Those Years In Quest Of Honour Mine

The hidden worries that had been buried in Zhong Wan's heart for many years were stirred up by Tang Ming. Together with the remaining poison in his body, he began to crusade this body. After a bowl of medicine went down, it just raised the soup to stop boiling. Zhong Wan didn't get better, half an hour later, The burnt fainted.

Since coming to Beijing, Zhong Wan has been very concerned about it. For fear of delaying things when he is sick, every time a sign of illness is a little bit ill, he hastily drank the medicine and pressed it down. The pressure was too much, and the pain accumulated in the body repeatedly. Now finally Found the exit, a vigorous attack began.

After Yu She fed Zhong Wan a piece of candy, she sat aside and didn’t eat dinner. After waiting for two sticks of incense, she realized something was wrong. A few steps out of the bedroom, she called the imperial physician. Yu She was suspicious and doubted what he had done before. There was a problem with the bowl of medicine, I ordered someone to check the dregs of medicine, and then sent someone to invite other imperial physicians of the Imperial Hospital. After half an hour, several imperial doctors took turns to diagnose Zhong Wan's pulse. After discussing for a while, they came out to explain to Yu She.

Yu She said coldly: "What do you mean? If you can't cure it first, let him burn like this?"

The imperial physician talked about the medical theory of stubborn teeth for a long time, and carefully persuaded: "It is not necessarily a bad thing to happen. Master Zhong is not very good, medicine is poisonous, and every time he has a slight pain, he will use tiger and wolf medicine to press down. Put all the wind evil in your body, even if you can barely deal with it this time, after a month and a half, you will relapse after a little carelessness. It is better to simply use mild medicine to make him have an attack."

Yu She looked at the imperial doctor distrustfully, and the steward Feng on the side persuaded: "My son, we don't understand this. Let's listen to the imperial doctor."

The imperial doctor was afraid that Yu She was too much, and said: "Naturally, you can do it faster."

Yu She's eyes were dark, "How long does it take to cure quickly? How long does it take to cure slowly?"

The imperial physician lowered his head, "It's better to get better in three or five days. Slow, ranging from ten days to one month."

Yu She hesitated.

Xuan Jin’s coffin has been sent to the imperial mausoleum. The funeral has passed. The people of Qian'an will be able to leave in a few days. Should Zhong Wan leave?

This procrastinated treatment is endless, can he still make it back to Qian'an?

Zhong Wan had said before that he would not return to Qian'an for the time being after the funeral, but only once mentioned that he had just been pitted by Xuan Qiong, would he want to leave again?

If Zhong Wan wanted to leave, Yu She would not keep him.

Yu She was cruel and said in a deep voice: "Quick..."

"Second son." Steward Feng interrupted Yu She, winking at the imperial doctor, and the imperial doctor retired, and Steward Feng said, "Let's listen to Master Zhong himself."

Yu She frowned, "What can he know if he is so sick?"

"Cure slowly is not incurable. The imperial physician just said that it can be like cooling a child's fever. Without medication, first give Master Zhong acupuncture and moxibustion. It is estimated that Master Zhong will be able to wake up tomorrow." I know that the son does not want to delay Master Zhong's return to Qian'an, but none of us knows whether he wants to leave or not? If he dies and does not leave, wouldn’t he suffer for nothing? The son doesn’t have to be suspicious of being a doctor, because he has been waiting for you since childhood. Yes, your wealth and life are in your hands. Who dares not to be dedicated? Slowly curing is purely the kindness of doctors. Isn’t it good to be able to have business earlier? It’s not because Master Zhong’s body is not good and he doesn’t want to take heavy medicine. Treat him? And..."

Steward Feng poked at the softest place in Yu She's heart: "These imperial doctors are all national players. Master Zhong has no such shop after he has passed this village. When he returns to Qian'an, where can he find such a good imperial doctor? Let alone acupuncture, I guess there is not even one who can write a good prescription, otherwise, how could Master Zhong ruin his body like this for so many years? There must be no good doctor over there!"

Yu She was taken aback and hesitated.

Steward Feng took advantage of the victory, and then said: "The best imperial physicians and the best medicinal materials are all here. Don't you really want to treat Master Zhong?"

Yu She was upset, "Let them go to acupuncture! Wait for him... when he wakes up, listen to his own."

Steward Feng was overjoyed and went there.

Yu She gave the order. The doctors didn't delay any more, and prepared a little bit. Yaotong took a few pots of charcoal fire to Zhong Wan's house, warmed the bedroom, and then removed Zhong Wan's clothes.

