He raised his eyes and took a deep look at Han Changmu. This man really had no interest at all, and he went to waste to fill up such an interesting lotus pond.
He secretly cursed, and was shocked to realize that after walking like this, the whole mansion was quiet, let alone the sound of footsteps. Apart from the three of them, there was not even a living thing breathing.
Even in the deep and silent palace, there were people walking around and talking, but here, there was no one breathing.
The current Han Mansion is like a death row with no entry and exit, soaked in a chilling atmosphere.
Gao Fuguo shivered inexplicably. The good-looking mansion was turned into a prison cell for this man. No wonder from Jiannan Road to Chang'an City, the world gave Han Changmu the name of the cold-faced Yama, saying that he was uncompromising. The devil who doesn’t buckle.
Everyone knows that King Han has very strict rules and has always governed his family with military laws, but now it seems that this Crown Prince Han is even worse than King Han.
It’s no wonder that the saint is so afraid of Prince Han’s Mansion. Such a dead silence is so heavy that people can’t straighten their backs and can’t even breathe. It’s really suffocating.
The three of them walked quietly outside the study room, and just as they were about to open the door and go in, a weak roar came from behind the sky-green window paper: "Get out, everyone, get out of here."
As soon as the roars subsided, seven or eight girls filed out of the study, holding various musical instruments in their hands. They were all pink-faced, and their moist eyes seemed to have hooks, and they were full of tenderness.
Han Changmu was stunned when he saw this. Why didn't he know that there were so many beauties in his house?
When Gao Fuguo saw this, he sighed, it's over now, even the beauties have been driven out, His Highness the King of Han is really in trouble.
Han Zengshou trembled violently when he saw this. His Highness, the King of Han, must have suffered a big blow. He must have gone crazy because of the loss. This madness is difficult to cure.
The three of them had their own thoughts and did not step in immediately. Instead, they all stopped at the door of the study and looked at each other.
In the study room, Yao Yao held tea and stared dumbly at Xie Mengxia, who entered the scene for a second. Listening to the hesitant footsteps outside, he only uttered two words in shock: "The drama queen."
After hearing that Gao Fuguo had come to convey the order, Xie Mengxia made a mistake and asked Yao Yao to climb over the wall and go to Pingkangfang, where he temporarily brought a group of prostitutes into the house to make up for the situation.
Fortunately, Yao Yao had fast legs and feet, and he hurried slowly. He finally caught up with these three people and performed a play without being cheated.
When Xie Mengxia heard Yao Yao's slander, he smiled and raised his chin outside.
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and sighed, then he suddenly hit Xie Mengxia's body, patted the bed and howled: "Your Highness, Your Highness, wake up, you can't die."
Xie Mengxia twitched the corner of her mouth, fell on her back in cooperation, and closed her eyes tightly.
This heart-rending voice soared into the sky, frightening the three people outside the door to stagger and almost fall to the ground.
Gao Fuguo's expression changed drastically, and he didn't care about fixing his appearance. He squeezed Han Changmu away, his eyes instantly turned red, and he rushed in like crazy.
That is His Royal Highness the King of Han, the pet peeve of Emperor Yong'an. If something happens to him, how will the saint live?
Han Changmu followed closely behind, rubbing his eyebrows with a complicated expression. He felt very strange.
When he went to receive the order, Xie Mengxia was still alive and kicking. Why was he about to die now? He was just pretending.
The three of them broke into the study with their own thoughts, and at a glance they saw Xie Mengxia lying on the bed in Chinese clothes. The weak rise and fall of his chest showed that he was still breathing.
Han Changmu took a shallow breath, touched his heart calmly, and noticed the maid who was lying on Xie Mengxia's body howling. He was slightly startled, hurriedly passed Gao Fuguo, walked quickly to the bed, pulled the maid away, and patrolled quickly glanced at her.
Unexpectedly, the maid turned out to be Yao Yao in disguise. Han Changmu was stunned for a moment. The sky-green, chest-length skirt she wore on her body gave her a gentle and soft look, covering up the fierceness in the past. momentum.
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows, a weak and narrow smile forming on his lips, but the look of sadness on his face did not diminish at all.
Han Changmu came to his senses immediately, turned to look at Xie Mengxia, and pretended to be frightened and shouted: "Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, please wake up."
Xie Mengxia took a deep breath, moved her body in time when she heard the words, looked like she had just woken up, moved her lips, and whispered in a voice that only Han Changmu and Yao Yao could hear: "You stinky girl, you're crushing me to death. you."
Han Changmu didn't hold back at all and almost laughed out loud, but he pursed his lips tightly, took a deep breath, turned to Han Zengshou and said: "Han Fengyu, come and see His Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness." He I was choked up again and again, and I couldn't speak any more.
His grief-stricken look was like a reminder in Gao Fuguo's eyes. He staggered to the bed and almost burst into tears: "Your Highness, Your Highness."
Xie Mengxia trembled and said: "Gao, Eunuch Gao, I, this king is fine, everything is fine, please don't cry, don't feel uncomfortable."
