Holding a Sword and Watching Flowers

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He didn't claim to be "Zhen", but said "I" like an ordinary person-although he knew in his heart that this little emperor was not simple, but Jun Qian's favorability for him still couldn't help but go up and up Quite a lot.

The woman in the black robe didn't speak, but raised her eyebrows slightly, and then saw that although the little emperor asked "I don't know if", he had already consciously rolled up his sleeves and put his hands on the case ——Not to mention, although the little emperor is younger and seems to be mild-tempered, there is indeed an aura of an emperor unconsciously revealed on his body.

He is a good emperor—Jun Qian had such an intuition inexplicably, he immediately smiled, got up and stretched out his hand to check his pulse.

After a while, the smile on Jun Qian's face slowly faded.

However, the emperor seemed to have a clear look on his face. He smiled, retracted his hand, picked up the cup and took another sip of tea, sighing softly: "It's not easy to be an emperor..."

Well, this is a big deal... Jun Qian rubbed his forehead with a headache, and sighed, only feeling that the spirit that had not recovered since saving Ye Gucheng was suddenly more tired.

The young little emperor glanced at her, the smile in his eyes gradually faded, he stood up suddenly, walked slowly to the window, stood with his back to Jun Qian with his hands behind his back, looked out the window and said indifferently:

"Recently, I often suffer from headaches and sleepiness, and occasionally have angina in my chest, and my spirit is always not very good. The imperial physicians only said that I was tired from worrying about state affairs recently, and they all prescribed mediocre prescriptions for nourishing qi and nourishing the body. , none of the dozens of imperial physicians is useful. I heard from Lu Xiaofeng that Mrs. Ximen has excellent medical skills, so she must have a solution."

——It turned out that this troublesome Lu Xiaofeng provoked it again!

"All the imperial physicians in the palace are masters of the Xinglin Kingdom," Jun Qian sighed, holding the cup and lowered his eyes, "but the palace is not as comfortable as the world, and if you make a half-sentence wrong, you may lose your life. People... always They are all life-threatening."

The emperor seemed to be smiling, and turned to look at her: "Then madam will not spare her life?"

"Of course I don't want to die, so I can only be smart and tell the truth," Jun Qian stood up, shrugging his shoulders indifferently, "and... anyway, I'm a doctor."

After finishing speaking, Jun Qian clapped his hands, took a handkerchief and wiped his hands clean, then took out his golden needle from his sleeve, and said lightly, "I'll give you the needle."

"Thank you, Ma'am." The emperor nodded slightly, walked to Jun Qian unhurriedly, and stood still.

Jun Qian unfolded the cloth bag with the golden needle in it, checked the golden needle carefully, nodded when everything was ready, and then raised his eyes to see the little emperor standing motionless in front of him.

Jun Qian raised his head and blinked.

The little emperor looked down at her with a gentle smile.

The two stared at each other for a while, Jun Qian finally got impatient and said loudly, "Your Majesty, take off your clothes!"

The originally gentle and elegant smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth suddenly froze, and he looked at Jun Qian with a bit of disbelief in his eyes.

Jun Qian's eyelids twitched, his head hurt even more, and his tone was full of helplessness:

"Your Majesty, how can I get the needle if you don't take off your clothes?"

——What is going on in the little emperor's mind!

The young and handsome emperor froze immediately, the disbelief in his eyes turned into embarrassment in an instant, he stretched out his hands stiffly and began to untie his belt, but the base of his ears turned red.

……

After lunch, Ximen Chuuxue practiced sword in the courtyard as usual, while Junqian was taking a nap in the house. Afraid of affecting her rest, he went to practice sword in the courtyard next door. After the needle rescued Ye Gucheng, she was always not in good spirits and was prone to sleepiness. Ximen Chuuxue looked at her and asked her to take a rest at noon every day.

The battle with Ye Gucheng made Ximen Chuuxue realize again. He needs to retreat for a period of time to fully integrate his insights, but Hefangzhai is obviously not a suitable place for retreat. Ximen Chuuxue is not in a hurry. Practicing swords steadily year after year - after all, in addition to talent and perception, diligence and accumulation are also essential.

It was almost time, Ximen Chuuxue put the sword back into its sheath, looked at the sky, turned around holding the sword and went back to the courtyard where he usually lived, and went straight to the bedroom.

The person who was still taking a nap had disappeared. Ximen Chuuxue looked at the neatly made bed, couldn't help frowning slightly, and turned to look at the little maid standing aside:

"Where's Junqian?"

"My lord, just now Lu Xiaofeng came and took the young lady into the palace." Mu Bi gave a rare polite salute, and replied crisply - her young lady is casual and doesn't care about etiquette, they usually get along well I'm used to being casual, but my uncle's temper is too cold, even if she is given a hundred more courage, she will not dare to be as big or small as usual.

Entering the palace again... Ximen Chuuxue frowned even tighter, turned his head to look outside the empty door, and nodded expressionlessly.

The wooden pen retreated tactfully.

Ximen Chuuxue sat alone on the couch, lowered his head and wiped his sword with deep eyes.

It was already dark when Junqian returned to Hefangzhai from the palace. Junqian rubbed his empty stomach and couldn't help sighing——

That day, when she checked the little emperor's pulse, she was immediately taken aback—the little emperor was clearly suffering from chronic poisoning, and it had been at least a year. If the symptoms of headache, fatigue, and angina are delayed for another two or three months, I am afraid that it is time to change the dynasty.

