readx;?“ Shi Lan, the head of this palace hurts so much......"

Wei Ruoshui looked at the silver-covered palace building from afar, and said quietly. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the cold wind has not blown, her eyes are already red, but no one dares to look up under the costume, she can take a deep breath, and slowly exhale.

It's a pain, a weak pain.

She gently covered her chest, feeling that her heart was as if it were already dead, but it hurt like an ice blade cutting through her heart, and it hurt like a scaly python growing wildly in the bleeding crevices.

Shi Lan slowly followed beside the sedan chair, her eyes were indifferent, and she felt her relatives: It's always like this, it hurts, but you always don't regret it.

"Take good care of her, and if you can't save her, let the child go well. Wei Ruoshui explained softly, his eyes were furious, "If the palace maid named Yuanxiang said anything, then there is no need to ask her to speak again." ”

Wei Ruoshui's voice was flat, but it was colder than his slightly pale face.

The man carrying the sedan chair waited as if he could not hear their conversation at all. Shi Lan intently helped Wei Ruoshui to get on the sedan chair carefully, and stood beside her with a calm expression, but she had already engraved what Wei Ruoshui had said in her heart one by one.

The cold wind gradually rose, and when he walked away, Wei Ruoshui turned his face slightly, as if he glanced at the palace building Yuyu behind him, but it seemed to be looking at the cold tree next to the road, just for the time of exhaling and breathing, he was calm and looked ahead.

Outside the hall, the cold wind was cold, like crying, behind Wei Ruoshui, the emperor's bedroom was silently busy and restless.

In order not to disturb Lian Li, King Jing exempted the palace people from kneeling and reporting all the way, and Xiuyu, who wore the mask tightly, led King Jing to the last curtain and claimed that something was wrong and left first.

Through the thin layer of curtains, he could smell the thick bitter smell of medicine, mixed with the weak coughing sound of Lian Li.

"Mother...... Is it the mother?" Lian Li's anger was like a gossamer, as weak as a dying withered tree, he paused for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Uncle Wang?"

King Jing's body trembled slightly, and his steps were eager to take a step, but he retracted it stiffly.

"Your Majesty should take your medicine. ”

King Jing heard a woman's gentle and soft voice coming from inside, as beautiful as a March stringed harp, implying distress and worry.

Is that the maid called Motoka?

King Jing then heard the sound of his clothes turning, and through the thin gauze tent, he could faintly see a slender woman sitting up with Lian Li, who was half-leaning on the bed.

Lian Li, who had been ill for a long time, was afraid that Yuanxiang would hurt her, so the two sat up slowly and hard, Lian Li's eyes were squinted sleepily, and he took a sip of the spoon in Yuanxiang's hand, I don't know if he choked or what, and suddenly coughed violently and retched.

The decoction in her mouth that she hadn't swallowed was all vomited on the sheets, and Yuan Xiang, who was serving the medicine, hurriedly shouted, and the palace people and the imperial doctor waiting in the room behind King Jing rushed in with a panicked face, and they didn't care about greeting King Jing carefully.

The imperial doctor stopped many palace people, and only selected two people who wore masks and followed up. The curtain was opened, and everything on the couch was also fully visible, King Jing followed the footsteps of the palace people, and first saw the delicate and moving palace maid Yuanxiang who was dressed in pink clothes like a hibiscus out of the water, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

The Son of Heaven is a close servant and has a good look, so for him, he has to be careful. He was suspicious and vigilant at first, and then found that this Yuanxiang was not wearing a gauze cover, so generously waiting in front of Lian Li, cleaning up Lian Li's vomit with his bare hands, first wiping a little foam that remained on his face caused by the emperor's unintentional coughing, and then wiping the dirt on his clothes for fear that the emperor would suffer from the cold.

It's a lot of heart. King Jing Liancheng thought like this, standing behind through the curtain, but hesitated and didn't know whether to enter or not.

"Your Majesty is fine, it's time to ask Your Majesty to change the medicine. ”

Dr. Wang examined Lian Li's vein, found that there was nothing abnormal, and after asking for instructions, he carefully lifted Lian Li's left sleeve, revealing her gauze-wrapped arm.

The gauze that wrapped around her entire right arm was heavy, and the white surface was imprinted with the green color of herbal juice. Lian Li looked at his left arm like a cicada chrysalis and couldn't help but be a little amused, and nodded weakly.

Doctor Wang beckoned, ordered the palace maid to fetch clean gauze and pounded herbs, and prepared to exchange herbs for Lian Carp.

Kneeling beside the bed, the Imperial Physician began to carefully unwrap the place where the gauze was fixed. Untying the gauze, he tried to touch and pull as gently as possible with every careful touch, but with every movement he felt as if he was dancing on the tip of a knife, because every time he felt that he was careful enough, he still let the gauze bring up stinky blood clots and rotten skin.

Lian Carp was not alarmed, I don't know if it hurt too many times, or it was too weak to breathe, she just lazily leaned on the pillow cushioned by Yuanxiang, closed her eyes and listened to the sound of scissors cutting through the gauze, every time she listened, her heart trembled a little in pain, and she couldn't help but gasp from time to time.

This is a great crime of killing the head.

The imperial physician braved a cold sweat, but the speed of his hands did not slow down, but was calm and powerful, cut off all the dirty gauze, saw that the tender green herbs that came into contact with the wound had turned black, frowned and threw them all on the tray of the palace maid, and ordered them to be taken out and burned clean.

Lian Li breathed a sigh of relief, lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at it, and couldn't help but close his eyes.

Her left arm seemed to have been burned, red and black intertwined, mottled wounds all over her like cracked persimmons, oozing pale yellow pus, and the wounds were like silk threads entwined deep into the flesh, and the traces were disordered and violent, as if the skin was cut open by countless invisible black ropes.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that you need to change the dressing frequently. Doctor Wang simply observed his eyes and said that it was fine, and his expression did not relax in the slightest. His Majesty's illness this time is very strange, spreading slowly like a thread, but with a violent momentum, his condition is aggravated every second, which is very strange. What's even more strange is that His Majesty doesn't seem to be afraid, and even the origin of the injury is vague, as if he doesn't want others to know the reason, and more like he doesn't want the prince to heal the illness at all.

"Your Majesty should have a good rest. Imperial Physician Wang frowned and seriously explained the precautions for Yuanxiang.

When King Jing heard him speak, he couldn't help but think of the origin of this Wang Tieqiao Wang Imperial Physician in his mind.

This Imperial Physician Wang entered the palace a few years ago, and he is young, so he is naturally not as old as Imperial Physician Du, nor is he a serious physician. Originally, he was just a traveling doctor who walked the rivers and lakes, but because of a coincidence, he used a home remedy to alleviate the queen mother's temporary head wind, but because of this skill, he entered the catalog of the Tai Hospital and served in the palace all the year round.

In the Taiyi Pavilion, there were originally two people headed by Du Taiyi and others, and the rest of the people could also be used, but the Great Wei Emperor was seriously ill, and the person in charge of diagnosis and treatment was Wang Tieqiao, who was born in Jianghu Langzhong, in addition to treating the head wind, it was really dispensable, and it was no wonder that Wei Ruoshui was so angry.

Si Kou Xiangming's arrogance in recent years has been a little too arrogant. King Jing smiled disdainfully, and looked at Lian Li's eyes even more lovingly. (To be continued.) )