The happy life of the devil and the devil

Heck!

Counting on you to die does not mean expecting you to die now!

Whether it's Yuan Shao or Ling Yucheng, these words are echoing in their hearts at the moment.

"Preach the imperial physician!" Yuan Shao immediately got up and walked down with great strides.No trespassing was allowed at the banquet, even if King Xi fell ill and passed out, Yuan Shao still had to speak to get the doctor into the account.Although in front of so many people, Yuan Shao had to call out...

Ling Yucheng also stood up with Yuan Shao, followed him step by step to King Xi, and silently bowed his head to look.While walking, he moved his lips quickly, and under the cover of Yuan Shao's figure, he said something in a low voice.Yuan Shao's expression remained unchanged, as if no one spoke to him at all, and he answered naturally:

"Oh, and the doctor who served King Xi before, let's pass it in too!"

Yuan Shao didn't move and no one dared to move. As soon as Yuan Shao walked down, the courtiers sitting below surrounded him.Ling Yucheng nodded to the back in his busy schedule, and the Xuanjia guards standing behind him stepped forward quickly to cover the main general's back.The group of people spread their wild wings, and a small passage was silently left between the front row and the back row, and it was closed quietly after Xiao Shiyi slipped through.

When the emperor spoke, someone naturally passed it out one after another, and the sound of horseshoes gradually faded away after a while.Although Yuan Shao may not have a headache in three to five years, but when the royal driver travels, he will naturally be accompanied by an imperial physician--the best one.However, it is conceivable that such a person who has not been used for several years is highly valued. If it were not for the fact that Jing pointed out to his courtiers to see a doctor to show his favor, I am afraid that the imperial doctor's tent could be placed at the nearest edge of the imperial camp. Once the place is found, it is already good luck.

As for King Xi's people?Please, except the sick guy, who comes to the emperor's banquet and brings the doctor outside!

As soon as Yuan Shao said a word, everyone waited with bated breath for a long time, until a guy with snowflakes on his brows and hair and a pale face was pushed in by two big men of Jinwu Guards without touching the ground. The sergeant on the right He also carried the medicine box by hand, and knelt down to kowtow to Yuan Shao as soon as he arrived.Yuan Shao waved his hand indifferently: "What kind of etiquette is there at this time, just look at King Xi!"

The imperial doctor lay down tremblingly to check the pulse.Examined the left hand, then the right hand, looked at the complexion, took a small piece of wood from the box and pried open the teeth and looked at the tongue coating, then knelt down in front of Yuan Shao and kowtowed: "Please allow your majesty, I want to ask His Royal Highness Xi Wang daily life."

At this time, King Xi, who was lying on the ground, was surrounded by a full circle of people.On Yuan Shao's left stood Jinwu General Lei Yong, and on his right, Ling Yucheng was holding Xiao Shishi and standing side by side with him.Further down, a row of civil servants on the left, as well as the leading lieutenants sent by the Habayashi Guard, Tiance Guard, Flying Guard and other troops to defend the holy car, stood in turn.

On the right hand side, Prince Xi's son knelt beside the unconscious King Xi's head. From him down, all the sons of King Xi who were qualified to squeeze into this banquet, shoulder to shoulder, kneeled in a semicircle, even when they had just turned ten. The youngest sons at the age of [-] shrank to the very end, as if the farther away they were at this time, the fewer grassland slaves they would get back.

Behind this most honored circle, there were countless people standing here and there, so that when the doctor serving King Xi came in, he had to push through the crowd all the way to reach the patient.At the same time, a thin, bluish-faced, inconspicuous guy wearing the black clothes of Xuanjiawei was ushered in, and quietly stood behind Little Eleven. Looking at the favorable terrain, he stared at King Xi's face intently, and tapped his fingers lightly on the side of his legs.

One monk carried water to eat, two monks carried water to eat, and three monks had no water to eat.Facing the noble and critically ill King Xi, and the emperor and a group of ministers watching, the two doctors were sweating more and more on their foreheads, and they couldn't tell whether it was hot sweat or cold sweat.If it wasn't for the person lying down, it really has nothing to do with him, and it's a bit festive to say it, Ling Yucheng really wants to say: Everyone, go away, the doctor knows what to do when you are surrounded here, but I will scare you so much that you don't know up...

After taking turns to diagnose the disease, and whispering to each other for a long time, the doctor who served King Xi spread out the cloth bag, took out a few hollow bone needles, and stabbed them in the middle of the king's face, behind the ear, etc. in turn.As soon as I pressed and released my fingers, I could see liquid gradually seeping out from the end of the bone needle. Looking carefully, the bruises were almost black drop by drop.

With a "chi" from the side and rear, Ling Yucheng turned his head, and suddenly saw Yang Qiu's mouth curled up like a clam with a crooked neck.Seeing him looking over, he made a special mouth shape to meet his gaze:

"Dead."

