Ask This Spring

"The symptoms of bayberry plague are strange. The patient will have purple bruises, which are about the same size as bayberry. How can ordinary diseases have such symptoms? That's why I remembered it."

Zhuo Lian explained in a difficult tone, she knew exactly how much Huan Shen's suspicion was. Even if she tried her tongue, his suspicions would still not be dispelled, but at the moment she had no choice but to do everything she had to do with her destiny and face her stubbornly. The man close at hand.

Huan Shen stared at her closely, her black eyes flickered slightly, and she said in a dumb voice: "Fan Zhujun is the daughter of the Huaihua general. He has a very high status, but he is unclear. Otherwise, he would not use the stolen prescription to give Qi. The prince treats the illness. If she comes to the wine shop to make trouble next time, remember to ask Chi Zhong and Yang Wu to send me a letter."

Zhuo Lian originally thought that he could reverse the plot in the storybook and match Huan Shen and Fan Zhujun. In this way, her little uncle would not be thinking about her all day long, and even give birth to her widowed sister-in-law.

I never thought that Fan Zhujun cared very much about the Seventh Prince, and he did not shy away from showing off in women's clothing, presumably the two of them had long since settled.

"Uncle, your robe is the former School Lieutenant Fan, not today's Fan Zhujun. She takes care of the Seventh Prince inexplicably. Maybe she will become the Seventh Prince and Concubine in the future, and you should take it away."

Zhuo Lian said this very bluntly, as long as Huan Shen was not a fool, he could hear her implicit meaning.

The youth's complexion sank, and the jaw that gave birth to the light blue stubble was extremely tight, and his voice was cold: "What is the meaning of sister-in-law?"

Noon is the busiest time in the wine shop. Not only the Huanmu Qu family has to entertain the guests, but Qu Yi and the others also have to go to the front to help, otherwise the Qu family's avatar lacks skills and may neglect others. For this reason, the backyard was extremely quiet at this time, and there were no light footsteps, which made her feel more embarrassed.

Zhuo Lian lowered his eyes, "I don't mean anything else, don't worry about it."

She turned around and was about to go back to her room while she said, but Huan Shen's arm was held by Huan Shen unexpectedly.

The palms of the young man were burning, and waves of enthusiasm passed through the clothes, making Zhuo Lian stiff, and a little nervous on his face, looking around, for fear of being seen by others.

"You let go!"

The woman gritted her teeth and urged her. She had a rather beautiful skin. She always had a straight face and seldom smiled. Others only knew that her features were exquisite, but she couldn’t see anything else, but now she doesn’t know. Whether it was nervous or flustered, the jade white skin gradually turned flush, and the blush at the end of the eyes was particularly thick. With the pair of watery apricot eyes, it was indescribable.

After all, Huan Shen is a man. He is healthy and full of blood, and it is normal to face the object of love. If he is like Liu Xiahui, he can reach the point where he is not chaotic, he is not far from converting to Buddhism.

"My sister-in-law was afraid that she had a misunderstanding, so she didn't have any wicked thoughts about the Fan family. Even if she went to kill the enemy together at Yanmen Pass, she was just a nodding acquaintance, and she could talk a few words occasionally. She definitely didn't have any thoughts."

As he spoke, the young man bowed his head slightly, his eyes fell on Yingrun's ear beads, hoarsely said: "My heart is so small that I can't divide it in two. Who is it for? Isn't it clear to my sister-in-law?"

Zhuo Lian couldn't help but struck a spirit, as if he had been stabbed by a needle, and she didn't know where she came from. She pushed Huan Shen away and broke free of his restraint.

She ran to the wing room as if fleeing, she closed the door tightly, leaving no gap.

Huan Shen stood on the spot, separated by doors and windows. He couldn't see the slim figure at all, but he could outline the look of a woman in his mind, presumably frightening her, otherwise he would not leave in a panic.

Having lived together under the same roof for nearly a year, Huan Shen also has a good understanding of Zhuo’s temperament, knowing that she is very stubborn, eating soft but not hard, and she wants to hold all of her heart in her hands, so she must slowly figure it out. Can't be rushed.

This wing has been unoccupied for a long time. Even if the wine shop was first opened, it has been a few months, and the tables, chairs and benches have long been covered with dust.

Zhuo Lian was choked, and his throat seemed to be stuffed with soft hair, which caused bursts of itching.

She wanted to cough, but because she couldn't guess Huan Shen's thoughts, she didn't dare to make a fuss, so she tightly covered her mouth and nose with her hands and pressed her thin back against the wooden door.

After an unknown period of time, the uncomfortable energy was finally suppressed, and Zhuo Lian pushed the window sash open a small slit. After confirming that there was no one in the backyard, the heart hanging in the air finally fell to the real place.

She went into the kitchen, said hello to Uncle Fu, and walked to the shack with the dried rabbit. Dashan sniffed the breath of the owner's body, hurriedly stuck her head out, and licked the woman's palm. Duck the dark red meat strip in his mouth and bite slowly.

Xingyan looked at the dog's slightly swaying head, Zhuo Lian frowned, and thought to himself: If Huan Shen is telling the truth, then he doesn't have any thoughts about the heroine in the book. Could it be that he has changed the plot and failed? That being the case, will the Seventh Prince ascend the throne in the future? Can that person save his life?

