poison doctor

"What's the matter, you quack doctor!" Chong Jia grabbed Du Heng's arm and dragged him out of the bedroom, asking urgently in a low voice.It took less than half an hour in the room to get a pulse diagnosis, this guy is really pissed off!

Du Heng kept a cold face and didn't answer. It took a while before he sneered, "I can't die anyway."

When Chongjia heard this, he was furious, and he punched Du Heng over the round mahogany table behind him, and the teapot and cup on it shattered to the ground.The golden birdcage toppled over, and Yuli screamed inside.

"Have the guts to say it again, you bastard!"

Wiping the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, Du Heng wanted to stand up, but just as he raised his right arm, he felt a sharp pain, probably because of a bone injury.Chong Jia liked to wield knives and swords even more than read books, and his strength was much stronger than ordinary people, so one can imagine the feeling of being punched by him.

"Master!" Xiao Di hurried in to protect Du Heng, kowtowing to Chong Jia repeatedly. "Third Highness, please calm down, Third Highness, please calm down, the master offended somewhere, I will give you the little one..."

"Shut up! It's your turn to speak here." Chong Jia looked down at Du Heng, his face full of sternness. "If the sixth brother makes any mistake, I will pay for your life!" Then he walked away.

Rubbing his chest, Xiaodi swallowed and finally regained his composure.

Ever since the sixth prince passed out, the expression on the master's face has not been right.Worried that something would happen to him, Xiaodi hid outside the window to listen to the movement, but something serious happened.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Xiaodi helped Du Heng sit down on the chair, looking at him distressedly.

After seeing off the Third Highness who looked like the King of Hades, Xiao An also hurried in to clean up the mess.Yuli, the poor little thing, was frightened and barked non-stop, fluttering her feathers in the cage.

Du Heng endured the pain and smiled at Xiao Di, never expecting that he would be so restless sometimes.Today it was the third prince who made Chonglin angry and sick, he saw it with his own eyes.

Chonglin has always been weak, but this is the first time he has had a violent attack like this, the situation is really dangerous.Although he was rescued by taking medicine, if he committed the crime again next time, the attack would only be worse, and it might be life-threatening.

Du Heng sat down in front of the table and wanted to write the prescription several times, but his right arm hurt so badly that he couldn't control it.

"Doctor Du's hand hurt?" Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded.

"Su Bangyan?" Du Heng looked up, surprised to see Su Qingling standing beside him.

Seeing his surprised face, Su Qingling also felt a little embarrassed.Before sending Wang Luofu to the gate of the palace, I heard the chatter of the changing guards, saying that the sixth prince passed out outside the hall.He had a deep impression on this "Baiyu Tianjialang", and knowing that he had no status, he decided to come back to visit after much deliberation.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived outside the Dongli Palace, he saw Chong Jia rushing out angrily. The maids and eunuchs were in a hurry because of the sudden change. The table was poured with broken cups and the floor was in a mess. The corners of Doctor Du's mouth were bruised and there were some blood stains. He understood in his heart, and walked into the room without caring too much for a moment.

"If you don't mind, can I let you write for me?"

"... Then I'll have to work." Du Heng hesitated for a moment, and gave up his seat to Su Qingling.

Chinese medicine prescriptions inevitably have some difficult words, but every time Su Qingling hears the name of a medicine, he writes without hesitation, but the words are also good.The calligraphy is thin and thin with its own clear spirit, which is very beautiful.

Du Heng couldn't help wondering: "Su Bangyan is familiar with medical theory?"

"It's just scratching the surface."

After finishing brushing and hanging up, Su Qingling smiled a little lonely. "When I was young, my mother was not in good health, and she kept making soups and medicines every day, and she was familiar with all kinds of medicine prescriptions."

Like the sixth prince, Su Qingling also lost her mother when she was young.His mother, who had been in bed for a long time, fell asleep one night and never woke up again. She left without warning, and never had a chance to say anything else. Therefore, he knew the ruthlessness and impermanence of the world since he was a child.

