Chapter 24: The doctor

After Prince Jing plotted to rebel in Kyoto, he became increasingly silent. Apart from crying for the whole country, he never entered the palace again, and part-time flower farmer never appeared in front of the ministers. The palace became the quietest place in Kyoto, and the door was only open to a few people, including Fan Xian.

Fan Xian leaned his head and put his finger on Prince Jing's wrist, frowned slightly, and after a while, he let go of his fingers. After thinking for a while, he said, "The wind and cold that was stained two years ago has been cured long ago, but the pulse is always inappropriate, but I can't explain what is wrong."

Prince Jing glared at the eyes and said, "It's inappropriate. What can that old guy who followed Fei Jie learn? Get out of here, there is no need to use the ready-made famous doctor Aoyama, what are you doing here?"

The famous doctor in Qingshan naturally refers to Fan Ruoru. After Ruoru entered the mansion today, she seemed particularly quiet because she really didn't know how to face Prince Jing. At this time, when she heard this, Wan'er smiled and looked at him again. She knew that she could not escape. She stepped forward and blessed her blessings, and then looked at her pulse seriously.

Fan Xian held back his laughter and went there. Prince Jing's body was under the care of him and the Imperial Hospital. Of course, there was no problem. He just had a scene with the prince before to relax.

But Prince Jing looked at Fan Ruoruo's comforting look, as if he saw Li Hongcheng getting married with the woman in front of him. His smile was very strange, which made Fan Ruoru relax. Fortunately, once Fan Ruoru treated the prince as a patient, his expression naturally rose. After a while, he frowned and said, "What's wrong? The prince is in excellent health."

"I look old, but I am actually in good health. Hongcheng is following me."

Prince Jing narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him and said, "Ruoruo, you are not young anymore. If you were in another family, you would have married long ago. That is, your brother was messing around and sent you out."

Speaking of this, Prince Jing glared at Fan Xian, and then said gently to Ruoruo: "We have to think about it."

Fan Ruoru's face suddenly turned pale. He turned around to see his brother, but he didn't know where the shameless Fan Xian had gone, leaving him alone here.

In another place in the royal palace, Lin Wan'er sat next to Fan Xian and whispered: "After returning home carefully, my sister tear your skin."

Fan Xian shrugged indifferently: "My sister never dares to yell at me, she doesn't look like you."

Lin Wan'er has now given birth to a son, and her biggest wish is solved. In addition, she is busy dealing with the Fan clan and the Hangzhou Association every day. She is so busy that she gradually develops a solemn and rich look, and her body becomes more plump.

But the princess was by Fan Xian’s side, but she would never be solemn. Hearing this, she gritted her teeth in anger, twisted her body, and said, “I only know how to stab me with words.”

"It's good to be a little bit lively. You're still a little girl, why bother pretending to be the mistress of the house?" Fan Xian laughed and said, "It's the one who used to cut his throat with a knife back then."

This was the old thing when Aoi crossed the wall and entered the house. Lin Wan'er heard him say it. She couldn't help but feel ashamed and forgot what she was going to say before. However, Fan Xian thought for a while and whispered in her ear: "I went to Dingzhou to meet Hongcheng. In the past two years, I have also sent someone to stare at him. Although he was playing in the flowers back then, he no longer looked like that. Do you think it is possible for him and Ruoru to do this?"

Lin Wan'er glanced at him and thought that only people like her husband in this world have so many strange ideas. Her sister is so old. He began to worry. What did she do back then?

"Didn't you say that if your sister doesn't want to, you'd rather she not marry?" She asked curiously with her big eyes, "Why have you changed your mind again? No wonder she left her with the prince."

Fan Xian said with a headache: "Of course I won't marry if I don't like it, but the question is where in this world I will find a better man than Hongcheng?"

Lin Wan'er was a little anxious for her sister-in-law when she heard this. She began to frown and think about it to see what other families are good in Kyoto, but after thinking about it, she thought about her sister-in-law's standards, and even the family couldn't find them.

The couple is extremely noble and intelligent in handling affairs, but they are a little silly in some aspects. No wonder they first met at Qing Temple, when they saw Mung Bean and met her. After thinking for a long time, they couldn't think of anything. Lin Wan'er gave up first and said, "If you don't marry, don't you marry. Are you still afraid that the mansion will not be able to support a girl?"

Listening to this, Fan Xian was very happy and thought that Wan'er was gradually changing under her influence and was about to escape from the feudal ideas of all evil.

