Volume 5 Jinghua Jiangnan Chapter 47 Medicine

In the second half of the autumn night, the moon went down, and the sun had not yet risen, leaving only a dark blue sky. There was a violent coughing sound in the back house of Fan's mansion, and the coughing sound was endless, and it did not stop for a long time, so that people struggled to wake up from their sleep, and there was a movement with some panic in the garden.

Xu is a problem of weather and climate, not only Fan Shangshu suffered from wind cold, but also some people also suffered from cold, those with runny noses have been sent to the grange outside Beijing, but the rest of the people dare not be careless, drinking the prescription written by the eldest young master every day, this prescription is extremely useful, and the wind cold is not contagious. The reason why this cough made everyone in Fan Mansion chaotic was because the cough sound came from the eldest young master's house, the eldest young master had suffered from a strange disease in the past two days, and he coughed very badly, but he refused to let the imperial doctor in the palace catch the medicine, and believed in his own means, but after a few days, the coughing sound did not subside, and the people of Fan Mansion couldn't help but be a little worried, for fear that this eldest young master, who was very good to the people, had three long and two short.

The eldest girl wore a red ribbon tied on her forehead, brushed her slightly messy hair, and stood in the small kitchen with some annoyance, sniffing the strong smell of medicine coming from the room, while shouting to those rough girls, let them hurry up. She is a person sent to Kyoto by the old ancestor of Shanzhou, and her future status is an obvious thing, so in the Fan Mansion, she speaks with a lot of weight, and those sleepy-eyed little girls know that the eldest young master's illness is a little troublesome, seeing that she is angry, biting her lower lip, where dare to respond.

After watching it for a while, Sisi still refused to rest assured after all, and moved a small stool. Sitting in the medicine stove, holding a simmering fan in his hand, gently shaking the fan, his eyes stared at the mouth of the furnace where the medicine mist gradually rose, and he was gradually reddened, and he didn't dare to be careless. The medicine boiled in front of him was to be taken by the eldest young master, not by himself. She was a little uneasy.

In the bedroom, Lin Wan'er wore a home robe embroidered with cotton inside and outside. Rubbing Fan Xian's chest in distress, he asked cautiously, "Why don't you ...... Really try the prescription prescribed by the imperial doctor?"

Fan Xian's face turned red, waved his hand, and said with a reluctant smile: "Where is it so noble, besides, you know your own body, and if you can't die, just prescribe some medicine yourself." ”

Lin Wan'er also knew that Xianggong's medical skills were good, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to cure her lung disease that had been lingering for fifteen years, but she always heard him coughing badly these days. Inevitably, he was a little worried, bit his lip, and said, "Even Grandpa Hong can't see the origin of this disease...... But you say you know yourself, you see ......" She rolled her eyes and said, "Let me write a letter to Mr. Fei and ask?"

Fan Xian coughed twice. Knowing that his wife couldn't be relieved after all, he sighed and said, "My teacher, you don't know it. For most of the year, he spends most of the year wandering around Siye, and even if he wants to rush back, he doesn't know when. He then smiled and said, "It may take three or four months, and by then I am afraid that I will already be a dead man...... You......" He flicked the tip of Wan'er's straight nose and joked, "You'll become the prettiest pretty widow in Kyoto." ”

Lin Wan'er snorted a few mouthfuls on the ground in a row, and said angrily: "When is it, still talking all this nonsense!"

Fan Xian smiled, he was not as nervous as these people at home, because he knew what was going on in his body, and the medicine he was boiling at this time was only to help him calm his mind and clear his mind, relax his lungs, sort out the meridians a little, and stabilize the condition, as for the real root of the disease, he still had to rely on himself to fix it, and comforted Wan'er a few words while speaking, but carefully put his right hand in the quilt.

His right hand occasionally trembled for a while, and it didn't get any better from outside Kyoto until today.

There was a knock on the door outside the room, Sisi carefully carried the decoction into the house, and the big girl Huan Siqi, who slept in the front compartment with her, had already gotten up, lit the oil lamp on the table, moved a few more high, and put it in front of the young master's bed, took the medicine bowl, took out the spoon and gently stroked it in the bowl, let the decoction cool down, and waited for the temperature to be almost there, before feeding Fan Xian a small sip.

