Those Years In Quest Of Honor Mine

The 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 just stopped the boiling soup, and Zhong Wan did not get better. Half an hour later, He was so burned that he passed out.

Since coming to Beijing, Zhong Wanguo was very concerned about it, for fear that he would be ill and delay things, every time there was a slight sign of illness, he would rush to drink medicine and press down, the pressure was too much, the pain accumulated in the body, and now finally After finding the exit, it erupted vigorously.

After Yu She fed Zhong Wan a piece of candy, he sat aside and didn't eat dinner. After waiting for two sticks of incense, he felt that something was wrong. He walked out of the bedroom and called the imperial doctor. There was something wrong with the medicine in the bowl, so I ordered people to check the medicine residue, and sent people to invite other imperial physicians in the imperial hospital. After half an hour of tossing, several imperial physicians took turns to examine Zhong Wan's pulse, discussed for a while, and came out to explain to Yu She personally.

Yu She said coldly: "What do you mean? Let him burn like this if he can't be cured first?"

The imperial doctor talked about the medical theory of teeth bending for a long time, and carefully persuaded: "It's not necessarily a bad thing if you have a seizure. Master Zhong's health is not very good, and the medicine is poisonous. Every time you have a slight illness, use the medicine of tiger wolf to press down. Put all the wind evil in your body, even if you barely deal with it this time, it won't be a month and a half, if you don't pay attention to it, it will recur again, why don't you simply use some mild medicine to make him have an attack."

Yu She looked at the imperial physician in disbelief, and Steward Feng persuaded him, "My lord, we don't understand these things either, so let's listen to the imperial physician."

The imperial physician was afraid that Yu She would be overwhelmed, so he said again: "Of course, you can go faster if you want."

Yu She's eyes dimmed, "How long is the quick treatment? How long is the slow treatment?"

The imperial doctor bowed his head, "Quickly, it will be cured in three to five days. Slowly, it can take 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 is over, and the people in Qian'an will leave in a few days, should Zhong Wan leave?

This procrastination is endless, can he make it back to Qian'an in time?

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 was tricked by Xuan Qiong just now, would he want to leave again?

If Zhong Wan wanted to leave, Yu She would not keep him.

Yu She was ruthless, and said in a deep voice, "Quick..."

"Your Majesty." Steward Feng interrupted Yu She, and winked at the imperial physician. The imperial physician withdrew, and Steward Feng said, "Let's listen to Young Master Zhong himself."

Yu She frowned, "What can he know if he is so ill?"

"Take it slowly and it won't mean you won't be cured. The imperial physician said just now that it can be treated like treating a child's fever. Instead of administering medicine, give Young Master Zhong acupuncture and moxibustion to reduce the fever. It is estimated that Master Zhong will wake up tomorrow." Imperial Physician Feng said earnestly, " I know that the son doesn't want to delay Master Zhong's return to Qian'an, but none of us know whether he is willing to leave, right? If he refuses to leave after he dies, wouldn't he suffer in vain? You don't have to be suspicious of the imperial physician, he's been serving you since childhood Yes, your wealth and life are in your hands, so who dares not to do your best? It is purely the benevolence of the doctor to treat you slowly. Wouldn’t it be better if you could make a difference sooner? It’s not because Master Zhong is not in good health. Treat him? And..."

Steward Feng poked at the softest part of Yu She's heart: "These imperial physicians are all national experts. Master Zhong, he has passed this village and there is no such shop. When he returns to Qian'an, where can he find such a good imperial physician?" ? Not to mention acupuncture, I guess there is no one who can write good prescriptions, otherwise how could Master Zhong have ruined his body like this all these years? It must be that there is no good doctor there!"

Yu She was startled and hesitated.

Feng Steward took advantage of the victory to pursue, and said again: "The best imperial physician and the best medicinal materials are here, the son really doesn't want to treat Young Master Zhong?"

Yu She was upset, "Let them go to acupuncture! Wait for him... wait for him to wake up, listen to him."

Steward Feng was overjoyed, and left in a hurry.

Yu She gave the order, the imperial physicians did not delay any longer, they made some preparations, asked the medicine boy to bring a few pots of charcoal fire to Zhong Wan's room, warmed the bedroom and took off Zhong Wan's clothes.

Yu She had been in Zhong Wan's room the whole time, and Steward Feng didn't dare to persuade him to leave. Before the needle was performed, Yu She ordered someone to put down the curtain.

