This difficult night finally passed.
A faint blue-gray light rippled across the horizon, slowly and feebly swallowing up the dark night.
In this heavy night, a layer of blurry veil has appeared, and the light of the moon and stars shines thinly and messily on the streets.
The carriage sped along and stopped in front of the side entrance of Han Mansion.
The door was wide open. Jin Yu had already received the news and was waiting at the door. When he saw Han Changmu carrying Yao Yao into the house, he carefully reported back: "The guest room where Yao Canjun usually lives has been tidied up, and the charcoal pot and fire bed have been burned. My subordinates Han Fengyu has been invited to the room to wait. Important subordinates from the pharmacy in the mansion have checked and arranged for secret guards to go to several major pharmacies in the city to pick it up. Several people have already returned, and those from the small kitchen The fire in the stove is always burning, and the medicine can be boiled at any time."
Han Changmu kept walking and nodded slightly: "Very good, I didn't disturb the others."
Jin Yu wiped his sweat. It was obviously an early spring night, and it was still a little cold, but he couldn't sleep well that night. He was so busy that he was sweating. He nodded and said: "The inner courtyard has been locked, and the outer study room is still locked. Yuan was not alarmed, but the campus where Yao Canjun usually lives also houses Gu Dalang, Li Erniang, and Mr. Bao. Now Li Erniang and Mr. Bao have gotten up and are waiting in the yard."
Han Changmu paused.
This is also normal. Living in the same courtyard, if you know the news but hide your face, that is a cold heart.
He passed through the corridor, continued walking forward, and asked quietly: "Where is Your Highness?"
Jin Yu twitched the corner of his mouth with difficulty, and said with great embarrassment: "He, he, he called two Qingguer people and made trouble for half the night. He didn't go to bed until the middle of the night."
Han Changmu smacked lightly.
They are all in his house, and they are still pretending like this. It is really hard work and too cautious.
The lights in front of the small courtyard were brightly lit, and there were people standing at the door looking forward eagerly.
Seeing Han Changmu and his group approaching, the man rushed forward in three steps and two steps at a time. He lifted up the cloak in Han Changmu's arms, revealing a narrow gap.
The man's mind seemed to be shaken for a moment, and his voice was cold and trembling, more pitiful and bitter than the dead leaves shivering on the branches in late autumn: "Why, that's it, that's it."
The man's face was extremely dark, immersed in the dark night, almost blending into the deep night. Only his bright eyes were crystal clear, with a moist mist floating on them.
Han Changmu felt sentimental for a moment and felt a little sincerity towards the person in front of him. As he walked quickly to the guest room, he sincerely consoled him: "Ling Tong, don't panic. There are all kinds of medicines in the Han Mansion. They can definitely save A Yao." ."
This call made Bao Cheng shiver inexplicably, and the lamp in his hand trembled three times. Han Changmu's foot fell into the halo, and the shadow dispersed tremblingly.
Lingtong is a word that includes Cheng. Most people in the world will not call him by his first name, and he is not respectful and courteous enough. If he is not close, he will call him distantly, and if he is a friend and colleague, he will call him close and affectionate.
Even though Bao Cheng was beaten to death, he never expected that one day, the dignified Major Envoy of the Wei Department would call him a wise man.
Although it sounds like a PHS person who was holding a telegraph pole and shaking his legs to find a signal, but he is close to the Major Envoy of the Internal Security Department, and he will be able to walk sideways in Chang'an City in the future.
He hurriedly chased after him with a lantern and helped open the door, but he was very sensible and didn't ask any questions.
What was Han Changmu doing in the middle of the night? How could he be injured all over and run back in a state of embarrassment?
Who dares to use violence against the young envoy of the Department of Internal Health? He just ate two more Hericium mushrooms and thought he could make a big fuss in heaven.
Li Erniang also followed into the room. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears and pursed her lips. She didn't know what to ask, for fear that her tears would fall uncontrollably as soon as she opened her mouth.
Han Changmu put Yao Yao on the hot fire bed. He saw her face was like gold paper and her breath was like a gossamer. He couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart. He turned to Han Zengshou and said, "Han Fengyu, if you can help me, take Yao Canjun's pulse." ."
Han Zengshou had been cowering aside, feeling that his luck in the past six months was really not very good, why did he get involved in all kinds of shameful and sinister things.
Hearing Han Changmu's words, he stepped forward bravely. A snow-white silk handkerchief covered his thin wrist, and two fingers were placed on it. He tilted his head and held his breath to feel for his pulse.
Sometimes he frowned, and sometimes showed a look of surprise and astonishment. The guest room was so quiet that people dared not breathe. It wasn't until the candle made a soft "pop" sound and a lantern exploded that he took back his hand with a dark expression and looked at Han Changmu bowed deeply.
Han Changmu's face suddenly darkened, he turned slightly to avoid Han Zengshou's gift, and said calmly: "Han Fengyu, if you have something to say, just say it."
Han Zengshou was already covered in sweat. The night wind blew in through the half-open window. He was chilled all over. He managed to calmly said: "Yao Canjun was seriously injured. External injuries are not a cause for concern. It's just internal injuries." He swallowed with difficulty. He took a sip of saliva and said: "The internal organs were injured and there was a lot of bleeding. I can only give it a try. If, if, Yao Canjun can wake up within three days, there will be a glimmer of hope. If, if Can’t, just.”
