It's autumn again, and this year's autumn seems to be a little colder than in the past few years, and I say this not because I don't really feel the autumn chill, but because it's only the beginning of September, Ah Jin has been adding more charcoal to the house three times a day, telling her not to, she shows a look of panic, and keeps gesturing to the door, and the dumb man can't reason clearly, so I have to let her smoke the house warm, so hot that I can only wear a single shirt in the house, and hardly refuse to cover the quilt at night.

Ah Jin was my mother's personal attendant, the chief of daily life, and four other people, also mute, one in charge of tea and snacks and all food, one in charge of the lights and other things, one in charge of the study, and one in rotation at any time—this was the manpower of the inner courtyard where I lived.

In the outer courtyard where I can't go, there is also a female doctor, a medicine boy, a flower girl, an old woman in charge of jewelry and clothes, four maids who sprinkle and sweep, eight brave women, two attendants who convey the report, and there is also a lieutenant surnamed Yan, who lives in the court. But except for the female doctor, almost no one else spoke to me, and even the doctor only came to see my face every morning and evening, and every three days when the imperial doctor came to check my pulse, he stood in the curtain and examined all parts of my body on behalf of the imperial doctor, and if there was anything I didn't answer, she answered for me, whether I wanted to let the imperial doctor know or not.

At the earliest, I was still a little displeased, to say a few words to them, and then they were left a sentence "by the will", the right sentence "Feng Jinzhi" to call back, and for a long time no one chatted, a little lonely, so I also chatted with them pleasantly, and then later, I found that these chatting sentences will be written down in 1510, sent to my mother's royal view, I don't want to say more, they asked me, I said "nothing" , Without asking, I spontaneously stood inside, obediently asked the female doctor to look at me from top to bottom, and hurriedly sent the imperial doctor away-I actually forgot that in addition to so many serving people in this courtyard, there is also a female historian, who is in charge of two palace doctors, and the only duty of these two doctors is not to teach and educate people in the inner study hall, but to stay with me, record all my words and deeds, compile them every day, and send them to the female history, and the female history has recreated a book, and presents it to her mother every five days.

It's been four years since I did. In the past four years, except that I am not allowed to go out, no one speaks, and I have no news from the outside world, all my offerings are exactly the same as before. Clothes at four o'clock are delivered to the door as early as January and February, ranging from 12 to 20 or 30; new fruits in the season, up to cherries, lychees, cold melons, down to sugar cane, autumn pears, peaches and plums, all come from time to time; meals and drinks are directly delivered from the small kitchen dedicated to the mother, five meals a day; fruit plates, snacks, Snacks, self-rise to sleep, change every half an hour, if it does not suit the taste, to the door to shout, the messenger of the chamber from the dining room to ask; although the book pen and ink is to be asked for out loud, but since I developed the habit of daily practice, the inkstone in the study has never been empty; in addition to these, the festival rewards, the four seasons of treasure is also there, but I can't use it, every time someone comes to the reward, then the object will be stored in the outer courtyard, the one in charge of the jewelry is in charge of it together, depending on the season to the house to change, by my mind.

I knew my mother's thoughts, and she wanted to kill me with such loneliness, so that I had to obey her. This kind of loneliness is indeed more difficult than simple confinement: the people around me are either dumb or afraid to speak to me; the words that come to herald the order are vague, only saying "give something", never saying what the cause, what festival, what celebration, I can only speculate on myself; there is no news inside and outside, and even the matter of my mother's enthronement is because when I was in the Hall of Longevity, my mother wanted to shake me, and deliberately sent someone to leak the words—everyone knew that she was going to ascend the throne, but they did not know that this day came so early, we all thought that there were at least ten more days, On the twentieth, who knew that it was so much in advance, so that my mother was full of ambition, and the affairs of the palace were complicated, so she might not have to pay attention to me, I guess she wanted me to think so, but unfortunately I had decided to make such a big gamble, whether it was successful or not, the chips had been placed, and I regretted it - after that, I no longer knew what happened outside, who died, who lived, who was favored, who lost power... It's like it has nothing to do with me, all I have, only such a small world; no one comes to visit me, and people who come and go are stopped by Jin Wuwei outside the outer courtyard, so most of the time I can't hear the sound outside, if I shout loudly, the only thing I can hear is only my own echo; here is even so lonely that there is no plot of the tiger falling in Pingyang that is often seen in TV dramas, everyone is respectful, dedicated, and trying their best to protect my health and dignity, just like now, it is obviously just a little cold, and the edict has not yet been issued, but Ah Jin has placed four charcoal basins in the house, lest I be cold。