The couple gathered in a corner of the hall and laughed and chatted. On the other side, Sisi and a few old maids were holding the child and talking with Princess Roujia. Roujia curiously hugged the baby and hugged it carefully. Looking at the baby's cute appearance, she couldn't help laughing. The laughter like a silver bell resounded throughout the hall. The scene was very happy and naturally friendly.

Upset by laughter, Fan Xian raised his head from Wan'er's ear, looked at Roujia, who was wearing a Chu red pomegranate skirt, and his eyes narrowed. It was obviously a kind of vulgar costume. When worn on the little princess, it made her look slightly more beautiful than her obedient temperament.

The little princess is no longer young. The twelve-year-old Xiao Roujia, who was shy and idly brother, had become a big girl. She is as obedient and charming as ever, and has a noble status. However, she serves the prince, respects the concubine, and treats the servants well. She has a very good reputation in Kyoto. I don’t know how many famous families look at the prince’s mansion and waits for the mansion to speak.

Roujia is seventeen years old this year, so it should have been decided to have a marriage. However, the emperor in the palace pity King Jing and his wife were alone in the mansion, so he delayed this matter for two years, but he could not always be dragged on. Prince Jing has a son and a daughter, Hongcheng is nearly thirty years old. However, he still refused to get married and hid in Dingzhou. This daughter must marry.

According to the rumors that Fan Xian heard, Roujia would be given a marriage in the harem after the New Year. According to Lao Dai, many Dukes' Mansions and ministers were already fighting in the palace, and they were all staring at this marriage.

Although there will be many inconveniences when marrying a princess and returning home, it will also affect its future, Roujia's reputation in Beijing is so good that no one cares about this. As for the future, Lord Xiao Fan also married a princess. Now it is different, is he unparalleled in power?

Everyone thought so, desperately walking through the paths of the empresses in the palace, and there were also some sharp-eyed and cunning people. When they thought of the relationship between Fan Xian and Prince Jing's mansion, and his weight in speaking in front of the empresses, they actually looked shameless to ask Fan Xian for help.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help but smile bitterly, looking at Roujia who was holding the child, and in a blink of an eye, Roujia was about to get married, and he had been in Beijing for five years. This change always made people a little at a loss without realizing it. Such a gentle and beautiful little princess, I don't know which family's children would be cheaper.

Roujia carefully hugged the young master and got together with Sisi, trying to distinguish the difference between Fan Xiaohua and Fan Liang's little faces.

I don’t know if it was because she was holding a baby and she thought of her marriage. The expression in her eyes was a little uneasy and confused. Although Sisi, a girl, who had been a mother for two years, was in charge of the affairs of the mansion with Wan'er, these things were not big or small, and they still did not change at all. She just came to Roujia's ear and said something.

Sisi's voice was extremely low. Princess Roujia's eyes became brighter and brighter, and she nodded repeatedly.

"This girl, I don't know what the hell is going to do." Lin Wan'er's sharp eyes saw this scene and reminded Fan Xian.

Fan Xian felt a little upset, and then watched Princess Roujia hand the child to the old lady, tidy up her skirt, and slowly walked over.

Roujia bowed deeply to him, half-squatted on the ground, and said softly: "Brother Xian."

It has been five years since. Whenever the face is flushed and shy, the gentle little princess said the three words Brother Xian, Fan Xian would be soft all over by Madi, and he wanted to run away quickly. He quickly helped him up and said, "Sister Roujia, how can this be done?"

The little princess refused to get up and said in a rare stubborn manner: "Brother Xian has to let me know something, otherwise my sister won't get up."

"We have to say it first, and then see if I can do it." Fan Xian looked at Sisi who was doing nothing there, and his heart skipped a beat, thinking that this matter must be troublesome.

Roujia looked a little embarrassed, her face turned red, and she said in a mosquito-like voice: "I will point my relatives in the harem after the New Year, and I hope my brother will make the decision."

Fan Xian was shocked and thought to himself how could he make the decision on such a thing? As if he guessed what he was thinking, Princess Roujia said: "Brother is Zhengqing of Taichang Temple, how can he not make the decision?"

Fan Xian felt bitter, thinking that the Taichang Temple Zhengqing was really not a human being. No matter whether the eldest prince takes the concubine or the princess gets married, he will have to waste his head!

As soon as he thought of this, he was extremely angry with Ren Shaoan. Originally, Ren Shaoan was his close friend and the most powerful support among the three temples in the court. However, the two years of the Grandmaster Battle in Dadongshan scared Lord Ren to the courage. Within half a year, he found another place to run away. As a result, he naturally handed over the position of Zhengqing of Taichang Temple to Fan Xian.

