Chapter 1047 Cutting off the ties of love
He remembered her trembling fingertips when she supervised the execution of the rebel general for the first time, remembered her confrontation with the aristocratic families for three days and three nights to protect the victims, and remembered the records of people's livelihood that she copied behind every decree.
"If the late emperor saw you doing this to protect his reputation, he would probably be heartbroken."
The bony palm covered her cold fingertips:
"Remember the letter Lan Feng sent yesterday? The refugees in the northern border have been resettled, and Caiwei has opened three new charity agencies in Jiangnan - these are all the good deeds you have done."
Jiang Xue leaned against the chest that smelled of sandalwood and chuckled, "In the eyes of the Censorate, I'm probably the reincarnation of a Rakshasa."
"The prince who went to war with the army at the age of fourteen would understand best."
Xiao Zhan took her cinnabar-stained hand and said, "Speaking of killing, the number of souls killed by my sword is no less than yours.
But you see, the shepherd boy in the northern border now dares to fly kites on the grassland, and the fisherwoman in the southern border can mend her nets under the moonlight - in this peace, someone has to be the knife-wielding man. "
A ray of morning light came in through the window. Jiang Xue looked at her folded hands. The calluses from his years of holding the sword were gently caressing her knuckles as she was reviewing memorials.
Perhaps when Yaoyao reaches the age of 15, these hands will be able to wash clean of the bloodstains and write a history of peace and prosperity.
In the alleyway where the moonlight was flowing, Xiao Zhan's fingertips brushed across the wrinkles on Fu Dong's clothes, and the gilded light between his eyebrows flickered: "Even if we fall into hell forever, how can the word love be stained by dust?"
The dew on the bluestone slab soaked Jiang Xiaoan's soap boots. He looked at the silver-armored figure half a step ahead, and finally broke the long silence:
"Has Commander Fudong ever seen the moonlight over Suiyu Pass?"
He was annoyed before he could even finish his words - at this moment the moon was looming among the clouds, as if it was deliberately teasing his embarrassment.
"Mr. Jiang is joking."
When Fu Dong turned around, smile lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. The broken light reflected by the silver ring on his finger passed over Jiang Xiaoan's slightly red ears: "The moon of Suiyu Pass always likes to hide in the cracks of the iron armor."
Jiang Xiaoan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of the brown blood scabs on the hem of the other party's battle robe: "If we talk about the hours when the Imperial Hospital is on duty..."
The words turned around when they came to his lips: "At light time, I am always tending to the camphor incense in the herb garden. If I see the silver armor reflecting the moon, it will be a great honor for my humble home."
The bronze beast holding a ring on the red door at the end of the dark alley was glowing faintly. Fu Dong took a half step back and was about to say goodbye when he suddenly felt his sleeves tighten.
Jiang Xiaoan looked at the wisteria spikes hanging down from the wall and spoke quickly as if he was afraid that they would be blown away by the night wind: "The bamboo ladder in the west wing was soaked and rotted by the rain the day before yesterday..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt a sudden lightness around his waist.
Fu Dong's hand, which clasped his cloud-patterned brocade belt, was as steady as a sword. When his toes tapped the wall tiles, a few magnolia petals fell between their folded sleeves.
The moonlight stretched two silhouettes on the glazed tiles into a lotus pattern, and the sound of a clapperboard from the night watchman gradually faded away came from within the wall.
Fu Dong responded quickly: "Okay."
She tapped the wall with her toes and before Jiang Xiaoan could react, she had already grabbed his waist and jumped into the yard.
As soon as the young doctor's black boots touched the ground, he could hear his own rapid heartbeat.
This was completely different from the "guided teaching" he had imagined. He had planned to take the opportunity to chat for a while, but he didn't expect to enter the inner courtyard in the blink of an eye.
When the muffled thunder rolled over the roof, a light flashed in Jiang Xiaoan's eyes.
He suddenly grabbed Fu Dong's sleeve, which he was about to pull away: "Wait!"
His fingertips touched the cold leather of his wrist guard. "Spring rain is the easiest to damage the body. Last month, I treated thirteen guards who were caught in the rain and caught a cold in the Imperial Hospital."
Fu Dong raised his eyebrows: "Doctor Jiang remembers the medical records clearly?"
