Si Tian Guan

The two played fast chess. In the first game, Emperor Yu conceded a piece, and in the end it was a draw. In the second game, no matter how much Liu Chongming begged, Emperor Yu didn't concede. Liu Chongming still lost in the end.

This round was in the midst of a replay, when a thin voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Ling Shaoqing is begging to see you."

The voice of Piandian has gradually become hoarse since the second round, until it was so weak that it was almost inaudible. Even Emperor Yu was a little restless, and looked out of the door distractedly from time to time.

Yu Dexi went there twice, but before he even entered the door, he took Ling He's hard nails and was driven back.

Hearing Bo Yan's voice at this moment, it didn't even mean that Dexi had opened his mouth, so Emperor Yu hurriedly said, "Come in."

Liu Chongming lowered his head and put away the black and white pieces on the chessboard unhurriedly. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Ling He entered the door, still as indifferent as when he went, holding the file, like an old-fashioned master in a school.

Emperor Yu took the dossier from Dexi, his hands trembling, he turned over the dossier a few times but couldn't open it, his gaze was still outside the door.

"What was the result?"

Ling He bowed calmly, and said: "Everything the emperor asked his ministers to ask, they all responded, and Qu Sitian's answers were recorded truthfully. To prevent mistakes, he asked twice, and only halfway through the third time. Just passed out."

"Dizzy?" Emperor Yu's usually calm expression was rarely disturbed.

"It's also the first time for me to use Bihongzi. I used a bottle, and the medicine is a bit strong. After Qu Sitian fainted, I asked someone to wake me up once, and I only asked two more questions," Ling He asked: " Please tell the emperor whether you want to continue to take medicine."

"Where are people?" Emperor Yu asked hurriedly.

Bo Yan went out, and after a while, he called soldiers to bring in a man and put him on the ground.

The sandalwood gold woven clothes were taken off long before the torture, leaving only the middle clothes. The white clothes and black hair were all wet, and the human face was as white as paper, without any blood color, as if lifeless.

Emperor Yu straightened up suddenly, not even caring that the file on his lap slipped to the ground.

"How could this be?"

Ling He replied: "Back to the emperor, Commander Bo felt his pulse just now, and said that Qu Sitian's breath is weak, presumably because his body is weak and cannot bear the severe punishment. I am afraid that if you don't treat him, he may not last long. Come and report to the emperor."

"Yu Dexi! Why are you still standing there!" Emperor Yu roared: "Chuan Yuche! Send him back! Quickly pass on the imperial physician! Quickly pass on the imperial physician!"

Yu Dexi didn't dare to delay, so he trotted all the way, beckoning the palace servants to lightly lift Qu Shenzhou into the carriage, and send him out the door.

Ling He watched the group walk away before he said, "Your Majesty, the three princes have already left."

According to the emperor's order, when he and Bo Yan took Qu Shenzhou to the side hall for interrogation, the three princes listened through the screen, with Rong Jiu'an as their companion.

After they left the palace, it was time for Rong Jiuan to talk back and forth.

But Emperor Yu didn't seem to hear Ling He's words, he just stared at Liu Chongming, and asked sharply, "Chongming! How could this happen?"

Liu Chongming covered the chess basket, got up and stood aside: "Go back to the emperor, take Bi Hongzi, even a god, you have to confess. But Ling Shaoqing only used one bottle..."

"Didn't I ask you this!" Emperor Yu suddenly took a few questions: "How did he become like this! Didn't you say that apart from some pain, there will be nothing else?"

"When Qu Chenzhou was in the hands of the minister, he also suffered from the whip and the soldering iron, but he was not so expensive. Now he is pretending, just to win the emperor's mercy." Liu Chongming sneered: "Others are so cheap, so I don't believe it." he……"

A slap fell heavily on his face, causing him to stagger a few steps, before he had time to hold on to the table, he fell down the steps, gritted his teeth in pain, but didn't dare to speak out.

"Liu Chongming! He is now my Sitian official! If you dare to think about him in the future, don't blame me for not caring about your father!"

The robe fluttered past his cheeks like the wind, Liu Chongming watched the shadow elongated by the sun disappear from sight, and then lightly touched his burning cheek.

