marry a monk

In the middle of the night, coughing sounds came from the commander's tent, and figures in the tent flickered. Si Qin'an stayed up all night.For a while, help the prince empty the spittoon, for a while, to deliver water, for a while to decoct medicine...

At dawn, the prince finally fell into a deep sleep, and Si Qin'an also paused for a while.

Taking advantage of the spare time, Si Qin An quietly ran to the tent of the Holy King, calling softly: "An Tai."

After arriving at the military camp, the prince gave the holy king another tent, guarded by more than a dozen soldiers, a certain distance from the marshal's headquarters, and Antai was his entourage, so he naturally followed.

"Antai!" Si Qin'an called several times outside the tent.

"Here we come." An Tai replied in a low voice, the Holy King was still sleeping and didn't want to wake him up.

"What's the matter?" Antai asked.

"Hey, don't talk about it, my prince coughed and wheezed all night, and just fell asleep. There is something I want to ask you for help." Si Qin'an glanced at the sleeping Holy King in the tent.

"I heard from you that you recognized some wormwood during the chat before?"

"That's right, the people at the Snowy Holy Palace like to smoke their houses with wormwood to ward off evil spirits. Why do you ask?"

"The imperial doctor who treated my prince said that the prince has a cold, and it is best to take a bath with boiled wormwood to relieve the cold."

"Well, wormwood can indeed drive away the cold." An Tai nodded.

"The barracks ran out of wormwood, and I can't leave. Can you help me pick some wormwood?"

"Brother, it's freezing cold, how can there be wormwood?" An Tai opened his eyes wide: "Can I have some common sense, wormwood is only available in spring and summer."

"Oh, so, I'm so sorry, I really don't know."

Si Qin'an smiled apologetically and yawned long. After a busy night, he was also sleepy now.

"Haven't slept all night?" An Tai came over and looked at his tired face carefully: "Go to sleep for a while, I'll keep an eye on the prince for you." An Tai persuaded.

"What's the matter?" The voice of the Holy King came from inside the tent: "Who hasn't slept all night?" He said and sat up.

"It's okay, Mo Wang, you continue to sleep, An Tai will come back as soon as he goes." An Tai's eyes signaled Si Qin'an to go quickly, so as not to affect Mo Wang's sleep.

"Come back!" the Holy King shouted.

An Tai immediately stepped back, rolling his eyes.

"Did something happen to King Sheng?" Sheng Wang seemed to be able to read other people's secrets, and explained it right away.

"Hey, there's a little problem." Si Qinan responded, "My lord was coughing and wheezing last night, and just fell asleep."

"Oh? Didn't you use your breathing?" The Holy King got out of bed.

"Hey, stop talking, that panting..." Before he finished speaking, Si Qin'an's voice was interrupted by a scold.

"Siqin..."

Siqin Desheng's voice came from behind. He woke up at some point, and glanced sharply at Siqin'an, as if blaming him for talking too much. Silky breath.

"Why did they all come here so early in the morning?" The Holy King walked out of the tent and was stunned when he saw the prince.

"How is it? Are you feeling better?" As he spoke, he was about to reach out to touch his forehead.

"It's much better." The prince pushed away his hand and didn't let him touch it, and didn't lift his eyes: "Si Qin'an, go back." After finishing speaking, he left.

"What's the matter?" The Holy King asked with a confused face, "What's wrong?"

"Ha, wait." The holy king quickly grabbed the prince with sharp eyes and said, "Is your illness getting worse?" As if guessing something, he turned to him and looked at him.

The prince lowered his eyes and didn't reply, but made Antai on the other side anxious like a monkey and ape, and couldn't explain it. This prince is an elm-brained person. If he is sick, why can't he say anything? If he said it was cured, who would know if he didn't say it?

The Holy King reached back and caught his pulse: "The pulse is thin and weak, the inside is cold and the outside is weak, the upper burn is hot, the middle burn is blocked, and the lower burn is blocked. I can't see that your martial arts are world-class, but your body is vulnerable. Compared to Shih Tzu."

"Puchi." With a sound, An Tai and Si Qin'an couldn't help laughing.

Siqin Desheng glared at them both, and turned his eyes to the distance.

"The Breathing Chuanling is still useful. Although it can't cure the symptoms, it's good to relieve it." The Holy King muttered to himself.

"What, breathing breathing spirit doesn't work at all. Every time my prince breathes, it doesn't work once."

Si Qin'an, a fast-talking gun, couldn't help shouting anymore, and didn't care about Wang Ye's stopping eyes.He is not a person who hides things, and he feels much more comfortable after saying this.

"What?" The Holy King was stunned when he heard the words, and the panting spirit was ineffective?how come?Si Qin'an didn't seem to be lying, the prince's complexion did not improve.Hey, after all, I still trust the elder protector too much, and always thought that the things for the royal family would not be too bad, but unexpectedly it hurt him instead.

The prince glared at Si Qin'an, and left without saying a word.

