Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 112 Pillow Wind

A re-investigation of an old case is like digging out a stone that has sunk in the water, and soon caused waves in Beijing.

Yan Ming heard that his friend was imprisoned for the second time. Although he was not a murderer, he was more dangerous than last time. Immediately, as if stepping on charcoal fire, he rushed to Taiping Temple non-stop, and asked Shen Hanshan for help to rescue him. His hapless apprentice.

Shen Hanshan took a sip of tea slowly, his eyes leisurely pierced through the curling mist in front of his eyes, and fell on Yan Ming's burning face.

"The old man is just an imperial physician, so what can he say?"

Hearing this familiar phrase, Yan Ming couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat, but his mind still couldn't keep up with his own mood, so he had to humbly ask for advice: "Then, doctor, who do you need to be able to speak?"

Shen Hanshan said leisurely: "Who can speak, naturally depends on who the listener is willing to listen to."

Yan Ming was instructed by his words, and his heart suddenly brightened: "I understand, I will do it right away! Thank you doctor for your advice."

After finishing speaking, he made a bow to Shen Hanshan, and left without touching his feet.

After he left, Li Jing came out from behind the screen.

"With the help of Imperial Physician Yan, the East Palace should be able to relax."

Shen Hanshan nodded, and said in a calm tone: "Yan Ming has been in and out of the East Palace with Dr. Chen for a long time. Naturally, his every move will not attract attention. On the contrary, it is much safer than you doing it yourself. As for Tianhou..."

Li Jing took over the words: "The crown prince can tolerate Master, but the Queen of Heaven cannot. As long as Master lives for a day, it will be a threat to the Queen of Heaven. She will never allow a person who knows too many secrets to live in this world."

"So..." His tone changed suddenly, like a sharp knife coming out of its sheath, with a lingering sound, "The only way is to put it to death and seek to survive."

-

In the East Palace tonight, the lights are shining brightly, and the shadows of candles are dimming.

"Your Highness, why is it so lively today?" Zhao Daosheng said softly in Li Xian's arms, "Even Liu Rengui and Mr. Liu came in person. What happened?"

Li Xian smiled and tugged at his ears: "You little bastard, you have good ears."

Zhao Daosheng pretended to evade, wriggling in his arms: "Your Highness, just tell Daosheng, if there is any good thing, let Daosheng be happy."

Li Xian was so teased by him that he pressed the person under him with his backhand, removed his clothes two or three times, and said with a smile: "If you serve well, I will tell you that it is not good to serve him." ..."

Zhao Daosheng made a puddle of spring water, which almost melted into Li Xian's body. His eyes were as charming as silk, and he was so coquettish. Li Xian loved him so much that he wished he could crush him in his arms. How could he care about it? If you are flirting, quickly press the person under you and get straight to the point.

The two of them crossed Wushan Mountain in numbers before stopping to catch their breath.

Zhao Daosheng snuggled into Li Xian's arms crookedly, stroking a small scar like a full moon on his chest with his fingers, and asked softly: "Your Highness has a precious body, why was someone hurt here?"

Li Xianxin held his restless fingers and said casually: "This is not the injury of being injured, but the scar left by being rescued by others."

Zhao Daosheng's eyes rolled and he understood: "I heard that when you were King Pei, you suffered from chest pain. It was an imperial doctor who invented a method of entraining qi from bamboo joints, which saved your life. Life, is it that time?"

Bringing up the old story again, Li Xian couldn't help but think of the crisis of narrow escape. If Zhang Qiren and Wu Yi hadn't tried their best to rescue them and came up with such a shocking way, his life would have been long before honoring the emperor to meet the king of hell. How can it be his turn to sit on the throne of the prince.

That's all for Zhang Qiren, the fact that he murdered and respected the emperor is enough to make him gnash his teeth with hatred, and he cannot forgive him for the rest of his life.

As for Wu Yi...he has always had a respect for him, not only for the kindness of saving his life back then, but also for the care he took for Brother Hong.

This incident happened suddenly, and Zhang Wenguan acted suddenly without his signal, overturning the old case. Presumably, he also considered his personal relationship with Wu Yi, so he cut it first and played it later, which caught him by surprise.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhao Daosheng took the opportunity to say: "Actually, I have heard people say today that the former Wu imperial doctor is now being interrogated in the prison of Dali Temple for the murder of General Zhenwu. Presumably Liu The eunuch came here in person for this purpose, right?"

Li Xian couldn't help but smirked, but the smile in his eyes slowly faded: "I said why are you so enthusiastic today, so you are here as a lobbyist for someone else."

Zhao Daosheng couldn't help being wronged and said: "I'm not doing it for others, but for Your Highness."

Hearing his words, Li Xian was surprised: "Oh, tell me why."