Fan Xian drank it, feeling a little bitter, and subconsciously licked his tongue, but Sisi had already stuffed a sugar pill into his mouth extremely quickly, and immediately diluted the bitterness in his mouth. He couldn't help laughing: "I'm a big man, do I need to serve like this?"

Sisi smiled and said, "Young master, when you were young, you were the most afraid of taking medicine. Fan Xian thought to himself, it is impossible for the decoction of this world to be coated in sugar, so of course he has to frown when he drinks it.

Siqi took out the silk scarf between his sleeves, helped Fan Xian wipe the corners of his lips, and said very seriously: "Young master, you are a patient now, and you can't be reckless." ”

Seeing the two big girls like this, even Wan'er couldn't stand it, and scolded with a smile: "Don't spoil him too much." Having said that, the little hand kept running down Fan Xian's back to make him more comfortable.

Although Fan Xian also enjoyed this kind of life as a young master, and felt that it would be a good thing to be so comfortable if he was sick, he finally couldn't help but shake his head, reached out and took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said with a smile: "I am a part-time doctor, not a child. ”

The two big girls under the bed looked at each other and smiled, but didn't say anything. It was already late when he saw the sky, Fan Xian knew that his previous cough had made the maids in the house busy for a while, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart, and ordered: "After drinking the medicine, you shouldn't cough, you go to sleep...... Let those girls who keep vigil also sleep, it's cold in the autumn night, what should I do if I get frostbite again?"

"It's going to be dawn soon, what are you going to sleep on?"

"It's always better to get a little more sleep. Fan Xian Zhengse said.

Knowing that this eldest young master was sympathetic to his subordinates, and under his gentle appearance was a heart that had always been the same, Sisi and Siqi didn't dare to refute it anymore, so they responded in unison, and went out to arrange chores.

Fan Xian got out of bed, poured a cup of tea and rinsed his mouth. Wan'er couldn't help but say, "Drinking cold tea when you're sick is not good for your health." Fan Xian smiled, sat back on the edge of the bed and said, "I've said it all." This disease is not the same as ordinary diseases. The husband and wife talked for a while, Wan'er saw that he no longer coughed, her heart was a little calm, and her sleepiness gradually rose, but because she saw that he refused to sleep, she also supported herself not to sleep, and finally Fan Xian couldn't stand it. Quietly she reached out and rubbed her shoulders for her, and her fingers brushed over a few soothing acupuncture points on her head. That's what made her fall asleep.

Looking at his sleeping wife, Fan Xian knew that she was worried about herself these days. I was a little exhausted, and I couldn't help but shake my head, my illness can't be cured if I take good care of it, it's different from my father. Fan Shangshu's wind and cold, under his skillful hands, has already improved, and it will be cured in about two days, but his father is old and his body is not as good as that of a young man. Recovery is always slower.

With a gentle wave of his hand, he extinguished the oil lamp on the five-foot outer table, and the whole bedroom fell into darkness, but he could not sleep with his bright eyes open. Because he has been sitting quietly for too long in the past few days, it is very difficult to get sleepy.

The tip of his tongue gently licked the medicinal residue between his teeth, and tasted the medicinal materials he had selected by himself. He seemed to be able to feel the active ingredients in the herbs, which had entered the lobes of his lungs at this time, and began to help him relieve the discomfort there, he was a little proud, reached out and pulled the quilt on his wife's body, and then reached into the dark compartment under the pillow, and felt out a small medicine bag, which was a few large pills that were extremely round and rough at the tentacles.

Although the room was dark, Fan Xian knew that these pills were red, because since he was a child, Mr. Fei Jie ordered him to take this pill with him, in case there was a problem with the nameless skill he practiced, once that domineering and arrogant true qi really broke through his meridians, this pill was the last elixir for him to save his life.

When Fan Xian was very young, he was still living in Lanzhou at that time, and Fei Jie once discovered this very fatal problem. Wuzhu left Fan Xian, or the nameless skill left by his mother to Fan Xian, if he practiced all the way, he would indeed cultivate his domineering and majestic true qi, the problem is that this kind of true qi is too domineering and arrogant, if ordinary people practice, they are afraid that if they haven't practiced for long, they will be squeezed and pierced by the true qi in the body, and the meridians will be broken, and this person will naturally become a wasted person.