Then came to the prince's camp, and saw that he was completely different from the usual majesty and coldness, his face with sharp corners was full of helplessness, and his eyes were full of despair.

Lying limply on the couch with weakness all over, obviously gasping for breath, but unable to breathe, a wisp of silk stuck in his chest felt like he was about to die, and his spirit body floated away from his body.

"Give him some warm water first." The Holy King said to Si Qin'an.

Si Qin'an immediately brought water.

The holy king took the water and carefully brought it to the prince's mouth. He didn't dare to feed it too much, just a little, just enough to moisten his mouth.

Conscientiously and carefully wiped the water from his mouth, his eyes were full of caring, looking at him, there was a kind of peace that has been quiet for years, which made people see hope and feel the beauty of being alive.

The prince's heart moved, and he turned his head away, not looking at his sunny face.

"Let me moxibustion for you." The Holy King couldn't bear to see him wheezing.

"For your asthma, you choose the acupoints Fengmen, Tiantu, Tanzhong, Juque, Feishu, Chize, Zhongfu, Shenque, Guanyuan, Geshu, and Dingchuan. In addition, you have suffered from wind and cold, and you have Ai Dazhui, Feishu, Zusanli, Sanyinjiao, etc."

The prince waved his hand, and said in a low and hoarse voice because of the cold wind: "No need." But he thought in his heart, the imperial doctor will not be so bad, they can't cure my illness, you can?

"Don't worry about what happened before, anyway, you have to listen to me now." The Holy King smiled, as if he could see through his mind.

"An Tai, Si Qin'an, you two ordered the soldiers to fill the surroundings of King Sheng's bed with charcoal, no matter how much, the temperature near the bed must not be lower than spring and summer."

Hearing his instructions, the prince thought to himself, even though it is cold winter, my clothes are enough to keep me warm, not cold enough to make a charcoal fire.He was silent, wanting to see what the Holy King was doing?

After a while, An Tai and Si Qin'an ordered the soldiers to place a brazier beside King Sheng's bed.

"You two stay outside the tent. You must watch the soldiers and guard the tent door so that no wind can blow in." The Holy King ordered An Tai and Si Qin'an.

The two went out in response.Only the holy king and the prince are left in the tent.

"Take off your clothes." The Holy King whispered softly.

The prince stared at each other and straightened his eyes: "What clothes are you taking off?"

Seeing his tense and serious look, Sheng Wang felt it was funny: "Okay, just take off your shirt."

"What are you going to do?" Sheng Wang asked.

"King Sheng, don't tell me you haven't had moxibustion before, did you do it while wearing clothes?"

"Oh……"

The prince hesitated for a moment, seeing his clear eyes, pure thoughts, and sunshine on his face, he couldn't help taking off his shirt with confidence.

Although the prince is tall and straight, he is a little thin. After taking off his clothes, he shows smooth lines and a slightly protruding skeleton.

"It really deserves to be the most beautiful man in the world." The holy king looked at his handsome figure and praised him sincerely: "Skin white and fleshy, strong physique, perfect figure, perfect proportion, whoever gets married in the future will be blessed. It will be more perfect when the disease on the body is cured.”

The prince told him that his face turned red and turned pale, and he blurted out in a low voice: "I let you see everything."

"Haha... Why are men so ashamed of men, why do they look like big girls?" Seeing his shy expression, the Holy King intentionally teased him.

"I don't have any ulterior secrets about me. Do you think you want me to be responsible? Of course, if I wasn't a monk, I wouldn't mind marrying you back home." The Holy King said nonsense seriously.

"You..." The prince covered his chest angrily, ignored him, and would vomit blood if he let him continue.

"Seeing that you don't make trouble at all, life is like a fleeting moment, lost in a blink of an eye. If you are as cold as ice all day long, then what's the point of living?"

"What kind of life do you want to live?" After a long time, Siqin Desheng asked calmly.

"Of course it's to live happily and freely. It's great to live without restraint."

Of course you want to live freely, but me?Looking at his sick body, Siqin Desheng couldn't help sighing softly, a person who has passed today and has no tomorrow, what qualifications does he have to expect anything else?

"Sheng Wang, don't despair, everything will be fine, trust me." Sheng Wang looked at him, not like joking.

"..." The prince looked at him, his eyes were calm and sincere, which made people feel hopeful.

"You are called King Sheng, and you will definitely win." The Holy King encouraged him.

"Cough, cough..." The prince coughed lightly, avoiding his gaze.

"Do you still feel cold now?" The Holy King looked at him sideways.

"..." Wang Ye looked at the charcoal fire all over the floor beside the bed, how could it be cold, and he was about to sweat if he kept making trouble.

"Not cold? You can start if you are not cold. Please sit cross-legged when King Sheng goes to bed."

The prince sat down as promised.The holy king also jumped on the bed and sat cross-legged opposite him.

"From now on, don't think about anything, focus on your abdomen with the center of your brows, and feel the heat slowly spread out to the whole body."

