Chapter 1067 Sympathy
He turned the yellowed pages and pointed to a certain cinnabar annotation: "Yun Zhen was on a diplomatic mission to Shanshan for more than two years. If he learned this kind of secret technique, it would be consistent with the pulse of the zombie."
Jiang Xue stared at the pear trees falling outside the window. Suddenly, she felt her belly moving. She subconsciously protected her bulging belly and said, "Don't let Yun Che know about this for now."
"I didn't know that there was still such a rift between His Highness and the Prime Minister."
Jiang Xiaoan folded his arms and chuckled, the silver needle bag on his waist jingling with his movements.
"The Imperial Medical Bureau said that my pregnancy is unstable. He attends court during the day and stays by the warm room at night."
She stroked her sore lower back and sighed, "If I knew this, I'd probably put the black jade in a black iron box to feel at ease."
Jiang Xiaoan stroked the jade pendant at his waist, and suddenly remembered Fu Dong's heroic figure riding a horse to cover the rear during a hunting trip. His tone softened unconsciously: "At most, I can keep it a secret until the Cold Food Festival. If my third cousin asks..."
"I will take care of it myself."
Jiang Xue interrupted him and took out a gilded token from the rosewood box:
"Tomorrow at 3:30 am, take this order to Lantai Pavilion to find Xu the registrar. The volume of Strange Stories of the Western Regions is hidden in the Bing warehouse, and you need ice silk gloves to read it."
"Why not let Fudong..."
"She is currently training new soldiers in the training ground."
Jiang Xue caught a glimpse of his suddenly bright eyes and casually threw a celadon medicine bottle at him: "I advise you to apply some golden wound medicine first - who had his hair crown knocked off by a silver spear last month?"
Jiang Xiaoan caught the medicine bottle with his ears turning red, and when he walked to the corridor, he suddenly heard the sound of swords clashing.
He looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a red-tasseled spear dancing like a dragon under a ginkgo tree. A girl in black armor had sweat on her temples as she used the Twelve-Way Spear Technique to break the formation without any mistakes.
Outside the locked red gate of the courtyard, there was only a sleepy little maid guarding it.
When Jiang Xiaoan handed over the business card, the copper bells on the eaves jingled in the wind.
Fu Dong listened to the report while holding the celadon cup in his hand, and suddenly he felt a thin layer of sweat on his palms. The snow water that had stained his palms when he first met Merlin that day seemed to seep into the cracks between his fingers and into his bones.
"not see."
She placed the teacup heavily on the stone table, startling the weeping crabapple tree on the desk.
But before half a cup of tea had passed, familiar footsteps were heard outside the moon cave door.
Fu Dong subconsciously clenched the gold-plated and silver-inlaid dagger at his waist and watched the dark figure slowly passing through the vines.
"Where is Chun Xing who is on duty at the East Corner Gate?" She stood up suddenly, her usually cold voice trembling rarely.
Jiang Xiaoan took out a blue and white porcelain vase from his sleeve and shook it: "I wanted to coax her with the Three Character Classic, but this girl is very stubborn."
Seeing Fu Dong's face suddenly change, he quickly added: "It's just Gansongsan, a sleep aid. He is sleeping soundly in the ear room right now."
"If you trespass into the forbidden palace, you will be punished..."
Before he finished speaking, his wrist suddenly felt warm.
Jiang Xiaoan's fingertips were still stained with the scent of medicine, but he squeezed her fingers so hard that they hurt:
"If you don't make it clear today, I will go and ask Your Majesty to grant me a marriage tomorrow. The memorials submitted to the Censorate to accuse me have already piled up as high as a man."
Fu Dong pulled his wrist back suddenly, and the silver needle hidden in his sleeve almost slipped out of his hand.
But when she met those sparkling eyes, she suddenly remembered that half a month ago in the Imperial Stables, this man was knocked to the ground by a startled horse, but he was still guarding the jade crown in his arms tightly. It was the one she had casually praised the day before.
"Half an incense stick."
She retreated to the side of the corridor pillar, her fingertips already holding three bone-piercing nails: "Let's go after that."
Jiang Xiaoan took out an oil-paper bag from his bosom, and the sweet aroma of steamed yogurt with osmanthus sugar mixed with the smell of medicine wafted out: "I saw you use half a piece more at the Shangshi Bureau that day."