Yu She had been in Zhong Wan's house, Feng Guanjia did not dare to persuade him to go, before the needle, Yu She ordered the people to put down the curtain.

The imperial physician who gave the needle was quite confused. There was not even a girl waiting in the room. What was it doing?

The imperial doctor did not dare to ask more. After putting the curtain down, he wiped his hands and began to perform acupuncture. Yu She turned his back.

From beginning to end, Yu She never turned around and took a look. He stood alive for an hour. After the imperial physician acupuncture and moxibustion, he covered the quilt for Zhong before turning around, and stepped forward and touched Zhong Wan's forehead.

Sure enough, the heat dropped a little.

Zhong Wan was still asleep, the imperial physician lowered her voice and said, "If you wake up in the middle of the night, you can feed some rice porridge, but don't feed it too much. You will see what kind of medicine you are using after checking your pulse."

Yu She nodded and sent the imperial doctor out.

The charcoal basin in the house was removed, leaving only a small stove with a small pot on top of which was simmering rice porridge.

Yu She let all the servants go down, and he sat alone on the head of Zhong Wan's bed, staying up all night.

The next morning, when the sky was getting light, Zhong Wan finally opened his eyes. He was sore and burnt all over. When he woke up, he felt that his limbs were broken, and he couldn't help but gasp. Yu She got up and went out of the house. Came to check his pulse, and went back to his hospital to wash himself.

After Yu She washed and changed his clothes, Steward Feng chased him, Yu She's heart moved, and he tried his best to remain calm, "What did he say?"

Steward Feng tried his best to pretend to be more natural, but his eyes were already a little bit of joy, "Master Zhong said, I have to trouble the doctor and heal slowly."

Yu She threw the silk in his hand into the water basin and let out a long sigh, "Then treat it slowly."

Zhong Wan woke up, but Yu She didn't go to his courtyard anymore. Yu She was punished to think behind closed doors in the mansion, so he really picked up the piles of official duties and thought about it while cooking. The old eunuchs who came to see him in the palace secretly understood him. How did the Yu Xiao Wangye suddenly change his sex?

Two days later, Zhong Wan became ill better, and he could eat when he was able to go to the ground. Yu She didn't feel relieved a little bit, and found Zhong Wan's acupuncture doctor that day.

The imperial physician asked Yu She to withdraw from everyone, and Yu She's heart sank.

Yu She was faintly disturbed, "Is he on fire again? Or is he seriously ill again?"

"That's not true." The doctor hurriedly said, "Young Master Zhong's body has improved again, and the world doesn't have to worry about it, but...just because the young master is getting better, the pulse diagnosis is something wrong."

Yu She asked: "What's wrong?"

The imperial physician was also puzzled: "The first two days Master Zhong had a severe fever, and we can only see the wind and cold. We also treated it according to the wind and cold. After the high fever subsided, we checked the pulse again and found that Master Zhong was still a bit old. For symptoms, doctors dare not listen to others, but since the elder son wants us to take care of Master Zhong slowly, we have to ask, Master Zhong... but what kind of poison has he been caught?"

Yu She's eyes darkened, and he tried his best to calmly said: "What poison?"

"I don't know, we just asked Master Zhong. Master Zhong said that he is in poor health. He has been taking medicine intemperately over the years and accumulated surplus poison in his body, but..." The doctor raised his head and carefully glanced at Yu She's face and continued. "But as far as we checked the pulse, it was obviously that we had taken poison a few years ago. This... I don't know if Master Zhong is clear, we dare not say more, we can only ask Wen Shi Zi."

Yu She's face seemed to sink in water, "He said he took medicine and it must be clear."

Yu She had long felt that something was wrong. Zhong Wan was so healthy when he was young. Why did he become a sick child after so many years? Even if the water and soil are not satisfied, how are the children of King Ning?

He has been poisoned.

Who did it?

Can Zhong Wan be willing to be killed and still defend the poisoned people?

Yu She closed his eyes, concealing his killing intent, "Can it be cured?"

The imperial doctor paused for a moment and said, "It can be cured."

Without waiting for Yu She to be relieved, the imperial physician said again: "It's just that you should take the medicine slowly, and it will take a long time to slowly discharge the remaining poison. This is not a trivial effort, and you must also consider the medicine. The medicine... It's hard to find and expensive."

Yu She breathed a sigh of relief, and said lightly: "Cure, tell the housekeeper about the lack of medicinal materials, I will definitely get it."

The imperial doctor nodded hurriedly: "That's good."

The imperial doctor retired, Yu She held the pen, and after sitting in the study for a long time, he washed the pen on the table to pieces.