After the Holy King finished speaking, he raised his right hand and slapped the prince's chest lightly, and the prince felt a warm current rushing from him.

Didn't he not know martial arts, yet he has such a mellow internal force: "What's the matter with your internal force?" He couldn't help asking.

"It's strange, I have internal energy since I was a child, it seems to be innate. But the elders and masters have never taught me kung fu, so I am also a swank, and I can't compare to you. Although I am sick, my martial arts are extraordinary. "The Holy King laughed at himself.

"With your internal strength, if you want to learn, you will do so very quickly," said the prince.

"No, God opened a door for us and closed a window at the same time. There is always a reason for it. Don't force it, it will be natural."

The lord was silent, he was right, everything has its own laws, so why force it?

"Okay, don't talk from now on, stay calm and pay attention to the changes in your body."

After the Holy King finished speaking, he closed his eyes, his mouth burst into burning sounds, and the internal force of his hands was lost.

The prince only felt the warm current in his abdomen, like waves gradually coming from all directions. He felt that his abdomen was like a vortex, slowly spreading the warm current gathered just now, spreading to the limbs of his body. He felt like he was bathing in the spring breeze, extremely warm and comfortable .

He vaguely felt a Buddhist swastika symbol appearing on the chest of the holy king. It spun rapidly in front of his chest, and finally turned into a ray of light and merged into his body.A stronger warm current flowed from the chest to the abdomen, then to the bottom of the sea, and finally went out from the spring along the legs.

"Okay." The Holy King opened his eyes, and the burning sound stopped immediately, and he withdrew his hand.

"Just now I saw a Buddhist swastika symbol while sitting, it was spinning rapidly, what does it mean?" the prince asked.

"Well, it represents the rapidly rotating cosmic energy. Our human body is a microcosm of the universe. If we correspond to it during meditation, the human body will undergo a dramatic qualitative change." Sheng Wang explained.

"En." The prince replied, it's on your body, isn't it matching with him, isn't it matching with you?Thinking about it in my heart, but didn't say much, my eyes couldn't help but look at him.

"Just now, I used internal force to open up the upper, middle and lower jiaos, so that the moxibustion will be effective." The Holy King didn't have time to guess his thoughts.

"You have a congenital disease. The moxibustion effect of imperial doctors usually is not obvious for a while. Now that the triple burner is unblocked, the effect of moxibustion is not the same." After finishing speaking, the holy king got out of bed and lit a fire. root moxa.

"Every time you have to moxibustion Shenque or Guanyuan, these two acupoints can enhance the vitality of the human body." After finishing speaking, the Holy King touched the acupoints on his body, and moved the lit moxa sticks up the acupoints on his body.

When the warm and gentle hand touched the prince, there was a ripple in the prince's heart that he didn't even notice, he just felt very comfortable.

"Each acupoint needs to be moxibusted for a quarter of an hour, and each acupoint needs to be sealed after the moxibustion. If I have time, I can do it for you. If I'm not around in the future, you can ask the medical officer to do moxibustion for you."

"Drink plenty of warm water after mummification, keep an optimistic mood, and live happily every day like me. Except life and death, everything else in this world is trivial."

The holy king said that he also took off his clothes.

"You..." Wang Ye looked at him and asked, and was surprised by his behavior.

"Ha, you were seen by me. If you suffer, I'll let you see it too. That way, you won't owe each other." Knowing that he is usually strict and casual, he purposely teased him.

Such unreasonable trouble, but also speechless, turned his head away silently.I really don't understand, how the four eccentric and staid elders and masters in Xueyu Holy Palace can bear him?The majestic King of the Snow Region has never seen him in full shape since he met him.

"Okay, don't be angry." The holy king changed his tone and had to be serious: "Look at the charcoal fire in this room, I'm sweating all over, can I not take it off?"

I see!The prince let out a sigh of relief.But the little monk's figure is really good, with white skin and strong flesh, round and smooth, exuding a dazzling aura all over his body, looking at him is like looking at a rising sun, bright, bright and warm.

After a few acupoints were moxibusted in this way, it was already mid-noon. At this time, the Holy King's stomach began to make troubles. He had not rested since he woke up early in the morning, thirsty and hungry.

The prince looked at the sun outside, it was shining straight, and he also felt hungry: "Let Si Qin'an and the others bring in the lunch, and you can take a break too." He sat up.

"I haven't finished mowing, I'll mow after I rest." The prince put on his clothes and was about to go to the tent door.

"Hey... Please sit down, I'll arrange it." The Holy King helped the prince to sit again: "You can't blow the wind, don't go out."

The prince sat down obediently, and there was an imperceptible arc on his lips.

He found that this little monk was really more and more interesting. Watching him disappear through the tent door, he took out a small brown monk's square scarf from under the pillow and held it tightly in his palm.

The two had lunch, and while they were taking a break, Siqin Desheng called Andu Liuqing and asked him why he set off the wolf smoke.