Blue Book Tribulation Phoenix

Chapter 41

The old servant Shang Ding who was waiting outside was a little surprised that Wuji would come out so soon.

"Your Majesty, the interrogation is over?"

Wuji didn't answer his question, and directly changed direction.

"I'm going to the imperial hospital, you don't have to follow, take those people and wait for my order outside my bedroom."

"Yes."

The many years in the palace had taught Shang Ding that if he wanted to keep his head safely on his neck, he had to do less talking and more action, and the most important thing was never to try to fully guess the emperor's intentions.

In order to save time, Wuji simply used lightness skills and left everyone behind.

The imperial hospital was full of medicinal materials, and Wuji quickly found what he needed, weighed them one by one, wrapped them in a paper bag, and then ordered the most reliable old imperial doctor to come.He handed the medicine to the old doctor, and ordered him to decoct the medicine himself, boiled three bowls of water into one bowl, and brought it to himself.

The imperial physician hurried down to prepare with the medicine, Wuji had other things to do.

After he returned to his bedroom, he unlocked the bedside brocade box.In that box were the special wound medicine and antidote that he had prepared, which were originally just in case, but it was just right to use them at this time.Picking out a few of them and putting them in his arms, Wuji locked the brocade box again.

"Shang Ding!"

"The slave is here."

The old palace slave who came back after rushing all the way replied out of breath.

As an emperor, it is not very elegant to go to the imperial hospital again and again just for a bowl of soup.That's why Wuji planned to let this cautious and loyal old palace man handle this matter instead of him.

"Go to the imperial hospital and see how the medicine is boiled, and bring it to me when it is ready. Be careful on the way, don't spill it, and don't let it get cold. Go."

"The slave obeys the order."

These father-in-laws in the palace are all poor people who gave up their lives just to make a living. In the palace, they have no father, no mother, no brothers and no sisters, and they all depend on each other to take care of each other.If there is a chance, you will recognize your godbrother and godfather. At least someone will help you, so you won't be bullied alone.Gradually, it has become a customary love for the young eunuch who has just entered the palace to recognize the old palace man as his godfather.

Shang Ding took the decree and exited the emperor's bedroom, and took a short breath outside the door to let himself relax.The godson Shangcai who is by his side doesn't look like he has no blood relationship with him, but he is extremely sensible and filial.

"Godfather, why don't you find a place to rest, and I'll fetch the medicine for you. It's just a bowl of medicinal soup, it's only a few hundred meters away, nothing can go wrong, I'll go for my son."

Shang Ding slapped him, which stunned him.

"Don't blame dad for beating you, dad is doing it for your own good! Remember, who is the biggest person in this world? It's the emperor! His eloquent words, even if we people are exhausted, we can't change it." Half a point. This palace is not a place where you can fish in troubled waters, and you must never think like this again in the future."

Shangcai's tears were wandering in his eye sockets, and Shang Ding said as he walked, "Okay, you can go with me. You should learn how those people in the Tongtai Hospital manage their relationship. In this palace, where are you?" We can't offend a game or a court. Otherwise, if someone makes a trip secretly, it will be enough for us to eat a pot."

When he arrived at the place, the Chief Steward of Tai Hospital greeted him. "Eunuch Shang is a rare visitor. I just received a batch of high-quality ginseng here, and I left your share early."

Shang Ding said politely: "The feeling is, please worry about it. I am not here for trivial matters. The emperor ordered the miscellaneous family to see if the medicine just cooked is ready?"

"Not yet. Didn't you see Imperial Physician Gong concentrating on watching the fire? We don't have any concubines in this palace. Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, so why come to dispense the medicine himself?"

Shang Ding corrected his tone: "You and I are ministers and slaves, just concentrate on doing our own things well, and it's better not to inquire about other things."

The steward said in a panic: "Eunuch Shang, you have misunderstood me. Anyone in this palace who has a serious illness or a minor disaster will be seen by the imperial hospital. I am afraid that some of the palace ladies will catch the emperor's eyes. If the time comes, I will be neglected." Not worth it."

Just like what the steward said, if the palace servants are sick, they have to be pointed at them, so these imperial physicians cannot be offended.Shang Ding thought for a while and said: "It's not that there is nothing wrong with the maid, but it is an important prisoner, and there are too many miscellaneous family members who can't disclose it."

Only then did the steward breathe a sigh of relief: "I'm relieved when you say that. If there is any news from the emperor, please remind me."

The two of them were chattering on one side, and the medicine on the other side was almost finished.

Shang Ding poured the medicinal soup into a thin porcelain sea bowl, covered it, and put it in a food box, and put a brocade quilted cover on the outside to prevent the medicinal soup from cooling down.Shang Ding took these and returned to the bedroom with Shang Cai and other eunuchs.

Knowing that Wuji was anxious to wait, Shang Ding quickened his pace, but the hand holding the food box was very steady, and the medicine bowl did not shake at all.

