First Lady of the Crown Prince

   Chapter 725

In the study of   Zhonghedian, the monarch is reviewing the piles of memorials.

  The monarch is a tyrant and a madman, but he is not too slack on the road to diligently governing the country.

  Zhang Dequan is not there. He has gone to the Palace of the National Teachers. Next to him is Zhang Dequan’s godson, also surnamed Zhang. He is a stranger, and the people in the palace call him Xiao Zhangzi.

  Xiao Zhangzi has learned how his godfather usually serves the monarch. He should play the fan when he needs to play the fan, and add tea when he needs to add tea, and never talk too much.

  However, when Xiao Zhangzi was halfway through his fan, the monarch suddenly said in a deep voice: "Get out!"

  Little Zhang was trembling with fright!

  Your Majesty, what's wrong with this?

  Isn’t you serving yourself well?

  Guojun said coldly: "Call Zhang Dequan!"

"Yes!"

   "Hold on!"

   "Your Majesty."

   "Forget it."

  Forget it, which one?

  Forget it, don’t say it, you go, or forget it?

  Serving your Majesty is really not a job that ordinary people can do. If his godfather is here, he will definitely understand what your Majesty means, but he doesn’t understand it!

  The monarch does not know how many annoying little eunuchs have been killed by the rod, will he also end up with no bones?

  Hey, I knew I wouldn’t be in favor of my godfather, I didn’t ask for this errand!

   "Your Majesty, Lieutenant Guan, please see me." Outside the door, a young **** reported.

   "Come in." The monarch said, and he glanced at Xiao Zhangzi, "Flick the fan."

  Xiao Zhangzi was relieved, grabbed the fan and continued to fan for the monarch.

  Guan Duwei Wang Xu came to the palace to report the investigation to the monarch.

Wang Xu arched his hands and said, "Your Majesty, the youngest went to the forest where they encountered the assassin, and didn't find any useful clues. The people in the Capital Mansion were going to catch the medicine boy for questioning, but they were taken by the National Teacher Palace. People stopped."

  The monarch coldly snorted: "Go to the Palace of the National Teacher to get people, you are very courageous."

  Wang Xu lowered his head: "Subordinates know their mistakes."

Although the Duwei Mansion is the confidant of your Majesty, it is still not as good as the Palace of the National Teacher in terms of the status of the imperial court.

  There is nothing wrong with catching the medicine boy to torture him. The mistake is that he wants to catch him from the palace of the national teacher.

  Where does the face of the National Master Hall go?

  In fact, if the former maiden was not waiting for the operation, the kid named Xiao Liulang should also be called to the Duwei Mansion to cooperate with the investigation.

   "Continue to investigate." The monarch said.

   "Yes!" Wang Xu handed over, "The minister retired."

  He came over now to try his majesty's tone, whether he could allow himself to take people from the National Teacher Hall.

  It seems that the status of the Palace of the National Master in His Majesty’s mind is still unshakable.

After Wang Xu left, the monarch continued to force himself to calm down and criticize the paper.

  Suddenly, a little beanie was picking up outside the door and poking his head.

   seems to want to come in, but hesitates a bit.

  The monarch looked over, and she retracted her little head.

  The king said calmly: "I have seen you, come in."

   "Okay." The little princess climbed up the high threshold and jumped in.

  She didn't go around the desk to say Huan beside the monarch as usual. She stood politely (heart) across the desk and waited for thousands of miles, and the monarch would never be able to beat her little ass.

   "Don't have to go to class today?" the monarch asked.

   "School is over." The little princess said.

   "Something?" the monarch asked.

   "I..." The little princess was right to her little finger, her eyes dripping, "I want to go outside the palace."

  The little princess didn’t know about Shangguanyan. No one would tell a child about it, and no one would dare to chew any tongue in front of her.

  So she didn't know that the monarch had something on her mind.

  The monarch’s face was as stinky as ever, but he was not worried or so stinky, and the little princess was used to it.

  Monarch: "Where do you want to go?"

  Small princess: "National Teacher Hall."

  Monarch: "What are you going to do to the Palace of the National Teacher?"

  The little princess said with a guilty conscience: "Just, have fun."

She lost her Majesty’s uncle’s thrush. I heard that the National Normal University is omnipotent, so she wanted to ask him to help transform the thrush out of exactly the same thing, so that she wouldn’t have to lie about lending the thrush to classmates. Up.

  The little princess's wife said: "Your Majesty Uncle, you take me there."

