I once heard Xie Ruoling say that the key to identifying a woman disguised as a man lies in the throat.
He stared at Gu Qi's fair neck, closed his eyes and shook his head, then raised his hand and touched his throat. When I see Gu Qi on weekdays, he looks neatly dressed, with his collar turned up just enough to cover his neck. Now at a glance, there is no bulge on the neck. Could it be... could it be him!
Yuan Zhe's eyes tightened and his hands shook unconsciously. There were huge waves in my heart, beating my chest hard!
"Your Highness!"
Yan Churong roared, bringing Yuan Zhe back from his thoughts.
Lowering his eyes again, the collar was pulled back by Yan Churong: "Your Highness, let General Rong prepare the water first."
"Okay, okay." There is no time to think too much now, help is urgent! Yuan Zhe took out his hand and ran outside.
After a while, the boy carried the tub into the house and filled it with cold water. Yuan Zhe wanted to go into the house to help, but Yan Churong kicked him out on the grounds that others were disturbing him and delaying his condition.
At this time, only Gu Qi and Yan Churong were left in the room. The dim light made Gu Qi look haggard. She was lying on the bed, tearing off her shirt, mumbling in confusion.
Yan Churong frowned, picked up the herbal tea on the table, helped Gu Qi up and drank it!
After drinking a pot of herbal tea, people feel a little more awake.
"Doctor Yan..."
Gu Qiban opened his eyes and saw Yan Churong looking anxiously at him, grinning: "I made you worry again."
"What are you talking about?" Yan Churong endured the pain, wet the handkerchief and wiped his forehead and cheeks: "Be awake and listen to me."
"Um..."
Yan Churong turned around and looked out the door, seeing a tall figure pacing back and forth. He leaned into Gu Qi's ear and said in a low voice: "The young prince is outside, I have to deal with him. Get up and soak in the bathtub for half an hour. I will come back later to help you treat the wounds on your hands. Don't Don’t get water on the wound.”
"...good."
The dim lights exuded an ambiguous atmosphere, and Yuan Zhe stood at the door, sweating from the anxiety on his forehead! What's going on when a man and a woman are alone together? What's more, Pei Qihuan was given medicine. If he couldn't help himself, wouldn't it be...
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, but he didn't dare to open the door and walk in. He could only pace outside and pay attention to the sounds in the room with his ears raised.
"Your Highness," Rong Di didn't know what Yuan Zhe was thinking. He just thought he was concerned about his injury and hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him: "With Doctor Yan here, everything will be fine."
"What do you know!" Yuan Zhe yelled urgently before Fang woke up. It turns out that I have already lost my composure in front of this door.
Rong Di was a martial artist, and he was used to being scolded on weekdays, so he didn't notice anything wrong. He just bowed his body and continued: "Your Highness, what should we do with the Hongxiu Tower?"
Yuan Zhe pursed his lips, his bright eyes dimmed, and his dark pupils could not contain their anger. He took out the Zhu Ling from his arms, rubbed the Suzaku on it, and frowned. For a moment, he held Zhu Ling tightly in his big hand and said: "Seize the Hongxiu Building and all the shops under the Jiang family's name, seal the Jiang family, and put everyone in prison. We will make a decision after carefully checking the list."
"yes!"
"Wait!"
Rong Di turned around and nodded slightly.
Yuan Zhe took a deep breath, calmed down the flustered thoughts in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Bring Jiang Mingchuan to the General's Mansion."
"Yes!" Rong Di ran out of the house and went straight to Hongxiu Tower.
There was a "squeak" sound.
Yuan Zhe turned around and saw Yan Churong opening the door. Inside, a thin and small figure was holding the bathtub with both hands and looking out. Meeting Yuan Zhe's gaze, his thin eyebrows tightened, and he forced a smile despite the pain. Yuan Zhe stared blankly, and his eye circles began to turn red.
"Your Highness."
"..."
"Your Highness!"
When he came back to his senses, he saw Yan Churong standing in front of him.
"Pei Qihuan," he didn't realize his throat was dry until he opened his mouth to speak, "What's wrong?"
"I drank a few sips of herbal tea, wiped my face with a handkerchief, and finally became more awake. Let him soak for half an hour before talking." Yan Churong looked at the wound on Yuan Zhe's shoulder and sighed softly: "You have injuries on your body. , let’s deal with it first.”
