面見太後

春獵大概要舉行一周的時間，因為唐楓的遇刺，第二天就暫停了所以慶典，等到第三天才正常開始，在此期間唐楓一直在昏睡，雖然太醫再三保證沒有生命危險了，但周子良也不敢怠慢，老太醫來來回回看了四五次，“明天老臣過來幫太傅換一下藥，現在開了春，天氣回暖，傷口容易感染”周子良點點頭“有勞您了”老太醫把藥方交給周子良“一天兩副，可不能忘了”等周子良把老太醫送走再回來，唐楓已經醒了，瞪著眼睛看向周子良咧著嘴笑了笑“還笑，你快心疼死我了”周子良輕輕點了點唐楓的額頭，生怕他亂動再扯到傷口“別擔心，這不是好了嗎？咳咳咳嗚”周子良見唐楓咳嗽，趕忙拿了帕子，遞給唐楓，在把人半扶起來，身後放了幾個軟墊，讓他更舒服些，唐楓咳了一會把嘴角的血擦去，靠在墊子上喘了好一會，才問道“事情還順利吧？”周子良接過唐楓手裏的帕子又仔細幫他擦了擦嘴角的血跡，嘴上還不忘回答唐楓的話“嗯，李雲夜並沒有把九殿下供出去，想必是想讓你承他個人情”唐楓無奈的幹笑了兩聲“那這個人情我可得好好念著，嘶。。。”唐楓皺著眉頭就要去按自己的傷口，卻被周子良抓住了手腕“別碰傷口，好不容易把血止住了，你總不能再勞煩太後娘娘給你送一顆參丹吧”唐楓忍過了剛剛的疼痛，並沒有聽清周子良前面的話，可後面半句，卻聽的清清楚楚“你說誰？太後娘娘？”唐楓有些不可思議，自己哪裏能料到自己受個傷，竟然還驚動了太後“小楓不知道嗎？我看你當時稱太後娘娘為奶奶的時候很順口啊？”唐楓先是一楞，隨後臉頰就一陣一陣的有些發燙，他哪裏知道那日安撫他的人是太後呢，還以為是自己快死了，看到了早已故去的奶奶“太後。。。沒怪罪下來吧”周子良搖搖頭，隨後又打趣到“太後看那個樣子很喜歡你，還讓你喊他皇奶奶”唐楓被說的有些害羞，自己好歹也是成年人了，哭哭啼啼的叫人家太後奶奶，傳出去成何體統，周子良看到唐楓這個樣子，也笑了“害羞什麽？太後還說，等你傷好了，讓你進宮去看她呢”唐楓此時沈默倒不是因為害羞，而是忽然想起，燕山十六騎的事情，如果韓九花真的是燕山十六騎，之前楊斐說，燕山十六騎是不可能私自行動的，他們只聽命於火符令，火符令又在太後那裏。。。唐楓多少覺得自己這一箭沒白挨，見唐楓沒說話，周子良以為唐楓傷口又疼了，趕忙問道“小楓？又不舒服了嗎？”唐楓趕緊搖搖頭“沒有沒有，想起了一些事，太後娘娘是我的救命恩人，過幾日我身體好些了，理應去看看她老人家”隨後唐楓又喘了幾口粗氣問道“九殿下還好吧”自從唐楓受傷之後，正如太醫所言，因為傷的太重留下了後遺癥，說幾句話就會出現氣短的情況，也會說著說著話忽然咳血，但是唐楓都不曾後悔，他知道自己的付出換來了他想要的結果“九殿下。。。”周子良想了想，隨後說道“不好說，你受傷之後，我也再也沒見過他，不過你昏睡的時候，墨白兄來看過你，還有我師兄，當然了，還在這裏表演了一段周瑜打黃蓋”“咳咳咳”唐楓拿著帕子咳了幾聲隨後問道“什麽意思？”“你這只箭本來是要射中肩膀的，只不過因為在九殿下箭矢離弦的時候，你動了一下，這只箭沖著你心臟就過去了，然後我師兄就用石頭打偏了箭尾，但是因為箭矢速度太快了，只是蹭了一下，所以沒有偏離到他應該偏離的地方”

“但是我也因此撿回一條命”唐楓聳聳肩，心裏也惦記著等自己好了要請瞇瞇眼吃頓飯“撿回來一命是沒錯，但是墨白兄好像並不是很高興”想起那日張墨白拎著楊斐一頓暴揍的樣子，周子良幹笑了兩聲，隨後站起身把藥端起來，試了試溫度說道“小楓，來，把藥喝了，明天太醫會來給你換藥”一聽到換藥，唐楓皺了皺眉“能不能不。。。咳咳咳不換啊。。。”唐楓怎麽會不知道換藥有多疼，當時自己在大澤崴個腳，換藥都疼得自己嗷嗷喊，這次傷口這麽深，換藥還不得要了他的老命“不行”周子良眉頭緊縮一臉嚴肅，輕輕順著唐楓的後背，拿著帕子把唐楓嘴角的血擦去“都這樣了還不好好換藥，再說了，現在天氣也熱，要是傷口發炎了怎麽辦？”唐楓雖然不樂意，但是也知道周子良有些生氣了，所以就沒再說話，擡手想接周子良手裏的藥碗卻被周子良一擡手撲了個空“我餵你”說完舀起一勺藥餵了進去

