Shuoyun Feidu

Beitang Rongdu was silent for a long time, and after a while, he panted slightly and ordered: "Bury him well..." Before he finished speaking, a lot of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and he fell straight backward.

Seeing this, all the attendants were horrified that one Buddha was born, and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, almost lost their souls. If there is something wrong with the son, not only the life of the whole group will be lost, but even the nine clans will be wiped out!It was too late and then soon, several people around hurriedly caught Beitang Rongdu's overturned body, and the first person picked up Beitang Rongdu, then got on the horse's back, and carefully hugged the young man tightly in front of him, At that time, more than ten people got on their horses one after another, and galloped away, leaving four people on the spot, and buried Gong Shuyuan's body on the spot as ordered.

Everyone beat their horses and ran wildly, all the way back to the city, ignoring the regulations that horses are not allowed to run fast in the king's city, they galloped through the streets, knocking over many stalls.

As soon as he was approaching the palace, the people in the distance didn't stop, so they rushed straight to the Wuhua gate in front of them. The deputy commander of the guards who had brought people to guard here, saw that someone dared to break into the palace, and was about to pull out Dao Yaoyao ordered everyone to stop, but suddenly recognized that this was the group of Shizi who went out to hunt in the palace in the morning, and the lead entourage limply hugged a seemingly unconscious person in red clothes, who was not Shizi or who? ?Who dared to stop at that time, let these more than ten people gallop into Wuhua Gate without stopping.

In the Forbidden Palace, no one dared to be so presumptuous. As soon as the group entered the palace, they saw a high-ranking servant leading a group of young eunuchs and palace servants towards the east along Qingshi Road. Go, when the servant heard the sound of horseshoes, he turned his head to follow the sound instinctively, and was shocked to see someone galloping on horseback in the palace, and immediately screamed: "Where did the madman come from, how dare he act recklessly in the palace? Come on, come on!" Get it soon!" The leader also knew that this move was inappropriate, so he quickly reined in, hugged Beitang Rongdu and got off his horse, he didn't care much, he just said sharply: "My father-in-law, quickly call the imperial doctor, I just met you on the outskirts of the city. Go up to the villain, and your son will be assassinated!" Hearing the words, the big eunuch saw the young man in red robe tightly hugged by the man, he was frightened out of his wits, his hands and feet were about to go limp, and he kept yelling at the little boys behind him. The eunuch said: "Quickly go to the imperial hospital, please ask some adults to bring someone here! Report to the king! Go to Yilan Palace to report the letter!... Hurry up, take a step, how many heads do you have!" After finishing speaking, he hurriedly directed With human hands, the comatose Beitang Rongdu was quickly carried to Yilan Palace.

A young eunuch had already arrived at Yilan Palace to report the news, and everyone in Yilan Palace was in chaos when they received the news. When Beitang Rongdu was sent back soon, Shen Hanyan had calmed down a step earlier, and his expression was not bad. Calm down, but seeing Beitang Rongdu unconscious and covered in blood at this moment, his whole body still trembled slightly, his heart trembled violently, and then his lips were tightly pressed, and he forcibly calmed down, and stepped forward to take Beitang Rongdu down. Du held tightly in his arms, and quickly carried him into the inner hall, while a series of orders had been given one by one.

For a moment, Beitang Rongdu was placed on a seven-foot-wide aloes couch, and the hall was crowded with people. Mrs. Song and Mrs. Xie stood in front of the couch, seeing that Rongdu in Beitang was unconscious, his face was pale, and his eyes were closed. His lips were pale, his clothes were torn, and he didn't know how many wounds he had on his body and where they were, but he only saw that the clothes were covered with dark red, which seemed to be dried blood, and he knew that the injuries must be serious. For a moment, I couldn't help but feel fear and pain in my heart. In addition, the two of them were young, only in their teens, so they couldn't bear it anymore, and they were already sobbing and crying aloud.At this time, Shen Hanyan was already heartbroken and worried. Hearing the cry again, he felt irritable, and suddenly turned his head, with cold eyes and a stern expression, and shouted: "... Shut up! Make a sound and get out! How does it look like crying!"

He has always been gentle and refined, with a very good temper, even when he treats his servants, he almost never speaks harshly, but now he is suddenly angry, which frightens the two young women, Song and Xie, into shock, and they really don't dare to speak again. He made a sound, but tightly covered his mouth with a handkerchief, but the tears still kept falling down.Shen Hanyan didn't have the mood to care about these things at the moment, but he tightly held Beitang Rongdu's slightly cold hand, and shouted at the people behind him: "Why hasn't the imperial doctor come over yet! Ask someone to urge you!"

