Chapter 1058 A mysterious case
Over there in the Jiang residence's study, a bronze wine goblet reflected the moonlight all over the floor.
Jiang Xiaoan tore open the cloud-patterned waist belt, and the amber wine rolled down his Adam's apple to his front lapel.
Xiao Zhan's words, "Love is like medicine, it must be guided by heart and blood," linger in my ears.
The wine jar hit the blue bricks with a clang, startling the birds perched outside the window and causing them to fly away.
In a daze, someone grabbed his wrist and a familiar stinging pain came from his Sanyinjiao acupoint - when he was learning skills in Yaowang Valley, he always liked to use this trick to wake up his hungover fellow disciples.
"Commander Fudong?"
He squinted his eyes to identify the apricot forest pattern embroidered in silver thread on the scarlet robe: "Why did you bother to come to my humble home?"
"So drunk that you can't even look, smell, ask or feel?"
Fu Dong shook off his red wrist and said, "If you can do the needle, pack up the medicine box. If not, I will go back to the palace immediately to ask Chen Yuanpan."
Jiang Xiaoan staggered and grabbed the sandalwood medical box, with a smile on his lips.
This cold question was more effective than any hangover soup. At least it proved that she was still willing to frown for him.
"It was summoned by the Prime Minister."
Jiang Xiaoan secretly admired Xiao Zhan's cleverness.
This cousin had just pretended to be sick a few days ago to give him the opportunity to meet Fudong, and now he was using the same trick again.
He hastily opened the quilt and stood up, but the world was spinning in front of his eyes and he fell heavily back onto the soft pillow.
Fu Dong stood beside the carved bedpost with his arms folded, his almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly: "You can't even stand steadily, and you still want to take my pulse?"
"It was so fierce just now!"
Jiang Xiaoan frantically grabbed the bed rails and this time he managed to stand up straight, but his steps were so weak that it seemed like he was walking on clouds.
"I'd better go to the palace to ask for the imperial physician..."
Before he could finish his words, his sleeve was suddenly pulled.
Jiang Xiaoan's pale cheeks flushed with anxiety: "The pulse records of the Princess's Mansion over the years are all in my hands. Who else can know the physical condition of the Prince Consort better than me?"
After saying that, he took out a green jade bottle from the medicine box, poured out a brown pill and swallowed it whole.
Fu Dong saw that his eyes gradually cleared up after taking the hangover pill, and finally sighed: "If you faint on the way, I won't pick you up."
She put her arms around Jiang Xiaoan's waist and jumped out of the window on tiptoe.
When they arrived at the princess's mansion, Jiang Xiaoan felt Xiao Zhan's hot wrist pulse and his expression suddenly became solemn.
The silver needle flashed seven large acupuncture points under the candlelight. When the needle was withdrawn, the frowning brows of the person on the couch had relaxed by three points.
"Boil this medicine immediately."
His hand, which was dipping ink and writing quickly, suddenly stopped. Fu Dong was leaning over to look at the prescription, and his hair brushed across the rice paper. "Do you want to prepare the golden chrysanthemums?"
The tip of the pen left ink marks on the two words "Cicada Tui".
Jiang Xiaoan's ears felt hot when he thought of the cricket medicine he had made up last time.
This silly girl actually took the joke seriously, and her serious look made it hard to look away.
The moonlight shone through the carved window lattice onto Jiang Xue's slightly furrowed brows. She wrinkled the handkerchief in her hand and her eyes moved back and forth between Xiao Zhan's pale lips and Jiang Xiaoan's wandering eyes.
When she heard the story about crickets as a medicinal ingredient, the usually dignified princess couldn't help but purse her lips in laughter. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jiang Xiaoan secretly wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"My cousin's symptoms are caused by the invasion of summer heat evil, and he needs live crickets as medicine."
Jiang Xiaoan's Adam's apple rolled unnaturally, and the wolf hair brush pinched by his fingertips spread ink spots on the rice paper: "Now the cold air has entered the body, and I should use angelica and deer antler to warm and nourish it."
Fu Dong nodded thoughtfully, the silver butterfly hairpins on her temples trembling in the candlelight.
Jiang Xiaoan looked at her drooping eyelashes and his pen suddenly stopped - the coquettish look on her face that night when she stood under the crabapple tree and threw green plums to him, and her distant silhouette at this moment overlapped to form an unsolvable knot.