"How is Your Highness Six?"

Du Heng paused for a moment before saying: "Exogenous wind evil, qi deficiency and fever, and irritability, suffering from the old problem of coughing and shortness of breath, need to take care of it for a while. When he wakes up later, you go in and visit him, he appreciates it You, I must be glad to see you."

"Doctor Du is leaving?" Su Qingling was very surprised.

"Well," Du Heng nodded, subconsciously covered the wound on his face with his hands, and said hesitantly, "Go to the Department of Medicine Supervision, wake him up to drink while the soup is hot. Chong... His Highness the Sixth Highness doesn't like to take medicine very much." , very stubborn, please help coax him. Tell him, this is a medicine for reducing fever and saving his life... If he can't vomit, give him this if he finds it bitter."

The oiled paper bag handed over contains some honey-colored block cakes, exuding a faint fragrance of pears.Although the appearance is a bit simple, the taste must be sweet.Su Qingling nodded, "I see."

Du Heng turned and went out, and turned back as soon as he reached the door, his face was a little red, and his voice was low and inaudible. "Don't tell him about my being beaten." After saying that, he walked away quickly as if fleeing.

Su Qingling couldn't help being stunned.

To be honest, he didn't like Du Heng.First seen in Jielan Palace, this imperial doctor Du came out of the prince's bedroom with thin clothes and disheveled hair. His appearance is as beautiful as it is beautiful, but it gives people a sense of wanderlust.However, the smiling expression seemed deliberately seductive, and his deep eyes that could not see through his mind were still fresh in his memory.

It was only later that I heard that this person was the young number one scholar who had once won the world at the age of fifteen and caused a sensation in the whole country. I didn't expect him to be such an unruly person.He originally thought that Du Heng would take it lightly even if he was struck by thunder, but he unexpectedly saw another side of him today.

Holding the carefully wrapped honey cake in her arms, a smile appeared on Su Qingling's face.Perhaps the Imperial Physician Du just now is the one who most resembles the little Zhuangyuan Lang back then?Inexplicably, he felt this way.

"Does it still hurt?" Chong Ning helped Du Heng wipe the wound on the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief soaked in medicine powder, his brows were tightly frowned, and he couldn't help asking, "Who hit you? Tell me and I'll make the decision for you."

Du Heng's right arm was suspended with gauze, and he leaned on the soft tiger skin couch. The place where his arm and back hit was painful, but he didn't answer the prince's questioning, just closed his eyes and rested his mind.

After leaving the Dongli Palace and coming to the Department of Pharmaceutical Supervision, Du Heng carefully explained the prescriptions needed by Chonglin, the imperial physician on duty, the acupuncture points to be used in emergencies, etc., to ensure safety.After Xiaodi delivered the decoction, the master and servant planned to leave the palace.

Unexpectedly, before he left the Pharmaceutical Supervision Department, he saw Eunuch Liu chasing after him panting heavily, followed by a heated sedan chair.He thought he was quick to report to the prince to ask for a reward, but he did not know how to describe his injury so exaggeratedly.

Reluctantly, Xiao Di was asked to go back to Fengqi Tower first, and Du Heng was carried to Jielan Palace in a sedan chair.Chong Ning checked his injuries carefully, and interrogated him for a long time, his face was frighteningly cold.

Seeing Chong Ning who was so nervous about himself, Du Heng had mixed feelings in his heart.

In general, once a person has something he cherishes, he will lose completely.The majestic prince is just a mortal lover, a pitiful person.And this kind of affection, he is destined to feel sorry for him.

"Chongning, I'm tired." Du Heng smiled, turned sideways and closed his eyes, his face was deeply tired.

This was the first time Du Heng called his name.Chong Ning was stunned for a moment, feeling his cheeks were a little hot, and his voice was somewhat hoarse suppressing joy. "That's right, of course you should rest well if you are injured, you can stay here tonight."

