The happy life of the devil and the devil

Sing to him?

Knowing that the military doctor was teasing casually, Yuan Shao couldn't help but weigh it carefully.

There are a lot of imperial doctors in the palace, the reason for retaining this person in front of him is that Ling Yucheng can trust him, a doctor who knows everything and is trusted by patients is better than an imperial doctor who is announced temporarily; second is to listen to his tone, Ling Yucheng has always been diagnosed by him for any injuries before, so he is familiar with the patient's condition; the third is the attitude of no one else. superior.

That is the trait of those who are the most dedicated and confident in their profession.

Looking down carefully, the cheeks of the person on the pillow were flushed, and he turned from time to time, and frowned instinctively because he touched the wound, so he had to stop his movements.Even so, the person who has been in pain has never uttered even the slightest groan.

I vaguely remember that when I was young, when I was sick occasionally, my mother would always be by my side, patted him, and hummed softly to lull him to sleep.If it wasn't for the bitter medicine soup that he couldn't drink anymore, I'm afraid he could pretend to be sick a few more times...

When Ling Yucheng was young, did he have such memories?

Yuan Shao suddenly got up and went out.

Soon, the cheerful flute sounded in the gazebo beside the apse.

"Not this one. Change it."

"Change."

"Change."

The eunuch in charge of Jiaofang Division was about to cry!His Majesty said a few words before, but after two or three times, he just shook his head.But Your Majesty, the "Jiangnan Minority" you are talking about has at least forty or fifty tunes, at least give me a title!If it's really impossible, you can hum for a while... well, Your Majesty, you hummed it just now, but it's better not to have that confused and hesitant look!

Did you specifically "call two people who can play the flute" just to let them call you back one by one?

Fortunately, after changing more than a dozen songs, Yuan Shao finally stopped shaking his head.After listening silently for a while, he signaled to the two flute girls to start playing from the beginning, tapping the time with their fingertips on the sides of their legs, and only nodded slightly after listening to the whole piece:

"That's it. Just play it here."

The brisk and lively Jiangnan ditty is like a stream of clear springs jumping from green pines, mountains and rocks. Just listening to it makes people want to smile unconsciously.It's completely different from what Ling Yucheng played in the atrium that day, with a melancholy and swallowing feeling, but it is indeed the same piece.This flute music must have involved his very deep memories... If not, he would not have repeated this tune intermittently for countless times while he was in a trance.

Turning around and going back to the bedroom, separated by a palace and the vast atrium, the sound of the flute penetrating into the room was a little less high-pitched, soft and melodious, as if whispering.While the music was flowing, Ling Yucheng's frowning brows loosened a little, and he no longer turned his side uneasy like before, his cheeks turned slightly to the side, and his eyes stopped moving uneasy, as if he was listening intently in his sleep.

The sound of music is continuous, like a gentle bare hand caressing slowly, lingering over and over again.The two people sitting and standing in the bedroom did not speak, they only focused their eyes on Ling Yucheng whose expression gradually calmed down.After an unknown amount of time, the slanting shadow of the sun under the window gradually elongated, candles were lit up one by one, and Ling Yucheng finally fell into a deep sleep.

It was only then that Yuan Shao heaved a sigh of relief. When he turned his head, the person behind him who made a louder panting sound than him was Yang Qiu who sat down on the ground with limp hands and feet.After spinning around for three days, Yang Qiu was obviously too tired, and he didn't have the support of profound internal strength compared to Yuan Shao. When he sat down, he tilted his head to the side, and fell asleep on the leg of the table.Yuan Shao couldn't help but shook his head, went out and beckoned a small inner prisoner over, and pointed to the chief military doctor of Xuanjiawei who was sleeping in a puddle of mud.

At least three days, as many as six or seven days...Looking at how Ling Yucheng finally fell asleep peacefully, I hope that after this sleep, the heat will subside...

Thinking of this, he wolfed down his stomach, and leaned on the outside of the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Woke up again in the middle of the night.Before he could open his eyes, he instinctively touched Ling Yucheng's forehead—fortunately, although it was still hot, it was not as hot as it was a few days ago.When he was about to look at his face carefully again, the candlelight outside the bed was flickering, and Yang Qiu woke up at some point, holding the lamp and came to check his pulse.