Yuan Zhe lowered his eyes. Unexpectedly, his shoulder was soaked in large amounts of blood, but he didn't notice the pain at all. He straightened up, withdrew his concerned eyes, said "hmm" softly, and followed Yan Churong to the side room to treat the wound.
"Doctor Yan."
"Um?"
Yuan Zhe clenched his fists, his eyes filled with hesitation.
Yan Churong did not stop his movements: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"
"It is said that," Yuan Zhe lowered his voice and asked tentatively: "There are differences in the pulse conditions between men and women. Has there ever been a misdiagnosis?"
Yan Churong paused, thought for a moment and smiled: "No."
"That!" Yuan Zhe stood up excitedly and accidentally touched the wound. The two circles of gauze he had just wrapped around him were instantly soaked in blood!
Yan Churong secretly pulled the gauze with force, causing Yuan Zhe to grit his teeth in pain.
"Your Highness, although this injury is not big, it is deep. If not treated properly, it will easily fester and rot. Digging out the carrion and cleaning the wound will be far more painful than it is now."
I was used to Xu Shuo's "kind words", but when I heard Yan Churong's sharp words, I felt fresh. Yuan Zhe sat down with a smile and stopped moving. He only looked up at the cold-faced Yan Churong. This cold look was somewhat similar to that of Pei Qihuan. It was no wonder that the two got close.
only...
"If your Highness has anything to ask, just ask."
Yuan Zhe came to his senses and coughed twice in embarrassment: "Is there anything abnormal about Pei Qihuan's pulse?"
"No, he was born weak, and his pulse is weaker than ordinary people."
"Then why?" Yuan Zhe raised his finger and pointed at his throat: "Not showing his Adam's apple? Is it possible that he is...a woman?"
Yan Churong tied the wound tightly, put everything into the medicine box, and smiled slightly: "How is this possible? There are three reasons for men's Adam's apple not being obvious. One is slow growth, the other is too bloated body, and the third is weakness. Mr. Pei is only sixteen or seventeen years old, which is different from His Highness's age. In addition, his body is too weak and he has been taking medicine all year round, which has damaged his roots. With his body like this, it is extremely difficult to have an heir. of."
It seems that the stove fire that was lit has been poured cold water on!
The joy that ignited in Yuan Zhe's eyes disappeared in an instant, leaving only eyes full of loss and melancholy.
All this was seen by Yan Churong. His heart trembled and he couldn't help but worry. If Gu Qi's identity is exposed, his life may be in danger. But now Yuan Zhe is clearly having thoughts that he shouldn't have. If Gu Qi continues to stay here, sooner or later he will not be able to hide the fact that his daughter is pregnant...
"Your Highness, I would like to say something arrogant to you. Mr. Pei always has a feminine look, which often arouses criticism from others. Your suspicion that he is a woman is a great insult to him. I hope that Your Highness..."
Yuan Zhe raised his hand to cut off his words, and said quietly: "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone about this matter. From now on, I will not think about it again."
The room was quiet for a while, and I occasionally heard the crackling of candlelight.
The sound of the clock is at Yin time.
Yuan Zhe came back to his senses, looked at the flickering flames, and sighed quietly.
Rong Di rushed back to Hongxiu Tower overnight and asked Zhou Muyan, secretary of state, to escort everyone to the prison. He and Xie Ruoling escorted Jiang Mingchuan back to the general's mansion.
After settling many matters, Rong Di went straight to Gu Qixiang's room. Seeing that the light in the wing was on, he raised his hand and knocked.
The door opened and he saw Yan Churong. He grinned and said, "Doctor Yan, are you feeling better?"
Yan Churong made way and said lightly: "Well, come in."
Rong Di strode into the side room and saw Gu Qiwai sitting with his left hand wrapped in thick gauze, his face pale, and his bright eyes showing a little tiredness.
"gentlemen..."
Rong Di choked slightly and clenched his fists in frustration: "I'm sorry!"
Gu Qi grinned: "General Rong, what are you talking about? Sit down quickly."
Rong Di raised his arms to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes and sat down in front of the bed.
"Where's Xie Ling? Are you injured?"
Rong Di shook his head: "No, according to Mr.'s plan, after Xie Ling was captured, he deliberately threw the prepared list to me. While everyone was hunting and suppressing, Xie Ling ran back to the general's mansion. I surrounded the city gate building. After running around for two or three times and getting rid of them, we directly mobilized our troops to join His Highness. Sir, did you know early in the morning that the list was no longer in Jiang Mansion?"
