The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 725 Revealing one's background

In the study room of the Hall of Central Harmony, the monarch is reviewing a mountain of memorials.

The monarch is a tyrant and a madman, but he is not too slack on the road of diligent governance.

Zhang Dequan is not here, he has gone to the National Teacher Hall, and by his side is Zhang Dequan's godson, also surnamed Zhang, who is eccentric, and everyone in the palace calls him Xiao Zhangzi.

Xiao Zhangzi imitated his godfather's way of serving the monarch in a dignified manner, playing the fan when it was time to play, adding tea when it was time to refill it, and never talking too much.

However, when Xiao Zhangzi was playing the fan halfway, the monarch suddenly said in a deep voice: "Back off!"

Xiao Zhangzi trembled in fright!

What's wrong, Your Majesty?

Didn't you take good care of yourself?

The monarch said coldly: "Call Zhang Dequan!"

"Yes!"

"Wait!"

"His Majesty."

"never mind."

Forget it, which one is it?

Forget it, let's go, or forget it and don't go?

Serving His Majesty is really not a job that ordinary people can do. If his godfather were here, he would definitely understand what His Majesty meant, but he didn't!

The monarch doesn't know how many annoying little eunuchs have been killed, will he also end up with no bones left?

Oh, hey, if I knew I wouldn't flatter my godfather, I wouldn't ask for such an errand!

"Your Majesty, Captain Guan is asking to see you." Outside the door, a young eunuch reported.

"Come in." The monarch said, frowned and glanced at Xiao Zhangzi, "play the fan."

Feeling relieved, Xiao Zhangzi grabbed his fan and continued to fan the king.

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

Wang Xu cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, I went to the forest where they encountered the assassin, and found no useful clues. The people from the Captain's Mansion were going to arrest the medicine boy for questioning, but they were arrested by the National Teacher Hall. People stopped."

The monarch snorted coldly: "Go to the National Teacher Hall to get someone, you are very courageous."

Wang Xu lowered his head: "This subordinate knows his mistake."

Although the Duwei Mansion is His Majesty's confidant, it is still not as good as the National Teacher Hall in terms of the status of the court.

There was nothing wrong with arresting the drug boy for interrogation, the fault was that he wanted to arrest him from the National Teacher Hall.

Where does this put the face of the National Teacher Hall?

In fact, if the ex-wife was not waiting for surgery,

The boy 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 cupped his hands, "I will retire."

He came here now to test His Majesty's tone, whether he can allow himself to take someone from the National Teacher Hall.

It seems that the position of the National Teacher Hall in His Majesty's mind is still unshakable.

After Wang Xu left, the monarch continued to force himself to calm down and critique papers.

Suddenly, a little Douding was poking outside the door, poking around.

He seemed to want to come in, but was a little hesitant.

When the monarch came over, she shrank her little head back.

The monarch said lightly: "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 have fun with the monarch as usual, she stood politely (heart) and politely (empty) opposite the desk, wishing that the monarch would never be able to spank her little butt.

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

"School is already over." The little princess said.

"Is there something wrong?" the king asked.

"I..." The little princess met her little finger, her eyes were rolling, "I want to go outside the palace."

The little princess didn't know about Shangguan Yan, no one would tell such a thing to a child, and no one would dare to chew any tongue in front of her.

Therefore, she didn't know that the monarch had something on his mind.

The monarch's face is as stinky as ever, but he is so stinky when he has nothing to worry about, the little princess is used to it.

Monarch: "Where do you want to go?"

The little princess: "National Teacher Hall."

Monarch: "What are you going to do in the National Teacher Hall?"

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

She lost Uncle His Majesty's thrush, and when she heard that the national teacher is omnipotent, she wanted to ask him to help create an identical thrush, so that she wouldn't have to lie and say that she lent the thrush to a classmate up.

The little princess chirped and said, "Uncle Your Majesty, why don't you take me there."

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

The host of Xiaojun said wisely: "Let Eunuch Zhang take me there."

Xiao Zhangzi was taken aback.

The monarch said: "Zhang Dequan is not here."

Xiaojun advocated the mouth.

The monarch blocked her retreat in a second: "Others can't."

The little princess closed her mouth.

The monarch thought that Xiao Douding would use her invincible crying attack, but he didn't.

The little princess drooped her little head, drooped her little arms, and walked away very sadly.

monarch:"……"

Don't you struggle?

...

National Teacher Hall.

Zhang Dequan wandered in the corridor countless times, he felt that the soles of his shoes were worn through.

