Chapter 327 The Prince of Medicine

Chapter 327 [Medical Prince]

There was a dim light in the courtyard, which was a lantern hanging on the palace pillar. The whole palace fell into silence. The sky was full of stars, and the moonlight hung silently in the air. Everything was so quiet that Jing Li's annoying heart couldn't help but be silent.

"Linglong! Do you think I'm a bad woman? Maybe it was too quiet at night, or maybe it was because the men around her were hurt one after another. Jing Li's heart couldn't help but feel frustrated and powerless, and she was almost depressed.

Feeling the desolation in her words, Linglong immediately came forward and comforted him softly, "How come? The emperor's benevolence and wisdom are known to all over the whole country, and this time the emperor has calmed the civil strife for the Qi emperor in the State of Qi, which has shocked the world. In this world, who does not follow the example of the emperor, and which one is the people of Dajing? What if you don't take the emperor for yourself?"

"Alas!" After listening to Linglong's words, Jing Li was not happy, but her mood became heavier and heavier. She couldn't help sighing and said, "It seems that I have heard too many such good words, which makes me feel that I am really good. Every time I ask myself, I subconsciously think that I am right for everyone, but now Only then did I know that I was just deceiving myself. What's good? In fact, I won't be hurt by my side. This is my good.

Hearing that she said this again, Linglong whispered anxiously, "Your Majesty, the little master's injury... In fact, I can't blame you all. At the beginning, you were only dedicated to saving talents. The starting point is good, but the little master usually doesn't like to say anything in his heart, so he has today. Fortunately, the little master's body has improved. He will definitely be fine. Your Majesty, don't worry too much.

"This time I may be lucky, but it's hard to guarantee that there will be no next time. Next time, think about the man who follows me Jingli. I keep saying that I want to give them happiness, but which one of them gets real happiness? I can't give them the only love, and I have hurt them again and again. Let's talk about Jing Feng! I used to hurt him in all kinds of things. Although everything has passed now, I have indeed hurt him. And Zhou Zhichao, the first talent in the world, followed me. How many hardships and grievances he has suffered. I know in my heart that I think he is such an arrogant person, but I snatch him up, but what about him? I don't seem to be very good to him. And Yu Mo, I know that I had hurt him a lot when I was young. I once thought about making up for him, but on the most important day of his life, he married another man at the same time on the occasion of the wedding. Not only did he not say a complaint, but also offended the beauty and almost died for it. And Mo Yan... He saved my life. He turned against Qingchen for me, and he suffered all the humiliation for me. Now for my words, he even has to kill him. Talking about that Hua Feiliu, he is a famous prostitute in the world. I think how many princes and nobles are obsessed with him. I have never taken him, but I have never treated him well, so that he harmed Mo Yan because of jealousy, and then he wants to rebel. In fact, I know in my heart that he just hates me because of love, so I locked him up and didn't kill him cruelly. That's the reason for him. And... and Zhao Yu... How kind and simple he is. He did not hesitate to turn against his mother for me, and finally lost his life for me. But I have never treated him sincerely. I regarded him as a pawn from the beginning, but he was as smart as him. How could he not know, but he has no regrets..."

"Your Majesty... Stop it!" Listening to Jing Li's calm voice gently telling all this, although there were not too many ups and downs, under the silent moonlight, the abnormal sadness made Linglong's nose sore and almost couldn't help crying.

Jing Li sighed deeply again. She walked forward slowly. Linglong immediately followed her and whispered, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"I can't sleep. I want to see Mo Yan." Jing Li paused and answered softly, and then turned around and smiled at Linglong, "I'm fine. It's getting late. You've been tired for a day. Go to bed early. You don't have to be on duty tomorrow. Have a good sleep."

"I'm not tired. I'm going with the emperor." Linglong hurriedly answered softly, but Jing Li stretched out his hand to stop her, and then shook his head and strode forward. Linglong saw that Jing Li was unwilling to let herself accompany her, so she had to stand there.

The quietness of the night makes people feel everything around her more closely. Jing Li walks alone on the Qingshi Palace Road. Her heart is confused. Mo Yan's drowsiness makes her extremely guilty. As long as she thinks about how she has treated him, Jing Li's whole body and mind can't suppress this pain.

