Chapter 105

The fight between the eldest prince and the third prince gradually affected innocent people.

For example, Qu Watanabe.

He was too lazy to deal with his two brothers, so he claimed to be sick and hid in Pingguiyuan.

For a whole month, he didn't go out. He stayed in seclusion to practice questions, have different experiences, write papers on the simulator, and constantly refresh his symptoms.

There is another benefit to living in Pingguiyuan.

Shunning Palace is far away, and there are not many people to care about him. Ye Banban can be easily coaxed into doing something coquettish. Liuliu is more obedient, and usually he will not come near if he is told to do so in a coercive tone.

In this way, he can use the excuse of doing homework to stay in his room and increase his lifespan.

Ye Xiaoyuan simply began to dislike Master Fang, thinking that he had assigned too many assignments in private. He quietly went to find Eunuch Yu and asked him to whisper some advice to Emperor Chongzhao.

The next day, Emperor Chongzhao summoned Tutor Fang.

He also said worriedly, "Grandmaster, Xiaoqi's academic performance is a little poor, but you know this child has had a weak health since he was young, so you can just pay less attention to him. You can find time to give him extra lessons. Xiaoqi is still sick, so let him get better first."

Master Fang, who didn't assign any homework, said: "..."

Why do I feel like I'm being used as a shield? What on earth is the Seventh Prince secretly doing in the room?

Emperor Chongzhao said earnestly: "You plant what you like in what you grow. Since Xiaoqi is not cut out for study, if he likes to practice martial arts, just let him practice. Don't keep him busy."

Tutor Fang listened with a blank expression on his face and dealt with Emperor Chongzhao for half an hour.

Only after he repeatedly promised not to put pressure on the child did Emperor Chongzhao let him go. Before leaving, Tutor Fang looked at Emperor Chongzhao hesitantly.

The latter has very obvious dark circles under his eyes.

Your Majesty holds all the power and has to review all political affairs, no matter how big or small. However, human energy is limited and it will decline as you get older.

If this continues for a long time, it will cause immeasurable damage to the body.

Thinking of the vague talk about establishing a crown prince in the court, Fang Taifu didn't say much, but just said, "Your Majesty, take care of yourself."

Emperor Chongzhao: "Please give Xiaoqi less pressure. If he gets better, I will have less worries."

Taifu Fang: "..."

The old man raised his beard and went to the prince's residence with his hands behind his back.

He wanted to see what the Seventh Prince was doing in the room and whether he was really sick.

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Pingguiyuan.

The courtyard was filled with the smell of medicine.

The vegetable garden in the front yard seemed to be wilted by the smell and could not even lift its head.

Yi Twelve was sitting on a small stool beside the vegetable garden in a daze, while Ye Xiaoyuan was decocting medicine in the kitchen.

Imperial Physician Yang just left with his medicine box, looking worried - God, why did the Seventh Prince's condition change so quickly, changing into something completely different in just five or six days? He was going crazy writing prescriptions like this.

I will never study medicine in my next life.

Don't meet the Seventh Prince when you study medicine.

This was the scene that Master Fang saw when he entered the courtyard. He coughed twice and asked, "Is the Seventh Prince here?"

Ye Xiaoyuan came out of the kitchen, and stabbed the old man in the heart. He smiled and said, "Yes, I'm doing my homework in the study."

Taifu Fang: "..."

He smiled and said, "Hey, I just came to see Your Highness the Seventh Prince to see if Your Highness has misunderstood my meaning. I don't have that much homework left."

Ye Xiaoyuan then knocked on the door of Qu Watanabe's room, "Your Highness, Master Fang is here."

Qu Watanabe: "Oh, come in!"

Master Fang pushed the door open and saw Qu Dubian in the small study separated from his bedroom. "Master, I'm here."

He sat at his own small table, looking a little pale and sick, thinner, and taller after not seeing him for a month. As soon as they met, Fang Taifu's heart was relieved by him using him as a shield, and he frowned slightly, "What's wrong with you this month? You've been sick repeatedly."

"If you are sick, just take a good rest. What are you doing?"

Qu Dubian spread out the paper on the table. His fingers were well-proportioned, but because he was still in the growth stage, his fingertips were thin and pointed. This was not the point, the point was the red spots on the back of his wrist.

