It's night, East Palace.

Shi Xia knelt at Qi Changrong's feet, frowned, and carefully checked her pulse.

The more she put it, the tighter her brows wrinkled, she withdrew her hand for a long time, and said softly: "Your Highness's injury has not fully recovered, the injury is in the heart, there is too much blood loss, qi and blood deficiency, internal qi is insufficient, and the thinking is too heavy......"

In the end, Shixia concluded, "You need to recuperate." ”

After finishing speaking, Shi Xia raised his head and unconsciously stared at the position where Qi Changrong was injured.

Few people knew about that injury, and even if the East Palace needed medicinal materials during this time, they were trying to buy them from outside the palace without going through the Tai Hospital.

If he passed by the Imperial Doctor's Office, it wouldn't be long before the news of the East Palace's injury would spread.

At that time, the situation will be very unfavorable for Qi Changrong.

Qi Changrong pulled down his sleeves to cover his wrists, and his eyebrows and eyes revealed a sense of peace.

Yucheng's injury is fundamentally injured.

But she didn't take it seriously.

"If you want to kneel alone, how long can you last?"

Shi Xia was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "With His Royal Highness's body, it is better to recuperate......

As soon as he was halfway through the words, he saw Qi Changrong, who was originally looking at the door, move his gaze and look at her quietly, as if there was nothing in his eyes, and he was cold.

A chill rose from his spine, and Shi Xia was frightened, so he hurriedly bowed his head and replied: "Please forgive Your Highness, the slave really can't calculate." ”

Shi Xia had a bitter face, and he didn't know how to explain it.

Her Highness had never asked such an embarrassing question, and she was not a god, how could she deduce it?

Besides, why would Your Highness ask such a question?

What does not kneel, she is the prince of the East Palace, and only His Majesty can make him kneel.

Shi Xia frowned tightly, and he couldn't think of a reason even though he wanted to break his head.

Qi Changrong's gaze faded.

She seemed to be able to feel a faint pain in her chest, such a self could not afford the future plan.

The green white fingertips brushed the well-textured sandalwood beads, and Qi Changrong said slowly: "I remember that you have a medicine that can stimulate people's potential. ”

Shi Xia was stunned, and immediately understood what Qi Changrong meant, and explained hesitantly: "That medicine is still in the experimental stage, and it has a great reaction after using it. ”

"To Lone."

Shixia: "......"

"Two."

Shixia: "......"

That's what it means to be undeniable.

Sensing the atmosphere that had suddenly become strange due to the long silence, Shi Xia took a deep breath, tremblingly took out a white porcelain vase from the hidden pocket in his sleeve, handed it in the direction of Qi Changrong, and kowtowed:

"Your Highness, this medicine can only be used in critical moments, and it will cause irreversible damage to the body after use, please think twice."

As soon as the words fell, Qi Changrong didn't seem to hear the reminder and warning in Shi Xia's words, and really poured out two black pills from the white porcelain bottle, and carefully wrapped them in a handkerchief.

Qi Changrong put the handkerchief wrapped in the pill in his dark sleeve and put it away, and said with his eyebrows: "Go back and rest, don't leave the East Palace if you have nothing to do these days." ”

Although I don't know what His Highness means, but for His Highness's reminder, Shi Xia has always taken it to heart, and Wen Yan has never hesitated for a moment, and should claim that it is.

"Slave obedience."

……

On October 26, when the temperature dropped suddenly, and a faint mist shrouded the night sky, the watchman wore a thin jacket and struck two gongs and drums, and he had to put his hands into the thick sleeves to warm up.

"It's snowing heavily, and it's cold at night, pay attention to adding or subtracting clothes——"

With the sound of gongs and drums, the sound of the watchman spread out together, far away inside and outside the street.

In between speaking, a layer of white mist spat out of his mouth, which was fleeting in the cold night sky.

The snow came without warning, and when the watchmen were finally able to go home, the snow was more than a foot thick, and a pit would appear on the ground if you stepped on it.

He walked home along the road, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow.

At the beginning of the hour, it was dark and cloudy, and the goose-feather snow was still falling from the sky, making the snowdrifts on the streets thicker and thicker, and it never stopped for a moment.

The big mansion made of blue walls and red tiles lit a bright lamp, as if it had finally woken up.

The heavy door of the house was opened from the inside, and a crack opened in the surface of the red board, and as the gap grew larger, a vague figure appeared behind the door.

The man was carrying a lantern and holding an oil umbrella painted with green bamboo, standing quietly in the snow.

When the door is opened, the scene behind the door can be seen clearly.

Everyone stood solemnly on both sides of the door, leaving an unobstructed avenue in the middle, just enough for the person holding the green bamboo umbrella to pass through.

Zhou Shiren was guarding the door in a thick jacket, and when the man stepped forward over the steps, he handed over two drumsticks that had been prepared for a long time and tied with red silk, and said with a smile: "I heard that luck will be excellent when it snows at the beginning of every year, and I hope the general will return triumphantly." ”

Zhou Shiren's voice was very soft, as if it would be covered in the snow with the wind and snow, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The drumsticks delivered everyone's expectations.

