poison doctor

"Enough!" Chong Jia stopped drinking, the momentum was so intimidating that even the guard who served him tea was scared out of his wits, and immediately stood aside.

It’s true that you opened a dyeing workshop after giving three points of color. What kind of status are you, Su Qingling, who dare to openly criticize the prince’s decision-making! "What kind of Qiang people invaded the country is purely nonsense. The Fu bandit army is making troubles all over the city, but it is only a few hundred miles away. Do you want to leave tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to eat? Can the Qiang army in the Tianmo of Longyu Pass be able to fly?"

Su Qingling never backed down, not even changing the expression on her face. "Natural barriers are just barriers, and they are by no means infallible. It is a bad idea to mobilize troops on the frontier. First, we should dispatch good generals, properly distribute the garrisons in the two counties, and then urgently dispatch [-] troops from Wuguan Starry Night..."

Chong Jia slapped the paperweight on the table flying, and his expression was extremely cold. "I only saw you for the sake of the sixth brother, but I didn't want to listen to your nonsense! Send troops from Wuguan? Before the soldiers arrive, Bashu has fallen into the hands of bandits! Su Shulingshi, before I give you an order, you Tied up and punished, you'd better roll as far as you can!"

When Su Qingling came out of the General Office of the Ministry of War, the sky was covered with snow.

What will happen to this war?Manpower is sometimes poor, and not all efforts will yield results.

The time is approaching, if the Crown Prince Chongjia succeeds to the throne...but it will be a blessing for the people of the world?But it is difficult for a prince to become a benevolent king, and the disaster of beheading Lu Qishan originated from his arrogance and ruthlessness.Although the sixth prince is the best candidate to inherit the great treasure, what's the use if the sky is not with me.

Since ancient times, who aspired to imperial power, who has spent half of his time for the country, the country, and the thousands of people?Patronizing one's own imperial career, no matter the feet are full of bones and cold.

Su Qingling let out a long sigh.A worthy prime minister... Sixth Highness, I'm afraid I will fail your expectations.

The hazy orange light shines through the gauze cover, reflecting the colorful butterflies embroidered on the gauze screen and casting shadows on the wall.

Lang Huan sat at the table, staring at Du Heng who was sleeping on the bed.It was the first time I saw him so tired - he didn't come back for seven days, his face was full of exhaustion, he staggered when he walked, fell asleep as soon as he entered the house, and it would be dawn in a while.

"Hmm..." Rubbing his sore eyes, Du Heng saw Lang Huan and smiled sleepily. "Didn't sleep?"

"It's just that I woke up early." Lang Huan smiled back, telling lies without any trace. "How are you resting, sir?"

"Well, I haven't closed my eyes for a few days, I can't take it anymore, it's really comfortable to sleep." Du Heng climbed out of bed and sat beside her, took a snack from the table and ate it with herbal tea, like a hungry ghost reincarnated.

Since a long time ago, Du Heng couldn't sleep well, and at night he often saw candles suddenly lit in the cubicle where he was.When Langhuan asked, he said he had a dream.She asked what kind of dream it was, but Du Heng smiled, shook his head, and said that although it was a good dream, it was all old things, which only added to the sadness.Every time he had such a dream, there would always be some haze in his eyes.

"The young master can live a happy life, but he resigned the number one scholar and entered the palace as an imperial physician, because he wanted to save the sixth prince's life?" Lang Huan's eyes flickered with dim lights, reflecting his face.

Du Heng lowered his eyes lightly, and put the snacks back on the plate without any taste.

"After ingesting the poison of seven inch grass, it will instantly penetrate the stomach wall and dissolve into the blood vessels. Once poisoned, it will be difficult to cure for a lifetime. If you take it regularly or leave it for a long time, you will become weak and die. I can only help him detoxify while continuing to feed him the poison. I don’t know what the consequences will be. Concubine Zhao’s hatred for Concubine Hua will not diminish, and the crown prince is jealous and narrow-minded. I want to protect him for the rest of his life, but it’s not easy. Chonglin’s life hangs there, just like this lamp.” Du Heng said Then, remove the gauze cover, blow out the candle with a breath, and the remaining smoke drifts away. "...I'm stupid, it's useless."

Lang Huan got up and pushed open the window sash, and the rising sun was like blood staining the sky. "The young master I know has never been a smart person. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found Lang Huan."