There are still some scratches, which looks a bit scary.

Master Fang grabbed his wrist and asked, "What is this?"

Qu Dubian glanced at it and said, "Oh, is this rubella or urticaria? These red spots just appeared, and they were so itchy that I couldn't help scratching them."

The 100% second-level simulation was really unbearable. If it weren't for the unpleasant smell of blood, he would have scratched it until it bled.

Fortunately, he didn’t have it on his face, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to see anyone now.

Qu Duanbian said with a smile: "Master, please don't touch me. I can't help it. It's itchy."

Master Fang gently let go of his hand, "Alas, your body is really..."

He knew the Seventh Prince's true level and ability. Except for his poor handwriting, he was extremely intelligent in other areas and could understand things quickly. How could he be so fragile?

Qu Dubian swung his sleeves down, and after he could no longer see the scratches on his hands, he said, "Master, do you want to see me for something?"

This time Master Fang remembered and snorted. He looked around to see if there was anyone around and said, "I didn't give you any homework. What are you doing in your room?"

"The formula for the scented powder."

"face powder?"

Qu Watanabe nodded.

The formula for making scented powder given by the simulator is equivalent to loose powder, setting powder and blush in later generations.

I had no interest in studying it before, but last time in Shunning Palace, Zhiyi said that Yuan Jie'er looked so beautiful with rouge on her face on the day of her wedding, so Concubine Xuan and Empress Guo dressed her up together.

Then they joked with each other, saying that they had fine lines at the corners of their eyes and that the little girl was naturally beautiful even without makeup.

In order to avoid the eldest prince and the third prince, Qu Dubian did not attend Yuan Jie'er's wedding, but he brought a box of jewelry as a dowry for Yuan Jie'er.

But it doesn't matter, as long as my sister and Xi Zixing go. I heard that Xi Zixing made Yuan Jie'er's husband, Young Master Tong, so embarrassed that he was sweating profusely.

The second young master Tong, a distinguished scholar, was almost stopped outside the door.

After hearing this, Qu Dubian was very satisfied with Xi Zixing's performance in exceeding the task requirements. Although this guy was not in a hurry to pass the exam, he was very knowledgeable.

After that day, he began to take time to study scented powder.

Rouge and other products available on the market today all contain lead powder, which is harmful to the skin if contacted for a long time.

My elder sister had reached the age where she needed to dress up, and Empress Xuan and Empress Guo had also reached the age where they needed to care for their skin, so he made some perfumed powder to please the three girls in the family.

By the way, you can also sell it for money, killing two birds with one stone.

Only then did Master Fang see that on the Seventh Prince's messy desk were not only various recipes for incense powder, but also tools for grinding medicinal herbs.

He said, "Your Majesty likes to make incense, and you are now making incense powder. You two, father and son, have similar hobbies."

Qu Watanabe: "That's different. I'm doing this for my family."

"Wait a minute," Master Fang, "the red spots all over your body, aren't they caused by medicine powder, pollen or flower petals?"

He looked like he was going to move all these things away, so Qu Duanbian quickly said, "No, the imperial physician checked it out, and it has nothing to do with them."

They are all treasures, they cannot be thrown away.

Only then did Master Fang give up.

"It would be good for you to stay in Pingguiyuan. During this period, the eldest prince and the third prince have been fighting fiercely. It is possible that they will try to win over other brothers to stand on their side and assist them."

Qu Watanabe nodded.

Master Fang stayed here for a while and studied the perfume powder with him. When it was time for Qu Du to apply the medicine, he left Pingguiyuan.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon.

Doctor Yang instructed the appropriate time to apply the medicine.

Ye Xiaoyuan moved the recliner to the yard. Qu Dubian took off his shirt and lay on it, exposing his back, which had even more scratches.

Although he is thin, his muscles are very tight, but they are usually covered with clothes. His fair skin makes the scratches look more serious.

Ye Xiaoyuan sighed and added wine to the medicine.

"Ask Lord Liuliu to help with the application, Your Highness. I have to watch the fire in the kitchen."

Qu Watanabe: “Okay.”

Yi Twelve nodded, took the bowl, dipped a wet cotton towel into the medicine juice, and rubbed it on Qu Dubian's back.