It was not until the third quarter of the morning that Xiao Zhan's high fever subsided and Jiang Xue stood up, supporting her sore lower back.
The drowsiness during pregnancy flooded over her limbs like a tide. When she placed Jiang Xiaoan in the warm room of the west wing, she vaguely heard the intermittent sound of the xiao brought by the night wind.
"I'm going to watch over you."
Jiang Xue took off her embroidered golden phoenix shoes, and her black hair scattered beside the mandarin duck pillow.
Feeling the vibration coming from her husband's chest, she placed her palm on his slightly damp pajamas: "Doctor Jiang said that this disease can't survive people who are related by blood."
Before dawn, Fu Dong was already waiting in the corridor with court robes in his hands.
When she saw the dark complexion under Jiang Xiaoan's eyes, her fingertips unconsciously stroked the jade pendant around her waist.
The man suddenly stepped forward quickly, and the morning mist wet his fluttering bamboo-patterned sleeves.
"The Imperial Hospital's pass promised by His Highness..."
Jiang Xiaoan's voice was filled with the lingering chill of the night, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Fu Dong quietly taking half a step back.
He curled his fingers in his sleeves and took out a celadon bottle from the medicine box: "This is a newly made tranquilizing pill for the guards on duty."
As the carriage rolled over the thin frost on Suzaku Street, Jiang Xue noticed that Fu Dong was staring out the window in a daze.
Following her gaze, Jiang Xiaoan's figure standing in front of the Imperial Hospital was stretched out by the morning sun, and the faded peace knot around his waist swayed gently in the wind.
The morning mist inside the palace wall had not yet dissipated. Jiang Xiaoan looked at Fudong with expectation in his eyes, but his gaze was interrupted by Jiang Xue without a trace.
She casually called a passing palace maid to lead the way, and her eyes swept across the tense shoulders of the young attendant - compared to the thoughts of the man in the Imperial Hospital, she cared more about the situation of the people around her.
The golden bricks in the court reflected the different expressions of the officials, and undercurrents surged with the sound of the jade tablets tapping gently.
Several prying eyes passed by the dark figure beside the throne, but were met with the silence of a deep pool.
Jiang Xue tapped the gilded handrails with her fingertips, making the sound of turning pages of memorials particularly clear, and all the people in the hall in red and purple clothes broke out in cold sweat.
The aristocratic families exchanged looks of panic, suddenly realizing that the sword hanging over their heads would really cut off the roots of their family system that had lasted for hundreds of years.
The absence of the prime minister of the dynasty became the straw that broke the camel's back, and finally someone remembered the shadow under the eternal lamp.
Feng Ziqing, this deliberately forgotten title is once again hot on the tip of my tongue.
Even if the Phoenix Seal was lost, it was still the source of the emperor's bloodline.
No matter how smart the six-year-old emperor is, he still needs to be dependent on his mother. This thought spread like wildfire, almost igniting the secret letters in the sleeves of several old ministers.
The morning and evening bells of Shodai-ji Temple troubled the Empress Dowager, and this was a mystery that was kept secret.
In the past, the noble families were happy to turn a deaf ear and dumb, after all, the fire had not reached the door of the ancestral temple.
Now the blade of the Regent Princess is against the throat of the Nine-Rank System, forcing them to pry open the cage of the ancient Buddha with green lamps.
"Aunt, please stay."
When the court was dismissed, the twelve-chapter pattern on the dragon robe shook. The little emperor grabbed the corner of Jiang Xue's sleeve and said, "The Grand Tutor said that my cousin asked for leave, but his old illness relapsed?"
The child's spine, which had been trying hard to straighten, collapsed, revealing the wrinkled pages of "The Emperor's Model" in his sleeves.
Jiang Xue smoothed his frowning brows with her fingers: "The Imperial Hospital took care of him last night and his fever subsided. Tomorrow you will be able to see Minister Jiang, who is full of life."
The gilded armor brushed against the edge of the young emperor's dragon-patterned collar, and suddenly hung in mid-air: "What if I say... Queen Feng is not praying in Zhaoti Temple?"
The autumn sun passed through the palace gate and traced the shadows of the two people. Jiang Heng lowered his head and stared at the double dragon pendant on his waist. His childish voice was clear:
"The apricot blossom soup that my mother fed me always tasted bitter, but the milk tea in my aunt's palace was the sweetest."
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