Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 327 No need anymore (3)
At this moment, he is no longer like the idle prince who has nothing to do, but like a general, a general who stands for the country and the people.

Perhaps in the eyes of some people, he has never been an idle prince, and those people, who thought they would win, lost in the end, completely.

However, everyone noticed Si Yujiang's coldness, but they didn't notice that his hand holding the sword was trembling very slightly from beginning to end, and no one noticed the waves in the depths of his eyes.

Although the rain had stopped and the sky was clear, Si Yujiang's eyes were still filled with gloomy weather.

Just when the imperial guards of the Royal City escorted all the officials who were kneeling on the square in front of the Chongming Palace, Yanling came to Si Yujiang's side and said respectfully, "I have seen Your Highness."

Si Yujiang just nodded slightly, without looking at him, only heard Yanling continue: "Your Highness, the young master has arrived, and he is meeting the King in the Bixin Palace."

Si Yujiang's dark eyes flickered slightly, and he called out to the burly general standing behind him in a deep voice: "General Shi."

"The last general is here!" The burly general responded and took a step forward.

This general is none other than Shi Kai, the general who escorted Lord Yi to the capital.

"Here is left to you for the time being."

"The last general takes orders!"

Si Yujiang gripped the sword even tighter, turned around and headed towards Bixin Hall, with Eunuch Deng following closely behind him.

Inside Bixin Hall.

It was still the thick floor-drawing curtain that blocked the sunlight outside the window, it was still the smell of soup and medicine that was so strong that it seemed insoluble, it was still the smell of the terminally ill that could not be cured.

What was different from every time Si Jixia came to Bixin Hall in the past was that the king's boss Hao Lei was sitting on the low couch in the Nuan Pavilion in the palace, instead of lying on the large dragon couch.

There was no one in the Nuan Pavilion, or in other words, there was no one else in the Bixin Palace except the king and Si Jixia, even the confidant Eunuch Deng who had been serving the king was not in the Bixin Palace.

Although the king was sitting instead of lying down at this time, his complexion was grayer and sallow than the last time Si Jixia saw him, his eye sockets and cheeks were more sunken, and his cheekbones were higher and more prominent. The well-fitting bright yellow silk robe was put on him at the moment, but it was so loose that two of them could be put on. Beside the long table on the table, he coughed from time to time, as if he would collapse and die at any time.

Seeing Si Jixia, Wang Shang covered his mouth and coughed while pointing to the empty seat opposite him and made a gesture of "please sit down" to Si Jixia, gasped for breath, and said politely in a hoarse voice: "Sir, please sit down!" .”

Si Jixia raised his hand to lift the hood on his head, bowed his head slightly towards the king as a sign of respect, then lightly raised the hem of his cloak, and sat down across the long desk opposite the king.

On the long table are a furnace of incense, a cup of tea, and a bowl of medicine.

The sweet fragrance of ambergris diffused from the pale white smoke curling up from the incense burner, which slightly dampened the smell of the soup in the Nuan Pavilion.

The tea was prepared for Si Jixia, and the decoction was the king's own.

Si Jixia just sat down, but he didn't intend to hold up the teacup on the long table, and the king didn't insist on him drinking, so he coughed a few times and said: "Young master, do you think I should ask you to give me a consultation?" Is it necessary to hang it?"

"It's not necessary." Si Jixia looked at the king calmly and said calmly.

"Really." The king coughed lightly again, and smiled, "I also think it's unnecessary."

Si Jixia was silent.

"Seeing me will tarnish the reputation of your son as a genius doctor." The king said a little ashamed.

Every time we talk to Si Jixia, the king always uses "I" instead of "zhen". Just from this extremely simple address, one can hear how much the king respects the young man in front of him.

"It's okay, I don't have the heart to hang the pot to help the world." Si Jixia remained calm.

The king opened his mouth and was about to say something when he suddenly coughed violently. Si Jixia just watched indifferently, watching him naturally reach out and touch the brocade handkerchief beside him, covered his mouth, and then looked at him Putting aside the handkerchief that was covered in blood from coughing, not to mention caring, she didn't even move her eyes.

It was as if, what was in front of him was not the king, nor a human life, and it seemed that he had expected this to happen a long time ago, so he would not have any reaction.

And the king's actions from taking the veil to putting aside the veil that coughed up blood all seemed so natural, as if he was used to such things and didn't think about changing it.

"To commit suicide in front of a doctor is really not worth my son's pulse diagnosis." After the king coughed up blood, his breathing suddenly became very short of breath. He raised his slightly trembling hand and moved it to the bowl containing the soup in front of him. Holding it up, it took him three or four times to hold it up, but his trembling hands made a little soup in the bowl spill out.

Si Jixia was still indifferent, and only watched the king calmly finish the big bowl of thick black soup with heavy breaths, and then slowly said: "The king can live but not live, I really didn't save the king again reason."

"If it wasn't for the fifth son, I'm afraid I would never have encountered such a great talent as the young master in my life." The king put down the medicine bowl and praised, "It is his blessing that the fifth son has a best friend like the young master." point."

Si Jixia remained silent, and did not deny that he came to check the king's pulse again and again not because of power or wealth, but because of his life-and-death acquaintance.

It was just because Si Yujiang didn't want his father-in-law to die, so he came to fulfill his filial piety.

Of course, some people's lives cannot be saved as long as Hua Tuo's medical skills are alive. For a person who has already planned to use his life to pay off the debt, no matter how much others want to save him, there is probably nothing he can do.

"It's just that in the eyes of the king, there was no His Highness at all in the beginning." Si Jixia's voice was a little cold.

"After picking and choosing among these princes, I finally found out that the fifth son is the one who can take on the most responsibility." Wang Shang coughed and sighed, "The prince is also my favorite prince, but he wants too much. , there is too much in my eyes. In this position, besides being a father, I am also a monarch. There is absolutely no reason why I want a family instead of a country. people."

Si Jixia didn't answer, but raised his hand to hold the teacup in front of him, and took a sip of tea juice expressionlessly.

The tea is already lukewarm, presumably because it has been brewed for a long time.

"Outside, has the rain stopped?" His Majesty didn't mind Si Jixia's attitude, he just turned his head and glanced out the window, asking in a hoarse and weak voice.

"It stopped, but everything is wet and not dry." Si Jixia replied lightly.

"Young master, when do you think there will be a strong wind to blow away the wetness all over the ground?"

(End of this chapter)