After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

The inner palace belongs to the imperial hospital.

The heavy snow all over the sky cut off a small medicine shed the size of a palm at the rear of the Tai Hospital.

When the imperial physicians on duty in the imperial hospital got up in the morning, they were all dispatched by imperial physician Ling Su Che to the gate of the city and in the barracks to search for medicine.

Nowadays, there are a lot of foreigners in Beijing, and under the mixed environment, epidemics are most likely to occur.

Therefore, we have to guard against it.

In the medicine hut, the "old genius doctor" Su Changru was wearing a crow blue robe with wide sleeves embroidered with white edges, sitting cross-legged in front of a short bamboo table, stroking his beard while watching a pot of boiling medicinal soup. Smoked his old face that was as unpredictable as a plank.

To say that he looks like an old fairy is somewhat far-fetched.

On the side, Su Che's little apprentice Pei Yiheng was grinding a few geckos with full beards and tails. He only waited for Su Che's order before filling this plate of medicine foam into the furnace of pills being refined.

Pei Yiheng is now 19 years old. He was selected by Su Che during the initial examination in the imperial hospital three years ago, and he stayed by his side as a half-disciple and half-subordinate to teach him.

Facts have proved that Miracle Doctor Su's vision is indeed good. In just three years, this young man named Pei Yiheng has been able to independently prescribe and diagnose diseases.

He is an upright young man with good medical knowledge. Many little court ladies and eunuchs who have no money to seek medical advice have received his favor.

Su Che shrugged his nose and sniffed the medicine, his experience told him that the time was ripe.He picked up a rough cloth and lifted the lid of the medicine jar on the stove, and said in a low voice, "Little Pei, let it go."

"Yes, Mr. Su." Pei Yiheng held the bowl of medicine, and put the powder of Shougong into the tumbling medicine juice.

The moment the medicine cover was put back in place, the cotton curtain outside the house was also lifted, and the cold wind blew the fire under the medicine jar.

Han Mochu walked in from the wind and snow, with two followers behind him, carrying a stretcher, on which lay a half-dead blood man.

"It's snowing so much outside, don't you know that someone will hold an umbrella for you? You'll know when the cold wind hits your body in the year when your ear is smooth." After seeing clearly that it was Han Mochu, Su Che jumped off the futon. He got up, lifted his shoes, jumped to the person's side and raised his hand to dust off the snow: "Xiao Pei, go make sugar ginger tea, don't put too much coarse sugar, he can't drink too sweet."

Han Mochu stretched out his sleeves, and let Su Che brush off the fine snow from his sable fur like an old man, before he pushed him to sit next to the stove.

The red stove steamed his whole body hot, and he just wanted to loosen the sable fur on his body, but he was stopped by someone: "Don't be greedy for the cold, let's talk about warming up, I saved persimmons, do you want to eat?"

"Didn't you give me the dried persimmons twice before? You didn't allow me and Your Majesty to eat more, and there are at least a dozen left." Han Mochu was forced to sit by the fire and calm down: Yes, I came here today to ask you to help me save someone."

"Come on, let's go, let me tell you that you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing! You never know how to miss you." Su Che glanced at the stretcher that Han Mochu brought, and resentfully closed the box where he kept the dried persimmons, and walked on his knees Moved to the side of the stretcher behind Han Mochu, skillfully rolled his eyelids and felt his pulse: "Tsk tsk tsk, the injury is really serious."

"If the injury is minor, I won't come to you." Han Mochu took the small bowl of ginger tea from Pei Yiheng's hand, and took a sip along the side of the bowl. The hot ginger tea burned his mouth and heart, which aroused him Sweating from the heart: "You just tell me, can you still be saved?"

"By your elder brother and my medical skills, not to mention the living dead, flesh and bones. As long as he is still panting, he can open his eyes and live again no matter what." Su Che took the pulse pillow and put the bloody man's head on the stretcher as a cushion Get up: "But this person, you want to be sober, or not sober."

"It's good for you to heal the trauma, he's not fit to live soberly." Han Mochu quietly undid the buckle of his sable fur, and pulled it off while Su Che wasn't paying attention.

"Hey, are you that hot? How old are you? You take off your clothes without looking at you!" Su Che curled his lips, wiped the blood stained on his hands, moved his buttocks and sat back in his original position: " It's rare for me to meet someone who is so completely crazy, so pure, and you still won't let me treat it."

"It's not easy for you to see madness? Just look for a village, where can't you find one or two stupid and crazy people?" Han Mochu proudly drank the ginger tea in his hand: "If you want to see this I'll send someone to find it with you in the future."