The imperial physician who performed the acupuncture was quite confused, there wasn't even a maid serving in the room, what was the secret doing?

The imperial physician didn't dare to ask more questions, after putting down the curtain, he wiped his hands and began to perform acupuncture, while Yu She turned his back.

From the beginning to the end, Yu She never turned around to take a look, and stood alive for an hour. After the imperial physician covered Zhong Wan with the quilt after acupuncture, he turned around, stepped forward and touched Zhong Wan's forehead.

Sure enough, the heat subsided a little.

Zhong Wan was still asleep, the imperial physician 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, and see what medicine to use after the pulse is checked."

Yu She nodded and asked someone to send the imperial physician out.

The charcoal basin in the house was removed, leaving only a small stove with a delicate pot on it, and rice porridge was simmering in the pot.

Yu She asked the servants to go down, and he sat alone on Zhong Wan's bedside, without sleep all night.

In the early morning of the next day, at dawn, Zhong Wan finally opened his eyes. He was sore from being burned all over. When he woke up, he felt that his limbs were falling apart. He came to check his pulse, and went back to his own courtyard to wash up.

After Yu She washed and changed his clothes, Steward Feng chased after him. Yu She's heart skipped a beat, and he tried his best to remain calm, "What did he say?"

Butler Feng tried his best to pretend to be natural, but his eyes were filled with joy, "Master Zhong said, I need to trouble the imperial physician, and he will heal slowly."

Yu She threw the silk handkerchief in his hand into the basin, and let out a long breath, "Then treat it slowly."

Zhong Wan woke up, but Yu She didn't go to his courtyard anymore. Yu She was punished to contemplate behind closed doors in the mansion, so he really picked up the pile of official affairs, and thought about it while cooking. The old eunuchs who came to see him in the palace were secretly wondering, Why did this young prince Yu suddenly change his sexuality?

After two days, Zhong Wan got better and was able to go to the ground and eat, Yu She hadn't calmed down a bit, and found the imperial physician who performed Zhong Wan's acupuncture that day.

The imperial physician begged Yu She to withdraw everyone, Yu She's heart sank.

Yu She felt uneasy in his heart, "Is he having a fever again? Or is he seriously ill again?"

"That's not true." The imperial physician hurriedly said, "Master Zhong's body has recovered, so you don't have to worry, but... it's because the master's illness has improved, so the pulse diagnosis feels a little wrong."

Yu She asked: "Why is it wrong?"

The imperial doctor was also puzzled: "Master Zhong had a severe fever two days ago, and we could only see the wind and cold. We also treated it according to the wind and cold. After the high fever subsided, I checked the pulse again and found that Master Zhong was still a little bit old. Symptoms, doctors dare not inquire about other things, but since the son wants us to take care of Young Master Zhong slowly, we have to ask, Young Master Zhong... but what kind of poison has he been poisoned by?"

Yu She's eyes darkened, and he tried his best to calm down and said, "What poison?"

"I don't know, we just asked Young Master Zhong, and Young Master Zhong said that he is not in good health. He has been taking medicine for years without restraint, and the residual poison has accumulated in his body, but..." The imperial physician looked up at Yu She's face carefully, and continued. , "But according to our pulse diagnosis, it is obvious that he had taken poison a few years ago. This... I don't know if Master Zhong is clear or not. We dare not say more, so we can only ask the prince."

Yu She's face seemed to sink into water, "He himself said he took medicine, so it must be clear."

Yu She had long felt that something was wrong, Zhong Wan was so healthy when he was young, how could he become a sick child after so many years, even if he was not acclimatized, how could King Ning's children be all right?

He was poisoned.

who did it?

Can Zhong Wan be willing to be killed and still protect the poisoned person?

Yu She closed his eyes, hiding the killing intent in his eyes, "Can it be cured?"

The imperial physician hesitated for a moment and said, "It can be cured."

Before Yu She could rest assured, the imperial physician said again: "It's just slow, you need to take the medicine slowly, relying on the days and days to slowly expel the residual poison. Hard to find and precious."

Yu She breathed a sigh of relief, and said flatly, "Zhi, tell the steward if you need any medicinal materials, and I will definitely get them."

The imperial physician nodded quickly: "That's good."

The imperial doctor retreated, Yu She held the pen, and after sitting withered in the study for a long time, he smashed the brush on the table to pieces.

"Master, you really..." The surprise came too quickly, Steward Feng asked Zhong Wan with joy, "Are you really going to leave?"