When they came to the palace where Mo Yan was, the imperial doctors were still there. Mo Yan did not wake up, but his face was really much better. When the imperial doctors saw Jing Li coming, they all withdrew from the door one after another, leaving space for the two of them to be alone.

Jing Li stretched out her hand and stroked Mo Yan's little face. There was a trace of heartache on her face. She looked at him foolishly, already looked at her weak body, and felt the coldness of his little face. Jing Li was stunned for a moment, then took off his phoenix boots, got up to bed, gently hugged Mo Yan, and lay beside him.

She took care of him as if she were protecting the most beautiful baby in the world. She closed her eyes and thought about what she had done with Mo Yan. The night outside the window was darker, and on the side of the window lattice, there stood a great figure. He looked at the two in the room and turned around silently.

"Why are you here?" There was no time to hide the complex emotions in his eyes, so he bumped into Feiyan's eyes, which made Yidao a little ashamed and angry. Feiyan hooked the corners of his mouth, and then did not say anything. He just turned around and walked away. He looked at her back with a knife and followed her cold face.

Stopping in a pavilion, Feiyan tied up her long hair. Generally, in front of a knife, she rarely tied her hair. Although this face was not hers, she never wanted to hide her truth in front of him. She turned around and looked at the still angry little face of the knife and whispered, "These God, I also heard one thing. I believe you also know that the emperor once promised the little concubine that he would not marry a concubine in the future. Do you know?"

He frowned slightly and didn't understand why she suddenly said this, but when he met Feiyan's eyes, he saw the touch from Feiyan's eyes. His mind seemed to have been seen through by her at a glance, which made him feel annoyed and embarrassed, and stared coldly at Feiyan coldly. At a glance, he said, "What do you think? What does this have to do with you and me?"

"I have nothing to do with it, but it has a lot to do with you. I believe that people all over the world know your thoughts. Don't you just want to be the next emperor... imperial concubine?"

All of a moment, as soon as Feiyan's words came out, she immediately felt that a pair of cold hands pinched her throat. She was stunned and looked up at the person in front of her. Her eyes under his black mask shot with great anger, and the strength of her hands almost broke her neck. Feiyan's heart was afraid, but when she He looked into his eyes and brushed away the anger, but he could still feel the sadness in his eyes.

For a moment, she was not afraid, she was just heartbroken! She let a knife pinch her neck and looked at him with stunned eyes and said, "You can't change this fact even if you kill me. Since you think so in your heart, why don't you dare to face it? It's in vain that you still think you are different from other men. I don't think you're even as good as a farmer.

Feiyan held one hand against a knife's wrist and gasped and scolded him. Maybe her roar really worked. Maybe the knife softened her heart. The knife let go of her. He turned around and looked aside and said coldly, "This is my business. I don't need you to take care of my affairs in the future."

"Wait!" Seeing that he wanted to leave, Feiyan immediately rushed to block him. She looked at him fixedly and took several deep breaths before saying, "Well, are you really in love with the emperor?" Can't you do it except her?"

I don't understand why I had to laugh at the woman I wanted before. Suddenly, there was such a change. I frowned and looked at her puzzledly. Feiyan also saw the puzzlement in his eyes. She just said coldly, "If you really love the emperor, I can help you test her heart to see if she is willing to marry you, such as If she doesn't have this intention, you'd better break this idea. There are so many good women in the world. Although she is a high-ranking emperor, what you need is a wife, not an emperor.

He condensed his face with a knife, stared at Feiyan's bright eyes, and looked at the brilliance she said. His heart moved for a moment. How tempting it is to test the emperor's love for himself, but...

Seeing that the bright color in his eyes was fleeting, Feiyan was not giving a chance to refute. She pointed to the tip of his nose and said loudly, "That's it. In the next few days, I will definitely find an opportunity to help you ask. At that time, it will be good to make a decision in your heart. It's late. Have a good rest. I I won't bother you."

With a smile, Feiyan turned around and left! Ye Jing was a little lonely. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the Yixiang Palace. He stood there for a long time and never left.