Sure enough, Wuji became a little impatient. He paced back and forth in the bedroom. The carpet in the bedroom had been replaced. The new carpet was still deep scarlet, but a pair of phoenixes were stabbed on it with gold thread. Lingering clouds.

"Your Majesty, the medicine has been brought."

Mowgli found the food box, opened it and smelled it, there was no problem.

After repacking, he said to Shang Ding: "I can go by myself, you have run a lot today, go down and rest."

"Thank you, Your Majesty—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Wuji had already disappeared with the food box.

Seeing the emperor coming again, the prison emissaries were a little panicked and hurriedly hid the wine bottle.Wuji didn't come to investigate the post, so he ignored these people at all.After taking the key, he went straight to the innermost cell.

What Wuji said before he left made Qingshu dare not fall asleep at all, waiting half-drowsy, every slight sound in the room would wake him up.

Waking up again, he turned his head to look at the mouse gnawing on a centipede on the ground, and closed his eyes.

At this moment, he was thinking a thousand times: "What do I look like when I'm silent like a cicada? The majestic third generation disciple of Wudang, the jade-faced Mengchang in the Jianghu, is now being shackled by iron chains, and has become a picture of Wuji's prisoner. Absurd, absurd , A small mouse can scare me. God, heaven! What heinous thing did I, Song Qingshu, do in my previous life, and you want to torture me like this?!"

Gritting his silver teeth and swallowing it in his stomach, although Qing Shu could do nothing, he also didn't want to shed a single tear to make Wuji laugh at him.Knowing that there is no way to escape this catastrophe, Qing Shu feels somewhat relieved.

One thing he miscalculated, he thought that what Wuji did to him was just a novelty, and he would let himself go or kill himself after a while, but—oh, how could Wuji be satisfied, He has been hungry and thirsty for too long, too long, and there is a deep well that cannot be reached in his heart, which is dry and cold.

"Click"

This time the voice came from outside, Qing Shu tried his best to raise his body up a bit, at least he knew who the person was coming earlier, so he could be prepared.

Sure enough, it was Wuji, Qing Shu looked around, there was nothing that could make him break free, and there was nothing that could be used as a weapon.The black hair was scattered like a waterfall, and the hairpin was used as a concealed weapon last night, and besides the dragon robe that Wuji put on him, there was nothing else to cover him.

The voice gradually approached, and with the arrival of Wuji, Qing Shu was so nervous that his heart speeded up.Even though he didn't want to admit it, his body was still frightened.I want to close my legs tightly, but even a slight movement now makes it extremely painful.He didn't dare to move anymore, he just prayed that Wuji could still have a trace of humanity, and not continue to inflict such unspeakable torture on himself.

Wuji came back again, the oil in the oil lamp was about to burn out, and the light was even dimmer than when he came in last time.

Wuji tapped Qingshu's acupuncture points, and then undid his handcuffs again.The medicine bowl was brought out, the medicine soup was still steaming, Wuji blew on it, opened Qing Shu's mouth, and fed him a sip.

Although Qing Shu couldn't move, at least he was still awake.Although the medicinal soup was poured into his mouth, he didn't swallow it obediently, and sprayed it directly on Wuji's face.

Wuji wiped his face with a sweat towel, still supported Qingshu's head, trying to make him drink the medicine, although he didn't spray it on his face again, but Qingshu spit out the medicine again.

Wuji put the medicine bowl aside, wiped Qing Shu's mouth carefully, wiped off the medicine juice, and then slapped him with his backhand.Qing Shu fell on the haystack in pain, his left cheek was red and swollen.

Wuji turned his wrist, his voice was like hot iron cooled by the rainstorm.

"This medicine is good for you, drink it quickly, your body temperature is already very high, I won't watch you burn yourself to death with a high fever. Don't force me to pour it down for you with a funnel, remember Wait, I don't allow you to hurt yourself, the only one who can hurt you is me."

Bringing the medicine bowl to his mouth again, Wuji and Qingshu looked at each other, Qingshu's anger was no match for Wuji's ruthlessness, he finally opened his mouth obediently, swallowing the cold blood one by one. Swallow the medicine soup.

When the medicine bowl was bottomed out, Wuji took out the candied fruit he put in from the food box, and picked out a piece of preserved apricot for Qingshu to eat, to get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth.

When he finished eating, Wuji smiled and patted Qing Shu's head, as if feeding a pet, and he picked another piece of preserved peach for Qing Shu to suck.

No matter how sweet the candied fruit in his mouth was, it couldn't relieve the pain in his heart. With the candied peach in his mouth, Qing Shu couldn't figure out whether he should swallow it or spit it out.

Just as he was thinking, Wuji helped him to lie down slowly.

"Could it be that he is leaving after drinking the medicine for me?" Qing Shu was a little joyful and surprised.

But what Wuji said surprised him so much that he swallowed the preserved peach all at once, almost knocking himself down. "Lie down, I will untie your acupoints. As long as you obey, I will not hurt you. Brother, you can separate your legs yourself.