Chapter 1492: Deepest Respect! [Author's Note - Sample Book for Prize Draw]
"Even if you die by accident, you'll still be on the list."
Therefore, Ji Moqiu wasn't worried about Kang Shi's life or death at all. While alive, he was protected by His Highness's merits; even after death, the "Investiture of the Gods" would bind his soul. The world here, reshaping its vitality, wouldn't let Kang Shi go. To be honest, the Heavenly Dao of both the great and small worlds like this.
Spirits imbued with merit are all great treasures.
Kang Shi was taken aback, realizing he had forgotten about this incident.
“However, didn’t Lord Jimo also say that if you can make it onto the list alive, try not to lose your life? If you can live, try not to die.” Kang Shi changed the subject, carefully observing Jimo Qiu’s expression out of the corner of his eye, wanting to discuss something with him, “I know that Lord Jimo is a recluse, the most kind and benevolent person, and extremely loyal to the Lord. You certainly don’t want to see the Lord worry and troubled, do you?”
Ji Moqiu: "So?"
"My lord, please do not tell the lord about my situation."
In two more days, Kang Shi will be almost fully recovered.
Upon hearing this, Ji Moqiu nodded and handed the Gu medicine in his hand to Kang Shi: "Minister Kang, rest assured, I am not a talkative person and will not speak carelessly. But your injuries are serious, so you should follow the doctor's advice and take the medicine properly so that Your Highness can be at ease as soon as possible."
Kang Shi lowered his eyes, staring at the bubbling, viscous poison, his eyebrows almost knotted together. He had temporarily lost his sense of smell and taste, but he still had his sense of touch. Just thinking about this bowl of colorful black liquid being poured into his mouth, the moist, sticky stuff resembling feces sliding down his throat and rolling into his stomach, made him feel physically uncomfortable.
"Can't... the poison be made into pills?"
Does it have to be a bowl of fresh, hot excrement... a poison?
Even our own master felt nauseous after drinking this poison.
Ji Moqiu said, "Okay."
"Okay, then I'll take my medicine..."
Kang Shi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to agree to take the pills when he saw Ji Moqiu pull out a three- or four-pound oiled paper package from somewhere. He glanced at it briefly and saw that the package was filled with thumb-sized black pills. He immediately lost his temper.
He asked awkwardly, "How many pills per meal? Before or after a meal?"
Ji Moqiu took out a pill, crushed it with a little skill to reveal the dried white Gu worm corpse inside the black pill, and said in a serious tone that made Kang Shi feel like he had been struck by lightning: "One meal, eat it as a meal."
Kang Shi: "...Huh?"
His large eyes were filled with even greater confusion.
Ji Moqiu explained, "The number of Gu worms used in this bowl of Gu medicine is the same as in this packet. However, the Gu medicine is completely crushed and boiled at different temperatures to extract the essence from the Gu worms. The pills are made by wrapping the Gu worms in special medicinal powder to prevent them from harming the stomach."
Once ingested, the medicinal coating is absorbed, and the Gu worms are gradually absorbed by the body, resulting in a gentle and non-irritating effect.
Kang Shi: "..."
If it weren't for Ji Moqiu's utterly sincere expression, he would have thought this young man was deliberately playing a trick on him. Kang Shi then turned his pleading gaze to Fang Yan, who, receiving the distress signal, added fuel to the fire by using his status as a physician to vouch for Ji Moqiu—not to mention this witch doctor Ji Moqiu, all physicians in the medical field did the same thing. Patients either drank boiled herbal decoctions or ate pills until they were stuffed.
"...I...I'd better drink the poison."
After all, a short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one.
Even the most disgusting poison is only enough for one bowl. And since he's lost his sense of taste and smell, as long as he doesn't imagine himself drinking a bowl of thick, hot excrement, it shouldn't be too disgusting, and it'll even take effect faster. He mentally prepared himself several times.
He took a deep breath, looking as if he were bravely facing death.
Kang Shi, fearing he might regret it, seized the moment while his courage still lingered, picked up the bowl of poison with both hands, and brought it to his lips, tilting his head back, wishing the entire bowl of poison would slide straight down his throat. The distance from his lips to his throat was less than four inches; it would be over in the blink of an eye. But alas—
"vomit--"
Good news! Kang Shi's sense of smell and taste has been restored.
Bad news, the taste of the poison hit him right in the head.
Even worse, his sense of smell and taste seemed more sensitive than usual; before he could even swallow a bowl of poison, he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. His throat refused to let the poison pass through, and his stomach spasmed. Kang Shi bent over on the bed, wanting to vomit.
He is very fast.
But it wasn't as fast as the hand that suddenly appeared from nowhere.
That hand, with its slender, well-proportioned knuckles, was incredibly strong. It covered Kang Shi's mouth with one hand while pinching his upper and lower lips with two fingers, ensuring that Kang Shi couldn't pry open even with all his might, and not a single drop of the poison would spill out! Not only did that hand cover his mouth from behind, but it also used a little trick to make him tilt his head back slightly, forcing his throat to accept the entire poison as it passed through, flowing smoothly into his stomach in one step.
