Chapter 10 Diagnose Chu Jun's pulse
Zhen Qiang took out the letter, and then put the letter that Chu Junmo had written just now, pressed the switch, the carved wooden box slowly closed, took out the jade plate, and the carved wooden box disappeared in front of him.
And the wall is intact, as if the scene was an illusion.
Chu Jun looked at the letter handed by Zhen Qiang expressionlessly, and after reading it, he gently threw the paper up, and the moment his palm was unfolded, the letter instantly turned into ashes, merging with the dust in the air.
Mu Tong on the side kept his head down, not daring to look at Chu Junmo, and hurriedly knelt down.
In an instant, a powerful coercion crushed him like Mount Tai overwhelming, beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks, and he held his hands on the ground stiffly, not daring to make a trace of movement.
I don't know how long it took, Chu Jun snorted coldly, and the invisible power on Mu Tong's body disappeared instantly, and he fell to the ground suddenly, "Thank you for the master's grace not to kill!" β
Those of them who have been with their masters since childhood know the habits of their masters, and disobeying their masters' orders is just a small punishment and a big precept.
"You have been by the king's side for many years, you should know the king's temperament, and dare to disobey the king's order, what kind of ecstasy soup did that woman pour on you? Or do you want to climb the high branch of the prince? Well? β
Mu Tong hurriedly explained: "The subordinates don't dare, the subordinates are loyal to the master, and they have no second thoughts, this time they dare to disobey the master's order and bring people in private, but they also have a trace of illusion, hoping that the master can stand up, with the master's ability, he should not succumb to a wheelchair." β
Chu Junmo sneered and looked at his legs, "So many people have nothing to do, just her little female stream?" Mu Tong, you are the commander of the king's guards, but you are just a trick of the Jianghu warlocks to deceive you, and even you have been fooled? Are you looking away? Or did the king look away? β
"But the master also gave her a trace of trust, so he brought her back from outside the city at that time."
Chu Junmo: "......"
The sound insulation effect of the library pavilion is excellent, Yue Qingran has no idea what is happening inside the door, staring at the ants in the corner boredly, hearing the movement of the door opening behind her, she immediately jumps.
Seeing that familiar face, Yue Qingran, who was asking for help, clearly wrote the word 'flattering' on her face, "Oh, Lord Wang, you are finally willing to see me." β
When his eyes turned to Mu Tong, who was soaked in clothes, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, "Guard Mu is this?" β
Chu Junmo interrupted Yue Qingran in annoyance. "This king will give you a quarter of an hour, if you can't see the problem, today, don't think about going straight out of the palace safely."
Yue Qingran smiled indifferently, "The prince can rest assured, if you are not sure, I will not ask to come to the door." β
"It's best to do so, if you don't have that ability, this king will be kind enough to inform the people of the general's palace to prepare the coffin."
Yue Qingran was not annoyed when she heard this, "That prince is much kinder than my uncle and aunt." β
Is it kind? It's the first time in more than 20 years that someone has used the word kindness to describe him, which is a bit ridiculous.
She stepped forward and looked at Chu Junmo's arm, "Lord Wang, please." β
He bared his wrists and rested his hands on the armrests.
Yue Qingran was stunned when she saw this, and looked around uncertainly, "The prince is here?" β
"Any questions?"
"No, no." Yue Qingran hurriedly shook her head, walked to Chu Junmo's side and squatted down, put her fingers on his wrist, and felt it carefully, looking extremely serious.
She frowned and pondered, "Please also ask the prince to change his other hand!" β
In modern times, Yue Qingran is a dual cultivation of Chinese and Western medicine, overcoming many incurable diseases that even academicians of the academy are helpless, and the attainments of traditional Chinese medicine are also among the best in the country; But Chu Junmo's illness, she saw it for the first time.