Zhong Wan lost a lot of weight after his illness. He drank the medicine that Butler Feng had just brought, and licked his lips, "Why is the medicine prescribed by this imperial doctor so weak? It's not too bitter... I have to live with such medicine. When? Really don’t leave, didn’t I say it before?”

"How dare you believe it." Feng Steward sighed, "But... I'm afraid it will be difficult for the prince to say."

Steward Feng laughed dryly: "It's been two days, the prince has only stayed in his own courtyard, and he doesn't speak. I don't know why he's so depressed. I'm afraid he's got into a corner again and insists on sending you away."

Zhong Wan lowered her eyes and smiled wryly: "He..."

Steward Feng sat on the side worryingly, "I never listen to other people's orders, and I don't even dare to persuade you."

Zhong Wan drank the medicine and regained his energy a bit. He thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and he waved, "I'll find a way for you. You do this first. You find someone who can ventriloquist, 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 was lying on his bed with bloodshot eyes.

Originally, he thought that sending Zhong Wan back to Qian'an would be the best result. If he could win by chance in the future, if he wanted to come back, he would naturally come back. If he died in the future turmoil, that would be fine.

But looking at it now, Qian'an is not a safe place.

Who in the end poisoned him?

Why poison?

Why didn't Zhong Wan tell herself anything?

Did he want to stay for his own sake, or did he just want to repay his kindness to King Ning?

The more doubts in Yu She's heart, the more he hated Zhong Wan, hated him for not saying anything to him, hated himself for coveting tenderness for a while, made a wrong step, and came to this dilemma.

Yu She's heart was agitated, his teeth were grinding, and he tried his best to endure.

Just when Yu She was about to fall ill again, he suddenly heard a strange movement outside the window.

assassin?

Yu She sneered, there are so many generals in the mansion, if he can get an assassin to come to his courtyard, he will be able to do it.

court death.

Yu She got up, picked up the sword beside the bed, and just walked to the window, he suddenly heard whimpering from outside, like... the cry of some wild animal.

While Yu She was hesitating, the wild beast outside suddenly screamed loudly——

"Zhong Wan can't go! Zhong Wan can't go! Zhong! Wan! No! Can! Go!!!"

Yu She: "..."

Yu She's hand holding the saber trembled slightly, instinctively doubting himself first.

Are you... completely crazy?

Yu She looked at his hands in disbelief, and retreated to the bed hesitantly.

Turning the other day, Yu She, who had been howled by that unknown beast all night, was sitting at the table with blue eyes, still doubting himself, not sober.

Steward Feng tiptoed to the table, and whispered, "Your Highness didn't sleep well?"

Yu She was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said, "Tea..."

Butler Feng couldn't wait for the sound, so he hurriedly brought the teacup. He trembled and couldn't hold it steady. The teacup fell on the table, and the cup poured out...

Butler Feng pointed at the table in amazement, "Your Majesty! Look!!!"

Yu She turned his head and looked at the table, only to see that the tea was splashed all over the table, but the tea seemed to be alive, avoiding the strokes of Dao Dao, and faintly appeared a few words: Zhong, Wan, No, Neng, Go.

Yu She's expression was stiff, and he was speechless for a while.

Yu She closed his eyes, tried his best not to think whether he was crazy or the world was crazy, and went into the study.

At noon, Yu She, who had finally calmed down, let out a sigh of relief, and was about to get up, when Butler Feng rushed into the study with a face full of shock holding a dead fish dripping blood.

Yu She: "...What's wrong?"

Butler Feng held the dead fish in horror, and stammered, "Your Majesty! The chef was just slaughtering the fish, thinking about stewing fish soup for Master Zhong at noon, I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it! I went down with the knife and found it in the belly of the fish. this!"

Steward Feng pulled out a roll of paper that was not wet from the belly of the fish, and handed it to Yu She with a full face of awe.

Yu She took it numbly, and opened the paper...

There were five words written on the paper: Zhong Wan cannot leave.

Yu She: "..."

Steward Feng's eyes were full of piety: "This is the sky..."

Yu She clenched his fingers, crumpled the fish-stained paper, and squeezed out each word from between his teeth: "Go... tell Zhong Wan... I won't drive him away... and ..."

Steward Feng was overjoyed, before he could turn around, Yu She took out another copy of "Historical Records", threw it to Steward Feng, and said in a broken voice, "Let him copy "The Family of Chen She" ten times! I!"