The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

After taking a bath, Hunjun exuded the scent of saponins, mixed with a touch of water vapor, and smelled fresh, like after the rain.

The maidservants picked up the palace lanterns, and Yin Wuzhi hugged Hunjun and walked back to the Tai Chi Hall along the corridor.

Following Jiang Wu's instructions, Yin Wuzhi placed him on the dragon couch, and pulled the quilt over his chest.

Perhaps it was because he had just finished soaking in the soup and his body was in a completely relaxed state. At this moment, the Hunjun looked a little harmless.

"Yin Aiqing."

Yin Wuzhi retracted the above sentence.

"Go get the medicinal oil and rub your hands for me."

"I won't."

"study."

Yin Wuzhi went to find Qi Hanmiao to get the medicinal oil.

While waiting for the other party to come back, Jiang Wu began to feel drowsy. He had been wandering for too long, and he had no idea of ​​time. He only vaguely felt that Yin Wuzhi seemed to have been gone for too long.

When he was about to fall asleep, there was finally a movement outside, Yin Wuzhi said to him: "Doctor Gu is here."

Jiang Wu drooped his eyelids, knowing that Yin Wuzhi definitely didn't want to deal with him, so he deliberately took advantage of the gap to get the medicine oil to invite the imperial physician, but he was sleepy right now, so he didn't bother to argue with him.

After saluting, Gu Yan came forward and asked, "Where is Your Majesty injured, can you show me?"

"hand."

Hunjun was surprisingly lazy, he groaned, but he didn't move his hands, so Gu Yan could only pull the quilt back and take out his hands.

When he was outside just now, Qi Hanmiao had already told him that Jiang Wu had a bump on his body, and Yin Wuzhi added casually beside him: "It's very serious."

At this moment, looking at the bruise on it, Gu Yan subconsciously looked at Yin Wuzhi, and said with his eyes: "?"

Yin Wuzhi's face remained unchanged, and he nodded to him: "It's here."

Gu Yan: "...it's quite serious."

He was only sent to serve the emperor last month, maybe because he is a medical practitioner, this injury is not a big deal in the eyes of others, but after all, he is the emperor in front of him, so it is normal to be delicate.

When Qi Hanmiao heard what he said, he immediately frowned: "The imperial physician is so skilled, let's see if I can get rid of it. Your Majesty's behavior is really distressing."

"How can I get rid of it in a while." Saying that, when Gu Yan looked at the injury again, he immediately felt that it was indeed quite serious, and it would seriously affect the view when it was placed on the emperor's white wrist. He said: "Rub some blood stasis first. Medicinal oil, take your time."

He examined the Ping'an pulse and confirmed that the emperor had no other symptoms, so he took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box he carried with him, and said: "This medicinal oil should be rubbed on the wound once a day, and it should be cured in seven days."

He deliberately said it for a long time. After all, the emperor is delicate and fleshy, and he is different from ordinary people. Others only need three to five days.

He raised his hand to signal Yin Wuzhi, but the latter said, "The imperial doctor will do it for me."

Gu Yan paused slightly.

Jiang Wu said lazily, "Gu Aiqing."

"The minister is here."

"He won't, you show me."

Gu Yan had no choice but to say: "Your Majesty, please be patient."

Since he wants to demonstrate, he must explain. He taught Yin Wuzhi earnestly: "First, pour the medicinal oil into the palm of your hand and rub it quickly to warm it up."

He said while moving, because he was responsible to the emperor, he said very carefully: "When you feel the palm is hot, you can press it on the wound. The patient may feel some pain, but the pain will be quickly dissipated by the temperature of the palm... ...Your Majesty, how do you feel?"

Jiang Wu: "Well... so comfortable."

His big eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and he said in a low voice, "Gu Aiqing's hands are so soft."

"It's the effect of the medicated oil. In order to prevent the rough palm from hurting the affected area, medicinal materials are added to soften the skin." Seeing that he was satisfied, Gu Yan felt relieved and continued: "Then, gently push the bruised area out like this. , the movement needs to be restrained, it will hurt the patient if it is too heavy, and it may not work if it is too light..."

The sound gradually disappeared.

Gu Yan's palm was red from rubbing heat, while Jiang Wu's wrist was very white and thin, like a piece of jade lotus root; the flesh glowed under the infiltration of medicinal oil, and was pushed out by his strong fingers. It's like a soft, springy rice cake just out of the cage.