The crutch leaning against the chair was handed over, he took it, stood up with support, glanced at Ling He's appreciating gaze, and silently crossed the threshold.

"The son's legs and feet are not flexible, and the next official will send the son off."

Ling He followed closely behind as if he didn't know what to do, and went down the steps, and said softly with no expression on his face: "I've changed the medicine, don't worry."

Liu Chongming hummed, the injury was on his right foot, and it was even more difficult when going down the stairs. After going down a few steps, he stood holding on to the railing.

"Still leaving?" He looked back at Ling He.

Since Ling He didn't say much, even if there were no accidents in all the plans, he wanted to be alone now.

"My little tricks probably won't hide from Bo Yan's eyes." Ling He looked ahead and asked calmly, "I'm curious how you managed to handle him."

"Everyone wants something." Liu Chongming replied simply.

No one is a child anymore, he can be satisfied with a piece of candy, and he will not naively think that a mere dagger and a junior who has never met can impress Bo Yan.

Fortunately, it was obvious what Bo Yan wanted—no one wanted to be a deputy forever.

Ling He didn't ask any further questions, Zhi nodded, and glanced at his legs: "You really are willing, what he said is what it is?"

"What he says is what he says."

Liu Chongming breathed a sigh of relief. When he rolled off the horse, he was so tired that he didn't want to struggle for a moment, thinking that he could simply pretend that he couldn't dodge in time, and let the horse's hoof step on his chest directly.

But there are people who need him.

"Even if he wants my life, I'm willing to give it."

It was inconvenient for the two of them to say anything more in the palace, so Ling He cupped his hands and left first.

He watched Ling He walk away, and then he smiled bitterly and said to himself: "It's a pity that I am willing to give it, and he doesn't want it too much."

Qu Chenzhou closed his eyes and remained motionless. The person who carried him lightly, as if he was holding a piece of cracked porcelain, slowly laid him flat on the bed.

It was dark before the eyes, and the curtain was drawn down.

There were many footsteps outside, hurriedly running up the steps, and then someone reached in, lifted his hand out, put it on the velvet cushion, and rested his four fingers on his wrist.

Not long after, another hand was used to feel his pulse.

He was itchy from those fingers, but he didn't dare to move. He only felt that his throat was extremely thirsty and his ribs were so painful.

When he was tied to the beams and pillars of the side hall, he saw the bottle of Bi Hongzi slipped into Ling He's sleeve.

What Ling He poured into him was unknown, it was hot in the mouth, he was sweating profusely within a few breaths, he felt a tingling sensation in his lower abdomen, and he was a little dizzy.

He didn't need to look in the mirror, he also knew that his face must be frighteningly pale at this moment.

Afterwards, all he had to do was scream, he knew better than anyone what happened to Bi Hongzi when he had an attack, and the instructions were clearly written on the butter paper.

But even though it's been so many years since he's acted on every occasion, this is the first time he's facing someone who knows everything like Ling He, and it's kind of funny to think about it.

He was distracted for a moment, as if his expression was not good enough, so Ling He stabbed him in the ribs with a stroke.

The pen was so sharp and hard that he almost couldn't breathe.

"Qu Sitian," Ling He asked indifferently, "I'll ask again, have you ever given divination to the crown prince?"

In the following time, he was poked seven or eight times in the same place by Ling He, almost tearing up in pain, and he even wondered if Ling He was taking the opportunity to retaliate.

There was no one outside the curtain to check his pulse in turn, and the sound of small discussions came rustling.

"Tonic... Physical weakness..."

"Weak Qi...do not make up for it...Danggui and deer..."

"Needle..."

Finally, I heard someone say: "The teacher happened to be...asking the teacher..."

All the voices began to fade away, which made Qu Shenzhou a little panicked.

His life was indeed hard. Back then, he boiled three bottles of Bihongzi, and the emperor ordered people to fill him with tonics day and night, which also restored his life.

So even if the imperial doctor was afraid of curing him, and used the most cautious nourishing decoction, he could recover smoothly.

