Chapter 1049 I Want You to Live and See How Heartbroken I Am
The snow-white brocade robe made him look like a banished immortal - it was said that he flatly refused the blue robe that the guards initially offered him, insisting that only white could highlight the character of a doctor.
"Your Highness, both mother and child are well."
The silver thread diagnosis pad was slowly put away, and Jiang Xiaoan suddenly changed the subject: "Could Commander Fu Dong please move aside? The cold rain last night hurt my health..."
"Pulse diagnosis is easy."
Jiang Xue tapped the gilded incense burner on the table and said, "But I have a few questions. I hope you can answer them honestly."
Seeing that the other party was sitting upright, she went straight to the point: "Do you have any romantic feelings for Fu Dong?"
"Exactly."
Jiang Xiaoan's ears turned red but he answered straightforwardly: "I want to protect her and be with her for the rest of her life."
The smoke from the desk curled up, adding a touch of warmth to the doctor's usually cold features.
Jiang Xue smiled: "Romance doesn't necessarily require life and death, a long-lasting relationship shows true love."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaoan suddenly stood up and bowed: "I hope Your Highness can help me! You and my third cousin are a perfect match, how can you watch us waste our youth?"
Mr. Jiang, who was usually reserved, now acted like a child asking for candy, causing Jiang Xue to laugh out loud.
A bitter arc appeared at the corners of Jiang Xue's lips. If the dilemma could be resolved by sweet words alone, she would stay up all night and tell Fu Dong about Jiang Xiaoan's thousands of good qualities.
But how can this tangled thread of love be untied by eloquent words?
"Mr. Jiang is already a man of the moon in his arms, why does he need others to add icing on the cake?"
"really?"
There were sparks in Jiang Xiaoan's eyes. Fu Dong respected his master the most, and this recognition was like a spring breeze blowing away the ice.
Little did he know that there was still an undercurrent surging deep in the cold pool.
Jiang Xue stroked her slightly bulging belly with her bare hands, and her voice was as cool as autumn rain: "But you must know, my lord, love is not something that can be fulfilled without perfection."
After saying this, he sighed inwardly, how could such a smart boy not be able to see through the barrier of love?
Jiang Xiaoan's fingertips trembled slightly. What mystery was hidden in these words?
Are you going to take back your promise to help?
Well, as long as there is no obstruction, he can turn into a vine and climb up, eventually breaking through the wall.
"Please move, Miss Fudong."
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman in plain clothes pushed the door open and walked in.
The sunlight shone obliquely on the young man's brow, and his eyes, which were always frosty, now contained the water of spring in March. Fu Dong hurriedly looked away, secretly annoyed that the Creator was partial and melted all the clear and brilliant jade soul into this skin.
Jiang Xue supported her sore waist and stood up: "It rained heavily last night. Mr. Jiang, please take Fu Dong's pulse carefully. I am in poor health now, and I can't stand the slightest cold."
The jade earrings swayed slightly with the movement, and she slowly closed the door under Fu Dong's astonished gaze.
The sound of the carved wooden door closing startled Fudong. When did the princess become the old man under the moon?
Could it be... She clenched the silver needle hidden in her sleeve. Yes, the master's eyes, which were as sharp as fire, must have already seen through all the hidden emotions.
In this case, it is better to cut off the emotional ties with a sharp sword.
Fu Dong closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to extinguish the spark in his chest that shouldn't have spread like wildfire.
"Please touch my wrist, young lady." Jiang Xiaoan's voice was tense, and the skin touched by his fingertips seemed like the first melting snow.
We once held hands when we fought side by side against the enemy. At that time, my heart was as calm as an ancient well, but now it seems like I am holding a fragile glass cup.
In the mist of medicinal aroma, he suddenly understood what "the woman by the wine shop is like the moon, and her white wrists are covered with frost and snow" meant.
The pulse under Jiang Xiaoan's fingertips suddenly became disordered, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at the girl who was completely unaware.