“It’s my duty.”
Jiang Xiaoan's ears felt hot, and he took advantage of the darkness to pass the handkerchief over: "If the commander falls ill and takes leave, the defense of the Princess's residence will be flawed."
The copper hanging pot gurgled, and the fragrance of ginger mixed with the air of rain filled the room.
Fu Dong picked up the rough earthenware bowl and drank it all in one gulp, his eyes sweeping across the imperial physician who was packing up the medicine box.
Jiang Xiaoan was forced to retreat to the antique display cabinet by the scrutinizing gaze, and the silver needles in the lacquer box made a slight clash sound.
"There's medicine residue on your face?" He wiped his face in panic.
"Let's see when Doctor Jiang will expose me."
The female commander suddenly stepped closer and said, "I happened to have seen the records of the Imperial Hospital last month, and there were only three guards who were affected by the cold."
The candle flame created a spark, illuminating the young man's red ears.
The rain curtain outside the window is getting thicker, shrouding this silent contest between medicine and martial arts in misty water vapor.
Amid the sound of raindrops hitting the window frame, Fudong's fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the teacup, but his eyes seemed to be drawn by a magnet to the figure opposite.
"Jiang Xiaoan, you've kept me here for now, is it time to show your hand?"
The young man's hand holding the pot paused in the air for a moment, and then he smiled faintly: "It turns out that Miss Fudong saw it all."
The tea-scented mist blurred the redness on the tips of his ears, but made his straightforward gaze even more scorching.
"It's so obvious that even a blind person should be able to see it."
Fu Dong was almost startled by her own teasing, and hurriedly picked up the teacup to cover it up. In the mist, the morning dew on the man's hair suddenly made her heart palpitate.
Jiang Xiaoan suddenly stood up, and the wind from his sleeves lifted the letter on the table.
"If I say..."
The sound of his Adam's apple rolling mixed with the sound of the copper bells on the eaves: "I just want to see the color of the cinnabar between Miss Fudong's eyebrows reflected by the candlelight, what do you think?"
The crisp sound of the teacup hitting the sandalwood table broke the beauty of the room.
Fu Dong lowered his eyes and stared at the fallen plum blossom curled up in the cracks of the blue bricks, his nails digging deeply into his palms.
The calluses formed by ten years of swordplay could not withstand the trembling in the heart at this moment - it turned out that this throbbing was not a one-man show.
“Nonsense!”
When she stood up suddenly, the overturned embroidered stool hit the screen, and the glazed peacock embedded in the hollow part shattered.
Amid the flying crystal fragments, Jiang Xiaoan's hastily reaching out hand was frozen in time as a picture.
In the rainy courtyard, Fu Dong smiled bitterly as he looked at the bloody marks on his palms left by the broken glass.
The image of his mother lying in a pool of blood when he was seven years old suddenly pierced the seal of his memory and crushed the throbbing emotion he had just felt.
Those emotions that grow in the dark night will ultimately be no match for the locks in the heart over the years.
"See you later."
She pulled off the jade pendant from her waist and threw it at the figure that was chasing her down the corridor, then lightly jumped onto the roof on her toes.
The wet nightgown stuck to my back, but it couldn't extinguish the heat surging in my chest.
It turns out that cutting off emotional ties is a million times more painful than imagined.
Jiang Xiaoan stood in the rain, clutching the still warm jade pendant. Amid the wailing sound of the copper bells on the eaves, he suddenly remembered the warmth of the blood that splattered on his collar when Miss Fudong blocked an arrow for him three days ago.
Was the fleeting tenderness in her eyes at that time as fleeting as this broken jade?
The cold rain of late spring made the window frames rattle. Jiang Xiaoan looked at the denser curtain of water under the corridor, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the copper buckle of the medicine box.
The shadow who always likes to wear crimson tights should be shuttling back and forth in the rain at this moment. Although people who practice martial arts are not afraid of cold or heat, even the best body cannot withstand being soaked by the icy rain.
He took half a step and then stopped - with her lightness skills, she would have already climbed over the wall of the princess's mansion by now.
The candlelight on the table flickered, making his eyes dark and unclear.
Well, I will go to check the patient's pulse with Danggui and Huangqi at Mao time tomorrow. It will be safer at least.
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