"What I want is a patient with a medical relationship, not a medical record." Su Che poured a cup of tea for himself, and greeted his little apprentice Pei Yiheng: "Xiao Pei, I will leave this person to you, fight for it." Let him wake up before tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Mr. Su." The young man nodded seriously, and began to rescue him according to Su Che's words.

Han Mochu looked from afar at Pei Yiheng who lowered his head to create for Cui Chongqing.The young man in front of him had red lips and white teeth, delicate features, few words, but there was always a childlike clarity in his voice.Han Mochu looked at it for a while, then raised his eyebrows and looked away: "Your apprentice is quite handsome. You think the medical knowledge is not bad. I will go to the Ministry of Officials to fill out my resume in the coming year. Wouldn't it be good to allow him to be a serious minister?"

"Him?" Su Che wiped the tea stained on his beard, quickly waved his hand and said, "He's still far from being a courtier, let's learn. When the time comes, I will naturally pass his resume to the official department of."

"Chang Ru, do you have something you want to hide from me?" Han Mochu was extremely keenly aware of the deep guilt hidden in Su Che's tone: "You've been acting strange recently."

"How can I hide something from you? You should worry about yourself. I see that your face is not very good. These days, you must remember not to be greedy. You are already busy at the end of the year. If you fall ill But trouble."

***

Su Miracle Physician observes people in a subtle way all the year round, and he really hits the nail on the head.

Han Mochu was really sick, the most common cold in winter.

The end of the year is the busiest two months for him and Gu Xiu. They not only have to do official ratings, but also check the accounts of the account department, and even ask about the situation of the border guards of the garrisons in various places. I don't care.

On the first day, the nose was stuffy and stagnant, and on the second day, phlegm surged up. On the third day, his body became hot, so he sent someone to the imperial hospital to ask for some prescriptions for wind and cold.

Su Che was scolded by the imperial physician.

Han Mochu's body has seldom been sick since he was a child, but once he is sick, it is difficult to get rid of the root cause. A cold can only last for ten days and half a month, but it is not good.

With the fact that he has a lot of official duties in his hands these days, he has to stay up all night. If people sleep less, his anger will be strong.

Once the liver fire is strong, the phlegm in the throat will not easily disappear, and if the phlegm persists, a low-grade fever will occur.

Nepeta, Fangfeng, Zhigancao and other medicines took five or six catties, but the wind and cold still seemed to have taken root in Han Mochu's body, and he couldn't be driven away or pushed away.

Su Che was so annoyed that he wanted to tie this man to the bed and sleep there for two days and two nights, if he didn't really dare.

***

Late at night, at the beginning of Haishi.

Han Mochu had a cloak draped over his body, half of his long hair, and the memorials in his hand were piled up like continuous mountains.

This is true for Han Mochu, and so is Gu Xiu. The memorials flying all over the place are thicker than the snowflakes in Bianjing.

The two monarchs and ministers each had a pot of refreshing strong tea and a small dish of extremely sour candied fruit by their hands.

Every sleepless night, the monarch and his ministers rely on these two magic weapons to survive.

"Prince Duan asked for an order to leave Beijing and go back to the feudal land a few years ago. Ziran thinks I'm sure or not?" Gu Xiu closed a book of memorials from the Lingnan region to calm the chaos and said to the person opposite: "The Lingnan region is a little Ping, if he goes back at this time, there is no guarantee that there will be no disaster."

"Where the disaster stays is the disaster." Han Mochu supported his chest to suppress the choking cough in his chest: "So it's better to put him back to a place where His Majesty can't see, and His Majesty can also wait quietly for enough to wipe out the roots." day."

"Zi Ran, go to sleep." Gu Xiu didn't seem to hear Han Mochu's answer, his ears were completely filled with the choking cough he endured: "Mr. Su said that Zi Ran needs to drink more and rest more, so that he can recover quickly from the cold. "

"Your Majesty knows, so I'll go to bed after reading it for two more hours, Your Majesty, don't worry." Han Mochu didn't raise his eyes, and picked up another memorial at hand.

Suddenly, a shadow covered the lamp in front of his eyes, and when he raised his eyebrows, he happened to bump into Gu Xiu who was pressing in front of him.

Gu Xiu's palm went behind his ear for some reason, and he twitched it lightly. His long black hair, like ink, instantly scattered all over his back. Eyebrows.

"Gu Yunchi, what are you doing?" Han Mochu pushed his long hair behind his ears, frowned and stretched out his hand: "Give it back to me."

"No." Gu Xiu raised his hand and raised the jade hairpin that was warm with tentacles.

"If Your Majesty continues to mess around like this, I will really be angry." Han Mochu stretched out his hand to grab nothing, but Gu Xiu who was opposite him grabbed his wrist.

Immediately afterwards, a tug-of-war against a hosta started.