He tapped the stone table with his fingertips: "How about we sit here and talk?"
Fu Dong stared at the ink stains on his cuffs - they were exactly the same as the detailed portrait he had sandwiched in the "Collection of Yuefu Poems" that day. Finally, he put the hidden weapon back into his sleeve.
The late spring wind swept across the crabapple blossoms between the two of them, rolling up a few scattered petals.
Fu Dong lowered his eyes and stroked the dark pattern on his sleeves. Was it sudden? Or maybe not.
When the other person expressed his feelings, she had already noticed her own budding feelings during the countless mornings and evenings they spent together.
Mutual love is a natural thing for two people to fall in love with each other, but this stream happens to hit reefs.
"Do you think it's hasty?" Jiang Xiaoan suddenly grabbed the stone railing, his blue veins bulging slightly in the moonlight.
The night breeze carried the scent of medicine and blew across his cheek. Fudong thought of the old scar on his wrist that he had deliberately exposed when taking someone's pulse three days ago.
She originally wanted this young man from aristocratic family to give up, but she didn't expect that he would blurt out "I like you" the moment he felt her pulse.
"Master Jiang, do you know what ordinary people value most when choosing a wife?"
She pointed to the brightly lit streets in the distance: "They are a perfect match, and they support each other in marriage and raising children."
Her fingertips brushed across the jade pendant on her waist: "But I am already a widow in this life, and I will never be able to..."
"Neither can I!"
Jiang Xiaoan suddenly approached, his moon-white robe sweeping off a few bamboo leaves: "When I was fourteen, I secretly tasted 365 poisonous herbs to test their medicinal properties. The cold poison entered my marrow and is difficult to remove."
He grabbed Fu Dong's hand and pressed it against his pulse: "If you don't believe me, check it now!"
Fu Dong's fingertips trembled slightly, and he clearly felt the three pulses of Cun, Guan and Chi, all of which were floating.
Such a strange pulse condition does seem to be caused by years of poison testing.
She suddenly remembered how this man tested drugs in the epidemic area for three days and three nights without sleep when they first met.
“Look…”
Jiang Xiaoan's voice suddenly softened, and he took out an oil-paper bag from his sleeve: "I waited in line for half an hour for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Wang Ji in the east of the city."
The icing sugar stuck to his eyelashes, making him look a little childish. "In the future, we can go to the West Market every day to listen to storytelling, and we don't have to be bothered by the noise of these little brats."
Fu Dong stared at the sugar crumbs on his lapel and suddenly felt his eyes sore.
When he said "I like you" that day, she clearly saw half a volume of "Qian Jin Fang" hidden in his sleeve. He must have rushed over from the free medical consultation.
It turns out that there really are fools in this world who keep their true feelings and medical books together.
"Jiang Xiaoan."
She suddenly grabbed the jade pendant on the man's waist and said, "Doctor Zhang from Jishitang in the south of the city is best at treating difficult and complicated diseases. Tomorrow at noon..."
Before he could finish his words, his lips and teeth were blocked by the sudden smell of sugar.
Fu Dong suddenly shook off the other person's hand, and his ears turned red: "Mr. Jiang, please respect yourself!"
Jiang Xiaoan folded the silk handkerchief embroidered with twin lotus flowers into a square, her fingertips trembling slightly:
"If you are willing to talk about the past that is like a thorn in your side, I will be the best tree hole; if not, I will be the keeper of your lamp in the eternal night."
He took out half a jade pendant from his sleeve: "This is the South China Sea warm jade that I bought with my savings from three years of drug testing."
"My third cousin taught me that love should be like spring water used to brew tea."
Jiang Xiaoan gently placed the jade pendant on the stone table: "To know her well-being, to protect her, to believe in what she asks for. If her wings are broken, I will turn into a boat; if she is covered in dust, I will wipe it clean as new."
He suddenly knelt on one knee and said, "Jiang knows that I am stupid, but you share the same pain. I beg you to allow me to fulfill this oath."
Fu Dong clenched the medicine bag at his waist, which contained the antidote pills they exchanged when they first met.
When I heard the words "sympathy for each other", a kind of secret resonance vibrated in my blood.
At this moment, looking at the young man's red eyes, she suddenly turned her back and said, "Let me think about it for three days."
Jiang Xiaoan backed out of the pavilion, and the hem of her clothes swept off a few petals of the weeping crabapple tree.
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