Thanks to the second reincarnation, the two great rewards. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info*********************************************** Zhou Jiyan is completely awake, but he doesn't want to open his eyes, it seems that if he doesn't open his eyes, everything doesn't have to happen. The situation is already very clear, he hit in the car, and somehow he went through, his soul traveled to the body of Ji Yan, who died due to hitting the bell more than 2,000 years ago, and became the poorest son of heaven in history.

"Zhou Jiyan, Zhou Tianzi Ji Yan." Zhou Jiyan felt bitter in his heart, "I don't know why my parents chose such a name for themselves, it seems that from the moment this name was born, the current situation has been doomed in the dark." ”

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty." A soft call sounded from the bed.

Without opening his eyes, Ji Yan could hear that this was the voice of Queen Wang Ding, who should have rushed over after hearing the call of the old chamberlain Ji Dong.

Wang Ding, a woman five years older than Ji Yan, the daughter of Taifu Ding Tong, knowledgeable and courteous, gentle and virtuous, King Zhou Shenliang designated her as the crown princess before his death, in order to take care of and teach the young and ignorant prince, Ji Yan became the queen of Zhou immediately after he ascended the throne. In the past eight years, she has been taking care of Ji Yan meticulously, and even pulling him, bringing him up from an ignorant little boy to a weak-crowned boy who can take charge of the court alone. Ji Yan has an indescribable affection for her, not so much the husband's admiration for his wife, but the attachment of his younger brother to his sister or even his child to his mother.

Ji Yan slowly opened his eyes, and a beautiful face with pear blossoms and rain came into view, tears were still hanging on his cheeks, but his face bloomed into a flower.

"My king is awake." Wang Ding said with a smile, although he was extremely excited, he tried his best to restrain it, and kept the demeanor of the mother of the country who smiled without showing his teeth, but his tone was full of all kinds of grievances and fears since Ji Yan was in a coma for two days and two nights. Although he is five years older than him, he is her sky, and if he is gone, her sky will fall.

"Sister, I'm awake and I'm worried about you." Ji stretched out his hand and slowly wiped away the tears on Wang Ding's face, and said lovingly. "Sister" is what Ji Yan has always called Wang Ding, and now although this skin is a different person, it is still naturally called out.

Wang Ding froze suddenly, this melancholy eyes, this calm movements, and this affectionate tone, why is it so strange? In the past, he would only make a fuss that the clothes were too thick, the crown was too heavy, the food was too bad, and he should not study, not practice calligraphy, and not drink medicine; In the past, he was carefree, willful, frivolous, and even often coquettish with himself, he did not fall into the same temperament as a child, even after being crowned as an adult, he did not change much, most of the time she would forget that he was her husband, and only spoiled him as his little brother. And the man lying on the sickbed in front of him, his face did not change at all, but he felt that everything was different.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Ding came back to his senses suddenly, what's wrong with me? Isn't this the husband I've been waiting for? He is still him, the son of Da Zhou, my husband Ji Yan, but after a previous bump, after the ghost door was closed, he suddenly grew up, knew how to care about people, and became a real husband. Wang Ding cried with joy, buried his head in the quilt, and couldn't hold back his crying sound, but he couldn't control his body from trembling.

Ji Yan gently patted Wang Ding's back and said softly: "Sister don't cry, it's okay to be alone." ”

After a long time, Wang Ding finally recovered from the excitement, straightened his waist, knelt upright, sat down upright, put his hands on his knees naturally, and said in a deep voice: "Come on, help me wash and change clothes." The two palace maids beside her quickly stepped forward to help her up.

"My king stays well, and the little boy will come when he goes." After speaking, Wang Ding walked away with the support of the palace maid.

The old chamberlain Ji Dong sent the queen away, turned around and knelt down in front of the collapse, and said softly: "My king wants to eat?" ”

Ji Yan didn't answer, shook his dizzy head, raised his hand and touched it, and found that there was something like rough bark wrapped around his head, and asked, "What is on your head?" ”

"This is the sackcloth that the imperial physician bandaged for my king."

