowd, while others looked ahead vigilantly, stuffing buns into their mouths non-stop, until their mouths were full of oil, and the muddy bun skin and pits squeezed out from the corners of their mouths. It came out, and was stuffed back into the mouth by dirty fingers.

Suddenly, a certain beggar let out a choking sound, clutching his neck with both hands and showing pain, but he clenched his teeth tightly, refusing to spit out the buns in his mouth.

After a while, the beggar fell to the ground. People who haven't eaten for a long time can't help eating like this.

After the beggar fell, the people next to him rushed up and searched for the buns scattered from him in the blink of an eye.

As for the life and death of the beggar, no one cares.

People die every day in this dilapidated temple, people starve to death, people steal and grab things and are caught, beaten and seriously injured, every day.

The more I see it, the more I get used to it.

Stretching to death is better than starving to death. No one takes this as a warning, and everyone is wolfing down.

After a while, there were bursts of desperate cries from the ruined temple...

Ding You, who was leaning against the tree, took out the small hourglass in his arms to record the time. He waited for a while before coming to the ruined temple again. He glanced in through the dilapidated door and saw beggars lying on the ground in disorder.

Ding You left without looking back, and at the same time three days later, he came back to the ruined temple with a leather kettle, and the beggars inside still maintained the posture of three days ago.

Ding You took the veil and tied it on his face. After entering the ruined temple, he opened the kettle, took a special thin bamboo tube, and poured the liquid in the kettle into the mouths of the beggars one by one according to the measurement.

That's right, Ding You has developed several prescriptions for feigning death, and this is the third time he has experimented with beggars.

After filling the beggars with medicine, Ding You turned around and left the ruined temple, still leaning against the dead tree three days ago, and looked up at the time.

Two hours later, Ding You returned to the ruined temple, checked the breathing pulse of the beggars one by one, and said "tsk" annoyedly: "Failed again."

The torches were thrown on the pile of straw, and the dry wooden structure of the temple was blazing.

Although Ding You's mind is not as good as Qi Yan's, his heart is completely like the masked man who raised him.

Ding You was originally from the Wei country, but under the guidance of the masked man, he didn't agree with this country at all, and even hated it.

In order to ensure that the prescription for feigning death is not leaked, even if it is a failed prescription, Ding You will set a fire every time to burn it completely.

Ding You didn't tell Qi Yan his plan, Qi Yan thought that Ding You had listened to his advice and left, and he didn't know how Qi Yan would feel after knowing everything?

Nangong Jingnv would come to accompany Qi Yan every morning, but Qi Yan's complexion did not improve.

Heart disease is difficult to cure, for Qi Yan at this time: Nangong Jingnv is undoubtedly a poisoned and drunk existence.

Qi Yan waits for Nangong Jingnv to come every day, and cherishes every moment with her.

However, in the dead of night, Qi Yan would think about the future of himself and Nangong Jingnv, and his knot would deepen.

Doctor Wang of the Royal Hospital diagnosed and said: Qi Yan's condition is already very good, but Qi Yan's complexion is so bad because of the depression in Qi Yan's internal organs.

Nangong Jingnv was furious after hearing this, and felt more and more that the so-called dean was useless, and thought about posting the imperial list to find famous doctors.

But before that, Nangong Jingnv followed Qi Yan's plan and issued an imperial decree in the tone of Nangong Rang: to bring Princess Qionghua Nangong Sunu and her eldest son Shangguan Fu back to Beijing for reunion.

In the court, Qi Yan had an affair with the general, and the matter of mobilizing local troops could not be delayed any longer.

The Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Punishment reported impeachment of Qi Yan almost every day, and the wording became more and more earnest: the garrison is related to the stability of the country, if His Majesty does not punish, everyone will be punished from now on.The country of fear will no longer exist...