Xu Shi was startled by the light, the eyelids of the person on the bed flickered, and then he frowned slightly.Yuan Shao covered his face with one hand to block the light, and touched his wrist under the quilt with the other hand. As soon as he pulled out the quilt, he saw Ling Yucheng's lips and teeth move, and he called softly: "Mother—"

The music outside the window is still ringing softly and thinly, endlessly.Yuan Shao was taken aback for a moment, he couldn't believe that it was Ling Yucheng who was still asleep before, and blurted out, "What?"

Under the candlelight, Ling Yucheng slowly opened his eyes.

The high fever has not subsided, the once clear and sharp eyes are still scattered and dim at the moment, staring blankly at the void without knowing where it is, after looking for a while, then gently closing it tiredly.Yuan Shao originally thought that he would fall asleep again, and was thinking about whether to take the opportunity to wake him up and drink the medicine, but he heard Ling Yucheng raise the volume slightly, and called out again: "Mother..."

The dim candlelight reflected the flush on his cheeks that hadn't faded away, his chapped and chapped lips were slightly opened, and his expression and voice were more bewildered and fragile than ever before.

Did you dream about your mother?

Or the sound of the flute that has been flowing for a day, was also played by his mother leisurely to comfort the beloved son on the hospital bed?

Yuan Shao's right hand paused in the air.

Waiting with bated breath, but never got a familiar response, Ling Yucheng's expression gradually dimmed and disappointed, and his breath became scattered again.Yuan Shao couldn't bear it, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder to comfort him, but Ling Yucheng had already stretched his arm out of the bed, stretching in the void as if trying to grab something, but finally fell back on the pillow powerlessly:

"Mom," he said in a low and hasty voice, seeming to justify, but also begging, "don't ignore me... I'm really not—greedy for life and afraid of death..."

Immediately after saying one sentence, he pursed his lips tightly, raised his head slightly as if he was listening to something, his expression was focused, but there was a sense of loneliness and stubbornness.Even through the thin quilt, Yuan Shao could see that his chest was heaving rapidly, and there was anger in his brows, but it dimmed bit by bit with the passage of time.

Then, suddenly, all the anger disappeared, and the unwillingness and injustice that were about to surge out turned into a relaxed and peaceful smile in an instant.The corners of her lips curled up into a slight arc, which was clear and quiet, with the tranquil joy of a wanderer returning home:

"Mother," his voice was low, gentle and peaceful, but full of determination that would never return: "Take me away."

A cold chill quickly seeped into the vest.Yuan Shao shuddered, but he still didn't understand where this feeling came from. He was hit hard on the shoulder, but he was fine. The person who hit him took a few steps back, and fell to the ground with an "Ah yo".

"Protect his heart! Quick!"

Before Yuan Shao turned back, he heard the person behind him yelling hurriedly, followed by a rolling and crawling sound, thinking that he was too anxious to get up, and ran to the door with all his hands and feet.According to Yuan Shao's words, he half-supported and half-hugged Ling Yucheng, and when he slowly sent his internal energy into his back, he heard the door of the main room being pushed open, and Yang Qiu straightened his hoarse broken voice and roared loudly:

"Ginseng soup! Ginseng soup!"

In the distance, there was a commotion in the row room dedicated to servants on night duty. I don't know how many people were startled by Yang Qiu's yelling.But Yuan Shao hadn't noticed all these movements, his eyes were closed, his inner force was pouring into Ling Yucheng's heart as gently as possible——

However, even so, the aura of the person in his arms was still weakening rapidly at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

At this moment, there was a bang from behind, Yang Qiu ran back, lifted the thin quilt, twisted the silver needle between his fingers, and pricked it with his hand raised.Yuan Shao had always thought that the military doctor Ling Yucheng brought with him would not know martial arts, but now, after a few consecutive injections, the speed of his shots was comparable to that of some masters of concealed weapons in the Jianghu.

