Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 362 Death
Xin Yi originally wanted to bring only Xingyuan and Taoyu into the palace, but Lue was ordered by Gao Minglou to follow her life and death, so Xin Yi had to keep Taoyu.

Because of Xin Yi's bad eyesight, he changed into a pair of shoulders after entering the palace, and was carried by two small yellow gates to the Hall of Huining.

Xin Yi coughed constantly along the way, causing Yang Huaimin to frown in disgust, and the servants he met on the road stopped to watch.

When they were approaching Huining Hall, they happened to meet Zhou Yiliu and Princess Fukang who were walking back from the imperial garden with their belly full.

Seeing Princess Fukang, Zhou Yiliu walked towards her, and grabbed her to stand by the side of the road.

"Miss Zhou?" Princess Fukang looked at her in confusion, "A girl from a foreign country, what do you want her to do?"

Zhou Yiliu held her belly and smiled, "Miss Ayima is going to treat Concubine Zhang Guifei. It's Concubine Zhang's health is important, let them go first."

Princess Fukang curled her lips in displeasure and muttered softly.

"You are pregnant with the emperor's heir. Who is more noble than you in this palace? You are soft-tempered and too kind. No wonder everyone dares to bully you."

Xin Yi stared straight ahead, and heard Yang Huaimin greet them when the shoulders passed by, as if they had just discovered them, with both hands tightly clutching the sides of the shoulders, looking nervous and bewildered.

There was a sneer in my heart.

When Yang Huaimin came to the posthouse to pass her on, he said "talk to the imperial concubine", but when Zhou Yiliu made way to be a good person, he blurted out "seeing the imperial concubine's illness"...

Xin Yi's empty eyes followed Zhou Yiliu's direction and smiled slightly.

Princess Fukang is young, innocent and naive, when she sees Xinyi's wooden smile, she can't help but snort.

"Are you from Xiaoguo? Look at her trembling appearance. She has never seen the world. How can a person like this treat a noble concubine?"

Zhou Yiliu shook her head lightly: "I don't know about this. I just heard from officials that the imperial concubine has not been in good health for the past two days, and said that only this little lady from Dali can cure her stubborn illness...it must have some skills Yes."

"Hmph! She is deliberately making trouble in front of the emperor to fight for your favor. You always speak for her..."

"Eldest Princess, be careful what you say, be careful that the walls have ears..."

"Okay, okay, I get it, you want to accumulate blessings for the little prince in your stomach. Let's go, the plum juice that I ate from Fan Lou yesterday seems to be thicker and more intoxicating than last time."

"As long as the eldest princess likes it."

Princess Fukang didn't know what to think of, her cheeks blushed suddenly, she took Zhou Yiliu's arm again, carefully observing her face.

"I drank too much later... did I get confused by talking nonsense?"

"No, the eldest princess is pretty well-behaved after being drunk..."

The two laughed while walking, biting their ears and talking, looking very affectionate.

The palace maid was some distance away from them, so she couldn't hear what they were saying, and Xin Yi, who was walking in the opposite direction, couldn't even hear a word——

But she didn't need to hear anything.

Calculating from the date of the eldest princess's birthday, Concubine Zhang Guifei's good days are coming to an end, and her death is approaching.

This year is the Zhihe first year of the Renzong Dynasty. It will not be long before the people of the Song Dynasty will receive official obituaries. The most beloved concubine of the Zhao family, Zhang, has died at the age of 31.

Most of the time, "Bianjing Fu" still respects history.Zhang Xue also had three daughters, all of whom died young without exception, and the cause of death was the same as in history, which was briefly mentioned.After her death, the same sacred favor continued. Zhao Zhen not only named Zhang as queen when Empress Cao was alive, but also gave her a posthumous title and established a separate temple.

Even after Zhao Zhen died, in his Yongzhao Mausoleum, besides Empress Cao, Empress Zhang was buried with him.

This shows how deep Zhao Zhen's affection for Zhang Xueyi is.

Then, the person who instigated Concubine Zhang Gui to let Xin Yi come for consultation at this juncture can only say that his heart can be punished.

If Concubine Zhang Guifei died at her hands, Zhao Zhen's "infatuation" had nowhere to rest, and there was no one to vent her anger, would she have a good end?
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Huining Hall.

Zhang Xueyi was leaning against the bed with a pale complexion, her hair was disheveled, and her pajamas were crumpled like over-wrought pickles, her exposed skin was as pale as paper, like a ghost that had just crawled out of a grave, looking haggard, A pair of eyes are exceptionally bright.

She stared at the oil lamp without turning her eyes for a long time.

The palace maid Meng Ning came to persuade her to wash and change clothes twice, but Zhang Xueyi refused to move.