Fan Xian pondered for a moment and said in embarrassment: "You are the dignified princess, and the marriage is naturally a conversation in the palace. How can I interrupt?"

Roujia raised her face, her eyes turned red, and she said, "You have a way to get married to Ruoruo sister. Why can't Roujia do it? Brother Xian really has the heart to watch his sister get married?"

Another voice was Brother Xian, and the endless resentment in his eyes. Fan Xian didn't know what the little princess was thinking and complained secretly.

The two of them are cousins. Roujia gradually broke off this idea after she grew up. However, the girl's object when she first became a child, how could she easily erase her? Even though Roujia had no thoughts about Fan Xian, she still regarded him as the brother she could rely on, and was even closer than Hongcheng.

Fan Xian had no choice but to look at the tears that seemed to be hanging from Roujia's eyes. The cute expression of the little girl under the grape rack seemed to appear in front of her. Her heart softened, and she really couldn't bear to let the palace point out random marriages. She suddenly said: "Stop it. Let me leave this matter to me. I will pick out all the young people of the age in Beijing and let you choose it through the curtain!"

"If you can choose a concubine in the palace, I can also choose a good prince consort for you."

When he heard this, the room was shocked and thought it was too unconventional. Roujia turned sadness into joy. He laughed happily, and was blessed with Fan Xian, and then stood by him carefully, holding the corner of his sleeve, as if afraid that he would not keep his word, so he ran away at all times, happily saying, "Thank you, Brother Xian."

Lin Wan'er covered her mouth and smiled, thinking that Sisi's idea was really good. Her husband really couldn't bear it. Perhaps only he, a scoundrel, would come up with the shocking idea of ​​picking a prince consort through the curtain.

At this moment, Lin Dabao, who was following the servant to the King Jing's vegetable garden, walked over from outside the hall, covered in mud and his hands were also black. Lin Wan'er saw it and quickly met him, calling someone to fetch water and wash his hands with pain.

How could Dabao just stared at Fan Xian and Roujia holding his sleeves, thinking why this little sister wanted to steal his place. She was in a bad mood. She took Wan'er's hand and walked to Fan Xian's side, grabbed Fan Xian's other sleeve, glared at Roujia, and muttered, "Xiao Xianxian, I'm hungry, I want to eat buns."

Everyone laughed, only Fan Xian's expression was extremely helpless.

Princess Roujia and Fan Ruoru grew up in the same place since childhood. The friendship is naturally very good. When Ruoru first returned to Kyoto, he didn't know how much to say the two girls' houses had to say, but before he finished speaking, Prince Jing waved his hand and asked the princess to go with the carriage of the Fan Mansion. He stayed in Fan Mansion for five, six or seven days before returning to the Prince's Mansion.

Two days later, Fan Xian took his sister out of the city again. This time he went to Chenyuan in the suburbs. The road was far away and it was difficult to walk. In addition, there were more beautiful concubines in the newly built Chenyuan with their breasts exposed. Wan'er and Sisi had a headache once when they went there. So this time he refused to go, but Princess Roujia was afraid of the old dean himself, so she refused to go.

Fan Xian and his brother and sister had to go by themselves. As an elder, Chen Pingping, coupled with his relationship with Fan Jian's comrades back then, would be unreasonable if Fan Ruoru did not go to see him after returning to the capital.

Once you enter Chen Garden, the scenery is still the same, perhaps even better than before. The fire during the rebellion of the Qin family did not have any impact except that Chen Pingping had more reasons to ask for money from the inner treasury. The Qingqing rockery is still the same mountain, and the ambush mechanism in the outer forest is still strict. The beauty and concubines in the garden are still so beautiful, and even the singer is Sang Wen's sister.

After entering the park, Fan Xian wanted to tell Chen Pingping in detail about His Majesty’s arrangement in Xiliang and the handling of the yard. Unexpectedly, the old lame man in a wheelchair waved his hand and directly stopped him from speaking.

It has been two years since Fan Jian retired and returned to Danzhou, Chen Pingping has given up all the power of the Supervision Bureau, and he didn't even want to listen. Perhaps Fan Xian can understand the hidden deep meanings, but he is still not used to it.

Because he opened his eyes in his life, the first people he saw were Uncle Wu Zhu and the old man in a wheelchair. From the time of Danzhou to the time of entering Beijing, he grew up with the careful care and cruel polishing of this old man. Chen Pingping's intentions permeated his life, just like a tree in the back garden of Danzhou, protecting him from wind and rain.

