The slave asked. There are indeed several ladies living in the Han Palace, but they all entered in recent years. There is only one... who entered shortly after Concubine Chen was promoted to Xia. "
The official was holding an ink stick and turning it around and around in the inkstone. He was looking at Chuyun and the other maids not far away, and kept his voice low.
Because he was so close, Shen Nanbao heard it very clearly. He was startled and stopped even with his gestures. He stopped there and fainted with a big ink stain. He came back to his senses and lowered his eyes to see the situation on the case. , immediately sneered.
"It's a waste of such a piece of Zhengdan paper."
Saying this, he balled up his hand and threw it into the bookcase in the corner.
The official laid the paper again for her.
The Zhengdan paper was made from Chengxintang paper using the calendering method, and there was a clear and crisp sound like jade when turning the pages. Laying it flat on the table, if you look at it under the light, you can see that there are vague and extreme lines of broken branches and plum blossoms.
Shen Nanbao's attention was not focused here. She just took her pen and licked the ink, and whispered: "Since there is one, let's take a look there for a while."
The paper reflected the light, hitting Fang Guan's face, illuminating her frowning eyebrows, "Emperor Ji, I always feel something is wrong..."
yes.
How many years has passed since Concubine Chen's incident? With the saint's cautious nature, how could he still keep the old man in the cold palace, waiting for others to take advantage of her?
The corners of Shen Nanbao's mouth were slightly pursed, but his hands were very steady, and he moved the pen smoothly, composing a couplet in one breath.
The title of the couplet is "Everything goes well, great achievements will be made, and the year will be proud to expand the ambitions."
Shen Nanbao removed the paperweight and held it up in the air. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "This one will be attached to the Zhengyang Palace. It's just right."
Fang Guan's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.
The paper blocked the view outside the window and also blocked Shen Nanbao's face.
Shen Nanbao relaxed his eyebrows and said, "She lured me there on purpose."...
That's fine.
As long as she didn't fall into the trap, no matter how much she hated her nose and eyes, there was nothing she could do about Shen Nanbao.
Fang Guan breathed a sigh of relief, but then said: "After noon, Doctor Mao Ji will come over and say that he is here to show Di Ji your tongue."
How long has it been? Let's see.
It was clear that he was groping for what Xiao Yichen called "remaining poison".
Shen Nanbao thought about this, and after lunch, he assigned Zhuiyun and the others to take the Zhengdan paper, and those to take the pen and ink. Anyway, their hands were full of work, and they were too busy to take time off.
When Shen Nanbao met Doctor Mao Ji, there were only three of them, Lu Kui, Fang Guan, and Fengyue in the room.
After looking, hearing and questioning, Doctor Mao Ji withdrew his hand.
Because he was the person sent by Xiao Yichen, Shen Nanbao didn't hide it and asked bluntly: "Doctor, is this nasal hemorrhoid caused by premature birth, weak body, exposure to wind and cold, or is it caused by something else."
The last sentence was said so hard that the muscles on Doctor Mao Ji's face trembled, and he hurriedly crossed his hands and kowtowed, "I hope that Emperor Ji will never say this again in the future."
He didn't say it clearly, but Shen Nanbao understood it, so the smile on his lips froze, and only a pair of hands tapped on his knees unhurriedly.
Once, twice... After the fifth stroke, Shen Nanbao finally spoke, "Doctor Mao Ji, I want to ask about what happened back then... I heard that my mother-in-law died of a hemorrhagic collapse... But You just said it...so, I want to know how my mother-in-law died."
I don't know why this was said, but it was extremely difficult to say it.
Especially the word "death", the moment I blurted it out, I felt a surge of grief and anger for no reason.
Even if he knew that she was his mother, she was just a decoration for her status.
But she forgot that her mother's blood was flowing in her body, and every breath she took was a continuation of her mother's love.
It's like a cup of tea filled with stems and leaves. It stays motionless on weekdays and only sees the clear soup noodles. But if you stir or shake it, all the hidden emotions can't help but surge up.
Shen Nanbao clenched his knees tightly.
Doctor Mao Ji bowed his head deeply, "Hemorrhagic bleeding is indeed hemorrhagic bleeding, but there are many ways to do it here. I inquired carefully before I came here, and also checked the records at that time. The medicine is really an anti-fetal medicine. It’s just that the meals that Concubine Chen eats on weekdays are a bit spicy. I heard people say that these are all requested by Concubine Chen, saying that the palace is cold and she needs to eat such spicy meals to warm her body..."
Shen Nanbao felt cold in his heart when he heard this, "Did my mother and concubine ask for it, or did the saint Te Te'er ask for it?"
No one answered her.
But it seemed to be silent.
Shen Nanbao took a breath and asked again: "Isn't it taboo for pregnant women to eat spicy food?"
Mao Ji's medical theory is, "Actually, as long as you use the medicine carefully, it doesn't matter. But like Concubine Chen, if you take one or two meals a day, it's fine. But over time, it's simply unbearable. Diarrhea, premature birth, fetus Weakness, maternal hemorrhage...etc."
Although I had expected it, when I thought about how my mother was able to survive alone in such a world until she was born, how she felt watching Gu Xiaoniang send her away, and how she took the white gift given by her father. Go to hell...
