Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Even my breathing was trembling.
Wang Shuhe, a descendant of the Gaoping Wang clan, a prominent medical family, was over forty years old and one of the few male physicians in the Imperial Medical Bureau. Expert in pulse diagnosis and acupuncture, he specialized in treating the ailments of the imperial concubines and nobles.
When Ji Lian had his first attack at the age of fourteen, he was treated by Doctor Wang. Wang Shuhe had been treating Ji Lian for three years, and since he had received the kindness of Ji Lian's father in his early years, he was very considerate of Ji Lian.
After washing his face and hands, Wang Shuhe opened the medicine box, took out a needle bag wrapped in plain silk, and put the needle in hot wine to disinfect it.
Jiangzhu took off half of Ji Lian's inner clothes, revealing her thin back, and made her lie on her side facing inward.
Wang Shuhe knelt in front of the bed and inserted silver needles one by one according to the acupuncture points. For a moment, the only sound was the sound of needles piercing the skin, mixed with intermittent gasps.
Every time the needle tip entered the acupuncture point, it was the most unbearable moment for Ji Lian.
His whole body was tense, his back arched like a fully stretched bowstring.
The love insect had been aroused during the day, and now he was trapped in this small space with a woman. The fragrance and physical contact were all stimulating to the love insect, and it had been restless for a long time. Now that it had not been relieved, the backlash was like a thousand ants drilling into his heart, the pain going deep into his bones.
Moxibustion can only alleviate the symptoms, not cure them. If you want to suppress and alleviate the symptoms, the only way is to have sexual intercourse with a woman.
Wang Shuhe and Ji Lian were both well aware of this.
Ji Lian was in so much pain that he could only breathe to relieve the pain. Cold sweat soaked his inner clothes, and even his breathing was trembling.
He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse: "It hurts so much... How long will it take?"
Wang Shuhe remained silent and continued to give acupuncture.
Ji Lian buried her face completely in the soft pillow, her loose black hair completely covering her face.
About two cups of tea later, the tense body finally relaxed and the noise on the bed gradually subsided.
After Wang Shuhe finished the acupuncture, he put the needles back into the box, took the towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Tonight's treatment is merely a temporary measure. Once the parasite has taken effect, the pain will continue for four to five days.
Wang Shuhe got up and went to write a prescription.
Jiangzhu winked behind her, and several servants immediately came forward to wipe Ji Lian's body and change her clothes.
Ji Lian was already exhausted from the pain and was drowsy, allowing others to do whatever they wanted.
"Why did His Highness have an attack in the middle of the night?" Wang Shuhe frowned and looked at Jiangzhu, thinking carefully. "I remember that I cured His Highness of the poison a month and a half ago. Why did the interval between attacks suddenly shorten this time? What happened suddenly?"
Jiangzhu recounted what had happened today: "Today, the Yuan family held a banquet. Your Highness had originally not wanted to go, but the Emperor's order was unavoidable. Shortly after arriving at the banquet, Your Highness felt unwell, with an unbearable fever all over his body. I helped Your Highness to the inner room to rest. Because Your Highness's sweat-soaked underwear was inconvenient to show to others, I went down the mountain to get a change of clothes."
Wang Shuhe pondered these words several times, then said solemnly, "What else? Your Highness has a special physique. Not only can you not use perfumes and spices lightly, but even the recipes for fumigating clothes must be approved by the Imperial Medical Bureau. Think carefully, is there anything you have never encountered before?"
Jiangzhu thought carefully and said, "Everyone attending the banquet today will receive a new silver hollow sachet."
"What about the sachet ball?"
"When I returned, His Highness's sachet was no longer on him." Jiangzhu hesitated for a moment before saying, "When I went to get his coat, His Highness seemed to have met a girl, and that person took the sachet away."
This sentence is both vague and ambiguous.
The sachet is a personal item, so why was it taken by that person? Could it be that His Highness and this girl are in love?
Thinking of this, Wang Shuhe understood everything and instead carefully advised, "Your Highness is now in the prime of life. It's human nature to be lustful and admire young women. If that's the case, there's hope for your Highness's illness to be cured. I just don't know which noble lady she is, what she looks like, what her character is like, her education, where she comes from, where she lives..."
Jiangzhu quickly stopped him, "Doctor Wang, you're wrong, your Highness doesn't like that woman. There are so many strange things going on between those two. I don't dare to ask any more questions, and I don't know what the situation is."
As if she had thought of something, Jiangzhu continued, "The outer garment Your Highness was supposed to wear to the banquet had a large tear the night before. The next morning, the needlework department sent a new garment. I smelled it, and the fragrance on it was not like the ones Your Highness usually wears."
"Where's your coat?"
"I've put it away."
Jiangzhu took out a black coat embroidered with peonies from the box.
Wang Shuhe put it under his nose and sniffed it, his face suddenly darkening.
Whenever the late emperor visited the harem, he always liked to burn this incense to liven up the mood. However, using it for a long time was harmful to his health. Only after the collective advice of the Imperial Physicians Bureau did the late emperor change the incense recipe.
Wang Shuhe had been employed by the Imperial Medical Bureau since the late Emperor's time. Back then, he had treated the harem's court ladies with acupuncture, prescribing medicinal baths to wash away the fragrance, and so he was very familiar with the incense. However, the incense had fallen out of use since the late Emperor's passing.
Who on earth has the chance to come across this incense?
Wang Shuhe pondered for a moment and said, "This dress has a unique fragrance and is indeed not suitable for Your Highness to wear. You must wash it repeatedly with mugwort water before you can wear it."
