In the sleeping pavilion of Ciyuan Hall, Concubine Yan was leaning weakly on the soft couch, her wrist covered with silk handkerchief resting on the pulse pillow, and the imperial doctors took turns diagnosing her pulse.
Six or seven white-bearded old doctors came to see each other one by one. They all looked solemn and frowned, and they quietly communicated with each other with their eyes.
At the end of his turn, Chongrong, the only young imperial physician here, sat down on the stool in front of the couch, put three fingers on his wrist and concentrated on the careful diagnosis.
The slippery pulse alternates, comes and goes fluently, has the shape of a coiled bead, and has the meaning of lotus dew. It is slippery and rushing, and the pregnancy can be resolved.
Chong Rongpin cut her for a long time, and found no other problems except for the signs that Concubine Yan was pregnant. On the contrary, she was still very healthy, just a little excited.
In order to prevent omissions, Chongrong applied a little more force, pressed down a little, and continued the diagnosis.
This time, some abnormalities were discovered, which were slightly similar to those comatose patients, but there were differences between the appearance and the appearance.
Although he was surprised in his heart, Chongrong showed no expression on his face, "Your Majesty, please change your hand."
Diagnosing the pulse is naturally more accurate if both hands are used. However, other imperial doctors generally do not dare to make more requests, but Chongrong did.
Concubine Yan was very considerate to Chongrong, the great benefactor who made her pregnant. With the help of the palace maid, she slowly sat up and changed her hand.
Chongrong performed another diagnosis for a while, then withdrew his hand and bowed, "Your Majesty, I'm fine."
Seeing this, the Zhao Guan family on the side could no longer restrain their anxiety, "How is it? Is Madam Yan in the way?"
Several imperial doctors had already communicated with each other, and the most respected Imperial Physician Sun answered, "Your Majesty, judging from the pulse condition, the imperial concubine seems to have been frightened, and there are also signs of evil wind entering the body, but there is no underlying cause. At present, , is still very healthy, and the fetal condition is also very stable, so everything is fine."
"Seriously!?" Zhao Guanjia couldn't hold back his surprise.
All the imperial doctors said together, "I have the same diagnosis, and the imperial concubine's body is fine."
"Huh...that's good, that's good."
While Zhao Guan's family was happy, they also breathed a sigh of relief and let go of their worries.
Chongrong was suspicious, but he hid it deeply. Together with other imperial doctors, he quietly left the dormitory.
Concubine Yan lay down again, as if she was still very weak. This sick look made Zhao Guan's family worried again, and asked anxiously, "Is the lady still feeling unwell? Could it be that the diagnosis of the imperial doctors is inaccurate?"
"I don't feel any discomfort at all, I just feel weak. The medical skills of the imperial doctors can still be trusted, but the imperial doctor's words reminded me of something."
"What's the matter?"
Concubine Yan looked thoughtful and said, "I remembered that I had a strange dream last night. In the dream, there was an extremely ferocious black dragon, with its bloody mouth open and it rushed toward me, as if it wanted to eat me. Generally speaking, fortunately, the black turtle I had dreamed about last time appeared in time and drove away the black dragon. Looking back now, it is indeed very scary. I must have been frightened by this."
"Black dragon? Black turtle?" Zhao Guanjia was confused.
At this time, Lu Yunsheng seemed to have a realization, "The black turtle must be the Blessing Lord, and the black dragon, could it be the source of the evil winds mentioned by the imperial doctor? Oh, the officials will forgive me, I just made random guesses, and I broke the rules. ."
"It's okay... Although your guess has no basis, it does make some sense. It seems that Lord Blessing has protected Lady Yan again. Hey, could it be that those sleeping sickness are caused by black dragons?"
As he said this, Zhao Guanjia himself began to guess.
Concubine Yan said lazily, "No matter what kind of evil thing that black dragon is, it is true that it has been protected by the true king again. We can't neglect the gods. We should pay more attention to the worship. Those who repair the Yousheng Temple You have to hold on tight."
"What the lady said is correct." Zhao Guanjia nodded, and then asked Dong Songchen, "How are the preparations for the repairs going?"
"Don't dare to ignore such a big thing for even a moment. We have already prepared it, but..." Dong Songchen looked embarrassed and hesitated.
Zhao Guanjia said dissatisfied, "Just what?"
"Guardian, the repair funds approved by you have been allocated, but they have been intercepted and used for other purposes, so the repairs will take some time..."
"What!? Who is so bold?"
"The official is...His Royal Highness Prince Zhong."
Zhao Guan's family was furious when they heard this, "What does this bastard want to do!? It's turned upside down! Someone, go and bring that traitor to me!"
"Here, little one, let's go." A small yellow doorman responded and walked out of the pavilion.
Just when Xiao Huangmen was about to cross the threshold, Zhao Guanjia suddenly thought of something, "Come back! Forget it... I guess he used it to cultivate the new sect, which was originally promised to him, that's all, let him go. "
Concubine Yan and others were familiar with Zhao Guan's character, so they were not surprised or disappointed when they saw him going back on his word after being furious.
This slander is also about strategy. It is basically impossible to frame him in one go. As long as you sow the seeds of dissatisfaction in the heart of Zhao Guan's family, sooner or later it will take root and sprout, and that is when the loyal king will be doomed!
"The funds for repairs should be allocated from the inner treasury. Let's just use gold and silver. They are for use anyway, and it can better reflect our sincerity to the True Lord."
Zhao Guan's family made new arrangements, and then suffered from sleeping sickness that spread throughout Lin'an City.
The disease is not fatal for the time being, and the more than a thousand patients are not many compared to the total population of Lin'an. However, the problem is that the cause cannot be found and there is no treatment. This can easily cause panic among the people. If there is chaos in the capital, If it cannot be controlled, the Song Dynasty will be in danger.
What's more, there are people in the palace who are also sick. Who knows whether he will be infected in the next moment, or whether the imperial concubine will be infected, and then endanger the fetus in her belly.
This matter of protecting the Holy Lord Blessing Saint is too vague and mysterious, what if it doesn't work again and again.
At this moment, a young man from Huangmen ran in happily, "Guan, there is good news. Someone has cured sleeping sickness!"
"Really? Tell me the details quickly." Zhao Guan's family was overjoyed.
"It was Taoist Zhang from Yousheng Temple who cured five patients with Taoist magic. However, it is said that the Taoist priest consumed too much mana and could no longer treat other patients."
"Only five were cured?" Zhao Guan's family began to feel disappointed again.
"Officials, don't worry about how many people have been cured. You should summon this Taoist priest to the palace first, just in case. Besides, if this Taoist priest can cure it, he should know the cause of the disease. If he knows it, Isn't it much easier to deal with the cause of the disease?" Concubine Yan reminded her appropriately.
"My wife is really my good wife! Haha...Dong Songchen, please send someone quickly to bring this Taoist gift to the palace!" Zhao Guanjia clapped his hands and laughed.
