Since Xie Mengxia agreed to this matter, Gao Fuguo and Han Zengshou had no objection and left the mansion together with Han Changmu. Gao Fuguo and Han Zengshou entered the palace to return to their lives, while Han Changmu arranged for secret guards to go out of the mansion to purchase medicinal materials.
Taiji Palace Yanying Palace.
Pale daylight comes in through the window, and the dragon pattern on the screen is imprinted on the ground, with shadows and shadows in different shades.
Han Zengshou lowered his head deeply, stared at the strange dragon shadows, and reported the results of the pulse diagnosis to Emperor Yong'an in detail. Regardless of whether the saint could accept this tragic result, he fell clean anyway, and he was happy for a while. a while.
Emperor Yong'an's face slowly darkened as he listened. He guessed that Xie Mengxia was seriously ill, but he didn't expect that even the order from the Imperial Medical Office was a bit vague.
However, with a serious look on his face, he was ready to make all the preparations and arrangements. He wanted to make sure that those evil spirits who attacked the King of Han could not escape.
After listening to Han Zengshou's reply, Emperor Yong'an felt that his head was buzzing, almost exploding. He endured a splitting headache, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Han Fengyu doesn't have to go to the Imperial Medical Office for treatment these days. ”
Han Zengshou sighed softly in his heart. The flesh on his heart was the flesh on his heart. If he couldn't cure His Highness the King of Han, he might never be able to return to the Imperial Medical Office in this life.
He stared at Long Ying and replied in the calmest voice possible: "Yes, Wei Chen obeys the order. Wei Chen will ask for rest due to illness today."
Seeing that Han Zengshou was so understanding, Emperor Yong'an felt a little more relaxed, but his face was still calm, and he solemnly said: "Step back, Han Fengyu should pay more attention to the King of Han's illness."
Han Zengshou claimed yes and stepped back slowly.
Emperor Yong'an's eyes were slightly cold, and he kept staring at the palace door until Han Zengshou could no longer be seen, then he glanced at Gao Fuguo lightly.
Gao Fuguo hurriedly bowed and told Xie Mengxia's situation again. Naturally, it was completely different from what Han Zengshou said, and it was even more unknown to Han Zengshou.
He made it clear that His Highness the King of Han was not injured, but was infected with a poison. The top disciple of the Qi Sect had taken out the poison from his body, and the rest was treated with medicine to avoid leaving any lingering effects.
Emperor Yong'an felt his heart twitch when he heard it. Finally, he let out a faint breath and uttered two words in a cold voice: "Go and check."
Gao Fuguo was excited and hurriedly said yes, then took out a thumb-width note from his sleeve, handed it to Emperor Yong'an with both hands, and whispered: "Your Majesty, this is a letter from Xiao Qi."
Emperor Yong'an was stunned for a moment, then took it and took a closer look. His frown suddenly widened and he snorted, "Is this what Xiaoqi gave it to you?"
Gao Fuguo nodded deeply: "Yes."
Emperor Yong'an narrowed his eyes, and his voice suddenly became gloomy: "Xiao Qi is indeed a capable person. Over the years, I have placed so many people around him, but he has eliminated them one by one. Only this Xiao Qi , he was actually able to let him talk to me and keep her by his side, and he was able to live in the Han Mansion smoothly, and even found out such an important secret." He put the note in the candlelight with a cold face. His eyes lit up, and he smiled conspiratorially: "I am really reluctant to destroy such a useful knife, but how can I make this knife more obedient and be used only by me?"
Gao Fuguo stared at the light dust flowing in the ray of sunlight. His eyelids twitched. He knew that Emperor Yong'an had murderous intentions. He buried his head deeply and said,
He didn't dare to say too much. He melted himself into the deep silence and minimized his sense of presence.
Although he is a personal servant deeply trusted by the saint, at this time, it is better to do less than to do more. Talking less can arouse less suspicion. After all, he has always had a good personal relationship with Liu Shengsheng, and he also has some impressions of Liu Shengsheng's adopted daughter. Yes, a girl as cunning as a fox, it would be a pity to die.
After a moment of silence, Emperor Yong'an did not wait for Gao Fuguo's answer. He raised his eyebrows, looked at Gao Fuguo, and hummed softly with a high pitch.
Gao Fuguo came back to his senses, calmed his mind, and said in a calm voice: "Your Majesty, there are many secret medicines in the palace, which can always make her the most useful knife in your Majesty's hand."
Emperor Yong'an looked at her for a moment and suddenly smiled: "Go get the medicine. If she can't get it within three days, you can watch her take the medicine with your own eyes."
Gao Fuguo's heart skipped a beat and his legs went weak. He had dug a hole for himself, and it was a hole he couldn't climb out of. He concealed his annoyance and said in a low voice, "Yes, I obey you." Purpose."
The sun hangs brightly high in the sky, with a faint dryness and heat. It's hard to avoid feeling dizzy if you look at it for a long time.
Han Changmu did not indulge in enjoyment and had no interest. He always lived a simple life. The Han mansion only planted a few trees and grass to add some greenery, not even a single flower.
After the weather warms up, flecks of delicate colors will always emerge from the green velvet elsewhere, but apart from the black tiles and pink walls, the entire Han Mansion has lackluster greenery, looking as bland and desolate as a graveyard.
However, desolation also has its advantages. Standing on the second-floor attic of the outer study, you can have an unobstructed view of the entire Han Mansion. Let alone hiding a person, even a bird cannot be hidden.