Chong Ning was not called a palace man, so he went to the dormitory by himself and took a pair of Suzhou embroidered silk satin warm quilts to cover Du Heng, carefully compacted the corners of the quilt, and stared at his sleeping face for a long time, breathing so close in the ear.Caressing Du Heng's lips with his fingers, Chong Ning smiled contentedly like a cat stealing fish.

But Xiaodi in this compartment was jumping in anger in front of the palace gate.It was only when he was about to go out that he remembered that only Du Heng had the badge to enter and exit the palace. If he left the palace like this, he would not be able to enter the palace tomorrow morning.

After waiting outside the palace for a long time, he still didn't see his grandfather sending someone to bring him a waist card. He knew that he must have forgotten about it, but he didn't dare to report to Jielan Palace just because of such a trivial matter.After thinking about it, Xiao Di left a message for the guards, and then went to Dongli Palace to look after his precious sixth prince for his master. Anyway, he and Xiao An were fairly familiar.

Because Chonglin loves quietness and doesn't like strangers, Dongli Palace has few people serving, and it is not like other palaces that have strict inspections and rules for guests.In addition to Du Heng's instructions before leaving, the eunuch in charge asked Su Qingling to wait for Chonglin to wake up in the inner room.

When the medicine arrived, the eunuch in charge didn't know where he was going. There was not a maid serving in the huge Dongli Palace. Su Qingling had no choice but to walk into the room with a tray.The light in the room was dim, except for the crackling sound of the charcoal stove beside the bed, the room was dead silent.

After turning on the lamp, Su Qingling moved a chair and sat down beside the bed, calling in a low voice: "Your Highness, Your Highness?" There was no movement for a long time, and he tried to reach out to pat Chonglin's shoulder, but the person on the bed still didn't wake up.

Su Qingling panicked, called out eagerly, and pushed harder a few times, only to see Chonglin's eyelashes tremble, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

After seeing the person in front of him clearly, Chonglin was very surprised, and said hoarsely: "Su... second place?"

Seeing him wake up, Su Qingling felt relieved, and smiled gently, "Your Highness, the soup is ready, please drink it while it's hot."

Chonglin's face changed when he heard this, he stared at the steaming medicine bowl without saying a word.

Su Qingling sighed softly in his heart, it seemed that Chong Lin feared the medicine was true, so he passed it on according to Du Heng's original words, "Doctor Du said this is a decoction to reduce fever and save life, so you can't spit it out. You still..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Chonglin's eyes widen. After a moment, he lowered his eyes, his expression became extremely complicated, and finally nodded.

Su Qingling raised the pillow higher, scooped up the decoction and blew it cold, and handed it to Chonglin's mouth. He slightly parted his lips and pursed it, with a calm expression on his face, without resistance or bitterness.

After drinking the medicine, Chonglin suddenly raised his eyes to look around, as if he was looking for something.

Su Qingling put down the empty bowl, took the greased paper bag and opened it. "Your Highness, would you like some pastries?"

Seeing the honey cake, Chonglin nodded obediently, ate four or five yuan, and drank some water to moisten his throat.

"Why did you come here?" This was the question Chong Lin wondered for a long time.

"I heard that you are not feeling well, I am a little worried..." I know that I am not even a courtier, and I don't dare to be a friend, and I have no reason to stand, but I am serving him in the prince's bedroom. I am afraid that I will be considered as a flattery Senior, Su Qingling couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, Qingling."

He raised his eyes in astonishment, but saw Chong Lin smiling, a faint but touching smile he had never seen before.

"Come to the Ministry of War. I've read your...strategies and theories, and they are very insightful. If you go to the Ministry of Officials, you will be dismissed from the exams, awarded with rewards...it will be a waste of talent." Breathing hard, I exhausted every word full strength.Chonglin stared at Su Qingling, as if trying to see through him, and said solemnly: "The imperial court...needs a capable minister."