Zhao Daosheng smiled and said: "Prince Wu is your savior. The ancients often say that you wear grass and tie rings. Even ordinary people know that you must repay your kindness, not to mention that you are the prince and a role model for all people in the world? "

Li Xian couldn't help but sighed: "If it was an ordinary case, of course I would try to rescue him, but this case has a lot to do with it, and I am not the only one who has the final say."

Zhao Daosheng's words, he might not have thought about it, but if he wants to play against his hard-hearted queen mother, he must abandon the kindness of a woman, otherwise he will only end up in the same end as his brother.

"That's why I said it was Your Highness." Zhao Daosheng quietly looked at his face, and saw that he was normal, so he continued with confidence, "Scars can be hidden in clothes, but reputation cannot be cut off by palace walls Inside, Mr. Liu and Mr. Zhang only cared about the disputes between the party members, but they didn't care about His Highness's reputation. Then, when His Highness is in danger again, who would dare to risk their lives to save them? Forgive me and bluntly say that it is for the sake of the big. Unwise."

Zhao Daosheng's words, on the surface, advised him to cherish his reputation, but secretly accused Zhang Wenguan of acting recklessly and not taking Li Xian seriously.

Hearing this, Li Xian couldn't help but feel a thorn in his heart, as if the scar on his palm had been uncovered again, revealing the hidden worries hidden in his heart.

In fact, he himself is very clear, whether it is Liu Rengui or Zhang Wenguan, what they support is not himself, but the Li family's imperial power that he represents.

Therefore, as long as there is a chance to defeat the Queen of Heaven who controls the regime and appoints foreign relatives, let alone a small medical officer, even Li Xian's own reputation can be sacrificed at any time.

He could understand the thoughts of this group of senior ministers, but it was inevitable that he felt a little uncomfortable.

This palace is the crown prince of a country, the future emperor, the power taken back from the Wu clan, should be handed over to him one by one.

However, this group of old ministers had no respect, beheaded first and played later, completely treating themselves, the prince, as a puppet.

Is it possible that when I ascend the throne as a great treasure in the future, I still have to decide everything in the hands of these ministers?

How is that different from today's situation where they are involved in politics and their relatives are in power?

Thinking of this, Li Xian couldn't help frowning deeply.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Daosheng knew that the wind from his pillow had blown to Li Xian's heart, so he shut his mouth properly, leaned on his chest, and showed a docile smile.

"It's late at night, Your Highness should go to bed early."

After all, I blew out the lights, and the room was filled with darkness.

-

When the East Palace finally fell into a deep sleep, the other side of the Daming Palace, the Ganlu Hall where the Queen of Heaven was, was still brightly lit.

Wang Fulai stood at the door with a smile, stretched out the dust whisk in his hand, and stopped the girl who wanted to go in: "Your Majesty said, since you have become a monk, you should practice hard in the Taiping Temple and stop worrying about trivial matters."

"Get out of the way." Wang Fulai, an old man like Wang Fulai, couldn't stop Taiping, he pushed the person away, and went straight into the hall.

"Mother." She knelt down in front of Tianhou with a bang, with a determined look on her face, "Daughter has something to do, and I must ask mother to agree."

Tianhou had heard the noise outside, and at this moment she lowered her head to revise the memorial, without raising her head: "If someone came to plead for mercy, mother will not agree this time."

"Mother, I have come to beg you, but I am not here to beg for mercy."

Only then did the queen stop the ink brush in her hand, and looked up at her daughter, who had never been worry-free, and saw that a few traces of frost and night dew had condensed on the ends of her hair, and she couldn't help feeling a little distressed in her heart, but her face remained firm. Moving, the coldness remained the same: "Then what are you begging me for?"

Taiping knelt down in front of his mother with his back straight, the dew from his hair dripped onto his forehead like a thick sweat.

"Daughter, I beg you, grant Imperial Physician Wu a safe death."

"Oh?" Tianhou couldn't help being a little surprised when she heard the words, "I remember you once wanted to beg him with me, why are you going to kill him now?"

The east wind blows in through the window, blowing the quietly burning red candles, turning the shadows of the mother and daughter on the wall into a pool of rippling ripples, as if just a slight movement can pierce the calm on the surface peaceful.

"Because he is alive, it will only be detrimental to his mother." Taiping raised his eyes to look at Tianhou, and a flash of determination flashed in his clear eyes. There are only two ways to deal with this hidden danger, one is to take off the dagger on the top of your head and use it for yourself, mother has already tried this way, but Imperial Physician Wu can't use it for you."

Tianhou couldn't help but clenched the vermilion pen tightly, and the pen brushed across the memorial inadvertently, leaving a stroke of shocking red.

"Then what's the other way?"

Taiping said bluntly: "Break this dagger so that he can never hurt himself again."