"Miss Yue'er, we're here."
"Um."
Get off at Xihe and enter Xiangguo Temple.
The dusk deepened, and the entire Xiangguo Temple was shrouded in clouds and mist. Xihe glanced at the monk who was passing by and saw that his face was ordinary and plain, the kind that you would hardly remember if you threw him into a crowd.
The monk bowed slightly and clasped his hands together, saying, "Donor Jiang."
Xihe: ...Song Mo is indeed extremely capable.
Along the way, the two of them bypassed the patrol guards, turned several corners, and easily entered the prince's room.
Candles were burning on the table, a eunuch was sleeping on a chair, the prince had his hands at his sides, his eyes closed, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of medicine.
Xiao Wu looked at Xi He: "Miss Yue'er..."
Xihe walked over and frowned unconsciously at the first sight. His face was sallow and withered, and his cheekbones and forehead were extremely protruding... He was a prince, but he became like this in such a short time.
Xiao Wu's heart suddenly lifted up: "Miss Yue'er, is the prince okay?"
Xihe shook his head, raised his hand and placed it on the prince's pulse, closed his eyes to diagnose, and after a moment, opened his eyes, took out the prepared silver needle and began to give acupuncture. Xiaowu stood aside and dared not breathe.
The house was quiet, with the occasional sound of patrolling guards' footsteps not far away.
After an unknown amount of time, Xihe carefully removed the silver needle. Xiaowu immediately stepped forward to fold the prince's clothes. Xihe walked to the table and quickly wrote down a prescription: "Take it for three days with a medicinal bath."
Xiao Wu immediately asked, "What about three days later?"
Xihe raised his head and glanced at him, saying, "If you can't recover in three days, let your master prepare mourning clothes."
Xiao Wu's eyes widened immediately, and he looked so shocked that he was speechless. Xi He's eyes flashed with a smile. He turned to look at the still motionless prince and walked towards the door: "Let's go back."
Xiaowu put the prescription in his arms and hurried to catch up.
For three consecutive days, Xihe went out secretly to treat the prince. I don't know what Song Mo did. The prince's condition changed so much, but there was no news at all.
After the acupuncture that day, Xihe stood up and walked away.
Xiao Wu stepped forward to fold the prince's clothes. "Miss Yue'er, three days have passed. How is the prince? Is he fully recovered? How long will it take? You..."
puff!
The person lying on the bed suddenly sat up and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Xiaowu was stunned.
The prince, who was so thin that he was unrecognizable, looked at him, then fell on the bed with a bang and fell into coma again.
Xiao Wu reacted and rushed over in a hurry: "Prince!"
"Miss Yue'er, what's going on? Why, why are you suddenly vomiting blood? This, this..." He was so panicked that his face turned pale.
Xihe walked over calmly: "Well, the blood clots have been spit out, and the next step is recuperation."
Considering that the prince was in great pain and he needed to wake up as soon as possible to stabilize the situation in the court, Xihe used all kinds of strong drugs to make him respond within just three days.
As for whether there will be any sequelae to the body?
If it weren't for her, he would have died this time. It's better to be a little weaker than to die completely.
Xihe left a prescription for recuperation. Xiaowu didn't understand it and was extremely excited. He kept muttering, "Miss Yue'er, you are simply a miracle doctor in the world," and then he sent her home safely.
These days, Xihe has been busy at night and sleeping during the day, with his daily routine reversed.
Old Master Jiang was so angry that he wanted to drag her out, but seeing that she was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes and even fell asleep while eating, he had to give up.
Xihe was able to have a good rest.
After that, she rested for a few days and started going out early and coming back late again.
Mr. Jiang: ???
I can’t control it anymore, I can’t control it anymore, forget it.
As for Song Mo, after the initial nourishment of his legs, it was finally time for formal treatment. Therefore, Xihe went to treat his legs every day, and took the opportunity to eat, drink, and inquire about his news.
"The prince has woken up and is gradually recovering."
"oh."
"Your Majesty has issued an order, ordering him to return to the palace as soon as possible to govern the country. Ministers have submitted petitions, requesting that Your Majesty allow the Crown Prince time to recuperate... Yesterday, another batch of broken porcelain was cleared out of the palace."
Xihe: “…”
The hand that was twisting the osmanthus cake stopped, speechless.
This emperor was also a weirdo. When the prince was in good health, he was extremely cautious and refused to let him participate in politics. It was not until his ministers could no longer bear it and petitioned him that he reluctantly assigned him some small tasks. However, now that the prince needed to recuperate, he began to delegate power.
This move clearly aims to tire the prince out.
Xi He recalled the accusations made by the original owner in his previous life and asked, "Besides the former court, what about the harem? Is there any news coming out?"
It would be better to find a concubine who is a disaster to the country as soon as possible, so as to distract the emperor's attention.
In the previous life, when the original owner entered the palace, the crown prince had already died. The new crown prince was still a child and had no sense of existence. The other princes regarded each other as enemies and fought each other fiercely. The ministers in the court were also greedy and formed cliques, making the whole place chaotic.
Some ministers who have served the country and the people are either still struggling or retired early.
In the end, those who struggled hard either died in the fights among the princes, or were instigated by the original owners and imprisoned on various charges. Only those ministers who retired early had a marginally better ending.
But the mountains and rivers are broken, how good can it be?
Xihe thought, if all else fails, she could just use a bowl of medicine to get rid of the emperor. Why bother with all this trouble... Hey? Why hadn't she thought of this before?
Xihe's eyes lit up.
Song Mo: "...You, why are you looking at me like that?"
Xihe looked around, pulled a chair forward, and whispered, "What do you think about us just killing him?"
Song Mo: “…”
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