His fingertips hovered on her slender wrist, and the pulse of an old injury hidden under her snow-white skin made his Adam's apple roll uncontrollably.
How much suffering must those scars hidden between the skin have gone through to become like this?
"Doctor Jiang?"
Fu Dong was shocked by the dark tide in his eyes and shrank back: "But the cold has entered your body?"
"The pulse is steady as usual."
He suddenly withdrew his hand, but instinctively clasped her fingertips when the other party pulled away.
In the morning light leaking in through the window, the fine hairs on the girl's earlobes were gilded: "Last night you said you wanted to go south with the princess to collect herbs, right?"
"We will set off in three days."
Fu Dong tried to break free from the sudden shackles: "Lord Jiang, please respect yourself."
"I have searched through all the books on avoiding poisons in the Imperial Hospital."
He suddenly pulled her half a foot closer, and the scent of ambergris mixed with herbs enveloped her: "Do you know why I always stop you from trying the medicine?"
He stared at the shadow cast by her eyelashes: "Because every time I see you swallow those poisons, I..."
"Jiang Xiaoan!"
Fu Dong pushed him away violently, silver bells jingling in her hair: "You've overstepped the boundaries!"
"Overstepping the boundaries?"
He suddenly laughed softly and took out a yellowed silk book from his sleeve: "Six years ago, you tried the Gu on yourself to save Princess Changle. Two years ago, you swallowed the miasma to cure the plague in Lingnan. Half a year ago..."
His slender fingers stroked the ink on the silk: "These records are enough for me to ask the Imperial Hospital for all your drug trial records."
Fu Dong's pupils suddenly shrank, and the silver bracelet on his wrist hit the table with a crisp sound: "You checked me?"
"It's to protect you."
He suddenly pushed the man to the corner of the medicine cabinet, and the scent of agarwood overwhelmed him: "From today on, every time you try a new medicine, I will try it with you."
His fingertips brushed across the almost invisible scar on her neck: "Fudong, I want you to live and see how heartbroken I am."
Fu Dong suddenly shook off Jiang Xiaoan's wrist, took two steps back and sneered, "Since Divine Doctor Jiang has diagnosed that my pulse is abnormal, don't you think it's ridiculous to act so hypocritically now?"
Her fingertips traced the dark pattern of the sword at her waist: "You and I are just casual acquaintances. How much can those light words of love be worth in the face of worldly etiquette?"
The morning dew on the bluestone slabs wet the corners of the doctor's plain robe. Jiang Xiaoan looked at the black iron order dangling around the woman's waist. It was the mark of the eldest princess's personal guard.
"I did hesitate when I gave you the injection last night."
He suddenly stepped closer, the scent of medicine lingering between their sleeves. "But when I saw the twenty-seven old scars on your back, I suddenly understood why Jiang Xue chose you to be the leader of the Shadow Guards."
"presumptuous!"
The sword tip was pressed against the doctor's throat, and Fu Dong's eyes were bloodshot: "If you dare to talk nonsense about Her Royal Highness the Princess again--"
"You know exactly what I want to say."
Jiang Xiaoan moved closer to the sword tip, and red blood beads rolled down the blade:
"Love in this world should break free from shackles, just like Jiang Xue dared to marry the Prime Minister despite the world's disapproval. Fu Dong, let me..."
"shut up!"
The sound of the sword stopped abruptly, and the black-armored guard sheathed his sword, shaking off the pear blossoms on the tree: "The princess is pregnant now. If I hear these absurd words again, don't blame the military law for being ruthless!"
The Taiji Hall was filled with the scent of ambergris. The young emperor Jiang Heng stroked a gilded paperweight, his young face full of dignity:
"It was so lively in the Red Sleeves last night. Do you know how those crazy people framed my aunt?"
When Jingzhao Yin stepped out, the court boots of several important officials were already stained with sweat.
When the words "hens crow at dawn" echoed throughout the hall, Minister Huang, dressed in a purple robe and jade belt, staggered to his knees and banged his forehead heavily on the Panlong Pillar.
"It's too much to kill all nine clans."
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