Blue Book Tribulation Phoenix

Chapter 42

Seeing that Qingshu was stuck by the candied fruit, Wuji quickly patted him on the back and helped him spit it out.

"Cough cough."

Qing Shu, who had already unlocked his acupoints, shrank back vigilantly, and Wuji coaxed him: "I just apply medicine to you, and I won't do anything else, at least not now. But if you refuse to separate your legs, I'm afraid I will hurt you.

What he said didn't sound like a threat, and the injury behind him was really serious.

Qingshu knew how good Wuji's medical skills are, he hesitated for a moment, and slowly separated his legs, even though he was careful, he still pulled the muscles, and the slightly scabbed wounds burst open again.

Wuji looked at it, and it seemed that the swelling was getting worse.He stuck his finger in and dug lightly, Qing Shu frowned in pain, panting and said: "You, you lied to me!"

Wuji stopped what he was doing: "It's always been others who lied to me. Whenever I have lied to others, I won't lie to you. If I say I won't do anything today, I won't do it. Relax, I just put Get out what was left in it last night, or you won’t feel well. Staying in it will easily cause you to have a stomachache.”

After explaining to him, Wuji continued to do his own thing, slowly getting those things out.Qing Shu gritted his teeth and stood up, not letting himself cry out, martial arts practitioners have suffered no matter how hard they are, so he can bear it to such a degree.

Fortunately, there were not many things left in it, Wuji saw that almost all of them had come out, so he wiped his hands with a sweat towel, and then took out the prepared wound medicine from his bosom.

He opened one of the porcelain boxes, and immediately the room was filled with a light herbal fragrance.No matter how good the medicinal materials are for Qingshu, Wuji will not feel distressed, even if it is such an ointment made of such expensive and hard-to-find medicinal materials.He dug a big piece with his index finger, then pushed it into Qingshu's back hole, spreading it evenly from the outside to the inside.

After applying the ointment to all the internal wounds, Wuji took out a thumb-sized jade plug and blocked Qingshu's acupuncture point.

The inside was already excruciatingly painful, but being touched by Wuji back and forth and the hard object suddenly inserted was even more so painful that Qingshu was sweating profusely.

Qingshu tried to reach out to take out the jade bolt, but Wuji stopped his movement.

"Just put that thing there, don't touch it, lest the ointment drip out."

Qingshu put his hand back, Wuji wiped his sweat, and pulled up the dragon robe covering his body.

"The medicine has been applied, and the pain will probably stop at night. I will come to see you tomorrow."

Qing Shu closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but he wished Wuji would not come again, every time he saw him, it was like a mockery, Qing Shu would rather let him let him die of old age here.

Wuji expected his reaction like this, went out and locked the prison door, turned and left.

"Tap, tap" The sound of footsteps in the dungeon disappeared, replaced by the sound of prison envoys yelling and drinking.

The medicine left in the body took effect quickly, and the pain gradually eased. I don't know if it was added with tranquilizing medicine or something. Qing Shu only felt that he was very sleepy, and gradually couldn't open his eyes.

The remaining bit of lamp oil was exhausted, flickering, and the sporadic light disappeared, and the cell fell into silent darkness.

After helping Qingshu deal with his injuries, Wuji felt relieved a lot. The memorials from the morning were piled up there, and he calmed down and reviewed them one by one.

Time passed slowly, Shang Ding reminded him: "Your Majesty, take a rest, it's time for you to have dinner."

Dinner, yes, Qing Shu has not eaten for a day.Wuji intends to eat with Qing Shu, but thinking that Qing Shu can't eat at all now, he dismisses this idea.

Wuji added annotations to the last memorial and put the brush back.After thinking about it, I should bring some soup to Qing Shu tomorrow.As for today, since Qing Shu can't eat, it's good to go hungry with him.

Wuji said to Shang Ding, "Go and inform the imperial dining room that there is no need to prepare dinner. I don't want to eat today."

Shang Ding took the order and asked the little eunuch to pass on the message.

The business was over, and it was getting late, Shang Ding took care of Wuji and went back to the bedroom to rest.On the way, Wuji asked him, "You are an old man in the palace. Apart from my bedroom, which palace is the best built?"

Shang Ding thought for a while: "If you go back to the emperor, it will naturally be the Qingyun Palace in Kunning Palace. It has always been the place where the queen or the most beloved concubine of the emperor lived. Excellent."

Wuji twirled the white jade finger: "Take someone to clean it up, but don't make it public. The things that need to be added and replaced can be seen by yourself, and you can go to the treasure pavilion to pick some rare things and put them in there."

"Yes, please excuse my slave's talkativeness. Do you want to pick some maids and eunuchs to serve?"

"That's unnecessary, I will personally choose the person to serve."

Ever since Emperor Yuan Shun led people away, no one has lived in Qingyun Palace for more than half a year.Exiting the bedroom, Shang Ding was thinking about how to rest there.

Better clothes, Wuji asked all the maids and eunuchs who served him to withdraw, the habit of martial arts practitioners developed over the years, except for Qingshu, he didn't like to have other people around when he was sleeping.Although the bedding has been replaced, the images of last night are replaying in Wuji's mind.

He licked his lower lip, reminiscing about the sweet taste of Qingshu.After drinking the warm milk wine, Wuji fell asleep soundly.

The emperor went to bed, and after a busy day, the whole palace fell silent.

The patter, the rainwater hitting the glazed tiles made a pleasant sound. After a night of spring rain, the air became much fresher.