As soon as I thought that she would probably use ginger to massage my feet for me, I couldn't help but roll my eyes, and rolled out of a large thick quilt that pressed me at some point, rolled up with a thin satin quilt, stepped barefoot on the red velvet carpet, and walked directly from the bedroom to the study on one side, where the pen and ink were really ready, and even the paper was neatly cut, and the book turned to the page I read yesterday, and pressed it lightly with copper lotus paperweight, without a trace of folds.

I have nothing to do in the past few years, so I have to read silently by myself, and my favorite reading is "Tang Xin Materia Medica", "Qianjin Yao Fang" and other medicine books and medical books. Seriously, I studied medicine for two years in my previous life, and although I didn't remember much, I also had several benefits when compared to this ancient medical book, and I was not in good health since I was a child, and I also learned some crude pharmacology, so it didn't hurt to read- It's just that there are some big problems, and my original wish is not to learn this ancient medicine, but to see if there is anything I can attach, and compile the superficial knowledge I know into a book, so that even if I really explain it here in my life, it will not be considered a trip in vain.

In the past, I didn't think that I could really do anything for this era, and I never seriously studied the books of this era, a few years ago I really opened the medical book and looked at it, only to find that today's medicine is not as ignorant and backward as I imagined, although medicine is often connected with alchemy and alchemy, but it has already had a preliminary systematic division, and Zheng Bo died in the same year Sun Simiao even elaborated on the causes and foci of many diseases, blood, qi and viscera cold, heat, deficiency and reality, etc., under careful study, it is also with the bones, nerves, There are similarities in blood vessels.

I'm proud of that.

Yesterday, I finished writing the first volume of the human body, and today I read it again, and after a few lines, it was already noon--by this time, Fang hated that he was not serious about reading back then, not only the basic skeletal muscles were vague, but even the words in writing the article were not up to the point, and finally I had to hastily draw a diagram of the human body structure with memory, and adjusted it one by one with Ah Jin and my own body, determined the position, and fabricated a few names according to the medical book where I didn't remember, and it barely became a volume- Ah Jin probed his head to look at me at the door of the study, gesturing with his hands, probably very dissatisfied that I came to the study without breakfast.

I stuck out my tongue at her, put down my pen, and followed her through the small door, and walked to the main hall, where I saw that there were twelve cases of food neatly arranged, so I picked up a porcelain bowl and a pair of silver chopsticks, and was about to pick up the nearest steamed sea bass, but I saw Ah Jin waving his hand to me again and again through the door— I just waved my hand, and I didn't dare to make a sound in my mouth, seeing that I didn't understand, I raised one hand, and the remaining hand kept pointing to the middle finger of the main hall under the cover of my sleeve, I turned my head hesitantly, and saw that there was a person sitting on the main seat that was usually empty, because I don't sit on weekdays, this one has been covered with a yellow veil, and this person is wearing a yellow shirt, and I don't pay attention to it, and I can't see it.

I put down the bowl and knelt down in front of the main seat, bowing my head, not knowing what to say—even if I knew what to say, I almost forgot how to speak after a long silence.

Seeing that I didn't move, the man raised his sleeve and called my name lightly: "Taiping." ”

This voice finally awakened my memory of speaking, and I slowly leaned down and spit out the words that should be spit out: "Your Majesty." 166 Reading Network