Chapter 1060: Jade Ring with Chi Pattern
"You see things clearly."
"It's not that I understand everything, I just keep a hope."
Yun Zhen leaned against the bluestone table, his knuckles unconsciously rubbing the edge of the teacup: "I always hope that the princess will remember my usefulness one day and send me back to where I came from."
Jiang Xue raised her eyes slightly, and her gilded hairpin shone like gold in the light and shadow of the corridor: "I specially brought Doctor Jiang here today. Would you like him to take your pulse?"
"Princess, do you still want to test my life or death?"
Yun Zhen suddenly laughed out loud, and picked up the scattered pharmacopoeias on the table with his wide sleeves.
Jiang Xiaoan noticed the densely packed comments between the yellowed pages, the handwriting was surprisingly 70% similar to the third prince's handwriting when he was alive.
The sunlight leaking in through the carved wooden window drew a line of light and darkness between the two of them. Jiang Xuesu held down the silk handkerchief that was blown up by the wind and asked, "If we were in each other's shoes, would Master Yun trust us so easily?"
"Of course not."
Yun Zhen suppressed his smile and pressed his wrist heavily on the pulse pillow: "Please trouble Imperial Doctor Jiang to take a closer look. This is the pulse of a living dead person. Don't diagnose any vitality in him."
The silver thread hung in the air for a moment, and Jiang Xiaoan's brows furrowed more and more tightly.
Fu Dong's knuckles turned white as he held the medicine box, but he saw the imperial physician finally shook his head dejectedly: "It's the same as the pulse diagnosis a month ago."
"Are you relieved, Princess?"
Yun Zhen turned the empty teacup carelessly, the glazed green shadow passing over his pale neck: "It's better to go back home earlier, so as not to be affected by the evil spirits in this courtyard..."
Yun Zhen suddenly stood up, holding the table, and a black jade pendant slipped out from his collar.
"Wait."
Jiang Xue's pupils suddenly shrank - that was clearly the double dragon-patterned pendant that she had tied on her brother's jade belt with her own hands, and the edge still had the fine marks that she had accidentally knocked out that year.
Jiang Xiaoan grabbed the jade pendant first and rubbed the jade stain on the eyes of the Chilong with his fingertips.
Yun Zhen sneered, "Doctor Jiang is even on guard against dead things? This thing has been hidden in the secret compartment of the coffin for fifteen years. It's cleaner than any of you here."
"Fifteen years ago..."
Jiang Xue's fingertips touched the cool jade face, and she suddenly remembered her brother tying the jade pendant on the apricot-yellow silk ribbon on the day of her coming of age, and saying with a smile that he wanted to wear it to see what she would look like in her wedding dress.
The silk ribbon has long since decayed, but the Chilong's eyes are still gleaming with a faint light.
Fu Dong saw that the princess' knuckles were blue and white, and was about to step forward but was stopped by Jiang Xiaoan.
The silver needle in the doctor's sleeve flashed coldly, and Yun Zhen pushed open the window and let the draft blow away. He whispered, "Return the property to its original owner. The princess should leave now."
Jiang Xue put the jade pendant into her lapel, thanked her in a hurry and left. Fu Dong and Jiang Xiaoan looked at each other and quickly followed.
Yun Zhen watched the slender figure from behind, a faint smile forming on his lips.
As the carriage was shaking, Jiang Xue took out the black jade and placed it in her palm.
As I traced the patterns repeatedly with my fingertips, the scene of tying the pendant for my brother's burial seemed like yesterday.
This burial object actually reappeared in the world. Could this be God's will, hinting that Yun Zhen really has the ability to resurrect people?
She closed her eyes and placed the jade against her cheekbone, as if she could touch her brother's thin and tall figure.
"If this method is really feasible..."
She whispered to the void: "I would not hesitate to sacrifice my life in exchange for my brother's rebirth. But now the smoke of war in the north has not yet died down, and there are disturbances in the south. I really can't put down this regent seal."
The soft jade touches my skin and gradually warms me up: "Brother, please wait a little longer. I will take you back when I have stabilized the situation."
The woman, immersed in her thoughts, did not notice that a faint light was flickering inside the jade pendant.
Ten feet behind the carriage, Jiang Xiaoan drove his horse to Fu Dong's side.
The maid in green deliberately kept a distance from him, which made him feel stuffy in his chest, so he simply rode his horse side by side with her.