He looked at the iron gate held by the two dead men, and said anxiously: "It's been more than an hour, why haven't you come out yet? Could it be that the treatment is not going well?"

The back of his hand clapped his palms, "What can I do? What can I do?"

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

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

But what Gu Jiao did was minimally invasive percutaneous surgery, so a special rod inserter had to be inserted from the tail rod covering the pedicle screw, and then traverse the slot hole of each nail.

This is a subcutaneous puncture, the hole is only so big, Gu Jiao's hand can't shake at all, otherwise it won't be able to penetrate.

Master Guoshi looked at Gu Jiao without blinking.

Fortunately, Gu Jiao's hand was extremely steady.

"Cap off." Gu Jiao said.

Master Guoshi handed the cap to Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao first tightened the cap on the side without the rod holder, then took out the rod holder on the other side, and lifted the cap on the other side.

The last thing is to disassemble the tail rod and suture the wound.

Gu Jiao took out the protein thread and sutured Shangguan Yan intradermally, so that the stitches would not need to be removed, and it would look more beautiful after recovery. The only thing was that it was more difficult than external suturing.

"You care about her very much." The National Teacher said.

"It's okay." Gu Jiao said.

While packing up the medical consumables with Gu Jiao, the National Teacher asked, "How is your brother recovering?"

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

When Gu Jiao introduced her to Master Guoshi, she said that she was her friend, but during the operation, Gu Yan had already called her sister, so Gu Jiao simply did not hide it.

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

After the operation was completed, Master Guoshi called an experienced disciple over, and sent him to the wing room with a stretcher specially used for the National Teacher Hall.

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

The national teacher is not bad.

Seeing that Shangguan Yan was pushed out, Zhang Dequan rushed up and asked, "Is the former empress okay?"

Master Guoshi glanced at Gu Jiao and said, "Thanks to Dr. Xiao, the operation was a success."

"Ah." Zhang Dequan looked at Gu Jiao in astonishment. He really didn't expect this young man's medical skills to be so good. He didn't understand the difficulty of the operation. He might be called a "doctor" by the national teacher. Xiao Liulang was the first indivual.

"Thank you, Doctor Xiao." Zhang Dequan also changed his words, "I will report your contribution to the king."

Gu Jiao handed him a list directly.

Zhang Dequan was taken aback: "This is—"

Gu Jiao: "Consultation money, medicine money, let your monarch pay, no credit is allowed."

Zhang Dequan: "..."

The Master of the State Teacher still had to deal with the general affairs in the palace, so he left first, and asked Yu He to come over before leaving.

Gu Jiao entered the house carrying a small medicine box.

The other two disciples put Shangguan Yan on the bed and retreated.

Gu Jiao's operation lasted from noon until the afternoon. The weather was a bit hot, but fortunately the room was well ventilated, and the breeze was blowing. The scent of bamboo in the yard blew in, which made people not so dry.

Shangguan Yan used general anesthesia for the operation, and the anesthetic hadn't worn off yet, so she slept soundly.

There was her small pannier on the table, but Xiao Heng was not there.

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

As soon as the words finished, Xiao Heng walked in carrying a medicine basket.

His expression is a little complicated.

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

It's not about Shangguan Yan, but about you.

It's not just about the one that hurts more.

Gu Jiaoyun said calmly: "I'm fine, she's fine too, the operation was a success."

"Would it be okay if the stitches are removed in a few days?" In Xiao Heng's impression, stitches are always removed in surgery, and usually heals after removal.

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

"Nails?" Xiao Heng's pupils shrank.

Gu Jiao said: "There are eight screws on her spine."

Xiao Heng's eyes turned cold, and his big palm was tightly pulled into a fist.

The back view of her earnestly digging the watermelon flashed in his mind, the way she held the watermelon and handed it to him in fear of being rejected by him, and the hurt and loneliness flashed 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 get better."

Xiao Heng grabbed Gu Jiao's hand, as if grasping the last ray of light and reason in the darkness.

His mood gradually calmed down.

"Well, she'll be fine."

He put the medicine basket on the table.

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

One was sprained and the other was scratched. It wasn't obvious at first, but after standing for a long time, both of their feet swelled up high, almost pushing their shoes apart.

"Let me see."

"Let me see."

The two spoke in unison again.

Gu Jiao bent the corners of her lips and said, "It's okay, I took the medicine."

"I wiped it too." Xiao Heng said.

Having said that, the two still insisted on seeing each other's troubles.

Although Gu Jiao's foot was frighteningly swollen, it was not serious. Xiao Heng's wound was deeper. Gu Jiao reapplied medicine and bandaged him up again.