Before Tang Feng had even finished his medicine, Li Yunye entered the tent with some things. "Awake?" Tang Feng bowed slightly. "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness." Li Yunye took out the things and handed them to Zhou Ziliang. "These are ginsengs I found in Lanxi. Wen Yunsheng said they would replenish qi and blood, so I brought them over." Seeing that Li Yunye's expression was normal, Tang Feng knew he had succeeded more than halfway. He then said with a worried look, "Your Highness has gone to so much trouble, I feel truly guilty..." Li Yunye sat down and looked at Tang Feng's pale face and bloodless lips. There were more than a dozen handkerchiefs beside him, all stained with blood. He felt a pang of pity for Tang Feng. "Don't say that. No matter what, we were classmates for three years. I am not Li Yunyu, who doesn't care about old friendships. It's just a small gift, nothing to worry about." Tang Feng covered his mouth with the handkerchief and coughed a few times. Tang Feng lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, "It's my fault for being blind, choosing the most difficult person to serve. Li Yunrui came to me before he died, and I actually softened and agreed." Then, with tears in his eyes, he looked at Li Yunye, "Your Highness, I sacrificed half my life for him, even risked my life. And what did he do?" Li Yunye frowned and echoed, "Ninth Prince was indeed a bit too much. Putting everything else aside, you were at least his tutor, half a benefactor." Then, somewhat guiltily, he glanced at Tang Feng and asked in a low voice, "Did Li Yunrui say anything else to you before he died?" Tang Feng narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, "No, he just asked me to take care of the Ninth Prince. Your Highness... what do you think Li Yunrui would tell me?" Li Yunye lowered his head and chuckled twice before falling silent, "How are you feeling now?"

"As you can see, he gets breathless after just a few words. He coughs constantly, and each cough produces blood; he can't be without a handkerchief." Tang Feng unfolded the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand, as if to prove something. Li Yunye hadn't expected Tang Feng to be so badly injured this time, and hesitated to speak. Li Yunye had naturally come with a purpose, but in Tang Feng's current state, speaking up would seem like taking advantage of his weakness. But if he didn't speak, the ginseng would be wasted. After much deliberation, Li Yunye couldn't help but speak, "A few days ago, you said you wanted to help me... I wonder if that still counts?" Upon hearing this, Tang Feng looked at Zhou Ziliang, then smiled and said, "Of course, I'm right here. Whether Your Highness uses it or not is up to you."

The imperial physician came early the next morning to change Tang Feng's dressing. Tang Feng was now somewhat intimidated by the imperial physician. The old physician put down his medicine box, then placed several large bundles of fine cloth on the bed. He picked up scissors and said to Zhou Ziliang, "Young Marquis, please hold down the Grand Tutor." Tang Feng trembled upon hearing this. Although his condition was much better than a few days ago, he was still very weak, and any struggle was futile. Tang Feng looked at Zhou Ziliang, his voice tinged with grievance, "Ziliang..." "Xiao Feng, it will be quick, it will be over soon."

"But...cough cough cough, but..." Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ziliang had already removed Tang Feng's shirt. The old imperial physician was also efficient, quickly cutting with scissors; it was unclear whether decades of medical skill were embodied in those scissors. By the time they reached the last layer, Tang Feng was terrified and his body went limp. He hadn't seen his wound since he was injured, and he imagined it would be a bloody hole. Before Tang Feng could speak, everything went black, and he heard Zhou Ziliang whisper, "If you're scared, don't look." Before Tang Feng could even speak, a sharp pain shot from his chest to his brain; presumably, the flesh was stuck to the cloth, and the physician needed to tear it off. "Ugh...hiss cough cough..." The old imperial physician's hands were swift; he tore off the blood-stained cloth and sprinkled it on Tang Feng's wound. The old physician applied the wound medicine and then bandaged the wound, instructing, "His body is too weak. Three days have passed, and the wound hasn't healed much, but thankfully it hasn't become inflamed or oozing pus." Zhou Ziliang released his hand from Tang Feng's eyes and asked, "Does he need any other medicine? Also... you said before that Xiao Feng had blood stasis in his lungs. He's been coughing for so long, it should be gone by now, so why is he coughing up blood again?" The old physician finished bandaging Tang Feng's chest and shook his head. "This will be a lifelong illness; he'll be with the Grand Tutor from now on. Walking for long periods..." "Yes, talking too much will make me short of breath, and speaking too fast will make me cough up blood. Didn't the old minister say a few days ago that this would leave a lasting illness? That's it, young marquis. This illness is incurable. You should buy more tonics and take good care of yourself; perhaps that will help." Seeing that the old physician's tone was off, Tang Feng quickly changed the subject, took Zhou Ziliang's hand, and whispered, "Ziliang... the wound hurts." Zhou Ziliang turned to look at Tang Feng, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then asked, "Old physician, when will Xiao Feng's injury heal?" "It can heal, but it's not good for him to be in so much pain all the time." "Young Marquis, you are a military general, so you must know that it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. It won't heal in less than a month." Zhou Ziliang certainly knew that Tang Feng's injury wouldn't heal quickly, but he was truly heartbroken. Tang Feng was in so much pain every night that he couldn't sleep, and he himself couldn't sleep peacefully either. Besides, the spring hunt was about to end, and Tang Feng would definitely have to return to the manor to recuperate. But if Tang Feng was too exhausted on the way back and fell ill again, that would be another problem. After seeing off the old imperial physician, Tang Feng leaned against the headboard, feeling a bit bored. He fell asleep after exchanging only a few words with Zhou Ziliang. Although Tang Feng didn't care about his injury, it didn't mean Zhou Ziliang didn't. The imperial physician's words just now implied that Tang Feng was nearing his end. Zhou Ziliang sat by Tang Feng's bedside, holding his hand and feeling the warmth from it. He felt a little more at ease.