Jing Li was woken up by Mo Yan. When she opened her eyes, she felt like she was holding a stove. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was. When she turned around, she saw Mo Yan's sweaty little face, and all her sleepiness immediately disappeared.

He casually picked up a piece of clothing and put it on. Jing Li shouted at the door and said, "Come on! Pass on to the imperial doctor, pass on to the imperial doctor!"

Her panicked voice immediately shocked the imperial doctors waiting in the courtyard. It turned out that they didn't go far. They were just afraid of waking up Jing Li, so they didn't go in. When the doctor ran to the room and saw Mo Yan's situation, they were all stunned.

His face was crimson, his breath was short, and his head was sweating. He reached out and touched his clothes and his clothes were all soaked. The doctor quickly reached out to take his pulse for him, but he let go of his hand doubtfully and muttered to himself puzzled.

"What's going on?" He was not in the mood to look at their uncertain look. Jing Li hurriedly grabbed a doctor and shook her desperately. The doctor immediately trembled with fear and stammered, "Your Majesty, don't worry too much. The little master's pulse doesn't seem to have much problem, and his body has been getting better, but somehow, in his body There seems to be a force wandering inside. I don't know if it will hurt his body.

There is no problem with the pulse, but there is such a big reaction. Is it... Is it true that my blood works? She turned her head and looked at Mo Yan's calm little face, but she kept sweating. As soon as she gritted her teeth, she didn't care much. She had to die in front of the living horse doctor, and then rolled up her sleeves and said, "Bir the dagger."

"Your Majesty!" The imperial doctors were shocked, but after touching Jing Li's eyes, they obediently took it and handed it to her. Jing Li didn't think about it. He made a cut on the edge of yesterday's wound, held Mo Yan's head with one hand, and fed it to his mouth.

All the doctors, look at me. I look at you. You look at a loss. Fortunately, Jing Li just fed a little blood and felt that Mo Yan's body temperature seemed to have dropped, so she stopped and pressed the wound with her hand.

It was strange that Jing Li's blood seemed to be an elixirs. Mo Yan just drank a little of her blood, and then his face gradually turned to normal, and his breathing was also even. The doctor hurried forward to take the pulse and couldn't help saying in surprise, "If you go back to the emperor, the pulse has become much more stable."

"That's good!" Jing Li whispered weakly, and then sat weakly at the head of the bed, allowing the imperial doctor to wrap the wound for her. She turned her head and looked at Mo Yan, and couldn't help but feel anxious. Mo Yan, Mo Yan, you must support the medical people to come.

Time flies. This is the seventeenth day of Mo Yan's coma. Jing Li's body is getting weaker and weaker. There is no blood on her face. It's time to feed Mo Yan's blood again. Jing Feng and all the concubines are all beside Jing Li, looking at her worried but unstoppable.

Linglong cried there again and begged, "Your Majesty, you can't be like this. Please stop. Even if the little master goes there, he won't blame you, Your Majesty!"

Jing Li didn't pay attention to Linglong. He just took a deep breath, and then rolled up his sleeves. Under the sleeves of the wide emperor's robe, there were more than a dozen big and small scratches on the small arm. Although the wound was not big, the blood still brought to everyone's hearts.

"Your Majesty!" Zhou Zhichao reached out and grabbed Jing Li's hand. Even his eyes turned red. Jing Feng was still holding the child in his hand. He didn't know, but he was scared by the dagger. Prince Qing actually cried loudly.

This made Jing Li's already painful head feel more dizzy. She closed her eyes tightly, then forcibly opened it, took a deep breath and put the knife on her wrist, but another faintness came. Jing Li's body couldn't help shaking, and her hand suddenly became weak. She only heard a sound, and the knife answered. Falling to the ground.

"Your Majesty..." Everyone rushed up, and the voice around her was really getting farther and farther away from herself, making her originally dizzy head sinking. She tried her best to resist the dark feeling, but at this time, a sudden voice came and said, "Your Majesty, To the emperor, Mr. Tianyi took the medical people and asked for a meeting outside the hospital of the Medical Palace.