Gao Fuguo was overjoyed when he heard Xie Mengxia's voice, and hurriedly urged Han Zengshou: "Quick, quick, Han Fengyu, come and see how His Highness is doing."
Han Zengshou rubbed his brows in distress, knelt beside the bed, put two fingers on Xie Mengxia's wrist, tilted his head slightly, with a solemn expression.
Gao Fuguo took this opportunity to take a closer look at Han Changmu's study.
This study is Han Changmu's daily living place. He has never taken a wife or concubine, and the inner courtyard is extremely clean. He rarely goes there on weekdays and mostly rests in the study.
The furnishings in the study fit perfectly with Han Changmu. The white walls were without any decorations. The whole study looked particularly solemn and deserted, boring and indifferent. Except for the shelves full of books, There is no other decoration.
There was no incense burning in the study, only traces of the fragrance of ink and books lingered endlessly. The smell was leisurely and simple, which made people inexplicably feel at ease.
Gao Fuguo glanced at the bookshelf, nodded secretly, then withdrew his gaze, came to the bedside, glanced at Yao Yao calmly, and then turned to look solemnly at Han Zengshou's hand.
Yao Yao was flustered by Gao Fuguo's glance. He pinched his sleeves silently and lowered his head, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.
The study became quiet, with only the breathing of a few people, and the faint scent of ink became particularly clear.
"Okay." In the silence, Han Zengshou suddenly spoke, put away the handkerchief, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, please rest in peace and cultivate yourself. I will prepare a recipe first."
"What Han Fengyu means is that this
Can the king's injury still be cured? "Xie Mengxia's eyes lit up and he almost sat up. Then he thought that he was pretending to be sick, and he instantly became weak. He groaned and said, "Oh, my king, my king, I am so miserable. "
Han Changmu twitched the corners of his mouth and turned his head away, barely even looking.
Han Zengshou lowered his head and thought. Although he was afraid of the imperial power, he was an honest imperial doctor. He always told the truth whether he could cure or not, whether he could cure it well or not. He would never hide anything, and he would never tell the truth. Some thin names and exaggerated claims.
He stopped writing for a moment, and spoke very tactfully: "Weichen can only say that he is giving it a try, but as for when His Highness's body can be restored, Weichen cannot guarantee, but from what Weichen has seen, His Highness's body is in good condition." The injury is not very serious, and he will be able to recover as before given time."
What he said was too unclear and vague. Xie Mengxia's heart suddenly went cold, but he turned around and cheered up again. He was poisoned, not sick or injured. Han Zengshou was not alive. It’s normal to be sure.
Thinking of this, Xie Mengxia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but there was no trace of relief on his face. He nodded worriedly and said sadly: "Then let Han Fengyu draw up the prescription."
Han Zengshou took a deep breath, lowered his head and continued to draw up the prescription. However, he was not very sure about Xie Mengxia's illness, so when he wrote, he did not have the calmness and determination of the past, but was particularly difficult.
Hearing that Xie Mengxia was not in fear of his life, Gao Fuguo also felt relieved. It would be good if he was not in fear of his life. There is nothing to be afraid of in the long run, let alone spending money. Everything in the palace is lacking, but there is no shortage of money.
He was so happy that he almost cried. He knelt beside the bed and choked with sobs: "Your Highness, just be fine. Just be fine. Your Highness knows that your illness will break the saint's heart."
Xie Mengxia looked moved, choked and choked, and said with sobs: "My king, I have made my father worried. I, my king, will never mess around again."
Seeing these people's pretentious acting, Yao Yao was extremely embarrassed. She pursed her lips and took a few steps back calmly. She retreated outside the study and hid in the kitchen. She guarded the medicine jar on the stove and started fighting. Sleepy.
Han Zengshou drew up the prescription and copied two more copies, giving one to Gao Fuguo and the other to Han Changmu. He bowed and said, "There are several herbs in this prescription that are not available in the Imperial Medical Office. You need Lao Gao." The father-in-law reported back to the saint to open a private treasury to get the medicine."
Although Gao Fuguo was not familiar with medicine, he still knew a lot about medicinal materials. After all, he was the personal eunuch of Emperor Yong'an. Emperor Yong'an's food, clothing, housing, and transportation all passed through his hands, especially the decoctions that were taken into his mouth.
He nodded and said: "Okay, our family has collected the medicinal materials and sent them directly to the prince's house."
Gao Fuguo turned to Han Changmu and asked: "Master Han, the remaining medicines are available in the Imperial Medical Office. I will go back to get the medicines and bring them here. I will boil them at your house. Do you like it?"
Han Changmu thought for a moment while holding the prescription, shook his head, and said calmly: "No, the people in the Imperial Medical Office are too blind. If Han Fengyu goes back to get the medicine, it will definitely attract the attention of interested people, and the saint means that His Highness's injured body will be injured." Keep the news secret." He paused and continued: "It's better if I arrange for people to go to several major pharmacies in the city to get medicine, so as to hide it from others."
Before Gao Fuguo and Han Zengshou could talk, Xie Mengxia hurriedly said: "This is a good idea, okay, let's do it like this." He didn't want people to know that he had such a shameful disease.