"Have you ever examined the object carefully?"
He lowered his voice and said, "Although there is no evidence of poison, it was done by a living dead person..."
Fu Dong gripped the reins tightly and frowned: "Since you said it's okay, why do you keep mentioning it?"
"Yun Zhen can control the corpse soldiers, how do you know what evil magic is hidden in the jade pendant?"
Jiang Xiaoan looked at the carriage in the distance and said, "You can't persuade them. You have to let my third cousin come forward."
"Understood. I will report this to the Prime Minister tonight."
"besides……"
He was suddenly speechless, his eyes swept across the silver sachet on the maid's waist: "Bring more mugwort when you go on the southern tour, the swamps are full of miasma."
Fu Dong's fingertips trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes and replied softly: "I've got it in mind."
Dusk seeped into the carriage through the gauze curtains, and the sound of Jiang Xiaoan's knuckles tapping on the window sill became more and more anxious.
Fu Dong huddled in the corner of the carriage, sorting her medicine box, and was unwilling to look up and meet his gaze.
He finally couldn't help but say: "Actually..."
The words turned around when they reached his lips: "The matter of the jade ring with dragon pattern..."
"Don't mention it again."
The celadon medicine bottle made a crisp clash in Fu Dong's hands, and she suddenly stood up: "The Prime Minister knows his limits."
The candlelight on the rosewood low table swayed violently as the carriage jolted, casting a swaying shadow between the two people.
Jiang Xiaoan looked at her figure retreating to the side of the car curtain, and his throat felt like it was blocked by a silk handkerchief soaked in coptis.
Half a month ago, they rode in this carriage together to pick holly, and Fudong would smile and help him tie his cloak belt.
The mutton-fat palace lanterns in the princess's bedroom stayed on all night.
Jiang Xue leaned against the gilded bedpost, her eyes tracing the outline of Xiao Zhan's sleeping body.
The hair soaked with cold sweat stuck to the temples, making the usually fierce face appear a bit fragile like glass.
Her fingertips hovered above his furrowed brows, and in the end she only lifted the slipping quilt up half an inch.
The iron horses under the eaves were startled by the night wind, and her almost inaudible sigh was mixed with the clinking sound.
If he had married a girl from a scholarly family, he should be reviewing official documents with her by his side now, instead of accompanying her in the bloody storm.
This thought was like a poisoned silver needle, which pierced her and made her suddenly clutch the ends of his hair that were scattered on the pillow.
When the first ray of morning light penetrated the mica screen, Feng Ziqing was scraping the dragon pattern on the imperial edict with his armor.
The gold paint accumulated into thin lines between the fingernails, like the doubts entangled in the heart.
Zhuier's hands were shaking as she held the dressing box: "My Lady, the sedan chair has been waiting for half an hour..."
"What's the hurry?" She threw the imperial edict into the agarwood box. When the copper lock was closed, a few dried plum petals fell onto the table.
Could that enchantress from the Western Regions actually convince the old ministers in the court?
She pinched her palms deeply and looked at the mirror at her carefully drawn eyebrows - Jiang Heng loved to caress this dark-colored eyebrow and called him mother.
The snow on both sides of the palace wall had not yet melted, and winding tracks were left where the sedan chair had passed.
Feng Ziqing stroked the Nine Luan gold bracelet on her wrist and suddenly chuckled.
It’s time to replace the stories of loyalty and filial piety by the young emperor’s pillow. As for the eldest princess… She squinted her eyes and looked at the approaching Xuanwu Gate, as if she could already see Suzaku Street covered with manifestos to punish the rebels.
As the dusk faded, Xiao Zhan's eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened his eyes in the scent of sandalwood.
Jiang Xue was dozing off on the rosewood couch with her arms propped up, the pearl tassels hanging from her hair swaying gently with her breathing.
As soon as he moved, the brocade quilt made a slight rustling sound.
"Are you finally awake?"
Jiang Xue opened her eyes suddenly, and her fingertips were already touching his forehead: "I've changed the medicine soup three times, and now I'm using it."
She turned around and knocked lightly on the jade ruyi outside the screen. The maids in the corridor immediately came in with gilded bronze basins.
Xiao Zhan forced himself to sit up, revealing his chest wrapped in white gauze under his dark nightgown: "Xiaoxue kept guarding me all night..."
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