Waking up refreshed early in the morning, Wuji changed his clothes step by step and went to court to deal with political affairs.Running to the dungeon all the time is not an option, he made up his mind to take Qingshu in as soon as Qingyun Palace is cleaned up.

In the past few days, Qingshu was wronged to stay in the dungeon, firstly to avoid people's eyes and ears, and secondly, it was also a warning, which made him afraid of himself in the future, and did not dare to do anything wrong.

The ministers only felt that the emperor had been in a good mood these two days. Although they didn't know the reason, they all wondered if something good happened in the palace.

Wuji discussed matters with the ministers, and Shang Ding took Shangcai and other eunuchs and maids to clean up Qingyun Palace.Although Qingyun Hall is a sleeping hall, there is no reason to only take care of this one hall, and it is necessary to assign manpower to clean up the entire Kunning Palace.

Other things can be done by the eunuchs under him, but there is one thing that must be done by Shang Ding himself.

"Godfather, everyone is busy tidying up Qingyun Palace, why are you bringing me to Zhenbao Pavilion?"

After handing over the emperor's letter to the guard, the door of Zhenbao Pavilion opened.

After entering the room, after closing the door, Shang Ding answered Shang Cai's confusion.

"The emperor ordered me to pick some rare and rare objects and put them in Qingyun Hall. This matter must be done to the emperor's satisfaction. How can I rest assured if I leave it to other people?"

The things in the Treasure Pavilion are arranged in different categories, so it is easy to find them.

Shang Ding looked at the classification marks and found what he wanted.

"Where is my answer? It turned out to be placed here, no wonder I didn't see it."

While talking, Shang Ding opened several boxes placed in the corner against the wall, two of which contained what he was looking for.One box was full of flawless Lantian precious jade, while the other box was full of egg-sized night pearls that were about to overflow.

"What about the burden I asked you to carry?"

Shang Cai untied the wooden boxes lined with brocade on both ends of the burden.Shang Ding rummaged carefully, picked out a few pieces of jade and a few luminous pearls, and put them carefully in the box.

"Godfather, the emperor asked you to choose rare items, how can you directly present this unpolished item?"

Shang Ding glanced at him: "You are more than loyal, but you are not very strong enough. Let me ask you, who is this Qingyun Palace for?"

Shang Cai said respectfully: "This son knows, so naturally he lives for the empress."

"Then let me ask you again, there are countless treasures in Qingyun Palace, why did the emperor ask me to find some rare things to put in there?"

Shang Cai couldn't figure it out: "This--son doesn't know."

Shang Ding shook his head: "So you have a lot to learn. What the emperor wants is naturally the playthings used to spoil his wife. Those things are so old that they are naturally rebuilt by the skilled craftsmen of the Sigong Bureau. Wait a minute You still have to go to the library and the pharmacy with me to get some blueprints, miscellaneous books, and secret medicines, and prepare them for the emperor, in case he will use them. To be a slave, you must think about everything and do it well. To please the master."

Shangcai hung the wooden box filled with things back to both ends of the pole and carried it on his shoulders.

"Yes, the son is educated and will remember his godfather's words well."

These people are busy, and Wuji is not idle.He ordered the imperial dining room to prepare a nourishing medicinal meal, and brought it to Qingshu himself.

Qing Shu had been awake for a long time, some time the prison envoy came in to add oil to the oil lamp, and it struggled to light up again.I can neither move nor fall asleep, so I can lie in a daze like that.

In this way, wait until Wuji comes in.He put the food box on the table, and after feeding Qing Shu the Shixiang Ruanjin powder, he loosened Qing Shu's handcuffs.

"I have already issued an order, and I will not handcuff you in the future. Brother has been unable to get out of bed, do you want, cough, do you want to go first for convenience."

After being told by Wuji, Qing Shu realized what the soreness in his abdomen was, but the last thing he wanted to do now was to take off his pants in front of Wuji.

Wuji said very considerately: "I turn my back, the toilet should be in the corner of the wall, brother, just make it convenient for you."

"Crash"

Probably because he held it in for too long, the sound stopped after a while.

Qing Shu tidied up his clothes and walked to the table, Wuji looked at him, feeling a little "hungry" again.

"Brother, is your injury healed?"

Qing Shu shook his head, Wuji opened the food box sadly, because he was too anxious.

"There is no water in this cell, brother, use this wine to wash your hands."

Qing Shu smelled the aroma of the soup, and his stomach rumbled.

Wuji helped him wash his hands, and pulled him to sit down.

"Senior brother, this is the medicinal food made by the Imperial Dining Room, it is very nourishing to the body. Would you like to try it?"

For Qing Shu, the only way to escape is to live, so he sat down obediently.Stir it with a spoon and taste it.

"How about it? If the saltiness is not suitable, I'll ask them to make a new one right away."

Qing Shu drank it sip by sip until the hunger in his belly was less intense before he said: "It's delicious, but it's not as good as what you made."

Wuji happily held his hand: "You still remember! If you like it, I will make soup for you tomorrow."

Qingshu withdrew his hand from him, he was just telling the truth, and didn't want to make Wuji misunderstand anything.He said flatly, "No need, it's just a bowl of soup."

Looking at the emptiness in his hand, Wuji felt a little stuffy in his chest, and he was so foolishly happy again.

He put the porcelain bottle of wound medicine on the table. "This is wound medicine, you can apply it yourself. Food and drink will be brought to you every day, and I will come to see you in two days."

Qingshu stretched out his hand: "When will you let me go?" Wuji walked to the door and glanced at him, somewhat mocking, not sure if it was for himself or for him. w,, the only answer to Qingshu is "Midang"-the echo of the locked cell door in the dungeon.