Self-cultivation of a geisha

The princess was poisoned two days before he entered the capital. Although he would be cured in a few days, it still made him panic. The princess was unwilling to get married. He has a good character, and he doesn't want to talk about things that are difficult for others.He voluntarily refused the marriage. Although it made the royal family lose face, it was understandable.

The emperor pursued the real culprit with great fanfare in the past few days, but it was just to give him and the state of Qi an explanation, making him think that the princess was innocent and was framed.

After the little Prince Qi left, the emperor thought about it and summoned Concubine Su Gui to meet her. Not long after, a small bag of glazed grass was found from a court lady's room next to Concubine Qu, and the last piece of white cloth covered her face and sent out of the palace gate.The emperor Longyan was furious, and declared that she would be demoted to be a concubine, and she would be banned from copying Buddhist scriptures for three months, as a warning to everyone else.

How could the fourth prince Rong Xi let his mother get this slap in vain?There was a dark tide in the court, and the two princes no longer had the kindness they had in the past, and suddenly, their swords were at war.

Xu Yan's life was also difficult, Rong Su really stood on the cusp of the storm, and was under attack from both sides, the more Rong Su indulged him in every possible way, the more he suffered.When the two were alone, he knew that Rong Su was angry these days, so he let him vent/vent and fiddle with him over and over again. Rong Su was really angry, and he didn't let him go when he heard him begging for mercy with a sobbing sound. He fucked/passed out.

In the middle of the night, Rong Su felt that the person in his arms was a little hot, and when he touched his forehead, he had a severe fever, so he immediately ordered someone to invite the court judge to come and treat him.

Zhang Yuanjuan arrived in a hurry, cut his pulse with concentration for a while, and said cautiously: "Your Highness, Mr. Sizheng's pulse is disordered, and his qi and blood are stagnant. He seems to be suffering from illness all year round!"

Rong Su took a breath, looked at the person who was not sleeping soundly and asked softly: "Is there a good way for Zhang Yuan to judge?"

"This illness has been accumulated for a long time, and I'm afraid it won't be cured. For the time being, I will prescribe some prescriptions for invigorating blood and nourishing qi. I will take it after Mr. Sizheng's fever subsides. Twice a day, one in the morning and one in the evening..."

"and also……"

Zhang Yuan was apprehensive about his words, his eyes flickered, Rong Su signaled him, "But it's okay to say."

"Your Majesty Si Zheng is exhausted in anger and blood, and can't bear the torment. Your Highness, please be merciful..." Zhang Yuan judge quickly finished speaking and lowered his head, not daring to look at Rong Su again.

Unexpectedly, he answered yes unexpectedly, and asked someone to lead Zhang Yuanpan to the front hall to prescribe the prescription.

Not long after, the medicine decoction came, and Rong Su gently woke the man up.

Xu Yan was exhausted, leaning on the head of the bed sickly with half propped up, his black hair was loose, his brows were drawn down, and his pale hands were stretched out to beg him for a medicine bowl. His tone was soft and slow: "Your Highness, I drink it myself."

Rong Su followed him.

Xu Yan's throat moved slightly, and he poured the bitter soup into it with a normal expression.

"Bitter?"

Xu Yan turned his head to look at him, pulled out a smile, lit up the empty bowl and said: "It's okay, why don't you try it, Your Highness?"

Rong Su really tasted it.

Xu Yan was embraced by him forcefully, holding the porcelain bowl with one hand, allowing him to plunder wantonly in his mouth, the bitterness spread on the tip of their tongues, entangled, inseparable.

Rong Su finally let go of him, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth for him, and said quietly: "It's really bitter."

Rong Su's words were vague, but he understood.

He intuitively felt that the person's heart was three points more painful than the medicine...

Xu Yan's illness came on violently, and when it subsided, the fever subsided again. After Rong Qing recovered, he also visited him a few times, but it was a pity that he fell asleep drowsily, and Rong Su looked closely at him again. They didn't see each other, but Xu You came in once and ordered a few important acupuncture points for him. Before leaving, he paused, and finally said: "Mr., every time he catches the wind and cold, he will feel tightness in the chest and numbness in the legs and feet. I tapped his two acupoints, Tanzhong and Futu, and the husband will feel much better when he wakes up, but he still needs to be massaged."

"The king knows."

Only then did Xu You disappear in a flash.

The illness came and fell like a mountain, and the illness went like a spinning thread. Xu Yan was completely awake. It was already dawn on the fourth day. Rong Su was lying beside him, holding him half in his arms, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he was asleep. Not very stable, with a hint of childishness on his face, no longer the indifference and alienation of the past, he couldn't help raising his hand to outline his facial features, unlike his brows, Rong Su's brows are heroic, and his eyes are deep , thick ink and heavy color, as if walking out of the painting.

Xu Yan closed his eyes, concealing the emotion in his heart very well. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already clear. Since he couldn't give Rong Su what he wanted, he should give him what should belong to him.

He stared at Rong Su tenderly for a long time, and sighed in his heart, he really liked him.

In the past half month, Xu Yan suffered from two serious illnesses one after another, Rong Su took care of him more meticulously and watched him more closely.

The emperor intended to appease their mother and son, and Rong Su got busy afterwards, but he still didn't forget to tell Xu Yan to drink the medicine.

When Xu Yan saw the Fourth Prince again in the palace, it was already the beginning of Xia Yi.

He was teaching several eunuchs how to maintain silk and bamboo musical instruments, his complexion was pale, and he was much thinner than when Rong Xi saw him at the Huachao Festival last time.

Xu Yan caught a glimpse of that person from the corner of his eye, turned around and bowed to him, "Your Highness is so elegant, why did you come to the Department of Music in person?"

"I heard that my husband was sick before, and I haven't had time to visit him. Now let's see if my husband is feeling better?"

Xu Yan disdainful, he has already recovered, but now he came to greet, his lips curled up, with a mocking smile: "It must be that someone asked His Highness to come and see me, to see if I am dead or not?"

"Mother Concubine doesn't mean that..." Rong Xi showed embarrassment, "If Master recovers, Mother Concubine wants to meet him."

"Weichen is just a little Sizheng, I don't know why the empress is looking for me?"

"Mother and concubine didn't tell me," Rong Xi hesitated for a while, and then said, "Sir, there is no need to be concerned about me because of my disagreement with my sixth brother."

Xu Yan felt impatient after hearing his flattering words, "If the fourth prince really appreciates me, why didn't he go to the palace to see me when I was seriously ill? And why didn't he even want to look at me when I was passing by here in the next court?" Take a look? If His Highness is just coveting my body, His Highness told me clearly that it is enough to sleep with His Highness, why bother to do enough superficial work?"

Rong Xi was silenced by his words, she thought that was not the case, she could think about it carefully, but she had to admit that she did have such thoughts towards him.

Xu Yan ignored him and strode away.

Arriving at Zhaoyi Palace, Concubine Qu had already shunned the palace people. Seeing him, she immediately jumped up: "It really is you! What are you doing back here!"

"Does my aunt like the gift I gave you?" Xu Yan's face was pale, his eyes were deep, and he stared at her intently.

"You really designed me?" Qu Bin seemed to have expected it.

"it's me."