Five years ago, Lang Huan was the concubine of Ting Wei Zhao Rui.Zhao Rui is the proud student of Xiangguo Zhu Yi, with a smooth career and a proud career.Unexpectedly, after Zhu Xiang died, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered. Min Shixian took the opportunity to wipe out Zhu Xiang's party, and the prince also took advantage of the fire to eradicate dissidents.Zhao Rui was demoted to slavery, and Lang Huan and the other three wives and concubines were sold to a brothel, falling into a bottomless abyss.

Because of his proficiency in piano art, poetry and Fu, and his beauty, Langhuan soon became a red card in Fengqilou.

When she was young, she suffered from heart disease and was unable to bear children. She also knew that her life would not last long, so she pushed many suitors, and married into the capital as a concubine.After being sold into Fengqi Building, I never told anyone about my illness, and I never took the Fuzi Lizhong Decoction that I had to drink every day to regulate my heart and spleen.Lang Huan still dressed brightly and smiled charmingly, but his eyes had long been careless.After becoming the number one player, Lang Huan only accompanied the guests without selling himself, composing poems and playing the piano to cheer up the drinking and chatting to pass the time.

Three years ago during the Cold Food Festival, Li Fengchang, one of the Nine Ministers, entertained a group of officials at Fengqi Tower, and Lang Huan was present to accompany the wine.The hall was full of people, dancing, music and singing, and when the hustle and bustle reached the extreme, there was a strange sense of tranquility.Lewd voices have long been used to it, and the shady scene of party struggle is nothing new.Lang Huan just smiled lightly, drinking wine glass by glass.She had a heart disease and couldn't drink much, but that day she wanted to drink for no reason. The Baihua Niang, which she usually finds too sweet and greasy, slipped down her throat, but it felt refreshing.

That Li Feng was sixty years old and still lustful, he kissed Langhuan's face, licked her neck wetly with his tongue, the breath in his ear was full of the smell of wine.Lang Huan started to giggle with itching, raised the wine glass in his hand and suddenly splashed Li Fengchang's face.Seeing his wet and angry face, Lang Huan smiled even more heartily.

Everyone present was stunned, and there was silence for a while.Seeing that there was a catastrophe, the madam wept and grabbed Lang Huan and asked her to kneel down and plead guilty.However, Lang Huan suppressed his smile and stood aside, his expression still indifferent.

She has lived too much in this life, so why not get drunk as soon as possible.

"Lord Li, although the famous flower is beautiful, there is an owner, and a glass of Du Heng's thin wine will make amends."

When she looked up, a handsome man in deep purple silk satin clothes stood in front of her and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Du Heng! You, you are presumptuous!" Furious, Li Fengchang slapped the table and stood up, his whole body shaking violently.

"Langhuan is infatuated, and he can't tolerate anyone but me in his heart. Li Fengchang has always been generous, so he probably doesn't care about it. The spring night is short, and I will take away the beauties first." Du Heng smiled evilly, put down his cup, ignored everyone, and embraced Lang Huan walked towards the inner courtyard.

Du Heng's famous name, Lang Huan, has certainly been heard before. The vagabond is often mentioned by the officials who come to Fengqi Tower. He relies on his handsome face and cleverness to be caught between the prince and concubine Zhaogui and wags his tail and begs for mercy.Seeing him now, he behaves very humanly, but the little imperial doctor dared to offend the minister in public, he really has a lot of courage.

Lang Huan said coldly: "Please let me down, the little girl didn't ask the adults to help out, so don't meddle in other's business."

"Think about it, anyway, the days of serious heart disease are not long, and it's a pleasure to do whatever you want, right?" Du Heng smiled comprehensibly, with a somewhat cheerful expression on his face. "You are a weirdo. It's a pity that you met me, and your lifespan will not end."

Lang Huan raised his eyes in astonishment, and met Du Heng's gaze. "Next time, apply more lip balm. After the wine washes it off, it will be scary purple."

People with severe heart disease often have blue lips, so he must have discovered it.Who is the weirdo?A world-weary firework woman doesn't deserve such protection and love from someone she meets by chance.

Three years have passed since that day, and Du Heng is still by her side.He once said that his life is on his account, he will not give up, and neither can Lang Huan.He also said that she was his only confidante and best friend in his life.Lang Huan just smiled and didn't respond.