  The monarch picked up a folder: "I am very busy."

  Xiaojun said intelligently: "Let Father Zhang take me there."

  Little Zhang was taken aback.

  Guojundao: "Zhang Dequan is not here."

  Xiaojun advocates mouth.

  The monarch blocked her retreat for one second: "Others can't do it."

  The little princess closed her mouth.

  The monarch thought Xiaodouding would use her invincible crying attack, but he didn't expect it.

  The little princess took his head, hung his arms, and walked away sadly.

  Monarch: "..."

  Are you not struggling?

  ……

  National Master Hall.

  Zhang Dequan wandered in the hallway so many times, he felt that the soles of his shoes were walking through.

   He looked at the iron gate held by the two dead men, and said anxiously: "This has been more than an hour, why can't I come out? Is it because the treatment is not smooth?"

  The back of his hands clapped his hands, "How can this be good? How can this be good?"

  In the operating room, the operation is over and the pedicle screws have been driven into the spine. The next step is to fix these screws with metal connecting rods.

  Traditional surgery uses a large incision to completely expose the wound, and the connecting rod can be placed directly into the slot of the pedicle screw.

  But what Gu Jiao did was minimally invasive, so he had to use a special rod holder to insert it from the tail rod that covered the pedicle screw, and then traverse the slot of each nail.

  This is a subcutaneous puncture. The slot is so big that Gu Jiao's hand should not shake at all, otherwise it will not be able to penetrate.

  Master Guo Shi looked at Gu Jiao for an instant.

  Fortunately, Gu Jiao's hands are extremely stable.

   "Seal the cap." Gu Jiao said.

  Master Guo Shi handed the nut to Gu Jiao.

  Gu Jiao tightened the cap on one side, took out the rod holder, and lifted the cap on the other side.

  The final step is to disassemble the tail rod and suture the wound.

  Gu Jiao took out the protein thread and made intradermal sutures for Shangguan Yan. In this way, there is no need to remove the sutures and it will be more beautiful after recovery. The only thing is that it is more difficult than external sutures.

   "You are very caring about her." The Master of National Normal University said.

   "It's okay." Gu Jiao said.

  Master of National Normal University, while packing up medical supplies with Gu Jiao, asked, "How is your brother's recovery?"

  Gu Jiao raised her eyebrows and said, "Not bad."

  Gu Jiao said she was a friend when she introduced her to the National Normal University, but Gu Yan had already called her sister during the operation, and Gu Jiao simply did not hide it.

  Anyway, he knows too much, and this information is not bad.

  After the operation is completed, the Master of the National Normal University will call the experienced disciples over, and use the special stretcher cart for the National Normal University to send the people to the wing.

  Gu Jiao: "Well, I can also make a stretcher."

  The national teacher is not bad.

  Zhang Dequan saw that Shang Guanyan had been pushed out, and rushed up and asked, "Is the former lady okay?"

  Master of the National Normal University took a look at Gu Jiao and said, “Thanks to Doctor Xiao, the operation was a success.”

"Ah." Zhang Dequan looked at Gu Jiao in amazement. He really didn't expect this young man to have such advanced medical skills. He didn't understand the difficulty of surgery. He might be called a "doctor" by the national teacher. Xiao Liulang was the number one. A.

   "There is Doctor Lao Xiao." Zhang Dequan also changed his words, "I will tell the monarch of your credit."

  Gu Jiao handed him a list directly.

  Zhang Dequan was taken aback: "This is—"

  Gu Jiao: "Diagnosis fees, medicine money, let your monarch give them, no credit is allowed."

  Zhang Dequan: "..."

  Master Guo Shi still had to deal with the general affairs in the hall, he left first, and asked Yu He to come over before he left.

  Gu Jiao carried the small medicine box into the house.

  The other two disciples placed Shangguanyan on the bed and then withdrew.

  Gu Jiao’s operation was done directly from noon in the afternoon. The weather was a bit hot, but fortunately, the room was ventilated and the breeze was breezy. The scent of bamboo blowing in the yard made people less boring.

  General anesthesia was used for Shangguan Yan's operation. At this moment, the effect of the anesthetic was not dispersed, and she slept very sweetly.

  There is her small back basket on the table, but Xiao Heng is not there.

   "Huh? Where's Xiang Gong?" Gu Jiao put the small medicine box on the table.

  As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Heng came in with a medicine basket.

  His look is a bit complicated.