She is waiting.

Waiting for the redemption of her life.

She didn't want to waste any energy on unnecessary things, all her energy was spent waiting.

Waiting for that miraculous doctor named Miss Zhang...

It is said that people have feelings before the end of their lives, and so does Zhang Xue. She senses the passage of life and feels that her life is not long...

But she couldn't bear to die, a woman who was loved by the most powerful man in the world, just turned three, and hadn't given birth to a prince to a man, how could she be willing to die?
The desire to survive boiled in her heart, burning her eyes red.

There were finally footsteps outside the door, Meng Ning came in, and gave her a meaningful look.

"My lady, Miss Ayima is here."

The emaciated concubine on the bed just straightened up, stretched out her skinny fingers, and let out a happy grunt from her throat, like a broken bellows, her words were unbearably hoarse.

"Quick, invite her in..."

"But she is blind." Meng Ning lowered her head and added.

Zhang Xue was also stunned, and the light in her eyes went out at a visible speed. After confirming that Meng Ning was not lying, the dark clouds in her eyes gradually shrouded back, and she slammed back on the bed heavily, making a bang, and she didn't even notice it. .

"Blind man, how could she be blind...what's the use of me wanting a blind man..."

Meng Ning said softly: "You can feel the pulse without using your eyes."

Zhang Xueyi's thin face regained some brilliance, and the beauty of the past can be faintly seen in the facial features.

"Please hurry up, don't wait for her slowly."

Meng Ning glanced at her, "Yes."

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Xin Yi sat in the side hall of Huining Hall and waited, while the two maids stood by quietly.

At this moment, she is not the only one in the palace, there are two other imperial physicians looking over the medical records shaking their heads and sighing.

Their voices were very low, and they were talking about Zhang Guifei's condition and medication.

Xin Yi could hear their concerns, the imperial concubine was already dying of illness, but what the imperial doctor said was all auspicious.

Xin Yi sat and listened without moving until Meng Ning invited her into the inner hall.

Zhang Xueyi was sitting on the bed in the inner hall, the space exuded a strong smell of medicine, the windows were closed, and the light was dim, giving people an inexplicable sense of the atmosphere of a folk ghost story.

I haven't seen her for more than a year, and Zhang Xue has lost weight, and her complexion has deteriorated even more, like a withered flower, it will wither just by looking at it.

Xin Yi was Zhang Xueyi's last hope. Seeing Xin Yi walked in with someone's help, Zhang Xueyi let her sit in front of the bed, then looked at her desperately, crying like a helpless child.

"Little lady, if you want to save me, you must save me... They are all quack doctors, they can't cure my illness, I only have you..."

The imperial concubine wept like pear blossoms and rain, and Xin Yi couldn't help feeling sorry for the fragrance after seeing it.

"Unfortunately, I'm not Mrs. Zhang, and I don't know how to heal."

"No, you are, there won't be two faces so similar in this world." Zhang Xueyi stared straight at her, murmured paranoidly, and grabbed Xin Yi's hand.

"Do you have any embarrassment? Don't dare to admit your identity... Don't be afraid, just tell me... I can help you. The officials love me the most and will listen to me..."

Xin Yi shook his head worriedly, "I heard that the lady's breath is not stable, so I should rest well and talk less. I'm here, I can't help you, but it will upset you."

"How could it be?" Zhang Xue also turned his head with difficulty, and looked at Xin Yi, staring at her eyes without blinking, "Help me, okay?"

"I can't save it." Xin Yi's eyes were unfocused, but his voice was extremely gentle, "Although I really want to save it."

Zhang Xue was also stunned.

After a while, she suddenly threw away Xin Yi's hand and screamed hysterically.

"Liar, you liar, you are all liars...you are all liars. You, you all want me to die..."

Meng Ning hurried over and patted her on the back in relief. Zhang Xue also glared at Xin Yi and coughed violently.

Coughing and coughing, he spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the snow-white veil red.

She was dumbfounded.

But Meng Ning took it away as usual, brought warm water to wait for her to wash, and then methodically changed her into a clean white one, as if she hadn't seen the blood.

Xin Yi remembers that Zhang Xueyi first suffered from facial diseases because she used too much medicine makeup with Methus Monk, and later Fu Jiuqu let her have a bad face.

But Fu Jiuqu just wanted to take away her cherished looks, and didn't really want to kill her.

In principle, skin problems will not easily lead to death. It is actually very suspicious that Concubine Zhang Guifei could not get sick in such a short period of time.However, no matter in history or "Bianjing Fu", there is only one word "disease" to describe Zhang's death.

What is the real cause?
(End of this chapter)