What she wants to be is not a confidante.But she knew that he had given everything he could, and she had no right to ask for anything he couldn't.Du Heng's heart couldn't accommodate anyone else except that person.

Lang Huan leaned against the window and looked at Du Heng, his eyes were full of bitterness.The idle man who talks and laughs in front of him is afraid that his life will die in a few days.He has the path he chooses, and she can't and can't stop it.

It's just that Huangquan Road seems far away but is actually near. By then, maybe we can meet again?

Resting in Jielan Palace for another night, early in the morning Chonglin was wrapped tightly, and returned to Dongli Palace in a warm sedan chair.After several days, a lot of dust fell in the house.Finally being able to return to her home, Xiao An was so happy, she ran away for a long time before returning, with an extra golden birdcage in her hand, it turned out that she had gone to pick up Yuli.

"Little Liu from the Huanyi Division likes birds the most. Look how she feeds Yuli to make her plump."

Yuli jumped up and down in the cage, chirping and poking around, saying hello to her master whom she hadn't seen for a few days.Chonglin took the birdcage and put it on the table to tease it, Yuli rubbed against his fingers, the emerald green and yellow feathers were soft to the touch.

Seeing the smile on the master's pale face, Xiao An was extremely pleasantly surprised. "Yuli is really a divine bird, it made our Highness laugh."

Chonglin didn't reply, but withdrew his hand and looked at Yuli in a daze, as if wandering away.After a while, he said again: "This bird originally had no name."

"Ah?" Xiao An was confused by the nonsensical words. He only knew that Yuli was a gift from the third prince to the master at the beginning of last year.It was true that Yu was not named at first, but one day the master suddenly told him that the bird was called Yuli. "The name you gave it, it sounds very nice."

"...The name was chosen by him." Chong Lin's voice was so low that he could hardly hear it.He was stunned for a while, he couldn't hold on anymore, so Xiao An helped him into the dormitory to rest.

After closing the door softly and coming out, Xiao An scratched his head.What's wrong with the master today, laughing for a while, being in a daze for a while, and saying some inexplicable things... Could it be that the fever burned out the brain?People who used to be cold and unable to see emotions, are now as soft as a ball of cotton, can smile, and have warmth in their eyes.How weird.

Just because the master is resting, it doesn't mean that he can also be idle, fetching water to clean up, scrubbing the table and the floor, tossing and tossing until noon before making the windows of Dongli Palace bright and clean again.Xiao An was dusting the decorations when Xiao Di came in with a medicine drawer.

"Why is it only you, Doctor Du?" Xiao An wondered.After the past few days, he was convinced that Du Heng was very concerned about his master and would not stop coming.

Xiaodi pouted. "Who knows him, his ideas change faster than turning the pages of a book. Those who want to come and not come are entangled half to death, and finally say that they will not come in the future."

"Why are one or two so awkward... Master just woke up. Ah, you brought porridge." Xiao An took out a bowl of brown rice porridge from the medicine drawer, with jujubes, pear slices, raisins floating on it, and some chopped peanut.

"Grandpa said to drink the porridge first and then the medicine, it won't hurt your stomach."

The two knocked on the door and walked into the bedroom.Seeing that only Xiaodi came to deliver the medicine, Chonglin smiled a little disappointed, said nothing, took the porridge and drank it.

This taste...is very similar to the sweetness of honey cake, not only the fragrance of pears and the sweetness of red dates, but also a unique taste.

After finishing the porridge, Chonglin picked up the medicine bowl, hesitated for a while staring at the soup, lowered his head and took a sip, his eyes dimmed instantly.He laughed at himself, sighed and drank half of the bowl, smiled wryly for a while, finished the rest, and handed back the empty bowl to Xiaodi.

Xiaodi breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time couldn't help but wonder: It is usually more difficult for this master to take medicine than to reach the sky, but this time he didn't bargain or show his temper at all, which made people feel strange.

After drinking warm water to rinse his mouth, Chonglin looked up at Xiaodi. "Your master's face...how did you get hurt?"

Wow!Sure enough, I was asked.Xiaodi took a deep breath, fortunately, his master had already told him about it. "Ah, this, it's embarrassing to say. It's just, it's in the Fengqi Tower...someone made a move on Langhuan, the Lord stepped forward to save Mei, and then..."