A dozen or so silver needles were inserted into the chest either long or short, straight or slanted, and sure enough, Ling Yucheng's aura immediately stabilized, and his pulse gradually became stronger.Yuan Shao couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and heard the deliberately light footsteps approaching quickly, Yang Qiu stretched his backhand behind his back, and when he retracted, he held a bowl of steaming ginseng soup impressively.

The two guards who brought the medicine were the two night guards of Xuanjiawei, who were always in charge of helping Yang Qiu, fanning the fire to decoct the medicine, handing the knife and scissors and so on.This time Yang Qiu was guarding the patient in the main hall, and the two of them and a few colleagues occupied a row room on the outskirts. Even if Ling Yucheng drank a sip of water in the past three days, they would stare at the boiled water and serve it up. .As for the ginseng soup, Dr. Yang’s instruction is: "Ginseng should not be used for wind and cold, I am afraid that the adult will be seriously ill this time. Let’s cook it just in case, anyway—" Anyway, ginseng is also going to the imperial pharmacy Did you take it?

Therefore, when a bowl of ginseng soup is cold, it is hot, and when it is hot, it is cold, and when the medicinal effect wears off, replace it with a section of ginseng and cook another bowl.From two days and two nights ago until now, I heard Yang Qiu shouting in the middle of the night, and hurriedly brought him out from the warm nest, just in time, without any delay.

These two guards were also familiar with it. Seeing Yang Qiu take the medicine bowl with his left hand, he took a sip and nodded, and the medicine pouring utensil was immediately handed to his right hand.After pouring down a bowl full of ginseng soup, the two stood behind Yang Qiu, holding their breath and listening to Ling Yucheng's breathing gradually becoming more powerful. Looking at each other, both of them felt that their legs went limp, and they almost lost their composure. Kneel down on the ground.

Yang Qiu's expression was still serious.Leaning forward, he examined the pulses of Ling Yucheng's wrists with concentration, and looked at his face carefully with the lamp.Finally, he lifted the quilt and made sure that the wound on his leg showed no signs of suppuration. Then he waved his hand to signal the two guards to withdraw by themselves, raised the needle slowly, and nodded towards Yuan Shao.

"Your Majesty can slowly withdraw your internal strength." He put one hand on Ling Yucheng's wrist, his eyes slightly closed, and his voice was so soft that he seemed afraid of waking up the sleeping patient, "Slow down, slow down...Okay,... ...very good. Put him down."

Yuan Shao leaned down according to his words.When he pulled his arm away, he paused involuntarily, and pressed his forehead against Ling Yucheng's to test the temperature.The warm breath was sprayed between the mouth and nose, and the sweat stained on the forehead was slightly moistened, and it was almost reluctant to let go at that moment.

Stepping back to the main hall lightly, the tenderness and concern in Yuan Shao's expression disappeared without a trace.Sitting down on the throne in the middle, he took a look at Yang Qiu's exhausted face and unsteady standing, he still raised his hand to signal for the seat, pondered for a moment, and said slowly:

"What the hell is going on with him?"

"What's going on?" Yang Qiu's face was livid from the moment he left the room, and he tried his best to keep his voice down to avoid disturbing the patient's voice, full of anger: "I can't see it! I don't want to live anymore! I feel that I am greedy for life and afraid of death. Let’s live! To prove that this is not the case, I don’t even have to die!” If he hadn’t cared about the distinction between superiors and inferiors, Yuan Shao almost thought he would add a sentence: “If you don’t want to live, die as soon as possible. I spent most of the night trying to save you, bah!"

There's nothing more annoying than a patient who's obsessed with dying -- especially to a doctor.

The military doctor was furious there, but Yuan Shao remained uncharacteristically silent in front of such an obviously disrespectful act.

Ling Yucheng once wanted to die, he knew it.It was he who repeatedly stopped him in the arena, and it was he who tried his best afterwards to pull the man back from his death-defying state of mind.At that time, the difference between the two ends of the balance between life and death was only a thin line...

However, it never occurred to him that that person still suffers from this day and night.