Kang Shi: "...!!!"
What's more terrifying than the smell of poison?
He leaned back and saw the Lord's face! Ahhhhhh!
Startled, Kang Shi's eyes widened, and he unconsciously swallowed the remaining poison, forgetting even the physiological reaction of vomiting. Shen Tang looked down at him, her almond eyes calm and unwavering, making Kang Shi's hair stand on end.
"drink."
Shen Tang took off the water pouch from her waist and handed it to him.
Kang Shi seemed to have left his body at that moment.
Watching myself obediently take the water pouch and drink the water in a serious and methodical manner.
Shen Tang: "Eat."
Kang Shi took the candied fruit that was handed to him and chewed it unconsciously.
Qian Yong, in the next bed, didn't dare to breathe too loudly.
Enduring the pain from his wound, he carefully shifted his position, held his breath, and slowly completed the sideways movement. With his back to Shen Tang, he began to feign sleep, closing his eyes and trying to convince himself that he was sleepwalking. Fang Yan hadn't expected Shen Tang to appear, so he chose to protect himself.
Better to die than to die, my fellow Daoist.
He immediately pulled out his medical records and betrayed Kang Shi's medical history.
The document details the diagnostic procedures performed after taking over Kangshi, including each diagnosis based on observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, as well as the principles, methods, prescriptions, and medications used each time, word for word.
Medical records are crucial for the inheritance of medical knowledge. Physicians meticulously record the details of each patient they treat in their medical records. The more specific and detailed the records, the better they are for future generations to refer to and learn from. Medical records are like a book with unlimited capacity. Physicians don't have to worry about length or racking their brains to simplify the language. In fact, to avoid misunderstandings, they use plain language that everyone can understand, so even illiterate commoners have no problem understanding them.
Therefore, Kang Shi's medical record is nearly a hundred pages long!
Shen Tang held Fang Yan's "medical record" and frowned deeply.
This time, she didn't skim through the text, but scanned it word by word, occasionally glancing at Kang Shi who was secretly observing her. Every time their eyes met, Kang Shi would nervously curl his fingers, looking guilty and pitiful as if he had been caught red-handed.
It took a long time for Shen Tang to finish reading.
Shen Tang closed the "medical record," which then transformed into a bluish-green light, becoming an exquisite jade pendant shaped like a book. It returned to Fang Yan's waist, quietly nestled against Wen Xin's monogram.
Kang Shi cautiously called out, "Why has the lord come?"
"If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known someone was so audacious as to try and deceive me." Shen Tang controlled herself from softening, her face still displaying an expressionless calm. "Didn't I just hear someone say they'd keep it from me for two more days? Ji Shou is here, did he hear that?"
Kang Shi felt like the hairs on the back of his body were standing on end.
He replied firmly, "No!"
"Really not?"
"Absolutely not!"
Shen Tang's smile remained unchanged, but a glint of something ambiguous, a smile, flickered in his eyes. Unlike his usual warmth, this light sent a chill down Kang Shi's spine, and he inwardly cried out, "My life is over." He wasn't afraid of his lord holding him accountable, whether it was a pay cut or something else, even a furious outburst that would overturn tables and tents, but not this look.
It was terrifying; it gave him the creeps.
Shen Tang said, "You really are incorrigible."
This wasn't the first time Kang Shi had tried to hide his injuries from her; she'd caught him at least twice. It couldn't be that Kang Shi was just unlucky, and that she'd run into him both times. Shen Tang still couldn't believe Kang Jishou's admission. Listening to Shen Tang's restrained rebuke, Kang Shi felt increasingly guilty, lowering his head and daring not to look his mistress in the eye.
"Was he poisoned and rendered mute by a Gu poison?"
Kang Shi remained silent, while Ji Moqiu "kicked him when he was down."
"The poison has no effect on making people mute."
Shen Tang grew increasingly angry: "Kang! Ji! Shou!"
Looking at Kang Shi's furtive expression, she felt a surge of anger and wanted to slap him. But seeing that Kang Shi was still injured and looked pitifully battered, the slap lost all its force halfway through the air. It landed lightly on the back of Kang Shi's head, barely noticeable, like a gentle pat. Qian Yong pouted and rolled his eyes; even his breath felt stronger than her slap.
This is hardly a reprimand of a subject!
Even raising a son wouldn't be this indulgent.
It was so sour, so sour that Qian Yong's old face wrinkled up like a steamed bun.
Kang Shishun bowed his head and shrugged, offering a very perceptive apology: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I know I was wrong. I will do it again next time—"
You'll dare to do it again next time!
Shen Tang interrupted Kang Shi.
She had known Kang Shi for almost twenty years, so much so that she knew him so well that she could tell what kind of mess he was up to just by the way he bent over.
Admitting your mistakes is the most satisfying thing to do, but it's also the most unrepentant.