Because of the word "capable minister", Su Qingling's eyes were almost red.

Today's experience in the court will never be forgotten by him forever. The emperor is incompetent, his channels are misleading the country, and the civil and military officials only want to protect themselves, and they don't care about the common people and the world.Compared with loyal ministers and good ministers, what he needs most now and what he is determined to do is capable ministers.

It is much more meaningful to go to the Ministry of War than to go to the Ministry of Officials to do some errands such as official examinations, promotion and rewards.A strong country must first have a strong army, not for the warlike expansion of the land, but now the country needs to defend and protect itself.

The end of Emperor Heng is approaching, the Xiongnu, Donghu, especially the Qiang people on the west side of the border are ready to move, and they will attack when they see the opportunity.Moreover, in recent years, there have been continuous natural disasters in several counties in the south, frequent uprisings and riots, and the momentum has become more and more intense.Although the third prince Chongjia who is in charge of the Ministry of War is good at marching and fighting, he is not smart and handsome. He has martial arts and the ability to command troops. However, he lacks the ability to discern the deeper warfare strategy, and the situation is not optimistic.

Standing up solemnly and bowing, Su Qingling said in a deep voice, "Qingling is willing to obey His Highness's arrangement."

"I'll wait and see." Chong Lin nodded and smiled, closing his eyes tiredly.

After he was fast asleep, Su Qingling walked out of the dormitory lightly, unexpectedly the hall was full of mess.

"Su Bangyan!" Xiao An called him in a low voice, his voice full of tears.

It turned out that Xiaoan went to the Department of Internal Affairs to fetch water and wanted to wipe the floor. Unexpectedly, after a while, a strong wind suddenly blew up.The gust of wind penetrated the unclosed windows, and a stack of papers, books, and brushes on the table were blown all over the room.

The worst thing was that a piece of paper just fell into the bucket, and it was soaked immediately, and the ink stains on it became blurred little by little. Xiao An was so anxious that he almost wanted to hit the wall holding the paper. "What can I do with this, if it's useful..."

Su Qingling hurriedly took the soaked rice paper—the paper was yellowed, and the corners were a little worn out. The characters on it were beautiful and tender, and the ink was very old. It seemed to be something old.Su Qingling quickly memorized the content on the paper, went to the desk, spread paper and ink, and took notes.

It is the first "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou".

Showers, autumn haze and moon in the middle of the sky, a little bit of cold sound.In the late night, the incense and ashes are cool, the oil is exhausted and the lamps are shattered, and Zhulou is empty and silent.In the middle of the night, wind and dew invade each other, leaning against the plain quilt.Who remembers Tsinghua University, only the disease is long-term.

I can't bear to be close to the window, fearing that thousands of chrysanthemums in the flower pond will all turn into autumn tears.There are thousands of volumes of dark poems and books, how long will it rain?The strings of the qin are weak, and there is nothing to do with chess and paintings.Xie Zhengrong, look down on the world, what a waste of life!

Chrysanthemum Flame in the Autumn of the 17th Year of Qingyuan

After finishing the last stroke, Su Qingling's hands couldn't help trembling slightly, and the intense and suppressed pain penetrated him through the words and sentences.The 12-year-old young prince seemed to be sitting by the window, biting his lips tightly to endure the pain.The torrential rain wet the window lattice, and also shattered the chrysanthemum petals on the ground like snow.

It's as lonely and helpless as the only one left in the big world, full of talents and ambitions, but soaked in illness and spending the rest of the year, a proud heart is more bleak than the rain in late autumn.

I originally thought that the prince of the heavenly family, rich in rich clothes and jade food, must know no pain and no ambition, and only think about pleasure and greed.What is the sensitive and desperate young heart that can be touched through words?

"Su Bangyan, Su Bangyan!" Seeing that Su Qingling stopped writing in a daze, Xiao An walked up to him and waved his hand without responding to him for a long time.