"Mother, don't ignore me...I'm really not—greedy for life and afraid of death..."

That was what he confided to his mother in the dream, so why not tell the other self in his heart?

Holding his mother's lapel in mournful excuses like this, in his heart, he was actually struggling for a moment, right?

The self who chooses to survive is forbearance for the sake of displaying his talents and achieving his aspirations, or is it just because he is afraid of death?

Is the real self in the bottom of my heart a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and is not worthy of continuing to live at all?

So much so that, facing the gentlest, kindest, and most holy existence in the dream, and facing the chance of being forgiven by the "mother", he will desperately want to prove himself—even if he pays the price of his life. prove yourself……

"Mom, take me away."

When I saw him repeatedly looking back and couldn't bear to leave, when I saw him bow down to the wild smoke and weeds for a long time, when I saw him kneeling down on the ground full of gratitude because of his bow...then I knew from time to time that the long-gone biological mother was the warmest and most sacred place in Ling Yucheng's heart.

But it never occurred to her that the mother's forgiveness in the phantom was compared to the regret of leaving without a successful career, compared to the embarrassment of being despised and scolded in Tuliuqing's history, compared to the desolation of leaving tens of thousands of subordinates with nowhere to turn, All in all, the weight added up is even heavier.

Can he let go so resolutely, just for a smile from his mother in the nightmare?

Or, he has been waiting for that warmth for too long.

After pondering and hesitating, he finally decided to consult the military doctor for advice. "He has been going on like this, what will happen?"

"It doesn't matter." Yang Qiu shrugged, "It's nothing more than a stagnation of liver qi. You can't tell it usually. My lord is in good health and has good self-control. My diet and daily life are not hindered. As for the loss of life expectancy, that's not it. It takes a year or two - at least ten or twenty years to see the color. As for major events, when serious illnesses and injuries are on the line of life and death..." Spread your hands, "Your Majesty has also seen it."

For more than a year, he has been adding liver-soothing herbs to Ling Yucheng's daily tea. Ling Yucheng should have drunk it too, but he never said it.The effect... Judging from the daily pulse diagnosis, it should be better than nothing.

Glancing at the lord, he added another sentence: "Your Majesty, don't worry. Judging from the pulse just now, the test of your lord has passed - faster than I estimated. Let him have a good sleep, and if he doesn't burn again by dawn If you go up, it will be a matter of slowly reducing the fever and recuperating slowly, and there will be no serious problems." In other words, since I was able to fall asleep during the day today, my condition has gradually improved.

Of course, that just now was an accident!Accident!

Yuan Shao silently nodded.When I looked closely under the lamp just now, the person who was deeply asleep was breathing peacefully, and his skin was slightly sweaty, which was indeed a sign of improvement.But the heart disease needs to be healed with medicine with heart. There is no hindrance for the time being, but the part that the power of medicine and stone can't touch is the most embarrassing part...

"Persuade him more when you have time."

"Can he listen to people's persuasion with that temper?" Yang Qiu snorted, paused, and obviously felt that this was indeed a problem, and started to turn around with his hands behind his back, "Either it is someone he really admires, and he is willing to listen to what he has to say. One or two points; or sympathy for each other, maybe one or two sentences are right. Or..." After thinking for a long time, I finally shook my head to myself.

In the middle of the night, Yuan Shao's mood fluctuated wildly, and Yuan Shao no longer had the strength to find fault with the doctor's etiquette.He casually waved his hand to send people away, turned on the light and went back to the dormitory, looked down at Ling Yucheng's peaceful sleeping face, and finally fell to the side and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking back, I'd better think of a way to persuade him... Yuan Shao turned over in a haze, pulled him into his arms, put an arm around his waist, and thought in a daze.

The author has something to say: In other words, Yang Qiu must be a local tyrant who spends other people's money and doesn't feel bad

Cooking ginseng soup 24 hours a day for backup, what are you going to do?/The co-author of ginseng is not from you, is it?

And Yang Qiu, who only regards His Majesty as a nurse/local tyrant/inner power provider/humanoid pacemaker...

The cold is not good, I must go to bed early at night~~~~