Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

In summer, the wind and rain are erratic, and I like to change faces. It often rains heavily in the middle of the night, and it clears up after dawn.

Doctor Li used acupuncture, while Doctor Sun and Doctor Qian used medication, so Fu Liang had to drink two servings of unpalatable traditional Chinese medicine every meal, and then had to accept silver needles from Doctor Li. His handsome face was pierced like a hedgehog.

In the open space in the courtyard in front of the bedroom door, two medicine boys were conscientiously guarding the medicine stove, holding a small cattail fan and fanning it non-stop. Not scattered.

After another seven days, Fu Liang's eyes not only did not improve, but he also felt obvious deterioration. When he was first poisoned, he could still see some blurred shadows, but now he is completely blind.

The one-month deadline given by the emperor was getting closer and closer, and the most respected and gray-haired imperial doctor Zhao finally led his apprentices into the vermilion gate of King Ning's Mansion.

Different from the relatively monotonous treatment methods of the previous three imperial physicians, Imperial Physician Zhao used a combination of moxibustion and medicinal diet. Fu Liang silently accepted various methods imposed on him by the imperial physicians, and was tossed by them in turn every day. The flowers and plants were almost wilted by the soaring smell of medicine, but his eyes remained indifferent.

Seeing that it was almost a month soon, the moods of the imperial physicians became more and more depressed one by one, and non-drug treatments such as cupping, massage, and qigong had all been used on Fu Liang several times.

Still, useless.

One evening, Imperial Physician Zhao extinguished the wormwood in his hand. He looked solemn and asked in a bad tone: "Your Highness, do your eyes feel?"

Fu Liang was already tired of saying "no", so he just shook his head.

Imperial Physician Zhao sighed heavily, packed the medicine box and said, "Probably God's will, I am really helpless, one month is still too short."

"Since it is God's will, then I will accept my fate." Fu Liang sat by the bed, smiling helplessly.

Doctor Zhao has always been grumpy and likes to go straight. He looked at Fu Liang with an indifferent look, and before he left, he did not forget to sneer and say: "Your Highness, since you also think it is God's will, why don't you pray to God and Buddha more, and do more good deeds. The old man sees that you may have done a lot of immoral things in your daily life, which is why you have suffered this calamity."

"Uh..." Fu Liang's smile froze in embarrassment, and he replied kindly, "Thank you for the reminder from Imperial Physician Zhao, I will definitely go to the temple to burn incense from tomorrow..."

The second half of his unspoken words were "Bless the doctor Zhao, you will live and learn, so that you will not be inferior to others in the future and become a magic stick who only knows how to make patients beg Bodhisattva."

Physician Zhao left with a flick of his sleeves, followed by his disciple with the medicine box on his shoulder.

Qin Mu stopped him under the porch, with a malicious smile: "Prince Zhao, I have a headache recently, can I trouble you to prescribe a prescription for me?"

Physician Zhao was not used to the behavior of the shadow guard who did all kinds of bad things, so he snorted dissatisfiedly before going back into the room, took out a pen and paper from the medicine box, and lay down beside the round table to prescribe a prescription.

Qin Mu pretended to be curious and squeezed between the young apprentice and Imperial Physician Zhao, trying to read the prescriptions of Imperial Physician Zhao, while stealing the small yellow medicine bottle from the medicine box without anyone noticing.

Yesterday, he made a special trip to ask Dr. Zhao about the contents of the medicine box, and learned that this small yellow medicine bottle contained medicinal powder made of datura flowers. Taking a small amount can improve sleep, but taking too much may cause poisoning and hallucinating.

Qin Mu's idea is very simple. Tonight, after killing Fu Liang, he pretended to commit suicide, and then left the medicine bottle beside Fu Liang, so that the queen mother and the emperor mistakenly thought that Fu Liang had hallucinations after taking the medicine and stabbed himself to death. ... In this way, Imperial Physician Zhao is naturally inseparable.

Qin Mu can easily deal with two annoying people at once.

Of course, the Empress Dowager could not be so stupid as not to doubt him, but he was going to point the finger at Imperial Doctor Zhao and leave Prince Ning's Mansion and Bianliang with oil on his feet.

After midnight, only the sound of insects and rustling could be heard in the courtyard. The heat in the wind dissipated a lot compared to the daytime. At night, it was very quiet, and even a sneeze would feel earth-shattering.

Qin Mu's room was the side room next to Fu Liang's bedroom. He guessed that the timing was almost up, so he opened the door and walked out, with his hands behind his back and a long sword in his right hand, and came to Fu Liang's room in a suave manner.

He listened carefully to the movement, the bedroom was very quiet, he thought for a while and gently opened the door, and tiptoed in.

The sedative incense in the room was almost burnt out. He once mixed the medicinal powder of Datura into the sedative incense, but the smell was faint.

When his vision was not clear, Qin Mu habitually held his breath and calmly approached Ba Bu's bed step by step.

He cautiously opened the bed curtain with the sword in his right hand, and saw Fu Liang sitting on the head of the bed in a daze. Qin Mu's heart skipped a beat. His left index finger bent slightly, and slowly touched his face. Immediately there was water on the knuckles.

No, not water... tears.

Qin Mu was shocked suddenly, his heart hit his chest fiercely, and Fu Liang's tears again far exceeded his prediction, which made him feel too unbelievable.

Qin Mu hurriedly lit the candlesticks in the room. He came back with the candlesticks in hand, first hung the bed curtain on the curtain hook, and then sat on the side of the bed.

Under the light of the candlelight, Fu Liang didn't look like a blind man at all, his eyes were full of dancing flames, just like the brightest star in the night sky.

"Your Highness, why are you crying?"

Qin Mu asked softly, he didn't realize how gentle his voice was, and he didn't even realize that his voice was trembling slightly.

However, it was impossible for Fu Liang, who was in a hallucination, to hear his words. Fu Liang shed tears silently, and answered the wrong question: "I just hope you don't make the same mistakes again and again, stop, my life can be given to you at any time, but I don't want you to be doomed, your future is still very long, you still have a chance, you deserve light and happiness... I am sorry for you..."

"Who is he talking to? Who wants his life? Who deserves happiness? Who is he wronging?"

A series of questions flashed through Qin Mu's mind. He knew that Fu Liang couldn't be talking to him, but he also felt affectionately that it was appropriate for him to say this.

No one has ever been willing to use their lives to tell him that he is worthy of happiness...

Now, his future is beyond redemption...

Fu Liang smiled sadly: "One day, I will find you again, whether you are a devil or an abyss, in my heart you are my only tenderness, the only person I am willing to protect and love with my life, no matter what you believe Do not believe."

Hearing this, Qin Mu suddenly remembered the day when he and Fu Liang went to Qingshan Pavilion, and Yu Jun could see at a glance that Fu Liang's depression was caused by love.

If so, who would it be?

Qin Mu frowned and couldn't figure it out. His slightly cool right index finger raised Fu Liang's chin: "Your Highness, don't you do a lot of evil? Why are you so affectionate now?"