Gu Qi nodded.
"It's really strange," Rong Di gave a thumbs up and sighed: "Xie Ling found the secret room in Tanjiang Mansion, and we all thought that the list was in the secret room. Who would have thought that the secret room was just a cover, and the real list was hidden in the pawn shop !”
Gu Qi lowered her head and smiled, forcing herself to listen to Rong Di's chatter.
"Sir, you are a god! However, this time is too risky. If His Highness hadn't arrived in time, you would have been killed by that guy..."
"Ah sneeze!"
Gu Qi's mouth twitched and he sneezed!
Yan Churong stepped forward, touched his forehead, and said seriously: "I'm afraid you're going to catch a cold, so I'll make some medicine for you."
Seeing this, Rong Di stood up straight away: "I'll go with you! Sir, please have a good rest!"
The room returned to quiet, Gu Qi pinched her forehead and slowly lay down.
Maybe I didn't sleep well, and I always felt like there was someone there. Gu Qiwei frowned, blinked, and saw someone lying beside the bed, with a big hand covering his hand. He felt the warmth in his palm, and his heart felt warm.
After struggling a little, he woke up the person next to the bed. He raised his head, his eyebrows arched, and the corners of his mouth curved nicely. Gu Qi couldn't help but froze, and then started to giggle.
"What are you giggling about?"
The man climbed up, and Gu Qi raised her hands to wrap around his neck. Hot tears rolled down his neck, shaking his whole body!
"You..." When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse. The faint scent of medicine penetrated his nose, and the softness in his arms made him feel trance-like. His pulse was irregular and his mind began to feel dizzy. Panting, he gently wrapped his arms around his waist, and couldn't help but tighten...
After a while, I heard soft snoring.
He laughed dumbly, gently held Gu Qi's body, and put it down carefully. He raised his hand to push away the broken hair on his forehead and found that his forehead was hot.
"Your Highness, when did you come?"
Turning his head, he saw Yan Churong holding the prepared medicine with a surprised look on his face.
Yuan Zhe suddenly felt guilty and his eyes dodge unconsciously: "I came to see him, he seems to have a fever."
Yan Churong frowned slightly and came to the bed with the medicine: "He was already cold, so he soaked in cold water. He should be covered with a thick quilt to sweat, and outsiders should try not to disturb him."
Yuan Zhe blushed instantly: "I'm sorry, I will go back now."
"Your Highness."
Hearing a shout from behind, Yuan Zhe stopped.
Yan Churong stared at Yuan Zhe's back, opened his mouth, but finally lacked the courage to say what was in his heart. After a moment, he uttered two words: "Walk slowly."
When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark.
Gu Qi pulled off the hot veil on her head and looked around carefully.
"Are you awake?" Yan Churong leaned over and took the medicine bowl from the bedside stool: "Drink the medicine."
Gu Qi lay on the bed and shook her head with a wry smile. Yes, why did Han Zizheng come? But that hug was so real...
"Why are you still crying?"
Yan Churong took out the handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of Gu Qi's eyes.
"It's okay." Gu Qi stood up slowly, took the medicine bowl and drank it clean.
Yan Churong took out the candied fruit and stuffed it into her mouth.
"How could this plan be so dangerous?"
Gu Qi held the bowl in his hand and his eyes were empty: "The last cup of tea was drugged by Jiang Mingchuan."
"Did you do it on purpose?"
"Hmm." Fear flashed in Gu Qi's eyes, and her voice trembled slightly: "I thought he was just like that. Unexpectedly, he gave me something strange to eat later. Within a moment of swallowing it, I felt hot all over my body and my mind was confused. clear."
"That's it," Yan Churong paused and said in a tight voice, "an aphrodisiac."
Gu Qi frowned and felt pain in the wound on his palm.
"Why would a Jiang Mingchuan take such a risk? If there is any good, please let me..." Yan Churong sighed, turned away and stopped talking.
"Yuan Chengxi's oral instruction is to save Jiang Mingchuan's life. If we don't take risks, how can we put Jiang Mingchuan to death?"
Yan Churong turned around and saw Gu Qi slightly squinting his eyes, his dark eyes flashing with cold light.