Obviously, apart from the Prince of the South, there are quite a few people who want to usurp the throne of a certain dynasty—as the little emperor himself said, it is not easy to be an emperor...

Who poisoned it, and how the little emperor planned to solve it... Jun Qian didn't care much—anyway, the little emperor was serious and would naturally solve it. She was just a doctor, and it was her job to treat diseases and save talents.

This poison can be cured, but after all, the poisoning has been going on for a long time, and it takes at least ten days to completely remove the remaining poison by administering needles and taking medicine every day.But the little emperor signaled that this matter should not be made public, presumably he had other plans, if the emperor moved into the palace too frequently, people would inevitably be suspicious, it just so happened that Lu Xiaofeng was probably helping the little emperor handle this matter recently, frequently going in and out of the palace Jun Qian simply let him sneak into the palace with him every day, and sneak her out again after she finished the injection.As for Ximen Chuuxue...

Junqian knew that he didn't care much about these bad things in the court, and since he didn't ask, he didn't bother to say much, but when he came back from the palace on the first day, he casually said, "The little emperor has been poisoned. He detoxified, let's go back to Wanmei Villa", and then never mentioned it again.

Performing acupuncture is a very physical and energy-consuming thing. Jun Qian was really hungry. As soon as he returned to his room, he saw Ximen Chuuxue sitting in front of the desk reading a book. He didn't think much about it, so he ordered his servants to serve the food. After dinner, he turned his head and said to Ximen Chuuxue: "Axue, it's time to eat!"

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at her, nodded, put down the book, got up and sat down at the table.

Jun Qian rubbed his nose, and couldn't help turning his head to look at him again—is it an illusion?Ximen Fuxue looked like he was in a bad mood?

Ximen Chuuxue has always been a quiet talker, but today he seems to be more silent than usual. Jun Qian took the wooden pen and Tang Yan to ask if something happened today while Ximen Chuuxue was taking a bath, but the two little maids looked at each other With one glance, Qi Qi shook his head, his face full of bewilderment.

Jun Qian was helpless, sighed and signaled them to go to rest, packed up his clothes and took a shower, and when everything was settled, Ximen Chuuxue was already sitting on the head of the bed in his middle clothes, just staring at her without saying a word. look at her.

Jun Qian blinked and looked at him, lifted the quilt and climbed onto the bed, climbed over Ximen Chuixue to the inside of the bed, and when he lay down next to the bed, he couldn't help sighing comfortably, rubbed the quilt, and turned over. Hugging Ximen Chuuxue's waist, he closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Ximen Chuuxue looked down at her.

It was probably because she was always busy detoxifying the little emperor these days, she finally recovered a bit and her face turned pale. Just after taking a hot bath, her face flushed slightly, but It made her face look more pale and tired.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned, stretched out his hand to touch her somewhat pale face, and suddenly said, "How long will it take to detoxify?"

"It's almost five days away..." Jun Qian didn't open his eyes, and rubbed his face against his palm, with a deep tiredness in his voice, "It's not easy for the little emperor..."

The breath around Ximen Chuuxue's body had already been softened by Jun Qian's almost instinctive intimacy, but it changed suddenly when he heard the second half of Jun Qian's sentence.

Jun Qian was nestling comfortably in the warm quilt, but suddenly felt a chill all over, and the temperature in the whole room seemed to drop, and finally couldn't help but opened his eyes, raised his head and stared at Ximen Chuuxue with an expressionless face He looked at his face for a few times, rubbed the center of his brows with some headaches, sat up on the bed and nestled into Ximen Chuuxue's arms, pulled the quilt up, and wrapped himself and Ximen Chuuxue in it. Only then did he feel that the temperature seemed to have picked up slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief silently in his heart, and stretched out his hand to tug at the skirt of his shirt.

Ximen Chuuxue had just finished taking a shower, and his belt was loosely tied. When Jun Qian pulled it like this, a large white and firm chest was immediately exposed.Staring at his chest, Jun Qian couldn't help swallowing, and finally forced himself to look away, and looked up at him:

"Axue, are you in a bad mood?"

Ximen Chuuxue stroked her hair, his voice was slightly lower than during the day: "You came back an hour later than usual today."

"Oh, this..." Jun Qian covered his mouth and yawned delicately, but there was an obvious smile on the corner of his mouth, and even his eyes narrowed, obviously thinking of something happy.

"The little emperor said that I saved his life, so he should thank me very much. If he likes any medicinal materials and prescriptions in the palace, he can just ask, so I will pick them..." Jun Qian's tone was full of embarrassment. There was a surge of joy, as if he would not be sleepy all of a sudden, and he began to count on his fingers energetically, "The imperial palace is really well-deserved, there are so many solitary copies that even Wanmei Villa doesn't have! Oh, yes, even some of them I only have There are medicinal materials that I have seen in books but have never seen with my own eyes, like... huh?"

When Jun Qian said this, he suddenly paused, looking at the handsome face who did not know when he was close at hand, he was a little surprised: "Why... um..."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't wait for her to finish speaking, he had already stretched out his hand to support the back of her head and pressed against him, blocking all her next words between his lips and tongue.

The author has something to say: After Junjun is jealous, it is only fair that the owner should be jealous, right? 23333

☆, jealousy