Last time, he also proclaimed his mistake to Shen Tang in the same way, and it was also very sincere. Isn't he still hoping to hide it from her this time?
It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature!
The Kangxi Emperor's reforms were simply a case of the sun rising in the west!
Unfortunately, Shen Tang couldn't do anything about it.
Kang Shi clearly distinguished between public and private matters between the ruler and his subjects, and as a subject, he fulfilled his duties. How could Shen Tang, as the ruler, possibly criticize him?
Kang Shi was restless and could only manage a stiff, forced smile.
I hope the Lord will take pity on his pitiful state and let this go.
Shen Tang: "..."
This sight infuriated Shen Tang.
He turned his head and ordered Ji Moqiu in a fierce and deep tone: "High Priest, give him the strongest and most effective Gu medicine these two days, and make sure he drinks every last drop. If he dares to waste a single drop, you tell me, and this matter will not be over!"
Ji Moqiu cupped his hands in agreement: "As you command."
Kang Shi felt a sudden darkness before his eyes: "No..."
Shen Tang said gruffly, "You can choose between drinking the poison or taking the pills! If you can't remember with your brain, then you can remember with your mouth!"
She had also taken several doses of Gu poison.
That feeling is truly etched into the soul.
Okay, fine.
Kang Shi immediately became obedient after being scolded.
He knew that if he tried to bargain any further, he would get beaten up.
Shen Tang sat for a while, then stormed off, still seething with anger. Before leaving, she said, "Don't disturb Uncle He if he's asleep. I'll come back to check on him later." This infuriated Qian Yong, causing veins to bulge on his forehead. He remained furious until she was far away.
"Damn it, what's with all this flirting?!"
Patient Kang Shi: "What are you saying?"
Qian Yong pointed at his face with his fingers, which still smelled of grime from rubbing between his toes, and said unhappily, "Why don't I deserve it?"
Why is there such differential treatment?
Can Shen Youli really say she didn't know he was still awake?
She dared to admit it herself, but Uncle Qian still didn't believe her.
Fang Yan: "..."
Qian Yong flew into a rage: "So you can't say sweet nothings in front of my face? Is my face supposed to make her impotent?"
Fang Yan: "..."
Kang Shi: "..."
Should Gu Wangchao take the blame for this?
No, Gu Chi felt he shouldn't take the blame.
If anyone is to blame, it's the spiritual words in the records of rulers and ministers in the sacred land of mountains and seas, such as "The women are jealous of my beautiful eyebrows, and spread rumors that I am promiscuous," and "My heart is as red as cinnabar, and my bones are fragrant even when they decay"... Ministers comparing themselves to their wives and concubines every day is something that has existed since ancient times.
It wasn't him who led them astray.
Honestly, isn't the relationship between a ruler and his subjects a kind of NP (non-player) relationship?
"...It's only natural for someone as colorless as General Qian to spend 360 days a year in the cold palace." From the outside perspective, especially among the Central Allied Forces, Kangguo seemed to have gained an advantage in this battle. However, from Shen Tang's point of view, Kangshi suffered a great loss. Half of their 5,000 elite troops were wiped out, and Kangshi and his men almost collapsed. She was in excruciating pain, but had to hide her emotions. She came in person to comfort and visit the wounded soldiers, to settle the fallen soldiers, and to personally promise more generous compensation to appease the army's morale.
After completing the round, she looked tired.
Physical fatigue and financial losses are minor matters.
The mental anguish was what hurt her the most.
Qin Li and others were stationed at the central command, while Qi Shan sent Gu Chi along, taking advantage of Gu Chi's scholarly background to immediately sense the lord's emotions and offer guidance and comfort. Although scholars are often considered eccentric, they can become like normal people once their emotions stabilize.
Gu Chi is always meticulous and good at making jokes.
Shen Tang's attention was diverted by him.
He said irritably, "You said that to his face?"
Gu Chi smiled but remained silent.
Shen Tang: "Uncle Qian is not like you at all."
He would absolutely not argue about this.
Gu Chi: "Really? I don't believe it."
Shen Tang: "..."
Sometimes, she admired those emperors who managed to have their court flourish and their harems bear fruit. If Shen Tang were one of them, she felt she would be exhausted just dealing with one side. Keeping the court in check was already incredibly difficult; how did these men manage to navigate the fierce competition for the emperor's favor and trust during the day, and still have the energy to sow their seed in the harem after work? It was truly… awe-inspiring!
Gu Chi, who was gossiping about the Lord's inner thoughts: "..."
Seeing his master's gaze fall upon him, he awkwardly scratched the tip of his nose and couldn't help but ponder seriously: "Is it possible that dealing with the harem doesn't actually require much time at all?"
Let alone half a stick of incense, it's at most half a stick of incense.
The monarchs recorded in the sacred land of mountains and seas seem to have been ordinary mortals. How much energy could such a task possibly take up for them?
Shen Tang: "...That makes sense."
Thinking about it this way, she felt confident that she could do it.
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