"How long?" Ling Yucheng couldn't speak, so he asked with his mouth.This time Yang Qiu didn't answer, but blinked and stared straight ahead.King Xi's exclusive doctor was busy with rescue, and the imperial physician knelt in front of Yuan Shao, kowtowed, and began to report the situation in detail:

"Weichen just diagnosed that Prince Xi's body is hot and phlegm, his mouth is sharp and his tongue is strong, his limbs are not retracted, his left pulse is deep and astringent, and the right pulse is weak and slippery. And large, it is true qi scattered. According to this disease, the wind comes out from the fire, the fire comes from the yin deficiency, the water does not contain the wood, the liver wind is inflamed, the phlegm and fire are high, and the clear orifices are blocked, so it is ignorant..."

The long and boring pulse case was spit out, followed by a series of terms of doctors.As early as when the imperial physician said the first word, Yuan Shao felt a light pinch on the belly of his little finger on his right hand.He understood and listened intently.Halfway through the pulse test, the hand that had been quietly hanging on the side came up again quietly, first gently squeezed his middle finger to little finger, then paused, stretched out, from thumb to little finger, all held together .

Three, five?

Yuan Shao shook his hand back calmly.That hand hangs still, intertwined with his fingers naturally.Such a state of mind is rare, let alone in front of outsiders, even when the two of them get along in private, Yuan Shao was overjoyed, and he couldn't help tightening his fingers quietly.

The person who was holding each other with him was restless, his thumb retracted, curled up in his palm and slashed across, then changed direction, and swiped again.The soft fingertips and slightly hard nails slid across the palm, causing a slightly numb itching, as if each time they scratched the softest part of the heart.

Even if he knew that Ling Yucheng was conveying some information, Yuan Shao's heart still skipped a beat.With just such a distraction, the hand has been retracted, and it slipped out of his grasp like a fish.

What does it mean?

In front of everyone, Ling Yucheng would be so close to him without avoiding the eyes of others, the things to convey must be urgent, important and secret.And the most important thing right now is King Xi's illness...

Yuan Shao looked down at King Xi, who had been stabbed a few times and had a slight sound in his throat, and then showed a questioning look to Ling Yucheng. Sure enough, he saw Ling Yucheng nodded slightly, and followed the corners of his mouth to bend down, showing a sad look.Yuan Shao understood slightly, and also shook Ling Yucheng's three fingers, then held his entire palm, looked up at the sky, and then looked down at the ground under his feet.

This time, the corners of Ling Yucheng's eyes slightly curved, and Ren Yuanshao held his hand, not breaking away.

That is to say, it will be a pity that King Xi will be mourned for at least three days or as many as five days.

Knowing that he should concentrate on thinking about countermeasures at this time, Yuan Shao couldn't help but come up with an idea:

In the martial arts subjects arranged for Ling Yucheng, the part about improving internal strength can be delayed a little bit.Not being able to transmit sound into secrets is actually pretty good...

Thinking of this, his palms tightened again.Seeing that the imperial physician had finished speaking and was kneeling in sweat profusely waiting for orders, Yuan Shao sighed softly and asked:

"So, King Xi's illness is not very good?"

"Your Majesty Shengming!"

"How long will it take to recover?"

Health, recovery?The imperial physician was about to burst into tears: Did I just say such a long series of words for nothing?It would be nice to be able to hang your life!But at this time, it is absolutely impossible to say, "King Xi must not be cured", and kowtowed:

"Returning to Your Majesty, His Highness Xi Wang is suffering from an emergency, and it is very dangerous. Fortunately, the nobleman Xi Wang is very lucky. After these few days, spring will come, and there will probably be improvement. The next step is to treat it slowly. Treat it carefully. In a year and a half, it should be back to normal."

This is also a common practice for imperial physicians to deal with noble people's inquiries. According to the translation of the imperial physician's slang, most of them will not be able to survive these few days-whatever is involved in the patient's well-being, nothing else can be relied on. It depends on fate.

"You try your best to treat it." Yuan Shao gave a caring face and ordered generously, "If you need any medicinal materials, just come to me to get them." Then he turned to Prince Kang and sighed worriedly:

"Since the imperial doctor said something dangerous, I think it's better to let your brothers and sisters come back. When an old man is sick, what he wants to see most is that his sons and daughters are in front of him..."

He sounded like an elder, Prince Xi's son was actually two years older than him, and he could hear the veins on his forehead scurrying around.However, the situation is stronger than others, and at this time, I can only bow my head and bow: "Your Majesty cares, and I am grateful..."

"That's good." Yuan Shao waved his hand, and cut off the son's answer lightly: "Decree, let all the sons, daughters-in-law, daughters-in-law and daughters-in-law of King Xi come back, and bring back all the grandchildren and granddaughters who can bring them back." There are a group of children bouncing around in front of them, the old man is happy and heals up faster."

...This is the rhythm of killing everything!

Although it is very disrespectful to think so, the scene of the founding queen of Beiliang, who was killed in front of Taizong's spirit, still involuntarily popped up in the mind of Prince Xi.

Calm down, Your Majesty should not be like this...

"By the way, brothers and sisters of King Xi, come if you can. Lei Yong!"

"The minister is—"

"You work hard, send a few more people out. Within three days, I want to see everyone present!"

The author has something to say: I couldn’t update it yesterday, so the weight of the two days will be updated together today