"Ah, sorry." Su Qingling recovered and handed the paper to Xiao An. "I've transcribed the words on the paper."

"Really?" Xiao An was very pleasantly surprised.Su Bangyan is really unpredictable, so many unintelligible words, he memorized them in just one pass...Looking at the paper that had already been mutilated, Xiao An secretly rejoiced.Fortunately, there is an expert here, otherwise the things on this paper may not be saved.

"Wow! What's the matter?!" As soon as he entered the door, Xiao Di was startled by the scene in the hall and yelled.

"Shh--be gentle, I woke up the master and I want you to look good!" Xiao An hastily pulled Xiao Di aside. "How did you come?"

Xiaodi flattened her mouth. "It's hard to say... Anyway... please take me in tonight."

After finally climbing all the way here with the sudden gust of wind, it seems that there is no need to rest-the ground is full of work.

After sending Su Qingling away and cleaning up the house, it was past the time to light the lamp.Du Heng didn't come to look for Xiaodi, he thought he just slept in Jielan Palace.

After waking up early in the morning and being busy all day, Xiao An was exhausted, yawning again and again, and her eyelids began to fight non-stop.Xiaodi, who couldn't see it, drove him back to the side room to sleep, and stayed in the hall to watch the night.While wiping the floor with a rag, there was a faint coughing sound from the bedroom.

Xiaodi has been with Du Heng for many years and is very experienced in taking care of patients. He quickly took a copper pot from the nearby stove, poured a cup of warm water and knocked on the door to come in.

"Sixth, Your Highness Sixth," Xiaodi felt apprehensive, but mustered up the courage to walk over. "Would you like some water?"

It was night, and the candlelight in the house was dim, reflecting the flickering light in the room.

Seeing that it was Xiaodi, Chonglin looked surprised.

Holding Xiaodi up and feeding him some water, he hesitated for a while, then opened his mouth lightly. "Where's your master?"

"Grandpa..." Even though Xiaodi's head was always turning quickly, he was stunned for a moment.He has always been with his father, but in the middle of the night, Xiao An is not there, and neither is his father, yet he is here to serve the sixth prince, what is going on.

Xiao Di scratched his head in anxiety, but couldn't think of any good reason, so he slipped his mouth. "I'm in Jielan Palace..."

It's not good until the words come out, the sixth prince is sick here, but the master went to the prince to enjoy it?But he was not sure whether he should say that the master was beaten by the third prince, what a mistake to say!

There was a moment of silence in the room.Xiao Di was about to explain a few words, but stared blankly at the person on the bed, opened his mouth wide and could not utter a word——

Chong Lin actually started to laugh softly, and the more he laughed, the more he laughed until his body trembled, causing a burst of coughing, but he was still laughing.

Xiaodi's spine shivered, it was obvious that there was nothing funny... His Highness the Sixth Highness actually burst into tears from laughter.He was startled and hurriedly left.

After Xiaodi left, Chonglin forced himself to sit up, buried his head on his knees and continued to laugh, as if there was nothing funnier than this in the world, and he couldn't stop no matter what.Laughing too hard, my weak lungs couldn't support it, my fingers twisted the quilt tightly due to breathlessness, and inadvertently fell on the charcoal stove beside the bed. The hot charcoal burned the back of my hand, causing a tearing pain, piercing my heart.

It was because I was so stupid that I still hoped that he could really be by my side once in the most painful time.

Forget it, since this person is so determined, his fate will never be left to others.

In the winter of the 26th year of Qingyuan, the construction of Wangxiantai, which Heng Diqiong had hoped for all his life, officially started.The huge project cost nearly 2000 million taels of silver, and there were tens of thousands of chariot and horse craftsmen just to move the stone and wood, which can be described as the whole country's effort.