Because Xie Mengxia was temporarily staying in Han Mansion, the lunch that could only be done with a few bowls of mutton buns was forced to prepare two types of soups and porridges, six meat and six vegetarian, and six kinds of snacks.
The dish was so rich, Xie Mengxia still held the bamboo chopsticks, looked at the minced meat stuffed with shrimps and steamed eggs and sighed: "There is too little meat."
Mrs. Liu, who was cooking, heard these three words in the kitchen and suddenly felt a mountain of pressure. Because Xie Mengxia liked extravagance, she specially made sauced pork elbows, grilled lamb, and found the bird's nest given by the emperor to make stewed eggs. , why did the King of Han stare at the shrimps and dislike the lack of meat?
The butler's gold jade faced the bright sunlight, and after a few calculations, he ate like this. He held his face in his hands and lowered his eyes. He felt that the pressure on money was very great, and the future of money was gloomy.
Yao Yao and Bao Cheng were in a small kitchen next to the study outside, each guarding two medicine jars. The jars were licking hot from the scarlet flames.
The location of this kitchen was secret. In the entire Han Mansion, only Han Changmu, Jin Yu and Liu knew that the narrow door and a small window on the top were tightly closed, making it airtight inside.
The people sent by Han Changmu bought medicine from the largest pharmacies in Chang'an City, namely Renhui Hall, Jifeng Hall, and Heshan Hall. After being tested by Han Zengshou, there was no problem, and then they were handed over to Yao Yao for decoction. medicine.
From taking medicine to decoction, Han Changmu is a person whom Han Changmu trusts and will never rely on outsiders.
There is a strong smell of medicine in the kitchen. People have been soaked in it for a long time, and their hair and clothes are also dyed with the smell of medicine.
The decoction in the jar was dark brown, and it was spitting out fine bubbles. The hot steam filled the entire mouth of the jar, and the bitter medicinal smell lingered endlessly.
The soup in the other jar was black and red, rolling violently and silently, almost overflowing the mouth of the jar. But strangely, the black and red colors were always distinct, with no sign of being confused together.
Yao Yao looked at the medicine jar in front of him, then looked at the medicine jar in front of Bao Cheng, frowned and said: "Bao Lingtong, your jar of medicine won't be ready and it's still the same color. That can't be hidden from Han Zengshou." Eye."
Bao Cheng fanned the stove slowly and slowly, staring at the flames swaying outside the jar. He smiled casually: "Then it's up to you."
Yao Yao squinted at Bao Cheng and made a sound.
After the medicine was fried, Yao Yao didn't wrap the medicine jar with cotton cloth, just lifted it up with his bare hands, poured the dark medicine juice on the fine cotton gauze, and then filtered the medicine residue.
Her movements were smooth and smooth, and she didn't feel that the steaming medicine jar was hot to her hands.
Bao Cheng clicked his tongue: "It's not too hot for you either."
Yao Yao glanced at Bao Cheng: "When will your medicine be ready?"
Bao Cheng stirred the medicinal soup with bamboo chopsticks. The medicinal liquid made waves, but the black and red colors never got mixed up.
He stirred again and again and said, "That's it."
Yao Yao nodded, placed the wide-mouthed white porcelain medicine bowl on the ebony tray, picked it up and carried it outside without looking back: "I will take His Highness the King of Han to the blue gauze cabinet in the outer study later. You can take the medicine from Pass through the window.”
Bao Cheng grinned, sounding like he was acting like a thief, but it was safest to act like a thief.
Just now, Gao Fuguo came to pass on the oral instructions of Emperor Yong'an. The story of King Xie Mengxia being poisoned by the poison was not allowed to be spread outside the country. Even the fact that he was recuperating in the Han Mansion had to be kept secret. So, the matter of giving medicine to the King of Han could only be covered up by Han Zengshou. , come secretly.
Yao Yao took the medicine and went out first. After a while, the door creaked softly. Bao Cheng held the medicine bowl and poked out half of his head to look left and right. The empty yard was as clean as In the cold palace.
He walked out shrinkingly, his steps were small and broken, but his speed was very fast, like a fluttering fallen leaf passing by in the wind, without half of the medicinal soup in his hand being swayed.
When Han Zengshou saw Yao Yao coming in with the medicine, he hurriedly took the medicine bowl and carefully tested the medicine without daring to be careless.
Yao Yao bowed to the side, opened the wrapped medicine dregs, placed it on the table, and said frankly: "Master Han, this is the medicine dregs. My maid brought it over together."
Han Zengshou glanced at Yaozhazi and saw that Yao Yao was magnanimous and generous. His concern for her just now dissipated a little.
For decoction, just add water and boil it. Han Zengshou was ordered by the Imperial Medical Office to do such a job that is neither risky nor difficult. It is really a waste of status.
But this time it was different. Who made Xie Mengxia the sage's heartthrob? Decoction was a matter of life and death. Han Zengshou would not do anything to others even if he was beaten to death, but in the end he could not defeat Han Changmu.
Han Changmu was a man of few words, and his cold eyes made Han Zengshou tremble.
But what made Han Zengshou even more unable to resist was Xie Mengxia. When he opened his mouth, he spoke better than he sang. How could he let the dignified Imperial Doctor of the Imperial Medical Office do it himself? Why did Han Changmu raise so many people? Isn’t that what many maids and women do? If we don’t use them, how can we let them just take money and eat free rice?
