Chapter 180 Accompaniment

When the chamberlain led Peng Yizhen in, Gu Bainiang had already set up the pillow and helped King Wenjun sit down with an unconcealed fatigue.

Gu Bainiang retreated to Peng Yizhen's side, and the two knelt down together.

"You're going to heal me?" King Wenjun's gaze swept over them and asked lightly.

"Yes, the little people are brave." Peng Yi fell to the ground with a needle, and although his voice was a little trembling, it was very firm.

Gu Bainiang raised her head slightly, wanting to see King Wenjun's face, and she had already thought about what she wanted to say.

"Okay." King Wenjun said.

Peng Yizhen and Gu Bainiang raised their eyes to look at him a little out of shape, it's so simple?

"Doctor Peng, is it to diagnose the pulse or..."The clever chamberlain immediately stepped forward and asked with a smile.

Peng Yizhen came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Check the pulse." ”

King Wenjun sighed and asked them to get up, this short question and answer seemed to have exhausted his strength, and slowly closed his eyes.

The three of them held their breath and were silent, treading carefully.

Reaching out to put his hand on King Wenjun's wrist, Peng Yizhen's face became more and more ugly, and it took a long time before he let go of his hand.

"How?" The chamberlain couldn't wait to ask, and only after asking did he feel out of shape, and looked at King Wenjun carefully.

King Wenjun was still leaning on the pillow with his eyes closed, and if it weren't for the shaking of his eyelashes, it would be as if he was asleep again.

"Can it be cured?" He asked slowly.

Peng Yi's body trembled slightly.

"Xiaomin dares to give it a try." He replied with his head down.

"There must be something you already know." King Wenjun opened his eyes slightly, and his gaze swept over Gu Ba Niang.

Naturally, he said those powerful stakeholders.

Peng Yizhen had no experience in dealing with these nobles, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, but he was afraid that what he said was wrong would cause trouble for Gu Bainiang.

Should he say he knows or doesn't know?

"So, I can't have any accidents until mid-September." King Wenjun didn't ask him to answer, but continued, his eyes fell on Peng Yizhen, with no doubt.

"Yes." Peng replied hurriedly, "Xiaomin understands. ”

King Wenjun hummed, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Peng Yizhen raised his head cautiously, and said boldly: "Then please ask the county king to allow the small people to administer needles to the county king first, the county king's illness has dragged on for too long, and it really can't be delayed any longer..."

King Wenjun sighed.

"Please ..... the king of the county" Peng Yizhen lowered his head and whispered.

Hearing this, Gu Bainiang hurriedly bowed her head and retreated, standing in the study, she could see the beautifully laid out garden outside the window at a glance, but she was not in the mood to look at the scenery at this time, in fact, she had not been in the mood to enjoy the scenery since she was reborn.

After a cup of tea, Peng retreated.

"How?" Gu Bainiang asked in a low voice.

Peng wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered his voice and said, "It's hard to say...."

I knew that this thing was not so easy, and such a big cake would not fall from the sky to smash them.

"How sure are you?" After a moment of silence, Gu Bainiang asked in a low voice.

"Fifty percent.." Peng Yizhen did not hesitate.

Half....Gu Bainiang couldn't help but be surprised.

"It also includes your medicine," Peng added.

Gu Banniang's surprise was only shocked.

"Moreover, the county king's disease has been accumulated for a long time, and the dosage of medicine should be increased." Peng Yizhen said in a low voice, looking at Gu Eighteen Niang, "Gu Niangzi, how sure are you?" ”

Gu Bainiang, a few flavors of dragon and tiger soup, will naturally concoct them, but the difficulty lies in the arsenic, and it has never been a large dose, to turn such a large dose of arsenic into non-toxic, this kind of thing has not been done since ancient times.

"Twenty percent." She said slowly.

As soon as these words came out, the room fell silent.

"I think that those imperial doctors are not unaware of the county king's illness, but they just know its danger and don't mention it...."Peng Yizhen sighed softly and said in a low voice.

The hospital is full of talents and ancient books and cheats, and there is no record of incurable diseases, but there is no need to have no adventures if you are successful.

Peng Yizhen clenched his hands tightly, lowered his voice but said firmly: "No matter what kind of work in this world, strength is respected, strength, there is dignity, no strength, no fame, just like ants, and for us people, strength is not enough, we also need a chance, otherwise, even if it is a stunt, it is easy to be annihilated, and in the end it is unknown, Lao Tzu is fed up with the days of being looked down upon, and Lao Tzu is out this time." ”

There was a frenzy in his eyes, which brightened his otherwise plain and even somewhat ugly face.

Gu Bainiang smiled, since stepping into the Wenjun Palace, they had cut off all retreats, only to move forward.

Footsteps interrupted their conversation, and the chamberlain stepped out.

"Gu Niangzi, Doctor Peng, you have to live in this garden these days..."The chamberlain said in a low voice, "In the entire county king's mansion, there are only three people who know about this, so just in case, you must not leave here for half a step..."

They had expected this when they came, so they nodded yes.

"My surname is Huang...", the waiter introduced himself with a smile.