That's it, the sky is falling and there is a tall man against it, so why worry about the sky?

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Fan Zhujun still didn't recover until Huan Shen took Zhuo Lian back. She originally thought it was the ignorant woman who caused the Seventh Prince to be like this. How could she have thought that the problem had happened to her.

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She was exhausted by the endless remorse. If the Seventh Prince hadn't recovered and suffered from the torment of Yangmei plague, she would definitely rush back to the capital immediately without staying a moment longer.

The prescription Zhuo Shi provided can not only cure the disease, but also have a preventive effect. The first three princes who came to the suburbs of Beijing took the medicine.

"Miss Fan, the imperial doctor will be here later, and the old seventh's body will be taken care of by him, so you don't have to worry about it."

Hearing this, Fan Zhujun's eyes were sore and choked: "His Royal Highness, the courtier is also worried about the illness of the Seventh Prince. It was a moment of confusion, and it was a big mistake. Please be generous and forgive the courtier this time."

As early as when he learned that the seventh prince was infected with the plague and was in danger, Fan Zhujun thoroughly recognized her heart-the person she cared most was the seventh prince, not Huan Shen, she was nothing but a young man from a poor background. Appreciating it, but she had a misunderstanding earlier and almost went the wrong way.

Realizing this, Fan Zhujun was even more reluctant to leave. Her heart was filled with worry and she did not notice the impatience in the eyes of the three princes.

Not long after, several imperial doctors rushed to Biezhuang, and the person at the head was the imperial envoy of the imperial hospital, who had excellent medical skills.

Fan Zhujun followed him and rushed into the bedroom, but was grabbed by two tall men and dragged out mercilessly.

"What are you doing?"

Fan Zhujun was born in Jiangmen, has a family and learning background, and his martial arts is not bad. But the third prince was born in the middle of the palace, and the guards around him were only selected from a thousand miles away. How could a woman beat him? She was still struggling at first, but she fell into a disadvantage within a moment, her face was full of unwillingness, she kept yelling in her throat, and was finally driven out of Biezhuang.

The third prince pulled his lips, and then walked slowly into the room. The bitterness of the decoction in the room was extremely strong, but he didn't seem to smell it, and his expression remained unchanged.

At this moment, the imperial doctor had already checked the pulse, and said respectfully: "His Royal Highness, the seventh prince is weak. You only need to replace the heat-clearing and detoxification soup in the prescription with the four-junzi soup, and take Ren Zhonghuang Wan with this medicine for a few months. Recoverable."

"Why does it take months?" The man raised his eyebrows.

"Ordinary people can get better within a few days if they are treated in time, but the seventh prince has been suffering from Yangmei plague for a longer period of time. He has been hanging on with good medicine to persist to this day. Previously, he used the wrong prescription and damaged it. Foundation, so it must be carefully nurtured to heal."

The imperial physician had lived for so many years, never expected that there would be such a brave person in the world who would treat the Seventh Prince in private, and also used the wrong decoction, which almost never caused the emperor's nobleman to lose his life. But he was not easy to say these words, he could only remind his mind to recuperate for the unconscious young man, and he did not dare to be negligent.

Ten days later, the seventh prince finally woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the old lady with a gray beard, and asked weakly, "Where is Miss Fan?"

The boy next to the imperial physician estimated that he was about ten years old, and said crisply: "If you return to your Highness, Girl Fan was driven away as early as the day we came to Biezhuang."

"Shoot away?" The man's eyes flickered slightly, believing that the three princes were making troubles, and deliberately looking for Jun Zhu's troubles.

The child twittered, "Girl Fan is indeed kind, but it's a pity that she did bad things with her kind intentions."

The Seventh Prince was puzzled.

"What good intentions do bad things?"

"His Royal Highness has a syndrome of Qi deficiency. Taking Renzhonghuang Wan with Qingrejiedu Decoction will damage the foundation. You must be replaced with Sijunzi Decoction to make you heal. However, Miss Fan did not change the decoction, which made you suffer in vain."

Taiyuan Hospital is far from being as complicated as Chaotang. A ten-year-old child has a pure mind and will not lie about this matter. It seems that Mr. Take is too impatient to make mistakes.

He slapped the back of the child's head vigorously, and the imperial doctor was embarrassed, "Tong'er is ignorant, please don't blame your Highness."

Even if the Seven Princes City Mansion is extremely deep, in order to maintain a gentle appearance in front of others, he would not care about the ignorant children. At this moment, he took the medicine bowl and waved his hands, and the master and apprentice retired.

After walking out of the bedroom for a while, the old lady wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her medical cuffs, and whispered: "You child is really confused. You dare to say anything. Once you offend the nobleman, how can there be any good fruit?"

"Where did the disciple say wrong? We were meant to treat the Seventh Prince. If it weren't for Miss Fan's hindrance, now that she has returned to Beijing, how can we stay in such a remote place?"

"You don't have a long memory! Be careful when I smoke you!"

The old doctor raised his hand high and wanted to fight. The boy raised his hand to cover his head, screaming and rushing forward, his voice was extremely miserable, just like killing a pig.

The author has something to say: Merry Christmas Duck~

The author doesn’t know if there is a Yonetian Cong in Renzhonghuang Wan, because I’m not a medical student, so everyone will be wailing~