Jun Chen lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to take it.

He raised his eyes and saw that all the old people of the Junfu were gathered here, they were all old wounded, and they were no longer as majestic as when they were young, and a few of them even had to bend their waists because they had been tortured by illness all year round.

It is said that it is old, weak, sick and disabled, but it is nothing more than that.

These are the 'tragic people' who know the truth but can't say it, they have lived a muddy life for more than ten years, and life and death have long been put aside, but now there is a rekindled fire in everyone's eyes.

They knew what Junchen was going to do, and they knew that it would be the hardest battle to fight.

There is no turning back when you open the bow, and if you lose, you may overturn if you are not careful.

But no one hesitated, they were ready to fight, ready with the sharpest weapons in the world, eager to rush forward.

"Guard the house well, and wait for General Ben to come back in triumph."

This was said to Zhou Shiren.

After he left, only Zhou Shiren had the ability to protect the monarch's family.

After finishing speaking, without giving everyone a chance to respond to the instructions, Junchen turned around, stepped on the remnants of the night, and walked forward in the heavy snow in the excitement and worry of Junmen.

Looking at Junchen's disappearing back, Zhou Shiren shook his hand.

Everything is in plain sight.

After perceiving Junchen's destination, the corner of Yu Lao's mouth, who was hiding in the corner of the alley, raised a wry smile, and the old man's voice was gradually swallowed up by the night.

"Prince Donggong, you really got me into a lot of trouble."

"That's it, that's it."

Junchen put the oil lamp bamboo umbrella at the bottom, held the drumstick wrapped in red silk in both hands, and slowly raised his steps and walked to the snow-covered steps.

As I took a step, the fluffy layer of snow creaked, cracked apart, and fell down the wooden steps.

A moment later, Junchen came to the grievance drum.

The last rays of night on the horizon finally faded, revealing the world after the snowy night.

The whole of Shangjing was snow-white.

"Ah, it's snowing."

"It's snowing, no wonder it was so cold last night."

"It's cold, it's cold, Ruixue is a good year, it seems that next year will be another bumper year."

……

With the cheers and discussions of the people, the immature laughter of the children, and the eagerness to build a snowman in front of the house, Junchen also picked up the drumstick and knocked it down without hesitation.

With a 'bang', the relaxed and joyful atmosphere brought about by the first snow was instantly dispersed.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the grievance redress platform.

After a while, the good deeds gradually gathered around the grievance platform.

After a while, layer after layer of people surrounded the bottom, like the tightest barrier, they all looked up.

"In the past few years, I didn't necessarily see someone knock on the grievance drum once, but this year it's the second time."

"Yes, most of those who dare to beat the drum of grievances are extremely wronged, but I don't know which minister will be dragged into the water this time."

"If corrupt officials and corrupt officials are pulled into the water, we can still step on two feet, and it can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people."

"yes, let's wait and see."

Some people sighed, and some people echoed.

Recalling the last time the Pu Ting case caused an uproar in Shangjing, on the day of Pu Ting's execution, hundreds of people threw rotten vegetable leaves, stones, and rotten eggs at him.

You can also understand the indignation of the people against the darkness, even if they die, they will not let people die cleanly.

Enduring the bitter cold, even some people had snow on their shoulders, and they didn't see them move half a step, at most they shared an umbrella with the people next to them.

The drums grew more and more intense, and countless resentments mixed with it.

A person with excellent eyesight happened to see the face of the person who was beating the drum of grievances, and instantly gasped, and said in horror:

"It's the Great General!"

"It's the general of the Jun family!"

As soon as these words came out, in an instant, everyone's eyes seemed to be glued to the grievance platform, and they couldn't wait to poke a hole in the person above with their eyes.

The iconic red dress fluttered in the wind and snow, and his handsome and hearty face flickered with his drumming movements.

The momentum of that body, who else could it be if it wasn't Junchen?

Thinking of the rumors in Beijing recently, someone immediately reacted and said with emotion: "It seems that the case of Junmen ten years ago really has an inside story." ”

"Yes, I'll just say that Junmen is wronged! That 'guilty book' could never have been innocent. ”

"yes, but we don't count, we still have to investigate the matter from the beginning."

That being said, most people have already made up their minds.

The older ones almost had red eyes.

They had seen the prosperity of the monarch's family, so now they feel even more sad.

If it weren't for the inside story, as the only heir of Jun Chen, how could Jun Chen stand in front of the grievance platform and beat the grievance drum fearlessly?

Once the drum is beating, nothing stops.

"General, I believe that the monarch is wronged! General, you must give justice to the monarch! ”

"My Shengshi Junmen of the Great Jin Dynasty should not be covered with dust!"

In the crowd, I don't know who shouted such a sentence at the top of his voice, and it spread far away through the wind and snow.

Those who were older, thinking back to the grand occasion of the monarch in the past, choked up for a while.

When the monarch was prosperous, the people were stable, and the nations did not dare to offend.

But now, chaos is raging, and the filth between countries is accumulating deeper day by day, and in such a situation, the combat strength of a country is particularly important.