Gu Jiao put the gauze and scissors away.

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

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

Otherwise, he would definitely die under Gu Changqing's sword.

Of course, Han Ye shouldn't be too happy, Gu Changqing severed two of his hamstrings with a sword, and even if he didn't die, he would be half useless.

"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 eldest disciple of the National Teacher Hall, just came over and said that it was the medicine that the National Teacher prepared for you."

"Huh? I haven't asked him for herbs before." Gu Jiao carried the medicine basket to her lap and flipped through it casually, "It's not a very necessary medicine, so I don't need it."

It seems that Ye Qing's delivery of medicine was fake, but it was real to send him the news.

Is it his own intention, or the instruction of the national teacher?

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

He also specially let him see the portrait of the emperor's eldest grandson.

If he was really just an ordinary drug boy, the national teacher would not do this.

But I obviously changed my face, 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 can be counted as destiny?

Boom boom boom.

There was a knock on the door.

"I'm Yu He, a disciple of the National Master Hall. Is Mr. Xiao there? I asked the kitchen to make some food 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, Mr. Xiao can call me anytime you need anything."

"Okay." Gu Jiao said.

Yu He looked at the two big men holding hands tightly, opened his mouth, turned around and walked out without saying anything.

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

Xiao Heng has no appetite.

But thinking that Gu Jiao hadn't eaten all day, he asked, "Are you hungry?"

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

Xiao Heng asked softly: "Are you tired?"

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

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

Gu Jiao: "Okay."

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

Xiao Heng felt distressed and sad for a while.

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

Her energy is as strong as Xiaoqingkong, she is rarely so tired, she said it lightly, but the fight with Han Ye is bound to be not that simple.

Xiao Heng gently rolled up her sleeves, and 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 eyes were slightly hot, and his chest was swollen.

Probably only at such times did his eyes dare to reveal undisguised emotions.

He stopped standing behind and watched the people around him get hurt one by one.

Since you can't stay out of the vortex, let the Han family, the prince...all those who want to step on them... get involved together!

"How old is the emperor's grandson?"

"nineteen."

"Do you know the exact birthday?"

"It seems to be the twelfth lunar month."

"What a coincidence, my birthday is also the twelfth lunar month, which is New Year's Eve."

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

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

...

"His Majesty!"

A carriage stopped at the entrance of the National Teacher Hall, and the disciples of the National Teacher Hall rushed forward to salute.

The monarch led the four-year-old princess out of the carriage.

Zhang Dequan accompanied him.

The monarch pointed to the majestic gate in front of him and said, "This is the National Teacher Hall you want to come to."

Little Princess: "Wow!"

The monarch snorted, "Wow, it's not as big as the imperial palace."

"That's still going to be wow!"

She is a child with a sense of ritual.

After the monarch got off the carriage, he let go of the little princess's hand and let Xiao Douding go by himself.

His strides were wider than usual, and Xiao Douding had some difficulty chasing him.

The monarch went straight to the Qilin Hall.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he met 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 brocade boxes.

King Ming did not come because he was restrained by the king.

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

The little princess greeted politely: "Cousin of the prince."

The prince smiled kindly and said, "Xiaoxue is here too."

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

"What are you doing here?" the king asked the prince.

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

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

The prince hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Father, calm down! My son made a mistake for a while, I hope my father will forgive me."

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

The prince respectfully followed the monarch, half a step behind the monarch, and said casually as he walked, "I just received the news that something happened to Han Ye..."

The monarch said lightly: "What could happen to him? He was still in the palace this morning."

The prince said calmly: "It happened after leaving the palace. On the way back to the mansion, he was plotted against by someone and his feet were seriously injured. The assassin's whereabouts are still unknown—"

Before the words were finished, the monarch pushed away Shangguan Yan's resting room.

Several people saw a tall and clear figure sitting by the bed.

Wearing a plain white gown, black silk like ink, he picked out a finger and fixed it behind his head with a white hair band.

The breeze blew past, blowing his hairband and blue silk, and gradually exuded a scholarly temperament like an ink painting, but also faintly revealing a trace of royal nobility.

"Who are you?" the Prince asked, frowning.

The other party stood up and turned around unhurriedly.

An ominous premonition suddenly surged in the prince's heart.

Can't make him turn around! cannot!

Do not--

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Not only did he turn around, but he also showed a face that was almost exactly the same as the boy in the portrait.

Ruifeng eyes, tear mole.

The nineteen-year-old handsome face has a clean youthful air.

The prince suddenly changed color!

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