But he didn't know what kind of pulse condition Chongming's medicine would produce, and he didn't expect the "teachers" of these imperial physicians to be there.

If an old doctor with excellent medical skills sees something wrong...

After a while, there were indeed slow footsteps coming up the stairs step by step, as if surrounded by the imperial physicians just now, calling "teacher" softly one after another, analyzing the pulse in a hurry.

Qu Chenzhou's heart rose to his throat as the footsteps approached.

When that hand held him, he almost couldn't help pulling it back, but he didn't expect that the "teacher" thoughtfully put his hand back into the curtain, and then caught his pulse.

Qu Chenzhou took a peek at it, and it was obviously an old man's hand, perhaps because he practiced medicine all the year round and was good at recuperating, the wrinkles were not obvious, and it was also very warm.

For some reason, he felt familiar, and the feeling of being held by this hand seemed familiar.

The hand held on for a while, and suddenly it pinched hard on his tiger's jaw. He was caught off guard and groaned in pain.

Outside the curtain, an old man spoke in a calm and steady manner, instructing the imperial physicians.

"Listen, when I followed the spiritual path, he had a reaction. This is bone and muscle paralysis."

"In addition, he has qi stagnation and blood stasis, blood flow is not smooth, qi is not in harmony with blood, blood is not qi, and he can't make a big tonic. Now I write a prescription and ask the pharmacy to decoct it three times a day."

"His life is not in danger, you all go back, I will give him a needle first, and I will send someone over to take a look after two hours."

When he heard this person say the first sentence, Qu Shenzhou's hands trembled and he almost jumped off the bed.

The sound of footsteps outside gradually receded, the man washed his hands, lifted half of the curtain, handed him a glass of water, watched him drink it in one gulp, and then ordered: "Lie down!"

Finally, some sound came out of his thirsty throat, Qu Chenzhou lay down obediently, and called out softly: "Doctor Qin..."

The old doctor took out the silver needle and sat on the edge of the bed. The needle landed on the neck and it didn't hurt.

Qu Chenzhou hesitated for a moment before asking softly, "Why did you come to the palace?"

"The old man used to walk in the palace. These incompetent people in the Taiyuan Hospital are my students."

"It's a pity that the palace is not suitable for an old man like me... The old man asked the emperor's favor to leave the palace. Because of some things in the early years, he got the Liu family's favor and stayed in the Hou's mansion. Later, he went to another courtyard with the prince."

Doctor Qin took a few stitches before he pulled his wrist and probed carefully.

"Missy is pregnant now, and what happened last year happened again. Liu Hou was worried, so he told the emperor to ask the old man to come and ask Missy for pulse in a few days."

Today's day was such a coincidence that Qu Chenzhou could already figure it out when he heard Doctor Qin's voice.

He turned his face to the inside, so that Dr. Qin could not see his uncontrollable expression.

"The body is well maintained, and I still know how to cherish myself. Today's medicine was forced by the prince and rushed out. It is not a good medicine, otherwise it is not easy to hide those who are not effective."

A porcelain bottle was thrown on him.

"The medicine in the bottle, one pill a day, you'll be fine after taking it."

Doctor Qin looked at the window, took the silver needle, and started packing the medicine box.

"Don't get up for four or five days. Someone will bring the soup and medicine, and you will drink it. There is something soothing in it, so you can have a good sleep."

Seeing him pack up the medicine box and leave, Qu Chenzhou suddenly turned over and sat up: "Doctor Qin!"

Doctor Qin stood still and waited patiently, but he didn't wait for a long time for him to speak.

"You two," Doctor Qin pointed at him tremblingly, "I've lived most of my life, and I've never met you who are so uneasy. Forget it, just rest."

"Doctor Qin!" Qu Chenzhou finally asked that sentence: "My son...how is he recently..."

Doctor Qin hummed, and nodded: "The prince said, if you ask, just say that he is doing well."

He glanced at the stunned person sitting on the bed, put the medicine box on his back and left, muttering to himself.

"Hiding diseases and avoiding doctors...it's a bad idea."

The author has something to say: don’t worry, there will be no abuse if I say it, every time Shen Zhou falls, someone will catch him, and I won’t let him sacrifice himself again