After the heat from the medicine penetrated into his body, the coolness was brought by the evaporation of the alcohol. Qu Dubian buried his head in his arms, and his body could not help shaking.

Yi Twelve hesitated: "Does it hurt?"

Qu Duanbian laughed out loud: "Itchy! Liuliu, you are too weak."

But to be honest, after the itching stopped for a while, the medicine penetrated into my body and the itching and pain were relieved. You have to know that if he used the general prescription for the disease simulated by the simulator, the effect would be much reduced and he would relapse quickly.

However, Doctor Yang, I don’t know if it was learned from him, but he is very accurate in making prescriptions, and the effects of the medicines will last for a while.

So in order to relieve the itching, he also obediently applied the medicine.

A little white came up and tried to lick the scratch on his back, but Qu Duan pushed it away: "Be good, don't make trouble, go and chew your bones."

B12: "Then I'm heavier."

Qu Watanabe: "Okay, you can blow it, so that the alcohol evaporates faster."

"Alcohol?"

"Oh...it's just wine."

B 12 did as he was told.

Qu Dubian turned his head secretly, "Liu Liu, can I learn your flying flower picking leaf technique? The kind with hidden weapons, the swishing ones."

B12: "Flying flowers and picking leaves requires stronger internal strength support, the rest is just accuracy."

Qu Watanabe: "My internal strength is pretty good now, I want to learn from you."

"All I know are killing moves."

"Learn a trick or two, maybe it will be useful."

B Twelve paused.

Qu Watanabe: "Just kidding, I just want to learn more."

"good."

Yi Twelve agreed, "But don't do anything that involves blood. I'll do it."

Ye Xiaoyuan poked his head out: "What are you talking about? What do you want to learn or not?"

Qu Dubian raised his voice and said, "Let's talk about whether to learn new martial arts or not."

Only when he saw Ye Xiaoyuan go back in did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay, I know! Teach me in a few days."

"Um."

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evening.

Ye Xiaoyuan opened the door of Pingguiyuan.

Wen Xiaochun, dressed in a scarlet robe, stood at the door. He frowned and stepped forward immediately after hearing the door open. "How is your highness? You haven't recovered in a month."

Ye Xiaoyuan: "Don't we usually not call out the East Factory? Will it have any impact if you come out?"

Wen Xiaochun suppressed his anxiety and said, "It's okay. I used the excuse of running errands to come over and see you."

Ye Xiaoyuan: "It has gotten better in the past few days, but there are some red spots on the body. Your Highness can't help scratching it all the time, like a little baby. He still scratches even after being told. It must be that he can't stand the itchiness. There are deep and shallow spots on his body. It's really painful to see. Doctor Yang prescribed a prescription and boiled some medicine to apply on it. It seems to have gotten better."

Wen Xiaochun had just taken the position of one of the six great commanders, but actually he should not have come, because the current head of the East Factory valued him because he had no other forces behind him and did not take sides, which made him a good knife.

But he really couldn't help it, so he took over someone else's job and took a detour to come and take a look.

His Highness has seldom been ill for such a long time.

He asked someone to find out, and found out that Doctor Yang, the imperial physician who often treated the prince, had lost a lot of hair recently, which made him even more restless.

Seeing that Ye Xiaoyuan was in good spirits, he slowly felt relieved.

If something serious really happened to His Highness, Xiaoyuan's mental state would not be as peaceful as it is now.

After confirming that His Highness was fine, Wen Xiaochun said, "Then I'll leave first. Let the imperial physician find some ointment to remove scars for His Highness. Leaving scars is not good."

Ye Xiaoyuan nodded.

Wen Xiaochun hurriedly said a few words and left the prince's residence quickly, following the East Factory team.

Qu Dubian only found out about Wen Xiaochun's visit the next day and regretted that he didn't meet him.

He had been planning to "recover", but soon he heard news from the fifth prince, saying that his stepfather had lost his temper in the court and dealt with two officials who wanted to establish a crown prince.

He immediately retracted his head and planned to observe more.

However, on the second day after Emperor Chongzhao dealt with the ministers' request to establish a crown prince, the complicated government affairs and long-term lack of rest during this period had pushed his body to its limit.

As my mood fluctuated, the taut string suddenly broke.

He fell seriously ill and had a high fever that wouldn't go away.