  Seeing Gu Jiao, he was stunned for a moment, then looked at Shangguanyan on the bed: "How...how are you guys?"

  It’s not how Shangguanyan is, but how you are.

  It’s not just the one who is more injured.

  Gu Jiaoyun said calmly, “I’m fine, she’s fine, and the operation was successful.”

   "Is it all right after the stitches are removed in a few days?" In Xiao Heng's impression, the stitches are to be removed after the surgery, and usually healed after the stitches are removed.

   "There is no need to remove stitches." Gu Jiao shook her head, "But after half a year to a year, the nails will be taken out, depending on how well she recovers."

   "Nails?" Xiao Heng's pupils shrank.

  Gu Jiao said, “She had eight screws in her spine.”

  Xiao Heng's eyes were cold, his palms were tightly pulled into fists.

  The back of her carefully digging the watermelon flashed in his mind, she also flashed the look of holding the watermelon to him in fear of being rejected by him, and the injury and loneliness flashing in her eyes when he didn't reach out to pick it up.

  He didn’t know that she would become like this, he didn’t know...

  Gu Jiao gently grabbed Xiao Heng’s cold fingers: "She will be fine."

  Xiao Heng grabbed Gu Jiao's hand, as if grabbing the last glimmer of light and reason in the dark.

  His mood gradually calmed down.

   "Well, she will be fine."

  He put the medicine basket on the table.

  The two of them did not separate their hands, looked at each other, and said at the same time: "Your feet—"

  One was cut and the other was scratched. It was not obvious earlier. However, after standing for a long time, the feet of both people swelled up high and they almost stretched their shoes.

"Let me see."

"Let me see."

  The two said in unison again.

  Gu Jiao bends the corners of her lips and said, "It's okay, I've applied the medicine."

   "I have wiped it too." Xiao Heng said.

  In spite of this, the two still insisted on looking at each other's affected areas.

   Although Gu Jiao’s feet were terribly swollen, it was not serious. Xiao Heng's wound was deep. Gu Jiao re-medicated him and bandaged him again.

  Gu Jiao placed the gauze and scissors.

  Xiao Heng looked at her busy little figure and asked, "How did you get rid of Han Ye?"

  Gu Jiao said about Gu Changqing’s appearance: "...Unfortunately, Qi Xuan suddenly appeared and rescued Han Ye."

  Otherwise he will definitely die by Gu Changqing’s sword.

  Of course, Han Ye shouldn't be too happy too early, Gu Changqing cut off his two hamstrings with a single sword, even if he was not dead, he would be half a useless person.

   "By the way, what is this?" Gu Jiao sat down on the stool beside Xiao Heng, pointed to the medicine basket on the table and asked.

  Xiao Heng said: "Ye Qing, the major disciple of the National Teacher's Palace, just came over and said that it was the medicine prepared by the National Teacher's Master for you."

   "Huh? I never asked him to ask for herbs." Gu Jiao carried the medicine basket to her lap and flipped through her hands. "The medicinal materials are not very needed. I can't use them."

  It seems that Ye Qing's delivery of medicine is false, and the message to him is true.

Is    his own meaning, or is it an instruction from the National Normal University?

  If it was the instruction of the national teacher, why did the national teacher do this?

   also specially let him see the portrait of Huang Changsun.

  If he was really just an ordinary medicine boy, the Chinese teacher would not do that.

   But I have changed my face clearly, how did the national teacher recognize it?

  Is it true that, as the folk rumors say, this master of the Great Yan Kingdom knows astronomy and geography, can divination, and destiny?

  咚咚咚.

  There was a knock on the door.

  "I’m Yu He, a disciple of the National Teacher’s Palace. Is Young Master Xiao here? I asked the kitchen to make something to eat and bring it to you."

  Gu Jiao yawned: "Come in."

  Yu Hemai stepped inside and put the food box on the table: "I'm right next door, and Young Master Xiao calls me whenever he wants to."

   "Okay." Gu Jiao said.

  Yu He looked at the two big men holding hands tightly, opened his mouth, said nothing, turned around and walked out.

  Although he is a man, but...the strange match.

  Xiao Heng has no appetite.

  It was thought that Gu Jiao hadn’t eaten anything all day, and he asked, “Isn’t you hungry?”

  Gu Jiao yawned again: "Well... it's okay."

  Xiao Heng asked softly: "Are you tired?"

  Gu Jiao sat up straight, her eyes widened as copper bells: "I'm not tired!"

  Xiao Heng said: "Then eat something before going to bed."

