I was reborn by the emperor

Chapter 79

The imperial doctor's joint examination continued until the sun went down, but nothing serious was found.

In the end, some nourishing and recuperating medicines were prescribed. During the few hours after returning from the Jehol Palace, the color of the bruises on his arms has faded a little, and it seems that they will be relieved by themselves, so Xu Lianlang is even more worried. up.

The imperial doctor packed up the medicine box and was about to leave, Si'er turned a corner and stopped the imperial doctor, and led the imperial doctor to the side hall where Xu Lianlang could not see.

The sun had already set, and the setting sun left only light halos of red and orange. The side hall was facing north, and the lights in the room had not been lit. Only the broad figure of the man beside the couch could be vaguely seen.

Si'er took the lead to bow to his body, and carefully unwrapped the bandage on his left arm. It was tied too tightly. After a long time, a thin layer of purple had appeared on the back of his hand. The blood flow was not smooth. Arms are slightly sore.

The imperial doctor treated the wound lightly and casually, but the wound was actually very deep, and a lot of blood still came out during the treatment of the wound medicine on the wound.

The smell of blood gradually became stronger, spreading into the imperial doctor's nose, and the sky became darker and darker. He lowered his head, and the only thing in his sight was the bloody cut made by his master.

A thick ring of fur from the collar of the jacket on the imperial doctor's body was stuck into his neck, and the outermost fur was already wet with his sweat, like a sanguinary dog ​​that just fell into the water.

The voice of the master on the other side was as deep as a ghost in the night, and the tone was loose, the less salty or heavy the more it made his hair stand up.

He suddenly couldn't control the muscles in his hands, and the silver spoon of the medicine rolled down on the thick and beautiful carpet.

His face twitched, "Your Highness, this minister is incompetent and failed to find out the cause of the girl's scar."

He heard Lu Jieming seem to snort, in the dark room Lu Jieming's phoenix eyes were clear and distant, but the imperial doctor felt his heart was suffocated for a moment, and his breathing became tighter.

"The subject is useless, the subject is useless, the master forgives the master and the master forgives the sin."

His lips were trembling, and his knees were already limp.

He has always been a dispensable existence in the Imperial Hospital. He was born in a small village, even if he was from a family practicing medicine, he still did not have the basis to take root when he came to Kyoto, until he was favored by His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince.

To him, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince is a benefactor, he should be grateful for Dade's existence, and it is also the nightmare that he cannot sleep at night.

He originally thought that since he worked in the imperial hospital and followed the prince, he would definitely do something against his will. Practitioners of medicine can save people, but they can also harm people.

He knows what medicinal materials can cure people, and he also knows how to turn a good tonic into poison in an instant.

Because sooner or later I knew this happened, and my nerves were tense all the time.

But until now, his hands are still clean and have not been contaminated by any wronged soul.

For a time, he couldn't figure out what his master wanted him to do—until he actually saw this one today.

He once followed His Highness to the Northwest and stayed for more than three months. His master acted swiftly and resolutely. He seldom took human life, but he had a set of methods of punishment that did not show blood.

There are always no swords and swords in the battles between the princes. The master is always careful, and there are not a few people who secretly betray the messenger. Once such people are caught, life would be worse than death.

The master spared everyone's life, no injury to limbs, no disability, but that kind of torture is still unforgettable.

Once he was extremely bold and asked his master why he did this.

Up to now, I can still remember all the details of that scene, and even recalling those sharp shouts, I still feel chills in my heart. At that time, two traitors privately contacted His Highness the Sixth Highness, which resulted in the failure of a secret operation.

The master's temper was very calm, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, he was neither angry nor annoyed, and accepted the result very flatly, but waved his hand and watched them serve their sentence with his own eyes.

The blood flowed down drop by drop. The amount of bleeding was very small. It just flowed out of the skin and then sank into the collar. It disappeared without a trace, leaving only a faint fishy smell in the air. The wailing of the two people quickly spread throughout the camp. Shouting over and over again, "Kill me, kill me, you tyrant, why don't you just kill me."

The master put his index finger on his lips, "Shhh, I'm not a ruler yet, I'll be a tyrant in the future."

After he finished speaking, he stepped out of the big tent.

The northwest wind is always mixed with sand and gravel. Not long after they came, their eyes were always dry and unbearably dry. The master stayed outside the tent for a long time. He saw the wind and sand rolled through his hair, blowing the cloth ties that bound his hair. , The fine dust seems to fall on his eyelashes and get into his eyes.

During the execution, he would always be called to stand by the side, fearing that his subordinates would lose their sense of control, and an imperial doctor would stop the bleeding and treat him, which would always save the person's life.

He was an accompanying military doctor, so he really started his job as a military doctor, but he only treated traitors.

The master had noticed his movement early on, and he was about to salute, when he saw something thrown from the corner of his eye, he caught it in a panic, it was a hip flask.

The master was young, but he drank wine like an old alcoholic. He poured it into his mouth in big gulps. It was only after a long time that he realized that it was his second time drinking.

Maybe it was because of the smell of alcohol, he asked, "Master, why didn't you just kill them, it's over once and for all."

He watched his master drink up the wine, "Because some people don't like me to kill people indiscriminately." He looked very serious, "I will take you to see her when I return to the palace. She is afraid of the cold and weak. You can prescribe some medicine to help her." Let her recuperate."