He was used to Chen Pingping standing behind him and solving his biggest troubles. Once Chen Pingping fell into silence, he fell into a slight uneasiness.

Now Chen Pingping is aging, and the wrinkles on the corners of her eyes are getting deeper and deeper. Fortunately, she didn't have to deal with the office for two years, but she just relaxed in Chen Garden, and was still in good spirits. He didn't care about Fan Xian's sad uneasiness at this time, and smiled and talked about the green mountain in Northern Qi. When talking about Ku He's death, he sighed.

The old lame man is becoming more and more like an ordinary old man at the entrance of the village, rather than the dark monarch who controlled the world and the earth. Even Fan Ruoruo was a little uncomfortable with this transformation for a while.

After coming out of Chen Yuan, Fan Xian was silent for a long time in the carriage and asked softly: "How long can he live?"

Today I brought Ruoruo here, one was to visit, and the other was to borrow my sister's excellent medical skills that were passed down from Qingshan, to confirm the end of Chen Pingping's land. Fan Xian of course hopes that this old lame man can have a longer and happier old age.

"The president suffered several extremely serious injuries more than ten years ago. His legs were broken and his meridians were blocked. He was poisoned again two years ago. According to theory, his body was weak and exhausted, and there may be danger at any time." Fan Ruoruo frowned slightly, a little confused, "But the Imperial Hospital has been very well conditioned in the past two years, and it should be able to last for a few years."

Fan Xian did not make any noise, took out a few pieces of paper from his arms and handed it over, saying, "The Imperial Hospital does not seem to have such a good method. Prescriptions can take care of the old dean's body so well, even more powerful than Mr. Fei."

Fan Ruoru took the prescription and looked carefully. He was shocked. He couldn't help but look at his brother and said, "Is this the prescription prescribed by Chen Yuan?"

"Doesn't it look familiar?"

"The level of medication diagnosis is above me, very accurate, without any extra... and the technique is very familiar."

Fan Ruoru bit his lower lip and knew what his brother wanted him to see what the prescription meant. Practicing medical medicine is actually like practicing martial arts. Each has its own schools. How long does each medicine last, what kind of disease, and what techniques are used to target? As long as a person who has been immersed in the medical field for a long time, he can always smell some smell. What's more, the person who wrote these prescriptions has a very good relationship with Fan Ruoru.

Fan Xian closed his eyes and said, "Has Mu Peng, who taught you medical skills on Qingshan, not returned to Northern Qi for two years?"

Fan Ruoru looked at his brother and nodded, but he wanted to speak. Fan Xian knew what his sister was worried about. Mu Peng, the introductory disciple of Kuhe, was in a sense, his sister was her sister's teacher in medical skills. Of course, her sister did not want her brother to attack him.

"I can't thank him yet, how could he deal with him? I just don't understand why he, as a disciple of Tianyidao, came to Nanqing to do these things." Fan Xian closed his eyes and said coldly.

The easiest thing to investigate is to confront each other in court and question face-to-face, especially issues involving ulterior secrets.

On a cloudy afternoon, a man in black wearing a hat walked directly to a two-story building in Heikefang, Nishicheng, Kyoto, and entered quietly. With his palms flipped, a black dagger poked over quietly and gently crossed his neck.

The formation inside the house was very simple. The man was packing his bag by the bed, as if he was about to travel far away. He was dressed as a doctor, and at this time he felt the chill on his neck, which made the hairs on his neck stand up.

His name is Mu Peng, and he is the second disciple of Ku He. He is the most exquisite doctor in the entire Northern Qi Dynasty. Two years ago, he was ordered by the master to go deep into Nanqing and tried every means to get close to Chen Pingping. He used his wonderful medical skills to gain Chen Pingping's trust, and found another excuse to cover up his identity.

Although he was a doctor, Ku He's disciples were no ordinary people. They could be touched into the door quietly by He Chifang's noise and put the sword on his neck. He knew that the assassin behind him must be the top figure in the world.

Mu Peng did not look back, nor did he see how he acted, so he saw a ball of powder hit the man in black with a thud. His hand was extremely cold and extremely skilled. The introductory disciple of Tianyi Dao is indeed not simple!

The powder fell down the hat. Fan Xian closed his eyes without groaning or even breathing, because he knew that the medicine powder contained extremely terrifying toxins. After a miscalculation, he did not smear the dagger, but gently lifted his fingertips and stabbed a poison needle into Mu Peng's neck.
Chapter completed!