Just as he was talking, he heard a burst of chaotic footsteps stumbling outside, and a moment later, a group of six or seven imperial physicians had rushed in, all of them were sweaty on their foreheads, obviously braving the summer heat, and calmed down. Seeing this, Han Yan immediately let go of Beitang Rongdu's hand, got up to get out of the way, and said, "Come over and take a closer look, there's not even a slight difference...not allowed!" Going to wipe it, he hurriedly stepped forward to have a look, and after a while, he took off Beitang Rongdu's hair crown, and carefully untied the torn robe that was stained a large dark red.

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When Beitang Zun walked into Yilan Palace with quicker steps, he saw several palace servants coming out with golden basins and towels in their hands. It was wet and red, just like the bloodthirsty red light in his eyes, and the surrounding area was filled with the strong smell of calming decoction, mixed with the vague smell of blood, Beitang Zunyue's heart tightened, and he suddenly sneered A few times, killing intent appeared in the eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he had entered the inner hall.

The hall was so quiet that there was no sound, and it was extremely oppressive. The curtains were drawn to both sides and hooked with golden hooks, revealing the big bed inside. A few strands of long black hair were half hanging down from the edge of the couch. An old man The imperial doctor was sitting in front of the bed, with two fingers resting quietly on a snow-white wrist, carefully feeling the pulse, while the other two were bending over to the side, carefully cleaning the wound with wrung wet towels, while stroking the clean wound Sprinkling medicine everywhere, someone next to him opened a box and took out a set of silver needles of different thicknesses and lengths. The rest of the people had solemn expressions, full of anxiety and worry.

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Beitang Zunyue's heart suddenly suffocated, his face immediately turned livid, even a little scary, although he was always calm, but at this moment, his face changed again and again, and his hands were already in his sleeves bit by bit. Slowly clenched into fists... He bent down, a pair of sharp phoenix eyes almost faintly glowing with blood, but when his hands touched the skin of Beitang Rongdu, they were extremely careful and gentle, Gently stroked around the wound with his fingers, and probed the juvenile's neck vein, wrist pulse, heartbeat and breath respectively, and then slowly let go of his hand, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, and then squeezed it from his throat He said in a cold voice, "...how is he?"

The head physician's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Although he was [-]% to [-]% sure, he didn't dare to speak too much, so he had to think about his words before replying in fear: "If you go back to the king... the son's internal organs have been severely injured, and he has lost blood. Too many...and the abdomen was punctured, fortunately...fortunately, no organs seem to be touched...about, about...the life should be fine..."

Beitang Zun Yue's eyebrows were full of murderous intent, and suddenly he sneered, his eyes were filled with a sharp and cold murderous intent, and said: "...'probably'? There is no need for these people to live anymore!" Hearing this, all the imperial physicians were sweating profusely, and there was only one, at this time, several middle-aged imperial physicians had already wrapped up several large wounds with bandages. The old imperial doctor who took out the silver needle from the medical box had already prepared the needle, and said tremblingly: "If you go back to the king, I will give the needle to the son right now. During the process... it is really painful, and it is very painful. You can't seal the acupuncture points and make the blood stagnate... So, still... please ask the king to restrain the son..."

Beitang Rongdu has a distinguished status, who would dare to offend him except Beitang Zunyue?Therefore, the imperial physician had no choice but to ask Beitang Zunyue to do it himself to restrain him.The more Beitang Zun listened, he sat down beside the bed without saying a word, stretched out his hand to gently lift Beitang Rongdu's upper body, hugged him in front of his chest, let his head rest on his arms, and then turned his head with a blank expression on his face. He glanced at Shen Hanyan expressively, and said coldly: "...Press his leg." Shen Hanyan didn't say a word, and hurried forward to press Beitang Rongdu's knee as he said. Then he carefully pulled out the silver needle and slowly stabbed it towards Beitang Rongdu's upper abdomen.

Before even two needles were needed, Beitang Rongdu had already started to tremble slightly, his closed eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyebrows were furrowed, and a few groans came out of his throat, as if he wanted to struggle, Beitang Zun The more they saw each other, he immediately tightened his arms slowly, and tightly bound the boy's body, not letting him move. Seeing Beitang Rongdu's face showing pain, Shen Hanyan felt extremely reluctant in his heart, but he didn't give up at all. The only way is to press the boy's knees more tightly.

By the time of the sixth injection, Beitang Rongdu was already covered in cold sweat between his brows, his eyelids were closed, his thin, bloodless lips were slightly parted, and he could not stop humming vaguely, full of unspeakable pain. But he couldn't move at all, couldn't escape even a step, his forehead was dripping with sweat, soaking a few strands of his forehead hair, Beitang Zun looked at him more intently, his face was uncertain, suddenly But it softened again, then lowered his head, and coaxed softly in Beitang Rongdu's ear: "Good boy, it's fine, it's fine..."