At that time, as if by divine help, he suddenly understood the purpose of the master raising him to eat rice for nothing.

But it was the only use that he didn't do well.

It was getting dark too early, so Si'er lit the candle on the side, it was a very exquisite lamp base, the lamp base was carved with lotus petals, the center was arched, holding up a circle like a basket, A slender pearl is placed on the circumference.

The imperial doctor knelt down on the ground, repeatedly begging for relief.

Lu Jieming rolled up his sleeves, looked at the dots of blood on the wrapped gauze, and sneered, "Please, why don't you, if you have the time, why don't you turn over the book and see where the scars come from?" of."

When he said this, his thick eyebrows were raised, showing a very subtle look of anger.

The lamp holder with lotus petals made him feel annoyed. The way the petals wrapped around the branches was very similar to the lotus seat holding the doll at the foot of the Buddha statue in Shuoyun Pavilion.

He was upset for a while, and his breathing was a little labored. He put his hand on his forehead, and his whole hand was shaking with his fingertips.

The imperial doctor quickly got on the pulse again, and hurriedly asked Si'er to bring some sweet syrup over, and after helping him drink it, his condition improved a little.

Lu Jieming was too powerful, and after the childishness on his face faded away, everyone treated him as an adult, but in fact he was just a boy who was still growing up.

He was running around all day long, and he didn't care about eating. He was so stubborn when he was injured, and his young body would not be able to bear it one day.

The candles in the side hall didn't burn for too long, they were extinguished very early, and the imperial doctor and Si'er retreated quietly.

Si'er sent the imperial doctor to the door, and told him to be more careful when he returned to the imperial hospital to record the files.

The imperial doctor wanted to mention more about Xu Lianlang, but Si'er blocked his mouth. The imperial doctor had no choice but to walk two steps and then retreated, "Maybe we can find Lord Wang Xixuan of the Qin Tianjian."

Si'er said "Ouch", "You are a medical practitioner, why can't you cure it, and you also found this ghost and snake spirit."

The imperial doctor blushed when he was told, "This... can be regarded as rushing to the doctor in a hurry."

Si'er had this matter in his heart but he never dared to say it. His Majesty does not believe in ghosts and gods. He was not sure how much His Highness trusted ghosts and gods.

If it is like His Majesty, talking about it will only increase troubles.

Fortunately, when spring came and summer came, and summer came and autumn came again, Miss Xu's scars completely disappeared, and she didn't feel any other discomfort, so she finally let go of this matter.

From the very beginning, the imperial doctor checked the pulse every day, but now it has become every three days. Xu Lianlang found it troublesome and mentioned it to Lu Jieming several times, but was fooled by Lu Jieming.

Because of this frequent pulse-seeking, some people in the court broke their mouths, saying that the Seventh Highness is not in good health, otherwise why would he go to the Tai Hospital every day, and talk too much, and the words will develop in a strange direction, the body is too weak. Not good has become a hidden disease.

The person who said this has a lot of grounds. You see, the Seventh Highness is not a womanizer at all. The rest of the Highnesses already have concubines at this age, and even if they are not good enough, they have maids. Our Seventh Highness, the side What else is there besides a Shuhe princess.

And the relationship with this Shu and the Princess is also indescribably delicate. There was news of the engagement a year ago, and they have been waiting for so long, but there is no real back and forth.

It was rumored outside that there are people with nose and eyes, so His Majesty even found Lu Jieming for this matter.

The Tian family father and son spoke bluntly, and only asked him if he had heard those rumors, whether they were true or false.

In the past two years, the emperor's health has been worse than before, and he always coughed for a long time when he said a word. Wang Fulu hurriedly handed over the veil and saw the dark red blood on the veil without changing his face. He raised his hand to caress The emperor's shoulders, help him smooth this breath.

Lu Jieming prepared soup and medicine to serve the sick, "Father and Emperor have said that it is a rumor, how can rumors come true."

The emperor finally caught his breath, stroked his chest and looked him up and down, his eyes roamed around three inches below his navel rather affectionately, Lu Jieming remained unmoved and let him watch.

Through the robe, only his steady chest rose and fell.

"What about Shu He? She's been waiting for you for so long."

The emperor took a sip of the soup from Lu Jieming's hand, and the old man's voice hoarse like twilight was indescribably dull, "My son, how can you marry a wife you like, only power should be contested by men."

"Prince Rong can help you, and he is willing to help you. Why don't you accept it, or do you mean that you have something to belong to, and you have already planned to give her the position of wife."

Lu Jieming's eyelashes trembled, but the slight movement still could not escape the eyes of the emperor.

His increasingly cloudy eyes rolled slowly, "My son can't beat my father, the one you like, I have endured it for so long, don't ask me to really do it."

"Remember, there are some things that you don't have to force in your life, and it will shorten your life."

There was a lingering sweetness in the emperor's throat, he coughed hard, "It's up to her to be a queen, and she is worthy."

He clapped his hand on Lu Jieming's shoulder, and with the sound of coughing, his palm fell on Lu Jieming's shoulder. Lu Jieming pursed his lips tightly and remained motionless.

The cat nestled under the emperor's feet seemed to be feeling cold, so Sese wrapped her tail around her body and let out a few "meow meows". Seeing this, Wang Fulu hugged the cat to the emperor's lap.

"Here's a new one this year, Winter Hunting. Those old and immortal things say that I'm going to die every day, and I have to let them see who can boil who to death."