Yue Qingran took a step back and squatted down after checking her pulse, "I still need to look at the legs of the prince." β
Chu Junmo's face instantly became gloomy, "Are you looking for death?" β
Yue Qingran was not afraid at all, her clear eyes were frighteningly bright, and she met Chu Junmo's gaze directly, "Lord Wang, you have to be clear that this is not only a chance for me, but also your last chance." β
The four eyes were facing each other, and the air was still for a long time, so long that she thought that Chu Junmo was going to slap her to death, only to hear Chu Junmo's 'um' from his mouth and nose.
The heart she lifted finally let go back, and she reached out to open Chu Junmo's hem.
"You'd better really have some skills, otherwise, this king will let you know what is called sinister in the world."
Yue Qingran was speechless and asked the sky, won't this guy say anything else except to intimidate others? For example, bounty or something.
It's not that she's greedy for money, it's that the general's mansion hasn't been taken back yet, she doesn't have any sons, and she still has her younger brother and a yard of people to feed, and she has to think of some ways to make money later.
Rolling Chu Junmo's trouser leg up, her face became heavier and heavier, and she pinched a few places with her hands, "Do you have any consciousness here?" β
Chu Junmo's eyes never took his eyes off Yue Qingran's sallow little face, from the moment she lifted his trouser leg, as long as her face showed any disgust or other expression, he could immediately take her life.
But her reaction was unexpected, not the slightest disgust or intimidation, but extremely serious.
"Huh? Rajah? Seeing that Chu Junmo didn't respond for a long time, Yue Qingran asked again.
Chu Jun covered his lips and coughed lightly, turning his head to the side. "No, no."
Yue Qingran nodded, looking at Chu Junmo's atrophied calves, "Actually, if you can, the prince should not sit in a wheelchair for a long time, he should walk around more and exercise the muscles in his legs." β
But how would she know that Chu Junmo was also reluctant to sit like this when he was young, and often let the palace people help him, or use the simple crutches made by the Tai Hospital to exercise and walk.
But he was often ridiculed by those hateful subordinates, and even his mother thought him a disgrace, and since then, he has spent a lot of money to build a wooden wheelchair, and he has never stood up again.
However, it was impossible for Chu Junmo to tell her.
Seeing that Chu Jun was silent, Yue Qingran didn't care, and tried to tap Chu Junmo's knee, but as expected, there was no knee reflex.
While pressing several acupuncture points on his legs, the Yongquan acupoint, the Zhaohai acupoint and the Taixi acupoint, while the inspection action on his hand did not stop, and after a while, a thin layer of fine sweat had already appeared on Yue Qingran's forehead.
She rolled up her sleeves and wiped the sweat away, without lifting her head, and continued with the movements of her hands.
"I heard that you and my imperial nephew have been married since childhood?"
"Huh?" Yue Qingran didn't expect Chu Junmo to ask like this, raised her head, and crashed straight into Chu Junmo's eyes, and the roots of her ears turned red.
Hurriedly lowered his head to avoid his eyes, how could this man look better than a woman? Much better looking than those modern plastic surgery stars.
Some unnatural answers, "Yes!" β
In fact, she subconsciously didn't want to have anything to do with the prince, it seems that this marriage contract is still a troublesome matter, and she has to find a way to withdraw the marriage.
"Oh?" Chu Junmo played with the jade pendant on his waist, "Then according to the seniority, you still have to call the king uncle with the crown prince." β
Although Chu Junmo is only a few years older than Yue Qingran, if in terms of generation, Yue Qingran, as the prince's fiancΓ©e, does have to call the emperor's uncle, but shouldn't that be a matter after marriage? What's more, neither she nor the original owner is interested in the prince, and the original owner also has a sweetheart.
Before Yue Qingran could reply, Chu Junmo raised his eyebrows dangerously, "In this case, the name of the future crown princess should be better in front of the prince than in front of this king, why do you go to this king for the near and far?" β
Yue Qingran smiled, "I know that I am not worthy of the prince, and the prince does not want to look at me more, and he has never cared about my affairs, if he asks for the prince's mansion, he may not even be able to enter the gate, but he will also be ruthlessly humiliated, why bother?" β
Chu Junmo raised his eyebrows, "Listening to your tone, are you not very satisfied with this marriage given by the imperial brother?" β