Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 336 Tong Qingqiu Draws Dreams

Chen Shuncai looked up and down the imperial physician named Meng Qiuhua.

This person seemed to be honest, but he claimed to be sent by the empress, so Chen Shuncai would not go to Kunning Palace to verify this matter with the empress.

Especially in this special period, the Queen Gang and Chen Shuncai had just had a conflict.

After checking the tooth card and confirming that the imperial physician was correct, Chen Shuncai let Meng Qiuhua into the bedroom, but during the pulse diagnosis process, Chen Shuncai had to accompany him throughout the process, this point cannot be vague.

Meng Qiuhua took the emperor's pulse in a regular manner, and took half a cup of tea, but saw the sweat dripping down his face.

Chen Shuncai asked with concern: "Is there any difference in the pulse of the Holy One?"

Meng Qiuhua wiped off his sweat: "Leave a lowly post and do a medical examination..."

"Hey Hey!"

Emperor Zhaoxing laughed a few times suddenly, and Meng Qiuhua almost fell to the ground in fright: "Hey, what's going on here?"

Chen Shuncai reprimanded: "What a fuss, you are an imperial doctor, but you have never seen sleep talking? Just take a good pulse diagnosis!"

Is it just talking in your sleep?

It is indeed talking in sleep.

Emperor Zhaoxing's coma this time was very different from the last one.

First of all, Emperor Zhaoxing's overall condition is very good, which is fundamentally different from the last state of near-death.

Secondly, Emperor Zhaoxing would stay awake for one or two hours every day. During the period of sobriety, Emperor Zhaoxing could eat and drink, and he could also handle some government affairs.

In addition, Emperor Zhaoxing would keep talking in his sleep after falling asleep, laughing most of the time, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

So this time the situation is not so urgent, Chen Shuncai even thinks this is a normal reaction in the promotion stage.

Meng Qiuhua took the emperor's pulse for nearly half an hour, and Chen Shuncai was very dissatisfied, he had never seen such a long time for taking the pulse.

But seeing the beads of sweat dripping down Meng Qiuhua's face, he seemed to have discovered some illness, and Chen Shuncai didn't want to disturb him, and waited anxiously.

Is it over?
If you hadn't insisted on checking the pulse at this time, I would have gone back to rest a long time ago.

After a hard day, my waist is sore and my back hurts, and I have to find someone to rub it well.

After working in the palace for many years, Chen Shuncai seldom felt hard work, but recently his body became pampered, a little bit tired, and he felt sore and unbearable.

I think it's because I'm getting old, and I can't do this job of serving people.

But if you can't do this job, what can you do?
Isn't it the life of a servant in the house?
Chen Shuncai was in a trance, but Meng Qiuhua stood up and said, "Chen Bingbi, I have had a pulse diagnosis."

"Hmm..." Chen Shun came back to his senses, and asked casually, "How is the pulse of the Holy One?"

Meng Qiuhua replied: "Your Majesty's pulse is stable, and he has no symptoms. It should be due to overwork, fatigue and lethargy."

Chen Shuncai sneered and made no comment.

The imperial physician who came to check the pulse every day said the same thing, saying that the emperor was not sick, but tired and lethargic.

This guy was recommended by the queen, so he naturally wanted to fight for a chance to stand out, but after half an hour of consultation, isn't this the same result?
The queen took a fancy to this man, and thought that this guy had some special skills, and in the end, that was all he had.

But this is also reasonable, just based on the queen's background, that's all she has!
Chen Shuncai handed the medicine box to Meng Qiuhua, and said politely: "Doctor Meng is working hard, let's go back and rest earlier."

Meng Qiuhua also specially added: "The humble official thought that the Holy Majesty would wake up after sleeping for a day or two."

Chen Shuncai said impatiently: "I know, I know, Doctor Meng has worked hard, so hurry up!"

Nine of the ten imperial physicians said that the emperor would wake up in a day or two.

In less than a day or two, the emperor can wake up every day.

I can't see the symptoms, so I'm talking nonsense here.

Just relying on this nonsense to claim credit?What do you think this is?You think too highly of yourself!

After sending Meng Qiuhua away, Chen Shuncai explained a few words to Shi Chuan, the eunuch in charge, and then went back to the courtyard and entered the first room in the East Wing.