"Master, you really..." The surprise came too soon, and the steward Feng Xi diligently asked Zhong Wan, "Really not leaving now?"

Zhong Wan lost weight after being ill. He drank the medicine that Steward Feng had just sent, and licked his lips, "Why is the medicine prescribed by the doctor so weak? It's not too bitter... When is it? I really don’t leave. Didn’t I say it before?"

"Where do you dare to believe it?" Steward Feng sighed, "but...I'm afraid that the world will not be able to say."

Steward Feng laughed dryly: "For two days, the prince only stayed in his yard and didn't speak. I don't know what he was so bored. I'm afraid he has gotten into the horns again, so I have to send you away."

Zhong Wan looked down and gave a wry smile: "He..."

Steward Feng sat anxiously, "I never listen to other people's things that the son of the world decides. I don't even dare to persuade them."

Zhong Wan drank the medicine and felt a little bit more energetic. He thought about it, his eyes lit up, and he waved, "I'll think of a way for you. You do this first, you find someone who knows ventriloquism, and then find some wax. ..."

Zhong Wan whispered to Steward Feng for a while, Steward Feng looked at Zhong Wan with a weird expression, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and went to make arrangements.

That night, Yu She was lying on her bed with bloodshot eyes.

I originally thought that sending Zhongwan back to Qian'an would be the best result. If he could win by luck in the future, if he wanted to come back, he would naturally come back. If he died in the future turmoil, it would be fine.

But now, Qian'an is not a safe place.

Who on earth poisoned him?

Why poison?

Why didn't Zhong Wan tell herself anything?

Did he want to stay because he wanted to stay, or was he just repaying his favor to King Ning?

The more doubts in Yu She's heart, the more he hates Zhongwan. He hates him for nothing. He said that he hated himself for coveting for a while, stepping by mistake, stepping into the dilemma.

Yu She's heart was agitated, his teeth creaked, and he endured desperately.

Just when Yu She was about to fall ill again, he suddenly heard a strange movement outside the window.

assassin?

Yu She sneered, there were many generals in the mansion, if he could mix an assassin in his courtyard, it would be considered capable.

court death.

Yu She got up, picked up the bedside sword, and just walked to the window, suddenly heard a few whimpers outside, like... some beast's cry.

While Yu She hesitated, the beast outside suddenly screamed loudly--

"Zhong Wan can't go! Zhong Wan can't go! Zhong! Wan! No! Can! Go!!!"

Yu She: "..."

Yu She's hand holding the saber trembled slightly, instinctively doubting himself first.

Is this... completely crazy?

Yu She looked at his hands in disbelief and hesitated back to the bed.

After turning the sky, Yu She, who had been howling by the unknown beast all night, sat at the table with blue eyes, still in self-doubt, not sober.

Stealer Feng tiptoed to the table and whispered: "Is the elder son slept well?"

Yu She was stunned, and subconsciously said, "Tea..."

Steward Feng was eager for this sound, and he was busy bringing the tea cup. He trembled and couldn't hold it firmly. The tea cup was poured on the table, and the cup poured tea...

Steward Feng pointed to the table in amazement, "Shizi! Look!!!"

Yu She turned his head and looked at the table, only to see the tea splashed over the table, but the tea was so spiritual, avoiding the strokes, and a few words appeared faintly: Zhong, Wan, No, Can, Go.

Yu She's expression was stiff, and he couldn't speak for a long while.

Yu She closed his eyes, tried his best not to think about whether he was crazy or the world is crazy, and got into the study.

At noon, Yu She, who had finally calmed down, let out a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to get up, Steward Feng rushed into the study with a shocked face holding a bloody dead fish outside.

Yu She: "...what's wrong?"

Steward Feng held the dead fish in horror, and stammered: "Shizi! The fish was slaughtered under the kitchen, thinking about stewing the fish soup for Master Zhong at noon. I didn't expect it! I went down with a knife and found it in the belly of the fish. This one!"

Steward Feng pulled out a roll of unsoaked paper from the belly of the fish and handed it to Yu She in awe.

Yu She took it numbly and opened the paper...

There are five words written on the paper: Zhong Wan can't go.

Yu She: "..."

Steward Feng was pious: "This is the heaven..."

Yu She squeezed his five fingers, crumpled the fishy paper into a ball, and squeezed it word by word from his teeth: "Go... tell Zhong Wan... I won't drive him away... and ..."

Steward Feng was overjoyed. Before he turned around, Yu She took out another copy of "Historical Records" and threw it to Steward Feng. He collapsed and said, "Let him copy the "Chen She Family" ten times! Give it to the Heart Sutra from last time. I!"