However, compared with the human pillars in this world, Fan Xian has a peculiarity, that is, his meridians seem to be much broader than those in other worlds, and it is precisely because of this that he has been secretly practicing nameless domineering techniques since he was a baby, and when he was four years old, the true qi in his body was already abundant to a shocking level, but he did not explode and die.

However, Fei Jie once said that as the true qi in his body accumulates more and more, it becomes stronger and stronger, and one day, the meridian channel that has been formed by nature will eventually be unable to accommodate it, and Fan Xian will suffer a lot!

It's just that more than ten years have passed, Fan Xian didn't feel this danger, although the true qi in his body was domineering, but it was still under his control, especially after the age of twelve, after the first volume of the nameless domineering skill was practiced, the true qi running like a storm in his body suddenly stopped, tamed and tamed, and it didn't have any impact on him at all.

So he gradually let his guard down, and he almost forgot about it. The pill was no longer carried at any time, but was left at home, except for the last time when he was on an envoy to Northern Qi, he was worried about the unpredictable future, so he brought one, but he didn't use it.

Trouble always comes when people are most unsuspecting.

After experiencing the seemingly safe but actually dangerous journey of Northern Qi, the true qi cultivation and skills in Fan Xian's body were finally integrated, and he had broken through the threshold of the nine grades and began to move towards the peak of martial arts in the world, and the domineering true qi in his body was finally completed, and he could even fight hard with the first apprentice of the bitter lotus, Wolf Tao, but unexpectedly, after defeating Xie Bi'an, one of the eight generals, outside Kyoto Prefecture, the true qi in his body began to be dishonest.

Rising from the snow-capped mountains behind his waist and going up along the meridians, the two penetrating true qi channels were like two circles, communicating up and down in his body, but now this true qi seemed to smell some signs of the owner of the body, and began to become irritable, no longer staying in the meridians, but constantly stretching, tempting, and stabbing in all directions.

Fan Xian's hands are the most perfect place for him to control the true qi, but now they have become the threshold where the true qi in his body forcibly overflows, and now his right hand will tremble from time to time, which is the result of the control of his body muscles and the disobedient true qi in the meridians.

The situation was not very serious, at least it was still within his control, after these days of meditation and meditation, he forcibly suppressed the domineering true qi in his body that was eager to try, but the two phases of backlash hurt the lobes of the lungs, which led to the incessant coughing. But if this situation is allowed to develop, one day, he will not be able to control this domineering and violent true qi in his body.

Fan Xian had also tried to practice the second half of the nameless technique, but there was no progress so far, and sometimes when he coughed badly, he even hated the Wuzhu Uncle who saw the head and the end of the dragon-you give me a star-absorbing Dafa, you have to give me a solution, right?

He gently pinched the medicine sac in his hand and frowned, he analyzed the pills left by the teacher a few days ago, just like a tiger to a lion, the teacher in order to help him deal with the domineering true qi in his body, the medicine is also extremely domineering, he really has no confidence in what kind of consequences this medicine will bring, there is a large number of Mayflowers in it, that is ...... Authentic dispersal medicine!

Could it be that he was willing to disperse the true qi that he had worked hard for more than ten years? Even if he didn't disperse his strength, he was afraid that most of the true qi in his body would be consumed!

But I don't eat it...... Could it be that watching that True Qi explode itself into an inflatable blood ball a few months or years later, even if it doesn't have such a terrible effect...... But his right hand is always shaking, and he is not very good-looking, and he is young, so he wants to pose as a Parkinson's disease?

To eat or not to eat, it's a really big question.

A few rooster crows in the distance woke the sun and repelled the night, but the people were still asleep. Fan Xian raised his head, only to know that he had been sitting on the edge of the bed for half an hour, and couldn't help laughing at himself, he was most afraid of death, and when she faced this dilemma, she would have behaved so cowardly and hesitantly.

Perhaps, this is also an opportunity, he comforted himself.

"Don't be lazy, the shape of the pond is still destroyed, when the heavenly spring is poured into your body......" He slowly chanted his oral decision, just sat on the edge of the bed, entered a state of meditation, carefully collected the true qi surging in his body into the meridians, and then slowly withdrew the place where the snow mountain behind his waist was located, and they shone brightly in that place, illuminating the snow mountain.

Suddenly, his heart moved, Fan Xian opened his eyes, put on a piece of clothing at random, pushed the door out, and walked to the most secluded corner of the garden.

He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, and complained, "It turns out that you still know to come back." ”