Qu Qiao rushed up to meet him, helped Chen Shuncai take off his outer shirt, fetched water and helped Chen Shuncai wash his face and hands.

There were some wine and dishes on the table, Qu Qiao had waited for a long time, and the dishes were getting cold, Qu Qiao was going to the kitchen to heat up, but was stopped by Chen Shuncai: "Eat cold, it's okay, cook some for me Come drink."

Chen Shuncai liked Qu Qiao's cooking skills very much, no matter whether it was meat or vegetable, it was very suitable for Chen Shuncai's taste.

Especially the pot of orchid wine, blended with dried orchids and mountain spring water little by little, the aroma, the intensity, all in Chen Shuncai's heart, after drinking Qu Qiao's orchid wine, other wines are really hard to swallow.

After dinner, Qu Qiao took care of Chen Shuncai to undress, took a bath, and then gave Chen Shuncai a massage. With the touch of her fingertips, the tiredness of the day disappeared.

Chen Shuncai gently hugged Qu Qiao, and slowly fell asleep in the warmth of his arms.

……

In the secret garden, imperial physician Meng Qiuhua took off his official robe and handed it over to another imperial physician.

Another imperial physician is also named Meng Qiuhua, the difference from the previous one is that his real name is Meng Qiuhua.

The previous Meng Qiuhua was Tong Qingqiu in disguise.

The real Meng Qiuhua is the dark son placed by Taibo in the palace.

Meng Qiuhua took away the official robe and handed Tong Qingqiu a set of armor: "Senior Brother Tong, why are you sweating so much?"

"Sweating?" Tong Qingqiu did sweat a lot, but he didn't feel hot at all, and he still shivered from time to time.

Tong Qingqiu's purpose in coming to the palace is to paint dreams, to paint the emperor's dream.

He has the ability to feel the pulse into dreams, and because of this talent, he has the nickname, Layman Huameng.

When making a living in the market, this method of drawing dreams has always been used for divination when visiting doctors.

When he arrived at the patient's home, Tong Qingqiu first took some sleeping decoction for the patient, let the patient fall asleep, and then fell into a dream, asked some details of life in the dream, and then drew the scenes in the dream in the painting, and explained them one by one to the scroll , the words are precise.

"Is your father's surname Hu? His name is Hu Zhiguang, right? He has two sons and three daughters. He fell and fell asleep three days ago..."

His paintings are scribbled and chaotic, and no one can understand them at all.

But what he said, everyone could understand that this was their family's business, and he said it verbatim. After hearing what he said, the family naturally felt that the child prodigy doctor was a fairy descended from the world.

I didn't expect this market trick to be so useful today.

But Tong Qingqiu didn't expect that the dream of Liang Daguan's house could scare him into such a state.

Tong Qingqiu pretended to be an imperial guard, took a tooth card, and walked all the way to the outer wall in a daze.

I was lucky tonight, when I met the Imperial Army patrolling all the way, the other party greeted casually without asking much.

Meeting several servants again, Tong Qingqiu ignored them according to the rules in the palace, and when he got to the wall, he took out the Twins Card and tapped it lightly five times.

Han Chen had already responded outside the wall, activated the magic circle, and took Tong Qingqiu out of the wall.

"Is everything going well?"

Tong Qingqiu nodded and said, "It's pretty smooth."

"What kind of dream did Liang Daguan's family have?"

Tong Qingqiu took two deep breaths and said: "I can't explain it clearly, just wait for me to draw it."

Han Chen smiled wryly and said, "Who can understand your painting? Let me go to Li Qi Tea House, where Tai Bu is waiting for you. It's very important. You must draw more carefully."

The two went directly from the magic circle to Li Qi Teahouse, where Tai Bu and Li Shabai were drinking tea in the elegant room.

Tai Bu picked up the teacup, took a sip, and asked: "Painter Li, are you really planning to help me this time?"

Li Shabai picked up the tea mill and grinded it carefully, shook his head and smiled and said, "Tai Bu, if you ask Li to appreciate the painting, Li is very happy, but if you talk about the matter of the high official's family, Li feels that the timing is not right, forgive me for being helpless." !"

Tai Bu frowned slightly: "Let's ask Painter Li, why did you say the timing was wrong?"