He hesitated to speak, his words were difficult and stuttering, and in the end he did not say those heart-wrenching words.
Han Changmu staggered hard. He clenched his hands tightly and dug his nails deeply into his flesh. He took a breath and said, "Thank you, Han Fengyu. You just need to prescribe the medicine, no matter what kind of medicine it is." This prince can take it all."
Han Zengshou nodded. With these words, he knew what was going on.
What this means is that no matter the cost, just save people.
He moved to the guest room next door to write the prescription, and he wrote it in a brush, thinking about it while writing, writing and revising, revising and writing, it was difficult to write, and he was thinking a lot.
Han Changmu looked deeply at Yao Yao and said to Mrs. Liu: "Go get water and wipe Yao Canjun's body, avoiding the wound. After Han Fengyu has prescribed the prescription, he will clean Yao Canjun's wound and re-bandage it. Change your clothes, and for these three days, you must cook the medicine yourself, and you must not leave it to others."
Ms. Liu said solemnly, "Yes, my servant understands." After saying that, she turned around and went out to fetch water.
Han Changmu had not experienced such heartbreaking pain for a long time. The pain was so painful that he almost shed tears. He endured it again and again, with tears welling up in his eyelashes and said: "Jinyu, from today onwards, the servants in the mansion are restrained from walking around at will. Not allowed to leave the house, all secret guards have been transferred to the outer study and this small courtyard."
Jin Yu also responded solemnly, turned around and went out to make arrangements.
After arranging these things, Han Changmu sat down as if exhausted. His lips were already dry and the skin was peeling. He lifted his eyelids feebly, unable to say anything.
Bao Cheng asked tentatively: "Sir, otherwise, why don't you go wash up and change your clothes first?"
Han Changmu shook his head
, said in a low voice: "No, wait for Han Fengyu's prescription."
The guest room was a little dry with a fire and a charcoal basin, and the windows were not closed too tightly. A wisp of wind swept in through the window and stopped on the lamp. The lamp flickered, emitting a dim light, like Sheng Ji. And the declining life has reached its twilight years.
Li Erniang hurriedly covered the candle with a gauze lampshade. The dim light shone through the thin lampshade, creating ripples like water waves.
The guest room was brightly lit, with two floor-standing lamp stands placed against the wall. They were originally lit with white candles. After Jin Yu heard the news that Yao Yao had returned seriously injured, he thought white candles were unlucky, so he decided to replace them with white candles. Red candle.
Li Erniang put the exquisite lampshades on the candles one by one, and the red halo shone out, filling the warm guest room with a little life.
More and more drops fell, and every drop hit my heart.
Time clearly flew by, but everyone felt that tonight passed extremely long.
The sound of hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor, and Han Zengshou rushed in with a stack of prescriptions, bringing in a gust of cool breeze.
He placed the prescriptions on the desk one by one. He originally wanted to explain them to Han Changmu in detail, but as soon as he started talking, Han Changmu held down his hand and said in a deep voice: "Han Fengyu, I Your Majesty, I can trust you."
He swallowed all his words immediately, and Han Zengshou twitched the corner of his mouth.
Who is afraid that he won't trust me? What I'm afraid of is that he will be blamed! !
Han Zengshou had no choice but to whisper: "Let's cook the medicine according to the prescription. Keep people on the stove and watch the medicine carefully. Don't fry it until it becomes burnt. The usage has been written down in the recipe." He took two more A porcelain vase came out, one red and one white, looking crystal clear. When placed under the light, the moist light flowed.
He weighed the two porcelain bottles: "Yao Canjun also suffered a lot of external injuries. He used the medicinal water in this white bottle to clean his wounds, dried them and applied them with the medicine in this red bottle, and finally bandaged them with medicine for knife wounds. Just change the medicine twice a day.”
Han Changmu nodded and looked up at Ms. Liu.
Mrs. Liu put the copper basin away and said solemnly, "My maid has written it all down."
Han Changmu said: "Okay, you can clean and change Yao Canjun's dressing first, and then cook the medicine."
Hearing this, Li Erniang said calmly: "Sir, sir, I am a folk girl, and I can also cook medicine."
Han Changmu was stunned for a moment and glanced at Li Erniang. With such a thin and timid appearance, it was okay to cook the medicine, but he was afraid that something would happen and she would be unable to protect neither the medicine nor herself.
He shook his head, and his words were plain but could not be refused: "Just take good care of Gu Dalang."
Li Erniang lowered her head, looking slightly depressed.
Seeing this scene, Bao Cheng volunteered and said, "I'd better cook the medicine."
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows.
Bao Cheng knows magic, has kung fu, and can make elixirs. Isn't it easy to decoct medicines?
He nodded and said: "Okay." He paused slightly and said with a hint of caution: "Be careful, there are so many recipes, don't get confused."
Bao Cheng naturally understood what Han Changmu meant, his eyes flashed, and he said "Hello".
Later, Jin Yu took Han Zengshou and Bao Cheng to Fuzhong Pharmacy to get medicine. Han Changmu returned to the main room to bathe and change clothes, while Mrs. Liu stayed in the guest room to clean and bandage Yao Yao.
Unexpectedly, Li Erniang also stayed, saying that she was going to help the Liu family and could not just eat for free all day long.