Before he finished speaking, the corners of Beitang Rongdu's mouth suddenly began to ooze blood slowly, dripping down from the edge of his mouth and down his chin. Then he knew that this was actually a good thing, so he simply wiped the dark red with his sleeve, and then fastened Beitang Rongdu's body again. With a clean towel, he gently wiped away the overflowing blood for Beitang Rongdu.

Gradually, as the number of times the silver needle was stuck, Beitang Rongdu's voice began to become a little hoarse, and his body struggled unceasingly. Here, he lowered his head and comforted him softly in his ear, "Don't be afraid, Du'er, it's okay, Daddy is here..." The man said, looking at Beitang Rongdu's slightly twitching body and the continuous oozing. The sweat came, and the killing intent in the pupils was full, but the voice was surprisingly soft and warm, and the arms held the body of the son in his arms even harder.

Suddenly, after Beitang Rongdu groaned in pain, he opened his eyes. Beitang Zun was stunned for a moment, and then the bloodthirsty color in his eyes immediately faded away, his eyes immediately softened, and he stroked Beitang Rongdu with his right hand. With the other hand, he clasped Beitang Rongdu's wrist with his backhand, and said softly in a low voice: "Du'er..." As soon as he said this, his eyes suddenly flashed, and only then did he realize that Beitang Rongdu was actually Du wasn't really awake, he was still dazed and unconscious, but at this moment, Beitang Rongdu moaned unconsciously and indistinctly: "It hurts..." Beitang Zunyue paused, and then the two The sharp lines drawn by the thin lips were softened a lot. The hand pressed on Beitang Rongdu's shoulder gently stroked the smooth skin with his thumb. Although he knew that the other party couldn't hear him, he still went back and forth. Repeatedly and softly comforting: "...It's almost over, huh? Good boy..." The gentle and patient comfort is not sure whether it is comforting Beitang Rongdu who is suffering, or is it comfort myself.

The gloomy king was still holding the young man tightly, and the imperial doctor was also cautiously administering the needles. Apart from the groans of the wounded and the men's comforting voices, there was no sound in the hall... Shen Hanyan pressed Beitang Rong hard. Du's trembling legs, his back was already wet with sweat, and he didn't know whether it was because of exertion or anxiety or something else, he seemed a little confused looking at Beitang Zunyue who was wrinkling his brows tightly and coaxing softly on the other side. , and the young man in the man's arms, somehow, suddenly felt that he was excluded and far away from them without any reason-at this moment, it seemed that the father and son could no longer tolerate each other. down the others...

Time passed bit by bit. After a long time, when the last silver needle was finally pulled out from the flesh, the imperial doctor who applied the needle was already sweating. Beitang Zunyue looked at Beitang Rongdu who had calmed down in his arms. Seeing that the young man was sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of the water, his brows that had been tightly furrowed had been relaxed at this moment, his expression was wan, and his face was pale, so he carefully laid him flat on the couch again. Alright, then waved everyone away, leaving only a few imperial physicians standing by outside the door.

Standing in front of the couch, Beitang Zunyue gently stroked Beitang Rongdu's sweaty forehead hair with one hand. There was a little tenderness on his face, but in a blink of an eye, he was covered by a hostility and became ferocious. When he got serious, Beitang Zun turned around and sneered in a low voice, with an indescribable murderous look on his face, and said in a low voice: "...Say, what's going on."

At this time, the entourage who followed Beitang Rongdu to hunt in the outskirts of the city had already entered the hall, and knelt down on the ground. The leader heard Beitang Zun Yue's question, and hurriedly explained the whole story in detail, Bei Tang Zun became quieter Listening quietly, at the end, his face was as cold as ice, his expression was unpredictable, he couldn't see the slightest clue, he just said coldly: "... Get out." Before he finished speaking, all the followers trembled and walked on their knees backed out.

There were only father and son left in the hall. Beitang Zunyue leaned over and tenderly kissed Beitang Rongdu's cheek gently. His slender fingers stroked all the intact parts of the young man's body, and then pulled a thin clip. The quilt covered Beitang Rongdu's naked body.

Beitang Rongdu was lying on the bed, with his black hair spread out between the pillows, his lips were like two faded peach blossoms, his appearance was really pitiful and heartbreaking, and soon after the decoction was brought in, Beitang Zunyue picked up the medicine bowl , slowly poured the dark concoction inside for Beitang Rongdu, and finally, the man sat by the bed, gently stroked the young man's pale cheek, and whispered softly: "It's okay, it's okay... Du'er, Hurry up and get well for this king."