The two counties of Bashu stipulated that each family must send an adult man to participate in the construction, and the "Sendai tax" was collected on a head-by-head basis, and the land would be confiscated if the tax was not paid.The local executives took the opportunity to solicit money, filling their stomachs layer by layer, and the money collected by force was more than several times the quota set by the household department.

The people were overwhelmed, and for a while there were grievances and frequent riots, especially the Fu Bandit Army.Shao Yan, the leader of the bandit in Fuqi Township, Bajun, held high the banner of righteousness, but within a few days, thousands of rebels gathered, and he also wooed the Miao and Tibetan tribes in the two counties of Bashu, and his momentum grew.

The cart and horse brigade responsible for transporting building materials to Wuling Mountain was often attacked by masked "bandits", who pushed all of them down the valley with the cart and horse.The temporary wooden houses on the mountainside where skilled craftsmen were placed were also destroyed by fire, and no one was spared.Such extreme resistance caused countless casualties to the craftsmen and escort convoys, and the project did not progress at all.

There are many local mountain people in the Fu bandit army, who are familiar with the terrain, and they are elusive and sneaky.

"Bastard! Useless things!" Chong Jia read the Babaili urgent battle report and kicked the messenger over.

There has been no good news for several days in a row. Did Jinchuan's [-] garrison soldiers grow up eating grass?If that old man Zhao Hongtao gets tired of his work, he can give him a treat!

What a big deal it is for the father to build a visit to Xiantai, how could any mistakes be allowed?In just a few days, a censor and three officials above the sixth rank were attacked and died at the foot of Wuling Mountain. The government and the public were shocked.The Ministry of War is under his jurisdiction, and the commander of the army holds the power, and the responsibility for ineffectively suppressing the chaos cannot be shirked. When he thinks of the prince's grinning face, Chong Jia feels a thorn in his back.

Kneeling at the side, Fan Ze, the servant of the Ministry of War, was already sweating profusely, trembling all over his body, "Please, may I ask what instructions the Third Highness has for you?"

Chong Jia glared at him fiercely, his gaze was so fierce that he wanted to kill someone.

Fan Shilang almost thought that his life was in jeopardy, and the servant commander suddenly reported that Su Qingling, the second in the new division, had come to report.

"Su Qingling?! Let him go—" Chong Jia just yelled and remembered that the sixth younger brother had been urging him to recruit this bastard into the military department before he passed out.If you just drive people away like this, I really feel sorry for Chonglin's painstaking efforts, so I have to change my words: "Let him get out!"

Su Qingling came in, bowed his head respectfully and saluted, but his eyes were fixed on the Babaili urgent battle report on the ground. "I pay my respects to Your Highness Third, please give your orders, and you must do your best."

"Hmph." Chong Jia looked at him arrogantly from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly had an idea - Su Qingling, didn't everyone say you were "Young Marquis"?I will show it to you today.

Chongjia paused every word, and said maliciously: "Master Shuling Shisu, this position is very suitable for you. Take him to the Military Registration Department, and he will take up the post immediately."

Not only Su Qingling, but even the guards and order officers were stunned.

In fact, Shu Lingshi is not an official position, and has no rank at all. Most of them seek jobs through the back door with relatives and relatives of officials in the DPRK and China, and small people who can write books.What's more, the director of military registration is in charge of soldier recruitment, relocation, retirement, pensions and other miscellaneous matters, and has the most humble status in the five divisions and three offices of the Ministry of War.

"Why, don't you accept the order to thank you?" Chongjia was in a much happier mood after belittling Su Qingling severely.The talent that the crown prince wanted to snatch but failed to snatch, is now being trampled under his feet. I don't know how the elder brother who loves to fight with others will hide under the blanket and cry when he hears it?

"Minister...thank you for your appointment." Su Qingling suppressed the sadness and anger in her chest, and saluted lightly.

"You should call yourself a 'little man'! There is no book Lingshi dared to call himself a 'subject', you better know this, Mr. Su." Chong Jia laughed loudly.

Everyone present was terrified when they heard this.