Jing Li immediately blinked a few times and pressed down the feeling of dizziness. At this time, she had been helped by everyone to sit in the soft chair. She stretched out her hand weakly and waved her hand and said, "Come on, pass it quickly."

"Your Majesty, are you all right?" Jing Feng handed the child to the wet nurse behind him and looked at Jing Li worriedly. Jing Li shook his head. At this time, Tianyi came in with several people. As soon as Jing Li raised his eyes and saw these people, he immediately stood up excitedly and said, "Bizhu, Aunt Ling, are you all here?"

"See His Majesty Jing!" Five or six medical people came, and they all knelt down and kowtowed. It was difficult for them to respect Jingli so much. After all, she was the savior of their medical family. Jing Li hurriedly helped them and said, "Get up, get up quickly. I know that you must be very tired after a long journey, but my concubine is in a particularly dangerous situation now. Please show it to him first."

Seeing the medical people coming, Jing Li's heart was also relieved, and she felt much more relaxed, followed by the sudden strong hope, which made her spirit better in an instant.

Bizhu got up, nodded to Jing Li, and then walked to the bed and reached out to take the pulse for Mo Yan, but was stopped by the imperial doctor who was guarding Mo Yan: "Your Majesty, according to the regulations of our Dajing Palace, this foreign doctor takes the pulse for the imperial concubine and must be separated."

"This..." Bizhu's face is in a dilemma, and direct pulse may be misdiagnosed, not to mention the yarn? Moreover, the people of their medical clan have always lived in the mountains and lived in seclusion, and rarely obeyed this secular etiquette, so the spiritual aunt couldn't help saying, "The life of the little master is dying, and it is more important to save people."

"But the etiquette of the Great Jing Dynasty cannot be abolished!"

"Recede!" Jing Li coldly scolded the imperial doctor. She was not a petty person, so she said carelessly, "No defense, Bizhu, you can treat her!"

With Jing Li's consent, Bizhu had no scruples. She stretched out her hand and put her delicate white jade finger on Mo Yan's wrist, and then Aunt Ling also untied the silk scarf on Mo Yan's wrist, and then opened Mo Yan's eyes and looked at it a few times. After that, the two quickly looked at each other and nodded secretly, and then turned around and said: "Your Majesty, please rest assured that there is basically nothing wrong with the little master. As long as we give him acupuncture, he will be fine."

"Real?" After worrying about the situation for nearly half a month, she suddenly got such a sentence. It was impossible to say that she was unhappy. Jing Li couldn't hide her happy face. Seeing that Bi Zhu nodded solemnly to herself, she hurriedly said, "Okay, it's really the medical skill of the medical family. As long as you save my beloved concubine, I will thank you very much!"

Bizhu and Aunt Ling looked at each other again and said modestly, "Your Majesty Jing is polite. If it hadn't been for your medical medicine to supplement the blood loss of the little master, it would have been too late for us to come here now. Now we will give a needle to the little master, just pass through the blood on his body and the eight acupuncture points of the upper body. The emperor, please retreat to the left. Right!"

Everyone is still a little hesitant. After all, Mo Yan is the imperial concubine, and Bizhu and Aunt Ling are both women. What is this? Aunt Ling also saw everyone's hesitation. She smiled and said, "Your Majesty Jing, please stay. If the little master wakes up, you will be very happy at the first sight."

"Hmm!" Jing Li answered softly, and then gave everyone a wintry. Everyone saw that the emperor had stayed, and their hearts were slightly better. They all walked out of the door one after another. Bizhu and Aunt Ling did not talk nonsense. They immediately came to the bedside and helped Mo Yan up. Bizhu wiped the needle, and the Ling aunt looked for acupuncture points. Jing Li undressed Mo Yan.

When the clothes retreated, Bizhu and Aunt Ling stared at the acupuncture point without squinting. The lack of shoulder well was the main reason for coma. Bizhu's first needle was also on this acupuncture point. However, when her eyes looked at the acupuncture point, she got up in shock and bent down and looked at a needle-like mark on Mo Yan's shoulder well in disbelief. He lost his voice and said, "Your Highness?"