Ji Yan smiled bitterly: Sackcloth Baotou, I don't know if the wound has been disinfected, in this primitive era, if it is infected, it will be a big trouble, and I am afraid that I will not escape death. He said to Ji Dong: "Please ask the imperial doctor." ”

"No." Ji Dong instructed the little chamberlain at the door.

"By the way, bring a pot of boiling water." Ji Yan said again.

"Boiling water? What is it for? Ji Dong was puzzled.

"Don't ask so much, just burn it. Also, bring a glass of wine, and ask for the strongest one. ”

"The strongest liquor?" Ji Dong was even more puzzled.

Ji Yancai remembered that the wine at this time was all squeezed, and the degree was not high, and there was no concept of spirits at all, so he smiled bitterly: "Any wine, just take a glass." Also, ask for some kapok and a few small strips of silk, and boil the silk in boiling water. ”

"No." Ji Dong ordered again. He felt that the young son of heaven seemed to be very different from before he was injured, his movements and expressions had changed a lot, and he didn't even understand what he said, but he was the son of heaven, the son of heaven, and naturally it was not something that ordinary people like me could understand, so he was quickly relieved.

It didn't take much effort, the imperial doctor arrived, this is an old man of fifty or sixty years old, with a thin face, fluttering beard, and a bit of fairy wind bones, thinking that he should have good medical skills, but people don't know him, and he doesn't seem to be the imperial doctor in the palace.

The imperial doctor knelt down and said with a smile: "Looking at the king's complexion, it should be fine." ”

"People who are bedridden, the etiquette is not careful, and I hope that Mr. Haihan." Ji Yan said politely. For a modern person, there is a heartfelt respect for doctors.

"The king doesn't have to be polite."

Ji Dong introduced beside him: "Qi play my king, this is Mr. Qin Yueren, a divine doctor. ”

"Qin Yueren?" Ji Yan slowly muttered the name, a puzzled look appeared on his face, "Divine doctor? ”

Qin Yueren shook his head and said apologetically: "The contemptible person is just a little familiar with medicine, how dare he be a miracle doctor." ”

Ji Dong said respectfully: "Mr. is worthy of the word divine doctor." Thinking that my king fell in a pool of blood that day, he was completely angry, and the imperial doctors in the palace were helpless, saying that the gods were incurable, if it wasn't for the fact that Mr. happened to appear and took action, how could I bring my king back to life. ”

It turned out that he saved my life, and Ji Yan said with great gratitude: "Sir, great kindness, there should be a good reward in the lonely future." ”

Qin Yueren excused himself and said: "The king is the son of heaven, the blessing is profound, and he has the favor of God. ”

Ji Dong turned his head to Ji Yan and said, "I'm afraid my king doesn't know Mr. Qin very well. Mr. Qin traveled around the world, exerted his skill, countless people, all kinds of other doctors helpless incurable diseases are all cured to the disease, and the places he passes through are said to be the reincarnation of Bian Que, over time, now everyone respectfully calls him Bian Que, and no one remembers the original surname. The slave maid was originally a Zhao person, and he had heard his deeds from his hometown many years ago, so he dared to rest assured that he would heal my king that day, and he really rejuvenated. ”

Bian Que? Ji Yan was taken aback, this is the Ancient Doctor Saint Bian Que? In the past, I often saw the legend of this person in various literary works or film and television dramas, saying that gynecology, pediatrics, otolaryngology, internal medicine, and surgery are all proficient, and he is an all-round divine doctor, and he is the author of the well-known Chinese medicine classic "Difficult Scripture", which also occupies an important place in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, where hundreds of schools of thought contended for saints.

Let me see the living today, Ji Yan was excited, stared at Bian Que with wide eyes, thinking that this person seemed to have been born around 410 BC, and King Wu of Qin entered Luoyang in 307 BC, isn't it more than a hundred years old now? It doesn't look like it's ancient, it's still in good spirits, and it's steady, it's really a doctor and a sage, and there's a way to maintain health!