Really, I almost bit my tongue.What a bad reason!Xiaodi felt his teeth itch with hatred.It's nothing more than rumors in the palace making a fuss, and now he is required to say such stupid things.

"Is that so..." Chonglin lowered his eyes, then smiled again. "Please come and deliver the medicine."

Xiaodi was stunned by this.This, this is not an ordinary abnormality, what is wrong with it!Who is this man in front of him who looks like the sixth prince but has a completely strange personality?

In the days that followed, Du Heng hardly went back, running around inside and outside the palace, as if he was busy with many things.Langhuan never asked, but Xiaodi didn't get an answer when he asked.This is the first time that the Lord has not allowed himself to be by his side for such a long time. He will not make honey cakes anymore, and he will no longer invite other imperial physicians to treat the sixth prince. He only prepares the medicinal materials and porridge ingredients, and asks him to cook them for the pharmacist. Go to Dongli Palace.

Early in the morning, Du Heng changed his clothes again and prepared to go out.Xiaodi came in with the wash water, and saw him smacking his lips, "It's so early, why don't you catch the early market?"

Rubbing Xiaodi's head, Du Heng joked, "Go to Zaoji and buy a pig's head to replenish your brain."

"Come on." Xiaodi waved his hand away. "Let me follow you today, instead of going to Dongli Palace."

"...Why?" Du Heng stopped holding his belt and frowned. "He won't drink the medicine?"

"No. Xiaoan said that today the poor and poor ranked second will accompany your precious highness to go to the Qing Dynasty to watch and play, so the medicine is changed to drink at night."

These days, Su Qingling often comes to Dongli Palace to see the Sixth Prince after work. The two play chess, read books, and chat with birds.

According to the news received by the Ministry of War, the [-] garrison troops of the Guanxi Battalion at Longyuguan quickly withdrew according to the order, but the situation in Bashu suddenly changed.The fu bandit army was completely silent for a while, the main force and the coach Shao Yan all retreated to Anyue to close the city.Chongjia sent people several times to invite Chonglin to discuss the plan to suppress the bandits, but he rejected them on the grounds of poor health.

It's just that the winter is cold now.His Highness the Sixth Highness had just recovered, and it was outrageous to actually go to the Qing Temple.

"Chonglin...going out of the palace? With Su Qingling?" Du Heng was also stunned.

"Yeah, the two of them are doing very well now, sticking together all day long. But today the snow is so heavy, it's so cold, how can we play." Xiao Di soaked a towel and handed it to Du Heng. "The Sixth Highness is very strange these days. He is happy when he has nothing to do, and he is easy to talk. He is so gentle that it makes people get goosebumps."

Du Heng laughed after hearing this, obviously a little lonely, took a towel and wiped his face to cover it up. "He was originally a very gentle person... as long as he is happy. I'm leaving, remember to deliver the medicine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Heng ran away without a trace, and Xiaodi stomped his feet in anger. "You left me again!"

A two-person warm sedan chair with blue cloth curtains slowly passed the street, and the unobtrusive plain sedan chair could hardly be imagined to be a prince traveling.Shangqingguan is located in the west of the capital, and the journey is a bit far.The top of the sedan chair was covered with snow, lightly covered with a layer of white.

It was rare to come outside, and Xiao An held an umbrella and looked around, seeing that everything was new.

In the sedan chair, Chonglin was holding a hand warmer, wrapped tightly in fox fur, and opened the curtain to look out. "It's snowing harder."

"Your Highness, it's so cold, are you alright?" Su Qingling pushed down the curtain to keep out the wind and snow.

"I've said it before, you don't need an honorific address when there is no one around." Chong Lin smiled. "It seems to be coming soon. I heard that there are Taichang Festivals held in Guanli at this time in previous years, but it's a pity that it's snowing today."

After half a cup of tea, the sedan chair stopped, and Xiaoan lifted the curtain of the sedan chair to help the master and Su Bang get out of the sedan chair.

The Shangqing Temple is the largest temple in the capital, because Taoist cultivators emphasize tranquility and inaction, although the Shangqing Temple is large in scale, its architecture is not extravagant, instead it has a simple and simple style.The old vermilion lacquered wooden door is wide open, and there are several small vendors selling things in the snow on both sides.

Chong Lin walked towards one of the small stalls with great interest, and Xiao An quickly caught up with him—it was a stall selling wooden masks, copper and iron swords, horsetail whisks, etc. Chong Lin picked up a green-faced fangs and horns The mask studied.