Tang Feng lay in bed for about half a month before he could get up. During that time, Zhang Mobai visited him many times. Each time he came, Yang Fei would be scolded severely. Tang Feng listened with amusement, but in the end, he would still try to appease Zhang Mobai, saying, "Well... Yang Fei is practically my savior. If he hadn't helped, I don't know which grave I'd be lying in now." "Pah, pah, pah, what are you saying!" Zhang Mobai stamped his feet in exasperation. "The way you were before made Ziliang cry, and now you're saying..." "Such unreserved talk," Tang Feng said, then asked worriedly, "I heard from Ziliang that you've been coughing up blood ever since you were injured?" Tang Feng nodded, then teased Li Lin'an in Zhang Mobai's arms, "Anyway, I've coughed before, it doesn't really affect my life, but I can't be without a handkerchief. Let me hold Lin'an." Seeing Tang Feng reach out to him, Zhang Mobai quickly moved back, "You'd better stop, Lin'an is very naughty now, he'll kick your wound again." Li Lin'an was already... He's a year and a half old now. After his baby teeth came in, he started calling Zhang Mobai "Daddy," but he hasn't called Tang Feng "Uncle" yet, so Tang Feng is a little jealous. "What's wrong with hugging him? He's quite quiet in your arms!" Tang Feng pouted, then waved Li Lin'an's rattle in front of him. "Come to Lin'an... call him Uncle, cough cough cough." "Alright, alright," Zhang Mobai quickly called the wet nurse to take Li Lin'an away, then helped Tang Feng catch his breath. "You should rest for a while, or you'll really cough up blood, and Ziliang will blame me again." "How could that be? He's used to it." Zhang Mobai rolled his eyes and didn't reply, then said, "His Highness the Ninth Prince hasn't had anything to do lately, so don't worry. As for Li Yunye, he's probably in a good mood lately because you took the initiative to befriend him, but His Majesty will inevitably punish him for the spring hunt." "I wondered why I hadn't seen him lately," Tang Feng took a sip of tea, closed his eyes, and slowly said, "In a few days, if I'm feeling better, I'll go see the Empress Dowager."

At this moment, Zhang Mobai did not stop him, but instead nodded in agreement. "You should go. I heard from Ziliang that if it weren't for the Empress Dowager's ginseng pill, you would hardly have survived that day. That ginseng pill was a tribute from Shanghan, and it's very rare." Tang Feng smiled. "I didn't expect that my lowly life would trouble the Empress Dowager. But besides expressing my gratitude, there are still things I want to know."

"What?"

"Fire Talisman"

Zhang Mobai was startled upon hearing this, recalling that night nine years ago in the south of the city when Tang Feng, himself, and Yang Fei were there. "You have a lead?"

"When I went to Wanliang, someone tried to assassinate me. When Ziliang detained her, her voice and manner of speaking were so similar to Han Jiuhua from Qinghuifang. If we trace it back, every time I communicated with Han Jiuhua, she knew my whereabouts. If she was one of the Sixteen Riders of Yanshan, the Sixteen Riders of Yanshan wouldn't act alone; they would only act on orders. The Fire Talisman Token is in the Empress Dowager's hands. I have suspected the Empress Dowager, but if it really was her, why did she save me that day? This matter... I must find out." Zhang Mobai pondered for a moment, somewhat confused. "I can understand the rest, but Han Jiuhua is a woman. Although I don't know much about the Sixteen Riders of Yanshan, Yang Fei once said that all sixteen riders of Yanshan are men."