Everything was like a huge bag, trapping her. Everywhere was dark and she couldn't breathe.
Out of breath and with his head spinning, Shen Nanbao held onto the chair frame indiscriminately. The crisp and cold paint surface carved out a bird's beak, which was sharp and hard, making the palms of his hands ache.
Everyone saw her face turned pale, and they stepped forward to support her, some were relieved, and some were just standing there at a loss, including Dr. Mao Ji.
Shen Nanbao finally took a breath and calmed down, and then said: "What about Concubine He? They said that my mother-in-law poisoned Concubine He and caused her to have a miscarriage. What kind of poison did my mother-concubine give?"
It was too long ago.
It's all the master's business. Those who are slaves and officials only hear some rumors and remember some vague situations. As for the records, they are also half-true and false, so they can't be trusted.
Shen Nanbao then asked, "Have Dr. Mao Ji checked the pulse of Concubine Hefei in recent years?"
Dr. Mao Ji understood what she meant, "After the diagnosis, the body was indeed in a state of loss, but I heard that the poison was not poison... it was the antifetal medicine mixed with Qumai. In fact, this is all normal. I saw that paragraph At that time, Concubine He's records were appropriately called due to gastrointestinal discomfort, but mainly during that period, Concubine He used the guise of learning experience to get closer to Concubine Chen. As for Concubine Chen, during that period At that time, the dining room was replaced with a new one, and the ginger was a little heavy. Therefore, Concubine Chen always mixed peach kernels into her daily snacks. Concubine He originally used Qumai, which mixed the peach kernels. I just had a miscarriage."
Shen Nanbao smiled, "What a clever method."
Not only was the medicine carefully arranged, but it was also used twice because of this method.
The first time, daddy might still have doubts in his heart whether the concubine did it to the concubine, but the second time...
Shen Nanbao closed his eyes and murmured, "That's why at that time, my father was so sure that it was my concubine who killed his children, and he was so angry that he gave my concubine Bai Ling, right?"
There was another moment of silence.
However, Shen Nanbao lowered his voice and said, "Thank you Doctor Mao Ji for clarifying my doubts."
Dr. Mao Ji was just doing his job, "As for Di Ji, your nasal hemorrhoids..."
Shen Nanbao shook his head, "No need, just keep it and let it remind me how my mother-in-law died at that time."
The last words were not spoken, but everyone could hear the astonishing hatred.
Dr. Mao Ji is Xiao Yichen's man, so he is naturally bound to do this. "If Di Ji wants me to do anything, just tell me and I will do my best."
But this matter involves the saint, or the Sheng family behind the saint. What to do and where to start must be carefully considered...
Shen Nanbao stood up, and his slight movement stirred up a little bit of wind, calming the panic in everyone's hearts, "Let's make an incision from the concubine."
Although it was just a face-to-face meeting, you can still see what kind of person He Fei is.
He looks domineering and arrogant, but his thoughts are not deep. Everything is written on his face. He is not a person with brains. It is precisely because of this that the saint dares to be around him.
Shen Nanbao thought deeply, and when he glanced across his eyes, he saw Doctor Mao Ji waiting for instructions with his eyes wide open.
Shen Nanbao said: "I heard from people that Concubine He is also seeking medical consultation in an attempt to get pregnant again."
Doctor Mao Ji said yes, "But let's not say that Concubine Hefei suffered a loss that time, let's just say that the body of the official family is not suitable now..."
But no matter how unsuitable you are, you still have to find one, otherwise you will remain childless and have to rely on the breath of a saint for the rest of your life.
Shen Nanbao took a breath and said, "Then we have to work hard to cure diseases. I need to grow up a little bit and find a barefoot doctor who can specialize in treating these difficult and complicated diseases."
As for spreading rumors, she and Xiao Yichen were not afraid of spreading it into Concubine He's ears.
It’s just that we can’t rush the timing, we have to wait.
Shen Nanbao pondered, "Let's wait until after the first year. By then, I guess the saint will have forgotten about this matter."
Shen Nanbao sent Dr. Mao Ji away, and was alone at his desk in front of the Spring Festival couplets. Because he was wearing a shoulder strap, his delicate wrists were exposed to the light, and they were a little red, the same color as her eyes.
When Feng Yue saw this, she racked her brains and tried to make trouble with her while grinding for her.
"Di Ji has spent the entire day, do you want to go out for some fresh air? I heard that the lake in Lei Cui Garden has frozen over, so everyone put on their skates and went skating on it."
Shen Nanbao didn't even look at her, "No, you don't know that I'm afraid of the cold."
"Diji, would you like some snacks? I heard that Si Shan has a new chestnut paste, which is sweet but not greasy..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Shen Nanbao looking over, "You just want to eat."
Before the wind and moon sounded, Shen Nanbao called Zhuyun and asked her to go to the kitchen to get some snacks.
After Zhui Yun went out, Shen Nanbao picked up his pen again and said, "I brought the things to you, but you can't make trouble with me. I have to take care of myself and can't leave all the work to them." . ”
While talking, half of the couplet was written.
Fengyue looked at the couplet and said silently, "I don't know if it will snow on the first year of the year."
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