Wait, it seems that something is wrong, according to historical records, Bian Que should have been killed in 310 BC, saying that the imperial physician of the Qin State was jealous of his medical skills, so he sent assassins to assassinate him, it has been several years, why is he still there? Could it be that the historical data is wrong? Or did he travel here to save me?

While he was thinking nonsense, Bian Que said calmly: "The king, please stretch out your hand and allow contemptible people to cut the pulse of the king." He didn't mind Ji Yan's undignified stare at all, it was estimated that he had seen a lot of this situation, so it was not strange.

Ji Yan came back to his senses, realized his rudeness, quickly withdrew his gaze, and stretched out his hand.

At the end of the pulse cutting, Bian Que said happily: "Congratulations to the king, the pulse is powerful, smooth and gentle, and it should be no hindrance." It's just that he has lost too much blood and his body is relatively weak, so he can be cured after being prescribed by the contemptible person and taking it for ten days. The contemptible man withdrew first. After saying that, he arched his hand and was about to leave.

Just as the little waiter brought boiling water and wine and stood at the door.

Ji Yan hurriedly said: "Sir, slow down." ”

Bian Que stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

Ji Yan asked, "Sir, don't you need to look at the wound?" ”

Bian Que smiled slightly: "The king has a good complexion, a loud voice, and a stable pulse, so why do you need to check the affected area again, just like a leaf falling and knowing autumn." The king's wound has been properly bandaged, and disassembling it at will will cause accidents, as long as you take the medicine on time, and remove the bandaging when the wound is no longer painful. ”

Ji Yan had to nod in agreement: "Thank you, sir, Ji Dong sent Mr. on behalf of the orphan." ”

When Ji Dong walked out with Bian Que, Ji Yan called the little waiter at the door, asked him to bring boiling water and wine and put them on the small table next to the collapse, and instructed him to help him untie the strip of cloth tied to his head.

The little maid knelt down in fear and said, "Slave, how dare the slave!" There are only two of the imperial doctors in the palace who are qualified to treat my king. ”

Ji Yan scolded with a smile: "Whoever asked you to help me diagnose and treat, just help me remove the bandaged strip of cloth." ”

"Slaves don't dare." The little waiter was about to cry in a hurry.

Ji Yan was depressed, he couldn't do this little thing, this feudal society where all evil etiquette comes first! Another point is that he knows that he should call himself "Lonely", but he is always not used to it, and he has already said "I" several times just now. Called lonely, lonely, very individual? Isn't it kingly?

"Look at how scared my king is of this child." Wang Ding's elegant and atmospheric voice came from the door, thinking that he had come back from washing and changing.

Ji Yan turned her head to look, only to see that she was wearing a golden phoenix crown on her head, her red steps swayed lightly, she was wearing a light blue exhibition clothes, her hands were held together in front of her chest, her wide sleeves were slightly rippling like a gentle lake, and there were gold-inlaid tear-shaped jade earrings hanging on her earlobes on both sides.

Muyi's world is probably like this, Ji Yan was stunned for a while.

Wang Ding came to the collapse and knelt down and asked softly, "What's the matter?" ”

Ji Yan smiled bitterly: "I asked him to help me unpack the bandage, such a trivial matter, but he didn't dare." ”

"Don't move. My king's daughter's body is seriously injured, how can he let a little chamberlain touch it. Wang Ding said with a smile.

"I'm going to unwrap the bandage, clean the wound with wine, and then change it into a boiled band."

"Cleaning wounds? Bang Band? Wang Ding asked confusedly.

"Hey! I can't tell you clearly, I'll do it myself. ”

Ji Yan was about to unpack and bandage as he spoke, but Wang Ding hurriedly held down his hand and said, "What does my king want?" The doctor really doesn't understand the matter of the doctor, but my king won't know more than the child, so it's good to call the doctor over? ”

"It's a nuisance. Okay, call Imperial Physician Chen over. Ji Yan said helplessly.

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