Han Mochu, who had a low fever, was only half as strong as before. After a few rounds, instead of snatching back the hairpin, his whole body was dragged into the arms of Gu Xiu, the wolf cub, and he was strangled so tightly that he couldn't move.

"Your Majesty, stop making trouble. If you keep making trouble for a while, you really don't want to sleep tonight." Han Mochu leaned against Gu Xiu's arms, panting heavily, "I promise you, why don't you go to bed an hour earlier today?"

"Master." Gu Xiu hugged his body, and the fiery breath was gushing in his ears: "Actually, if you want to cure the wind and cold, you only need to be born with hot sweat. Why don't I sweat with you and wait for you?" When you feel better, read these documents again."

Han Mochu had a low-grade fever at this time, and just now he was entangled with others in a hurry, the back of his head became heavier, and his sore and swollen limbs seemed not to be his own.Gu Xiu's strength was enormous, his arms were as hard as iron, but right now he didn't even have the strength to bite him hard.

"Yunchi can't do it, the wind and cold is a seasonal illness, you will get sick if you get too close."

A wounded fox falls into a hunter's trap, and all he can do is to give in and maybe have a chance.

"It's okay, Ziran and I have been facing each other for so long day and night, don't I have no signs of getting sick?" Gu Xiu opened Han Mochu's slightly parted lips due to nasal congestion, and even the tip of his tongue was burning when he was suffering from a low fever. of.He deliberately slowed down, without aggression, and without putting pressure on the person, slowly substituting the other party into an intimate emotion.

After getting along with each other for several years, Gu Xiu's kissing skills have become more perfect than his marksmanship.

With a deep kiss like the clear water of a spring pool, he actually aroused the emotions that fit Han Mochu, a man who was ill and depressed.

Han Mochu simply closed his eyes, and he didn't care when his robe was ripped off or when he was carried onto the bed.

With his hair loose, he gave up all resistance, enjoyed himself to the fullest, and completely handed himself over to the other party.

His clear mind was gradually withdrawn from his brain, and the low-grade fever caused the skin on his entire body to be flooded with an unusually beautiful pink.In his hazy consciousness, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, and the hammock he slept on Baiming Mountain when he was a child, also felt like swinging around.

He even forgot that he had grown up and reached the peak of being a minister.

His back was drenched in sweat, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

It came out together with hot sweat, and the strength all over his body.He wanted to turn over, but his body was firmly held down by a mountain.

He couldn't push it, so he could only straighten his body, tightly grasping the two arms of the mountain.

"Zi Ran." After the peak, Gu Xiu subdued his burning heart, kissed the earlobe of the person in his arms and asked, "Do you still want to read the booklet?"

"No." Han Mochu shook his head very slightly, subconsciously shrunk himself into the bed, and fell asleep within a short time.

Gu Xiu put on his clothes and went to the ground, asked for a basin of clean water, wiped it with Han Mochu from head to toe, and changed into a softer silk brocade clothes.

Han Mochu is so clean, he must not be able to sleep well with his body covered in hot sweat.

In order to prevent Han Mochu from catching cold for the second time, Gu Xiu wrapped him into a curly shrimp with a quilt, wrapped his arms around him, and slowly patted him on the back: "Sleep, little fox sleeps obediently."

It's rare to see Han Mochu's sleepy face. With his eyes closed tightly, he lives up to his previous killing strategy, but he looks a bit like Xiao Yucheng who is having a sweet dream.

Relieved, at ease.

The long hair, which was always scrupulously combed, was scattered, and the fragments of hair stuck to his handsome and fair cheeks. The thin lips were half-opened and half-closed as if seeking a kiss, and the slender eyelashes hung down on the eyelids like a fan.

Han Mochu's facial features are extremely beautiful, with a natural smiling face.

Gentle and refreshing, like Zhilan Yushu.

It's hard to imagine that such a clean and tidy person could mount a horse with a knife and fight bloody battles with the enemy for days and nights without getting tired.

Through this sleeping face, Gu Xiu seems to have seen Han Mochu when he was a teenager.

Mr. Yi'an, who became famous at a young age, should be the person that many boudoir daughters want.

Gu Xiu involuntarily kissed and kissed Han Mochu's brow and eyes, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at more than half of the unreviewed memorials on the table.

All of a sudden, I understood those ancient and faint kings who wanted beauties but not mountains and rivers.

As the saying goes: a husband has a beauty, enough to move people

***

The next morning, Han Mochu rarely woke up very early.

The heavy nasal congestion has mostly healed, and the swelling and pain in the throat have almost disappeared.

He lightly rubbed his eyes, and saw Gu Xiu lying on the dragon table in a light sleep.

I secretly thought: So these things really have the effect of curing diseases.

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