Gu Yan looked at Gu Yan's palm, and Yin Wuzhi also looked at Gu Yan's palm.

Jiang Wu snorted, and every push and rub by the other party turned into enjoyment. He turned his head to look at Gu Yan's young face, and suddenly remembered that the other party saw the cut of his neck last time.

"True doctor Gu, save me again."

Gu Yan quietly helped him push the wound, and said in a gentle voice: "It is the duty of a minister to share your majesty's worries."

Jiang Wu glanced at Yin Wuzhi from the corner of his eye: "Yin Aiqing, have you learned it?"

Yin Wuzhi's eyelashes flickered.

"It just so happens that my calf is sore and swollen, so I will use this as a test to test you." Doctor Gu rubbed his wound back, but it revived him: "Use the technique that Gu Aiqing said just now to rub it for me." Bar."

Gu Yan looked slightly startled.

Is the emperor's move a favor or a humiliation?

He lowered his eyes, obviously feeling that the temperature of Prince Yin's whole body had dropped, but the emperor had his fate, so although he resisted all over his body, he still walked towards the end of the bed.

Five fingers lifted the quilt, and there was a slender calf hidden inside. Yin Wuzhi sat down beside his feet, picked up that leg and put it on his own.

Jiang Wu's legs were the same color as his arms, and Yin Wuzhi's hand pressed it, and the touch felt a bit like suet nephrite, warm and greasy.

The curve of his calf is very smooth and beautiful, and the abdomen of his calf is much fuller than his arm... If it is soaked in medicinal oil and pushed up, it will not be ripples, but white waves.

Jiang Wu kicked him: "What are you doing in a daze?"

Yin Wuzhi lowered his eyelashes, wrapped his five fingers around his calf, and squeezed it silently.

The belly of the legs was embedded between the fingers, and because the skin was elastic enough, it did not overflow, and because it did not overflow, it seemed that something was missing.

Jiang Wu kicked him again: "Be gentle."

Yin Wuzhi was originally a military commander, not a delicate person, so it was very difficult for him to find the right strength that could satisfy the Hunjun.

Tired of mourning.

Tired of kicking him again: "It's too light, itchy, can you know it?"

Gu Yan sighed, and kindly reminded Yin Wuzhi: "If Shizi is really not good at it, wrap your palms around your calf and squeeze it slowly, which can also relieve the pain."

This faint king has been paralyzed for a day, and there is no soreness that needs to be relieved.

Yin Wuzhi didn't say a word.

"That's all." Sangpi gave up and said humiliatingly, "Yin Wuzhi, you are such a fool."

Yin Wuzhi let go, his eyes piercing: "I am a subject, not a slave."

"Physician Gu is not a slave either."

"There is a specialization in surgery..." Gu Yan took the opportunity to change the subject: "Your Majesty, let me show you the wound on your neck, is it better?"

"Yeah." Having said that, his neck didn't move.

Gu Yan was silent for a moment, he had to be responsible for what he said, so he stretched out his hand, gently lifted the chin of the mourner, observed it carefully, then slowly withdrew his hand, and said in relief: "The scab is almost gone, Your Majesty Remember to apply the medicine on time so that there will be no scars."

"Okay." Jiang Wu obediently agreed, and Gu Yan lifted the medicine box with peace of mind, and said, "Your Majesty, rest early, and I will leave."

After Gu Yan left, Sangpi completely lost interest in Yin Wuzhi. He ordered the other party to put his legs under the quilt again, and said, "I'm going to sleep, you can go to the imperial study later and deal with the paperwork."

Finally got rid of this hot potato.Jiang Wu did read some memorials when he first came, and it was at that time that he understood how the emperor knew the affairs of the world in the palace, and he also understood what an "emperor" is.

It has a very complete and complex process.

The first is what the officials have heard and seen. They will also write in the memorial when they see which ministers have good personal relationships. Went to attend, what happened.

A lot of papers were submitted every day, and many people solemnly informed Dingnan Wang's family that his dog was lost.

Take this incident as an example. As the emperor, he had to extract the main points from the written documents of different people: Dingnan Wang's family dog ​​was lost.

Bold: It is the war dog who has been with Prince Dingnan's side all the time, and has been wounded and made meritorious deeds.

OK, here's the event.