This went on all night until the sky became bright.
Groups of servants took advantage of the daylight, carrying copper basins, jade basins, green salt and other toiletries, and walked into the room quietly.
When the first person walked in, Xie Tingyu was awakened by the footsteps. Even though they were very light, she immediately threw off the quilt and got out of bed out of habit of many years.
Xie Tingyu washed his face and rinsed his teeth, then picked up his jacket hanging on the clothesline. Halfway through putting on his clothes, he felt his shadow flicker under the screen. He looked up and saw Wei Fenghua standing at the corner of the screen, hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong?"
"The young master has been traveling for several years. I'm afraid he has forgotten the rule that servants should help him change clothes in the morning." Wei Fenghua said.
Xie Tingyu paused as he was pulling his hair out from behind his cross-collared short jacket, only to discover that the servants beside him were kneeling there with bewildered looks on their faces, holding silk ribbons, jade pendants and other items in their hands.
She realized it later.
Yes, since the master does everything, the subordinates will inevitably feel that they have not served him well enough.
"When I was practicing at Shangqing Monastery, I didn't have so many rules. I had to go up the mountain to chop wood and fetch water, etc. But when I returned to Jiankang, I felt uncomfortable."
When Wei Fenghua heard this, she felt even more distressed. How could a lady carry a bucket and pour water?
Xie Tingyu saw that the servants were still kneeling, looking at her with fear and trepidation. She looked helpless and opened her arms, "Come on."
The servant closest to him immediately knelt forward, tied the blue silk ribbon around Xie Tingyu's waist, and then put on the jade pendant and other waist pendants.
After finishing breakfast, Xie Tingyu went to Xie Zhujun's courtyard.
The two sat opposite each other.
"I wonder why my father called me here?"
"I heard from Cen Xiu that you won a prize in the archery game yesterday?"
Xie Tingyu picked up a cup of tea and said, "It's just a little game. My daughter doesn't think it's anything worth showing off."
"Kid, since you got first place, what's there to hide? You know you couldn't even hold a few books steady when you were a child, but now you've really grown up."
Lord Xie got down to business. "Your mother and your brother miss you very much and want to see you. My wife is currently out handling affairs related to refugees, so I'm afraid it will take some time before we can see you."
"You and He Lan are siblings, but you haven't seen each other in many years. Since you returned, he sent a message, wanting you to come to the palace for a small gathering with him."
Lord Xie choked up and wiped the tears from his eyes with a handkerchief. "He Lan has been in the palace for several years. She finally got pregnant some time ago, but she had an unexpected miscarriage a few days ago. When you enter the palace this afternoon, you must comfort him."
Lord Xie added, "Although He Lan is now raising the eldest daughter, she is not his own flesh and blood, so there will always be a barrier between them. After all, it is better to have a biological child. In this way, He Lan might even be able to rise to the position of Phoenix Lord."
Xie Tingyu comforted him, "Brother, you are in good health. Once you have recovered from this period, the next baby will surely be safe and smooth."
Xie Helan, the eldest son of the Xie family, held the rank of noble lord. A few years ago, Lord Feng died of a dystocia-induced hemorrhage, leaving the little princess to be raised by Xie Helan.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. I heard Cen Xiu also say that you wanted to make a few sets of riding and shooting uniforms." Lord Xie shouted outside, and Wei Fenghua came in.
"Fenghua, tell the embroiderer in the mansion to hurry up and make sure it's made with great precision, using gold thread."
Lord Xie turned to look at Xie Tingyu, "Since you are so determined to learn horseback archery, how can you not have the best horseback archery master in Jiankang to teach you? I will also give you a precious horse that is one in a thousand."
"Father, maybe I don't need these archery masters."
Lord Xie pretended not to hear, muttering to himself, "The best teachers are supposed to be in the army. I remember it was the one from Wang Clan of Langya, or the one from Huan Clan of Qiao. How about inviting both of them over and using whichever one works best? Money isn't a problem. I can't treat my daughter badly anyway."
Without waiting for Xie Tingyu's response, Lord Xie stood up and walked towards the desk. "I'll write a letter to ask my wife. After all, she's the one who's knowledgeable about these matters. Fenghua, grind the ink for me."
At three quarters past noon, Xie's carriage stopped at the side gate of the palace.
Xie Tingyu got off the carriage and entered the palace alone after being checked by the palace guards.
Led by palace servants, we crossed the covered bridge and walked along the cobblestone road. Here, jade buildings, pavilions and towers were scattered in an orderly manner, and the walls were painted with Sichuan peppercorns, which made the whole way fragrant.
Soon, they arrived at Penglai Palace.
The large empty space in front of the hall was filled with auspicious jars filled with pink lotus flowers in full bloom. In the center stood a huge heather tree.
The palace door opened wide and the two walked in.
"Is the second sister here?"
Xie Tingyu first saw the wide sleeves winding on the ground, and then the palace maid lifted the partition curtain, and a tall and handsome man walked out.
Xie Helan was beautiful, but thin, with eyes as pale as the hazy mountains in the distance. He exuded an aloof aura from the inside out.
But this aura instantly dissipated when he saw Xie Tingyu.
Xie Tingyu was not sure about the relationship between the brother and sister, but she thought that when relatives reunited, it was always right to be intimate.
She said, "Brother."
Xie Helan took the initiative to step forward and took her hand. "You were so young when you left Jiankang, but now you are so tall and beautiful." He sighed, "Come in and talk. I want to spend some time with you."
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