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During Beitang Rongdu's long coma, he would occasionally vaguely feel that someone was scrubbing, feeding, and feeding him. He didn't know whether it was an illusion. He only felt that the person's hands were warm and considerate, and his movements were gentle. It was like touching an expensive and fragile piece of porcelain. He tried to wake himself up in a trance, but exhaustion and weakness enveloped his whole body. After all, he was still immersed in this boundless darkness, in a daze.

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Three days later.

The night was as dark as black, and there were layers of brocade curtains hanging in the hall. There was no one there, except for the brightly lit candles in front of the bed. Beitang Rongdu was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, his body only loosely wrapped in a snow jacket. Dressed in colored gauze clothes, his face was painted with a layer of warm yellow under the light, making him look much more peaceful.

"Hmm..." After a long while, Beitang Rongdu seemed to frowned slightly, and let out a vague groan from his mouth, and his body also moved. I don't know how long it took, and one arm was slowly raised with some effort, and rested on it. On his forehead, Beitang Rongdu frowned, feeling a faint pain all over his body, especially his abdomen, which was even more painful, and his chest was also stiff. He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was sleeping on the bed, his body Underneath is the soft embroidery spread layer by layer. There is no one in the huge hall except himself. Beitang Rongdu touched his abdomen with his hand, and immediately touched the few cold pearls and jade rings on it. Lianzi seemed to be a decoration for the loincloth, he continued to grope carefully, and came across the thick bandage inside his clothes.

Beitang Rongdu let out a breath slowly, calmed down, half closed his eyes, and after a while, he called out: "Come here..."

The palace people outside heard the sound and rushed in, seeing that Beitang Rongdu woke up, they couldn't help but be overjoyed, someone went out to report the news immediately, after a while Shen Hanyan came in quickly from outside, followed by dozens of people, a few steps away Going over to the couch, holding Beitang Rongdu's hand, his eyes were full of worry, as if he had countless things to say, but after a while, he just whispered: "...Does your body hurt a lot? On the side, Xie and Song looked like they were about to cry, they were both happy and pleased, but they dared not speak. Beitang Rongdu saw that Shen Hanyan was wearing a thin middle coat and only wore it on the outside. Wearing a sapphire blue gown with drooping shoulders, it is obvious that they have already fallen asleep, even Xie and Song's dresses are slightly messy, and the black hair is not updo, it must be late at night, so I just said softly: "It's nothing serious, It's just a little uncomfortable..." Shen Hanyan felt distressed and pleased at the same time, let go of the hand holding Beitang Rongdu's fingertips, took a freshly twisted wet handkerchief from a palace man behind him, and gently covered it. Beitang Rongdu wiped his face, and said in a low voice: "It's not a big deal... Do you still want to scare people to death? You've been lying down for three days."

Beitang Rongdu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, smiled at him, and remained silent, but Meng Chunyuan behind Shen Hanyan grinned and said happily: "It's good that the son is fine, the young master can't eat these days For dinner... the imperial doctor said that after the son wakes up, he will have to heal his injuries for a long time." Beitang Rongdu smiled lightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm very hungry, get something to eat..." Shen Hanyan listened , as if waking up from a dream, he laughed at himself and said: "You were so happy that you forgot even this, you just woke up, you have to eat some food." Then, give orders, and order people to make something light and easy Let the stomach restrain things come, and seeing Beitang Rongdu wake up from a serious injury, fearing that more people would disturb him again, so he asked everyone else to retreat except himself.

After a while, the palace servants brought a cup of clear porridge and a few delicate side dishes. Shen Hanyan lifted Beitang Rongdu up very slowly, being careful not to touch his wound, and fed him. Beitang Rongdu leaned on the young man's shoulder , drank a bowl of porridge, and ate a few mouthfuls of vegetables, and then felt a little more comfortable. At this time, several imperial physicians had arrived at Yilan Palace to check the pulse of Beitang Rongdu. Beitang Rongdu was lying on the bed , I feel that not only the qi and blood are weak, but also suffered a serious trauma inside. I am afraid that without two or three months of intensive recuperation and treatment, I will not be able to truly recover. No end, it was a bit heavy, and the porridge I ate just now had sedative medicine, so my eyelids gradually became heavy.

Just when he was exhausted, he suddenly heard someone say: "... Du'er?" Beitang Rongdu paused, then opened his eyes to look at the entrance of the hall, and saw the bamboo curtain lifted, and a figure had strode in.