"This customer has a good eye!" Daxuetian rarely had a business visit, and the stall owner was overjoyed and introduced, "This mask was bought by a villain in Xiang County. It is said that it is not a thing from Middle Earth, but it is a treasure. Look at the wood grain and the paint, they are old stuff..." Although the stall owner kept talking, he obviously didn't know the origin and role of the mask.

"Prajna?" Su Qingling said softly from the side, "Remember that Prajna represents wisdom in Buddhism."

Chonglin nodded, he didn't expect to see this thing in this Taoist place, and couldn't help but feel emotional. "It's not a good thing for a person to be too smart. They tend to get into the horns of a dead end, which only increases troubles. But Prajna has the great wisdom of transcending life and death, transcending the ordinary and becoming holy. Although it looks terrifying, it is enviable."

Passing the mask to Xiaoan, Chonglin and Su Qingling entered the Guanmen.Xiao An paid the money, didn't bother to pay attention to the nagging shopkeeper, looked at the mask up and down, pursed her lips and muttered. "What kind of broken wood, it's ugly and scary, but also very intelligent..."

Shangqing Temple is divided into more than 30 halls and pavilions, large and small, including Jade Emperor, Qizhen, Qiu Zu, and Chunyang.There was a snowstorm today, and the number of people who came to worship was much less, but it showed a bit of purity in the place of cultivation.

Chonglin knelt down before the statue of Sanqing, closed his eyes and prayed silently for a long time, not knowing what wish he was making.Su Qingling stared aside, with many questions in her mind, but she didn't know where to start.Chonglin has been smiling these days, looking very happy, but the fact may be the opposite, which makes him extremely worried.

When I first met him in Jielan Palace, the sixth prince had an extraordinary bearing, and his speech was quite elegant; in the early court of Zhaode Palace, he kept every sentence in his words, his wisdom was hidden, and he did his best to turn the tide before the storm without showing any trace.But Chonglin on the sick bed has an unexpectedly fragile side, often holding the back of his injured left hand in a daze, obviously sitting beside him, but his heart seems to be wandering in an unreachable place.

But now he seems to have given up on everything and doesn't care anymore, just quietly waiting for a certain ending to come.

After paying homage to several halls, Chonglin took Su Qingling to Yuchan Pavilion to ask for a spiritual lottery.After shaking it dozens of times, a bamboo stick came out and fell to the ground.

"Dian...Chonglin, do you believe in karma and destiny, good and bad luck?" Su Qingling didn't follow Buddhism, gods and ghosts before. In this world, evildoers enjoy all the glory and glory, and there are countless happy old age and death, while good people suffer from injustice, poverty, disease, and early death. It's even more common. It's better to ask God than to ask oneself.

But after seeing so many helpless people and things in the short period of time after the second place in high school, Su Qingling suddenly felt that perhaps God's will had already been determined, and that her insignificant self could not change her destiny at all.

Picking up the bamboo sticks and standing up, Chonglin smiled lightly. "How can the power of ants overcome the sky? The more you want, the harder it is to get. Probably, people always come and go alone, empty-handed."

There was a long line in front of the lottery table. The big girls and the young daughter-in-law came to ask about marriage and childbirth, the children of the elderly came to ask about disaster relief and illness; businessmen and students came to ask about fame, wealth and fortune...Every face was full of anticipation and anxiety.

"Shan Fu Shou, your lottery..." The old Taoist who unscrambled the lottery relied on Chonglin's spiritual stick to find the corresponding sign, but he pondered for a long time without saying a word.

"Please, but it's okay."

"Birth is like the dew in the morning, and the candles turn when they fall and fall. The incense comes with a delicate hand, but it is in vain to make the swallows cry with jealousy. The closest relatives are not close, and the same eaves are different. "According to the signature, the young master has a major disaster and three major calamities. The major disaster is short-lived, and the life is difficult to last. The three major calamities are too talented to be hated. It’s really a sign.”

How could this happen... Su Qingling hurriedly asked, "Is there a solution?"

"Shan Fushou, this lottery is a very rare dead lottery, there is no solution." The old man shook his head, as if regretting it.

Chonglin turned his head and looked at the flying snow outside, muttering to himself: "Shouldn't you stay with me forever? So that's how it is..."