  Gu Jiao: "Okay."

  In the next second, Xiao Heng's shoulders sank, and Gu Jiao's head was leaned down, and she fell asleep.

  Xiao Heng felt distressed and sad.

  He put down the lid of the food box, supported Gu Jiao's head with his hand, and slowly stood up, wrapped his arms around her back and knees, and gently hugged her onto the small bed to accompany her.

  Her energy is as vigorous as Little Clearance. She rarely gets tired like this. She has been lightly touched by her mouth, but the fight with Han Ye is definitely not that simple.

  Xiao Heng gently rolled up her sleeves, and he really saw the hideous wound.

  One, two, three.

  She just stood on the operating table with her swollen feet and raised the scalpel with her scarred arms.

  Xiao Heng's eye sockets are slightly hot, and there is a burst of bulging in the chest cavity.

  Probably only at this time, his eyes dared to show undisguised emotions.

  He stopped standing behind, watching the people around him get hurt one by one.

  Since you can't stay out of the whirlpool, let the Han family, the prince...all those who want to trample them...get in together!

   "How old is the emperor's grandson?"

   "Nineteen."

  "Do you know the specific birthday?"

   "It seems to be the twelfth lunar month."

   "It's such a coincidence, my birthday is also the twelfth lunar month, it's New Year's Eve."

  Xiao Heng sat quietly at the table, looking at the portrait brought from the library.

  Afterwards, he studied ink, silently picked up the brush at hand and dipped a drop of ink.

  ……

   "Your Majesty!"

  A carriage stopped at the gate of the Hall of National Teachers, and the disciples of the Hall of National Teachers hurried forward to salute.

  The monarch led the four-year-old princess off the carriage.

  Zhang Dequan accompanied him.

  Guojun pointed to the towering gate in front of him, and said, "This is the Palace of the National Masters you are coming to."

  Little princess: "Wow!"

  The monarch hummed: "Wow, it's not as big as a palace."

   "That still has to wow!"

  She is a child with a sense of ritual.

  After getting out of the carriage, the monarch released the hand of the little princess and let Xiaodouding go by himself.

  His steps are larger than usual, and Xiaodouding is struggling to chase.

  The monarch went straight to the Kylin Temple.

  As soon as I arrived at the door, I ran into the prince and his party.

  A group of people means that there are the prince, the guards of the prince’s mansion, and several servants holding the brocade box.

  Mingjun Wang did not come, because he was banned by the monarch.

  When the prince saw the monarch, he bowed respectfully: "Father!"

  The little princess greeted politely: "Cousin Prince."

  The prince smiled peacefully and said, "Xiaoxue is also here."

  The little princess nodded: "Well, I'll come and play!"

  "What are you here for?" the monarch asked the prince.

  The prince said: "If you return to the father, I will visit the third sister."

  The king's face sank, and he said to the prince: "Who told you that she is still your sister?"

  The prince hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Father, let his anger go! My sons and ministers lost words for a while, and I hope my father will forgive him."

   "Huh." The monarch coldly entered the lobby of the Qilin Temple and walked to the corridor on the right.

  The prince respectfully followed the monarch’s side, a little half a step behind the monarch, and while walking, he said casually, “The son of the minister just received the news, Han Ye, he... has an accident.”

  The king said calmly: "What can happen to him? He is still in the palace this morning."

  The prince said calmly: "It was something that happened after leaving the palace. On the way back to the palace, he was conspired by someone, and his feet were seriously injured. The assassin has not been whereabouts yet—"

  Before speaking, the monarch pushed aside the wing room where Shangguanyan was resting.

  A few people saw a long, clear figure sitting by the bed.

  Wearing a plain white gown, with silky green silk like ink, he picked a finger and fixed it behind his head with a white hairband.

  The breeze blew, blowing his hair band and blue silk, slowly exuding an ink painting-like book fragrance, but also faintly revealing a hint of royal nobility.

  "Who are you?" the prince frowned.

  The opponent stood up and turned around without rush.

   An ominous premonition suddenly surged in the heart of the prince.

  Can't make him turn around! Can't!

Do not--

  Unfortunately, it's too late.

  He not only turned around, but also revealed the face almost identical to the boy in the portrait.

  Ruifeng's eyes, a mole with tears.

  The nineteen-year-old handsome face has a hint of clean youth.

  The prince changed color suddenly!

  The monarch looked at Xiao Heng in a daze, and walked towards him step by step.

  (End of this chapter)