Li Shabai mixed the tea paste, picked up the kettle to make tea, and the scene of the army fighting in the tea bowl showed: "The prince is still fighting in the northern border. If something happens to Liang Daguan's family at this time, and the prince can't come back to take the throne, Da Xuan But the country does not know whose hands it will fall into.
It's better to wait for the prince to come back from the Northern Expedition, and then discuss this matter. Not only is the teacher famous, but also there is no worry afterwards. Taibo, it's rare for you and me to get together. Let's concentrate on enjoying the painting tonight! "

While talking, Tong Qingqiu and Han Chen had arrived in the elegant room, Tai Bu nodded, called Tong Qingqiu, and said to Li Shabai: "Since painter Li wants to appreciate the painting, let my disciple show his clumsiness first."

Li Shabai had already prepared the pen and ink Danqing, Tong Qingqiu picked up the pen, dipped it in enough ink, and swiped wantonly on the paper, every stroke was driven by spirituality without thinking.

I drew three pictures in a blink of an eye, and the lines in each picture were messy, and even a basic outline could not be seen.

Originally, I just thought that laymen couldn't see it, but even Li Shabai shook his head again and again when he saw it.

Han Chen was beside him, and reminded in a low voice: "Junior brother, I said this is an urgent matter, you should put more thought into it and draw more carefully."

Tong Qingqiu said: "The drawing is careful enough, just look here, this person is Liang Daguan's family, these people wearing official robes are all high-ranking officials, these are common people, these are all I saw in my dream Yes, not a single drop."

Han Chen looked at it for a while, frowned and said, "You said so many people, I can't see it alone!"

"Why is there no one? Look here!" Tong Qingqiu pointed at the picture and kept explaining. Li Shabai listened to it for a while, and seemed to realize something. He stared at the three paintings repeatedly, picked up the brush and ink, adjusted the painting, and repainted. three.

The picture scroll was completed in no time, and Li Shabai showed it to Tong Qingqiu: "Tong Warlock, are these three paintings correct?"

Tong Qingqiu was surprised, and nodded again and again: "You're right, it's exactly the same as what I saw in my dream!"

Tai Bu stared at Li Shabai's three paintings carefully, but Li Shabai's paintings were different from Tong Qingqiu's. Every person, every figure, every plant and every tree in the painting was lifelike. After looking at the picture scrolls, it was like being there.

The first painting: Hundreds of officials kneel in front of Emperor Zhaoxing, with their heads raised and their heads bowed, in the shape of kowtow. In the distance, countless people also kneel on the ground. They are more respectful than the officials. ground.

The second painting: Countless people kneel in front of Emperor Zhaoxing. They are all young and strong men. Their posture is the same as the first painting. Their faces are still close to the ground. The ground is bright red and full of blood. Emperor Zhaoxing His body is taller than the first painting, and there are clouds and mist around him.

In the third painting, Emperor Zhaoxing is flying in the air, looking down at the trees all over the ground. This painting is very large, and the city wall can be vaguely seen on the edge of the scroll, and there are trees within the city wall.

There is no one in the house, only trees, the roof is broken, and trees grow, above the market, there are trees, and beside the bridge, there are also trees!
Emperor Zhaoxing, who was flying in the air, had a smile all over his face.

"More, more!" Tong Qingqiu was reminded of the picture scroll in front of him, picked up a brush and drew another picture.

In the eyes of Tai Bu and Han Chen, this painting is no different from the previous three, they all look like graffiti.

But Li Shabai was sweating after seeing this painting.

He picked up the brush and drew a picture of Tong Qingqiu.

This painting, however, seems to be overlooking from the sky, as far as the eye can see, there are all trees.

There are trees in the mountains, there are trees in the farmland, there are trees on the roads, and there are trees on the gates!
Li Shabai wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and asked Tong Qingqiu: "Did I draw it right?"

Tong Qingqiu nodded again and again: "The painting is right, that's how it is. I heard Liang Daguan's family laughing non-stop."

Tai Bu sighed: "I made the layout meticulously, and let Qingqiu take risks, just to paint the old thief's dream,
I know he has a vicious mind, but I didn't expect to be in such a situation, Painter Li, do you still think the timing is wrong? "

"Is it right, so what can I do?" Li Shabai dropped his brush on the ground, "The common people will perish at the hands of this thief, and the way of heaven will perish at the hands of this thief!"

(End of this chapter)