"Lord Huang...."The two of them were busy giving gifts.

"Don't dare, don't dare, just call Lao Huang'er..."He said with a smile.

Of course he just talked, and they just listened.

"Although no one can enter this garden without the permission of the county king, but just in case, the two of you still have to pretend..."Huang Neishou said while looking at Peng Yipin, looking at his body, it is impossible to pretend to be an inner waiter, "Doctor Peng pretended to be a handyman who cleaned the yard..."

Peng Yizhen nodded naturally.

"As for Gu Niangzi," Huang Nei's maid Mimi smiled, and the smile made Gu Eighteen Niang a little hairy, "I wronged you to be a maid..."

"Lord Huang is serious..."Gu Banniang hurriedly bowed her head and saluted.

"I hope that this time the king of the county can turn evil into good fortune..."Huang Neizhi's eyes swept over the two, and he said softly with a trace of sadness about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

"Definitely." Gu Bainiang said suddenly.

"Yes, it will." Peng Yizhen also said.

A sense of pride spreads indoors, dispelling the depression of late autumn and early winter.

Peng Yizhen's family set off for their hometown at the same time as he entered the Wenjun Palace, and did not attract anyone's attention to the disappearance of such a small person as him.

And Gu Bainiang has lived a simple life since the Great Medicine Conference, for the sake of studying to nourish her body, so her disappearance has not caused too many people to care, of course, Xin Chaoyang is not included.

"Gu Niangzi is missing?" Hearing the return of his subordinates, Xin Chaoyang was a little surprised.

These days, because of the plague in the north, the big business of the pharmaceutical dealers has been achieved, in order to compete for the large share of the government's procurement of plague-repellent medicinal materials, he is busier than in the past, after careful planning of the business as he wished, although this kind of thing is not worth celebrating for the victorious Xin Chaoyang, but he still wants to find someone to share, in the capital to live in a foreign country, the first person who comes to his heart is the fellow villager and the great pharmacist Gu Bainiang.

"She didn't see her?" Xin Chaoyang frowned slightly, and asked again, his fingers lightly tapping on the table.

Impossible, it shouldn't be, since he stood up to show favor under the scolding of everyone in Jiankang Baohetang, although Gu Bainiang was still calm and restrained, at least he didn't brush him in face.

"The little one didn't see Gu Niangzi, it was the Lingbao girl who said it, saying that Gu Niangzi was busy with something and didn't see any guests." The subordinate hurriedly said.

In this way, Xin Chaoyang nodded, waved his hand, and retreated, sat on the bamboo chair, stretched out his hand to pick up a chess piece, and the tentacles were cold, and the girl's shallow smiling face floated in front of him, and a trace of shyness flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps....he was mistaken ...

"Young master, young master...."There is a frizzy person calling outside.

Xin Chaoyang, who was interrupted from his train of thought, put down the chess pieces and looked over.

"Young master, a letter from the eldest master." The servant took a letter and handed it over respectfully.

Xin Chaoyang took a glance and swept away, his face couldn't help but change slightly, and he suddenly buckled the letter paper on the table with his backhand.

The subordinates on the side secretly glanced at him with some curiosity.

Xin Chaoyang immediately noticed it, his expression was slightly condensed, and he waved his hand.

The subordinates didn't dare to look at it anymore, so they shrank their heads and hurriedly withdrew.

Xin Chaoyang didn't know how long he sat until he heard the sound of rain outside the window, he stood up, walked to the window, pushed the window open, and the autumn rain rushed in with thick moisture, with a slight chill.

He stood by the window, looking at the courtyard shrouded in rain and mist, there were maids holding umbrellas and laughing, and some little maids running quickly with their heads in their hands, and he stood there for a long time until he was embraced by the night.

For Xin Chaoyang, life is paved with countless choices, and the choice is a simple thing for him, but this time the things mentioned in his father's letter made him feel a little difficult for the first time.

"Actually, it's rare," he clapped his hand slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with the fact that he had spent so long distracted, "It's just a matter of weighing the pros and cons and the odds of success or failure..."

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that all the mental obstacles had disappeared.

"Someone, hold the lamp." He called.

The maids who had been waiting outside the door immediately rushed in, and the people who lit the lamps and poured tea laughed, and the deserted room suddenly came back to life.

At this time, in the Wenjun Palace, in the dark study, the rainy night in late autumn did not add a little more gloom to this place.

"Doctor Peng is really a god...."Huang Neishou whispered softly in his mouth, while neatly pouring tea for King Wenjun.

Although it was only a needle, today's King Wenjun did not fall into a coma after an hour or two as he did in the past, and he sat on the bed, a little tired from staying in a sitting position for too long.

He just took a shallow sip of tea, wet his lips, and pushed it away.

"Take the case of these days," he said suddenly, looking at the dancing candles.

"The county king can't bother now...."Gu Bainiang's voice came from the door, she was wearing the clothes of the county king's mansion maid, holding a bowl, and whispered.

"Yes, yes, the county king, with Lord Yang here, the county king can rest assured, let's take care of it...."Huang Neishou immediately said.

King Wenjun didn't speak again, and closed his eyes slightly.

