Beiping.
Prince Yan's Mansion.
The imperial doctor sent by Lao Zhu had arrived. After a short rest, he began to treat Xu Da.
I saw Xu Da lying on the bed, naked from the waist up.
The look of his back was simply unbearable to look at.
The abscess was almost the size of an adult's fist. (I won’t post the picture. I searched it and it made my scalp numb)
When the imperial doctor saw this situation, he also took a deep breath.
Sisters Xu Miaoyun, Xu Yungong, and Zhu Di were all standing by.
"Imperial physician, can my father's disease be cured?" Xu Miaoyun asked.
"Princess, I will do my best to treat you." The imperial doctor saluted and replied.
He didn't dare to guarantee that Xu Da was not only the Duke of Wei in the Ming Dynasty, but also Lao Zhu's sworn brother and in-laws.
If it is cured, everything can be done easily; if it is not cured, it is very likely that your life will not be saved.
"What nonsense are you talking about? If it can be cured, it can be cured. If it can't be cured, it can't be cured." Zhu Di's temper was not as good as that of Xu Miaoyun, and he asked with his eyes wide open.
"Your Highness, I can't guarantee this...I can't guarantee it!" The imperial doctor looked embarrassed.
"Then what do I want you to do?"
"Give me some sweet words, can it be cured?"
Facing Zhu Di's strong oppression, the imperial doctor did not dare to say anything about trying his best.
He kept saying it could be cured.
Seeing this, Zhu Di snorted coldly: "If you are cured, I will reward you heavily. If you are not cured, I will kill you."
"Yes Yes."
The men in Lao Zhu's family are all the same.
"You bitch!" Zhu Di said in his heart.
Afterwards, the imperial physician completed the diagnosis for Xu Da and prescribed a prescription.
Then he used his hands to release the pus from the abscess on Xu Da's back, then applied some medicated powder externally, and finally bandaged it.
There was no anesthetic, so Xu Da endured the whole process. It could be seen that his body was already covered in cold sweat.
Xu Miaoyun had already gone down to grab the medicine with the prescription prescribed by the imperial doctor, and now Zhu Di was the only man left in the room.
"Your Highness, let's see what happens behind Duke Wei." The imperial doctor said to Zhu Di.
"knew."
"As long as the Duke of Wei recovers, I will definitely reward him generously." Zhu Di nodded and said.
"Thank you, Your Highness!" The imperial doctor did not dare to ask for any reward, but at this time, refusal was obviously not an option.
After Xu Miaoyun boiled the medicine and fed it to Xu Da, Zhu Gaochi and other children were allowed to visit their grandfather.
Little chubby Duner stood in front of the bed, looking at Xu Da's expression of suppressing pain. He stepped forward and grabbed Xu Da's rough big hand, and asked carefully: "Grandpa, does it hurt?"
Hearing this, Xu Da felt warm in his heart. He squeezed out a smile, pinched Little Fatty's chubby face, and said, "Gao Chi is good, grandpa doesn't feel any pain."
"Does it really not hurt?" Little Fatty didn't believe it.
"Really." Xu Da said.
On the side, Xu Miaoyun looked at her eldest son with relief.
Even Zhu Di smiled.
…
Beijing.
As always, no big changes.
In the court, every now and then, officials would commit crimes and beheaded by Lao Zhu.
Some people can still be saved by Zhu Biao's request, but some people can't be saved if they do something that offends Lao Zhu.
Yang Xuan lived a leisurely life, going to the East Palace to help Zhu Biao, or drinking some wine with Lan Yu.
Since the last time Yang Xuan knocked him down, Lan Yu has always remembered that he found an opportunity to take turns with his adopted son in order to take revenge.
However, the final result ended in a disastrous defeat for him and his adopted sons.
Lan Yu has a character that refuses to admit defeat. Every time she seeks revenge from Yang Xuan, she always fails miserably.
Even so, he still didn't give up.
Yang Xuan couldn't stand it anymore and had no choice but to go to Zhu Biao to complain.
Angry Lan Yu scolded Yang Xuan for not practicing martial ethics.
The elite circle in the capital also silently excluded Yang Xuan.
No one likes someone who is quick to complain.
Yang Xuan didn't care about this.
Those people might become the dead souls of Lao Zhu at some point, and he didn't want to have anything to do with them.
Earl's Palace.
Yang Xuan read the letter from Peiping, smiled on his face, and said to An Qing beside him.
"Sister sent me a letter. The teacher's health has recovered a bit and he will leave for Beijing soon."
"Great." An Qing was also happy for Yang Xuan.
At this time, Yang Xuan put down the letter in his hand, took An Qing beside him, and placed it on his lap.
The latter exclaimed, then blushed and punched Yang Xuan's chest in embarrassment.
Yang Xuan laughed proudly.
An Qing gently put her head on his shoulder, and then whispered in his ear: "Xiao Xuanzi, I will be eighteen years old soon."
God knows how she waited for these two years.
"It seems that you can't wait to be eaten by me!" Yang Xuan laughed evilly.
"Huh!" An Qing snorted softly and gave Yang Xuan a roll of his eyes.
Every time Yang Xuan got angry, she said she could help, but Yang Xuan refused because she was still young and went to Xiuhe's room instead.
Now, she is also holding back a lot of anger.
"When the time comes, let's see who eats whom."
"Don't regret it." Yang Xuan smiled. In this regard, he had enough confidence in himself.
…
More than half a month later, Anqing finally turned eighteen.
There is no need to be afraid of Yang Xuan (Master River Crab) anymore.
It's time to do some things.
At night, the moonlight was bright, and the candlelight flickered in the room.
An Qing hid on the bed, wrapped in silk quilt, looking expectantly and nervously at Yang Xuan, who was slowly walking towards him.
Although her theoretical knowledge is already full, she can start practicing. This is the first time.
Seeing An Qing's appearance at this moment, Yang Xuan couldn't laugh or cry.
"Little princess, are you ready?"
"I'm coming!"
he laughed.
"Come on!" An Qing whispered, as thin as a mosquito.
After thinking about it, Yang Xuan blew out most of the candles in the room, making the room dark.
It is also easier for people to let go.
Then, Yang Xuan slowly climbed onto the bed.
The silk quilt is extremely silky and feels great to the touch.
The thermal insulation effect is also excellent.
Covering the body, it is as light as a feather.
Most of the items used in Yang Xuan's Earl's Mansion came from the palace.
Including the silk quilt on his body.
However, this bed may have been aged for a long time, or it may be a workmanship issue.
There was a constant creaking all night.
It was so disturbing that neither Yang Xuan nor An Qing slept well.
It wasn't until dawn that the two of them were so sleepy that they fell asleep.
Xiuhe did not disturb the two of them and arranged all the affairs in the house.
In the afternoon, Yang Xuan opened his eyes and looked at the sky outside, feeling regretful.
"Change a bed tomorrow!" he said in his mind.
"Xiao Xuanzi!" At this time, An Qing's voice sounded next to him.
Yang Xuan leaned over, lightly tapped his face, and said with a smile: "You go on sleeping, and I'll go get someone to prepare some food for you."
"good."
"Xiao Xuanzi, you are so kind!"
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