Then, the emperor had to speculate on the words and tone of different people, so as to infer whether the official was a friend or an enemy of King Dingnan.

Of course, it may be difficult to distinguish from a mere memorandum, but if you sort out the fragmented information every day, you will find clues. How do officials treat people they don't like, and what do they do with people they have friendship with.Then, through the tone, wording and bias of these ministers' memorials, it is determined who is really loyal to the emperor and who has quietly started party struggles... so as to give effective measures. His reaction may be directly reflected in the distribution of official positions, and it is also related to Court checks and balances.

It sounds very simple, but all the information is not just a memorial, but also carefully distinguish their expressions and tone when they go to court, to determine whether they can match up with the people they know in writing. You have to call the palace one-on-one from time to time... There is no guarantee that you will win.

The above is just the tip of the iceberg of the emperor's daily brain. This is not a big event. This group of people may have different opinions. One is better than the other, and the reason is better than the other. Among the various suggestions, one can find a sure-fire decision that benefits the country and the people, and it may easily determine the life and death, food and clothing of the people of the whole country... If you make a mistake, you will be infamous forever...

what.

Anyway, Sangpi went through these things in his head and then completely lay down.

What kind of emperor, what kind of son of heaven, is not worthy of funeral approval.

Please let the funeral batch die.

After explaining this sentence, Jiang Wu's heart immediately relaxed a lot. Although he has never been nervous, he is more relaxed now.

But Yin Wuzhi couldn't understand.

As mentioned above, the memorial for the emperor contains the affairs of the world, so the faint emperor is not afraid that he will know some important military secrets?

After all, he was just a young son, and although he served in the Ministry of War, his qualifications were obviously not enough.

Could it be... to test his disobedience?

Yin Wuzhi said: "I'm not good at academics, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."

Jiang Wu didn't say a word.

As soon as this was more relaxing, he fell asleep.

It was cold and easy to sleep, and Jiang Wu slept very deeply this time.

The rain stopped and fell all night, and Jiang Wu was awakened by a soft call early in the next morning.

Qi Hanmiao's voice was very soft, but it sounded like a ghost calling continuously: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Jiang Wu felt desperate.

He really hates being woken up when he is asleep, especially in such a cold weather, a warm bed is the only attachment left in the world for the funeral batch.

Only it can give Sangpi irreplaceable happiness.

He snorted sadly: "Go away."

Qi Hanmiao sighed: "Your Majesty, it's time to go to court."

"Not today."

"...Your Majesty, you have only attended court three times this month with all your efforts." Both times you fell asleep on the dragon throne.Qi Hanmiao said: "Hundreds of officials are already waiting outside the hall. Look at the rain and cold today. There are many old officials here. Wouldn't it be a sin if they got sick?"

Jiang Wu was very sad: "You let them go back."

"...Everyone arrived at the end of Yinshi, and now it's halfway through Maoshi. Please do me a favor, Your Majesty, and meet them."

Jiang Wu was very sad: "The dragon is not in good health."

"Then, what's wrong, Your Majesty? The servant sent the imperial doctor to take a look?"

"...Yesterday." Jiang Wu frowned and said, "Yin Aiqing hurt me."

Qi Hanmiao: "..."

When he turned his head, Prince Yin's son, who hadn't slept all night, was sitting at the table expressionlessly, and a blue shadow could be seen in front of his eyes.

"Cough." Qi Hanmiao stepped forward, but before he could speak, Yin Wuzhi said grimly, "I can't fall in love."

This country does not belong to his Yin family.

Qi Hanmiao: "His Royal Highness has gone out to war since he was a child, and he is used to seeing the sufferings of the common people. If there is any delay in the court today..."

Yin Wuzhi: "."

"Dingnan King also arrived at Yinshi."

Yin Wuzhi glanced at the rain outside, thought of his father and teacher who were waiting under an umbrella, endured his anger, and strode to Jiang Wu's bedside, Leng Bangbang said: "Your Majesty, it's time to go to court."

"Do not……"

Yin Wuzhi reached out and grabbed him. Jiang Wu had never been treated so rudely since he came here. The pain of losing sleep made him suddenly twitch his shoulders.

Yin Wuzhi let go subconsciously, his pupils slightly dilated, "You..."

The mourning batch, who had always been silent yesterday, showed an extremely fragile side at this moment, full of grievances, like a child who lost sugar.

"Let me sleep again, 5 minutes..."