"King Jun, I've taken my medicine." Gu Bainiang said, looking at the waiter on the side.

The chamberlain didn't come to take it as she expected.

"You can eat after taking medicine, right? No mistakes, not a few words," he asked.

Gu Bainiang nodded.

"Then I'll go and prepare something to eat..."The waiter said happily, and retreated at the head of Wenjun Wang.

Gu Banniang looked at the medicine bowl in her hand, and had to step forward.

"King of the county, Doctor Peng said, you have to wake up more...."She reminded euphemistically.

King Wenjun opened his eyes.

"The more tired I get, the more I feel like I want to sleep, the more I don't want to sleep...."Gu Bainiang lowered her eyes and knelt down.

"Sit." King Wenjun spoke.

It is true that there is no way to feed medicine while kneeling, Gu Banniang Xie En got up as she said and sat down slightly next to the bed.

"It's a little bitter," she said softly, glancing at King Wenjun quickly, then lowered her head again and handed over half a porcelain spoon of medicine.

The medicine spoon was slightly oblique, and King Wenjun did not move, moved his body slightly, and took the medicine.

There was no sound of it in the room, only the occasional sound of a porcelain spoon hitting the bowl, a bowl of medicine was quickly consumed, and Gu Banniang's initial nervousness and discomfort gradually faded.

After taking the last bite, she picked up a piece of candied fruit from a tray and sent it over.

King Wenjun's brows furrowed imperceptibly, hesitated slightly, and opened his mouth to eat.

After pouring tea and rinsing her mouth, the waiter finally came over with a light meal, which also broke the slight embarrassment of getting along with strangers, and Gu Bainiang breathed a sigh of relief.

She bowed and withdrew.

"Gu Niangzi, please help me pour me a cup of tea..."The waiter called her and said with a smile.

Gu Banniang responded yes and did what she said.

“… Gu Niangzi, can this vegetable king eat? "No mistakes, no skipping words.

"....Gu Niangzi, is there really no need to be taboo?" No mistakes, no word skipping.

The waiter asked questions from time to time, or asked her to help hand chopsticks and spoons, take a brocade handkerchief and other trivial matters.

The servants of the huge county palace don't know how much, but now he is the only one serving by the side of the king of Wenjun, for him, this is not only physical torture, but also mental torture.

No one to communicate, no one to speak, guarding this shocking secret, trapped in a cage not knowing whether tomorrow will be life or death.

"Of course you have to avoid eating..."Gu Bainiang opened her mouth to speak, with a shallow smile, "You can't eat pork...."

"Ah, you can't even eat pork?" Huang Neishou sighed a little exaggeratedly, glanced at King Wenjun, and saw that his expression was faint, and the tiredness in his eyes could not be hidden, but he was not tired of his noise.

"I won't be able to eat it for two years." Gu Banniang said with a smile and glanced at King Wenjun.

King Wenjun shook his head and signaled that he would not eat it.

Looking at the white porridge that only ate half a bowl of white porridge and a slightly moving side dish, Huang Neishou excitedly stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, "The king of the county hasn't eaten for a few days, the old slave, the old slave is really happy..."

Seeing him cry, Gu Bainiang felt that her nose was also sour.

A simple meal consumed more than half of King Wenjun's strength, and he leaned on the soft pillow, although his eyes were open, his spirit was already weak.

"The king of the county is tired, just lie down." Gu Bainiang said softly.

"Is that okay?" No mistakes, no word skipping. Huang Neishou had already seen that King Wenjun was holding on, and he was overjoyed when he heard this.

Gu Banniang nodded, "As long as you don't sleep." ”

"No, you don't." King Wenjun opened his mouth and refused.

It's more comfortable to lie down, and it's harder to resist sleepiness.

Gu Bainiang understood what he meant, and was silent for a moment, her eyes swept a little blankly in the room, and finally landed on the high bookshelf, and her eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Lie down, the king, I'll read to you," she said with some joy.

"Oh, what a good idea, our county king loves to read books the most, it's been a long time..."Huang Nei's servant couldn't help but be overjoyed, and halfway through his words, he felt that it was unlucky to mention that unlucky thing, so he hurriedly closed his mouth and looked at King Wenjun, "I don't know a few words for the old slave..."

Seeing the two of them eagerly inquiring, King Wenjun nodded slowly.

"The king wants to hear it?" Gu Bainiang asked.

"Whatever you want." King Wenjun replied.

Can't bother with brains, but can't be boring, Gu Bainiang thought about it, and it was easy to pull out a book of strange miscellaneous stories from the shelf, although it was a little vulgar, but it was novel.

"In the first year of Tang Zhen, Yangzhou came a...."A cool female voice sounded low in the room.

Huang Neishou turned on the lamp, looked at the woman who was kneeling on the edge of the bed holding a book and reading it carefully, and couldn't help but rub her eyes again and slowly retreated.

"....King Jun, this book says that the bottle can hold all the cows and horses, you say it's really fake, this is too strange...."

The rustling autumn rain outside the window gradually obscured the soft female voice.

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4500 words, a day off on the weekend.

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