Jun Jiuling

With the current festivities between Jiulingtang and Lu Yunqi, there is a great chance of being hacked to death outside Prince Huai's mansion on the spot.

Miss Jun held the medicine box tightly and stood for a moment, turned around and left.

Seeing her coming in, Liu'er hurriedly brought the hot herbal tea.

This winter was extremely cold, and many people had colds and chills. Miss Jun made a herbal tea for everyone to drink, and she didn't forget to drink it, especially after returning from outside.

She must not allow herself to be ill.

Anyone can get sick, but she can't.

"It's so cold, and you go out every day, that's all. Why don't you let the carriage bring you back." Fang Jinxiu frowned and said, "If you are sick, no one will let you see a doctor."

Liu'er immediately became unhappy when she heard this.

"Why curse my lady sick?" she said.

"Illness is not someone else's curse, it's all my own business." Fang Jinxiu also said bluntly.

Listening to the quarrel between the two, Miss Jun drank a large bowl of herbal tea in one gulp. Sweat broke out on her forehead and her cheeks turned red.

"Okay, I know, I have a measure." She looked at Fang Jinxiu and said.

Fang Jinxiu pursed her lips and didn't speak any more. She reached out to take the bowl of medicinal tea and wanted to go in, but someone rushed in with a chill all over her body.

"Miss Jun, the young master's letter." The visitor said hurriedly, holding the letter in his hand.

He was dressed thickly, was dusty, had frostbite on his face and hands, and spoke with a thick accent. It was obvious that he was not from Deshengchang in the capital city, but came from Yangcheng.

In the past, the letters to and from were delivered by the ticket number, why did the family members deliver them directly this time?

It seems that it is still in a hurry.

"Xiao Mo." Fang Jinxiu recognized the person. This was the clerk of the original ticket office. He was chosen by Fang Chengyu as his personal servant, and he was highly regarded.

Seeing that he had come, Fang Jinxiu couldn't help but get nervous.

"Is Chengyu okay?" She blurted out.

"Master is very good." Xiao Mo smiled at her innocently.

Miss Jun had already received the letter and opened it, her expression changed slightly after only one glance, she turned around and walked quickly inward.

Fang Jinxiu and Liu Er didn't react, Miss Jun stopped at the door.

"Liu'er made tea for Xiao Mo, rubbed frostbite ointment on him, and arranged for him to rest." She turned her head and said.

Liu Er replied yes, Xiao Mo hurriedly thanked her, and Miss Jun had already gone in.

Fang Jinxiu had a complicated expression as the fallen door blocked his view.

Miss Jun sat in the room and looked at the letter in her hand, her expression was also very complicated. Logically speaking, she should have opened the letter impatiently, because just now she glanced at it and mentioned King Huai, but because of this, she felt a little uncomfortable. Dare to open.

How could Fang Chengyu, who was far away in Yangcheng, mention King Huai?

Or is it such a coincidence?

Miss Jun took a deep breath. The matter is already like this, doesn't it exist if you don't look at it? She opened the letter and read it carefully.

Fang Chengyu was indeed talking about King Huai.

And at the beginning, it is pointed out that King Huai is sick and very troublesome.

As for how he knew, it was by looking at the account books.

Because of the arrival of Ms. Jun, the account books of the capital were required to be provided once every ten days. After Ms. Jun opened the medical clinic, Fang Chengyu had two more requests. One was about the dynamics of the doctors in the capital, and the other was about the drug dealers. The dynamics must be marked with detailed attention.

Just ten days ago, Chengyu received the account book from the capital as usual, and saw several entries and exits.

This is a bank note from several doctors of the imperial medical bureau. The amount is very large, as if all the family property has been entered into the account. The steward is very familiar with one of the imperial doctors. Although their rules do not ask the guests anything, this imperial doctor took the initiative to lament that the capital might not be able to stay. Yes, because I received a rather difficult patient, the manager made a few insinuations, and learned that the patient was most likely King Huai.

King Huai was indeed a very tricky existence.

What was even more troublesome was that Miss Jun had mentioned King Huai.

"Jiu Ling, I remember you mentioned Prince Huai's Mansion."

Seeing these words in Fang Chengyu's letter, Miss Jun frowned slightly.

Does he remember? But she has never told him, since she was reborn, she only mentioned the name Huai Wangfu once...

"...You are not at home, I have nothing to do, so I like to listen to everyone talking about your past..."

"... You once asked the senior official about the capital, and you mentioned King Huai. At that time, grandma and mother were frightened..."

People don't say things for no reason.

Fang Chengyu sat in front of the desks, looking at the night outside the window, the room was as warm as spring. The place where he sat was Miss Jun's study at the beginning, but now he used it as a study.

Of course it's only temporary, when she comes back, he will return it to her.

If she ever comes back.

Fang Chengyu stroked the blooming Marigold Jade Terrace placed on the desk. This is a rare Zhangzhou variety, and it blooms and smells fragrant indoors in winter.

He remembered the time when she turned sharply in the bathroom.

Chengyu, I remembered something.

She said it, but then she swallowed it back, and she didn't say anything more.

Because I can’t say it or it’s useless to say it.

She was going to the capital, she had always wanted to go.

The place you always want to go must be because of someone or something you care about.

She opened a medical clinic, she does not treat diseases for the common people, she would rather pass on skills to other doctors than treat diseases for the people, she only focuses on the noble and noble, and only goes to the noble place.

Fang Chengyu picked up the pen.

"...the imperial physician said that King Huai's illness was very troublesome, and they all changed the family property into bank notes so that they could be withdrawn and transferred away..."

He stopped writing here.

He wanted to write that you don't want to interfere, but he felt that it was unreasonable to say so. No matter how famous Jiulingtang is, the Tai Hospital is also responsible for King Huai's condition. Doctor child.

But what if she wanted to interfere?

Fang Chengyu sighed lightly and wrote.

"...According to the imperial physician's description, King Huai was ill. It was not a serious illness at first, but it became a serious illness after repeated too much..."

The pen paused at this sentence, but after a while, it fell down again with a bit of determination.

"...Jiu Ling, it's easy to cure a disease, but difficult to cure a life, so be careful..."

After reading the last line, Miss Jun felt mixed feelings in her heart.

How could there be a child who is sensitive and close to demons in this world? Or in other words, what I always thought was safe is actually a lot of loopholes and doubts in the eyes of caring people?

She picked up the letter and threw it into the brazier, watching it slowly burn to ashes.

Everyone knows how terrible it is to offend Lu Yunqi, but he sent her an imperial edict to save the Fang family's life.

Everyone knows how dangerous it is to go close to Prince Huai's mansion, but he asked her about her condition and only said one word of caution.

This is born because of you, so is it not afraid to die because of you?

This winter is very cold, but very warm.

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The palace in winter is even more solemn.

There was a crisp sound.

Let the eunuchs standing on the porch outside the house lower their heads again.

Lu Yunqi listened to the emperor's angry scolding from inside with a calm expression.

"...Why is it not easy to cure? Isn't it just a cold? Can you bastards even cure a cold? Are you ashamed to be called an imperial physician?"

The emperor has always been gentle and courteous, courteous and virtuous corporal, now he said such words, it can be seen how angry and anxious he was.

"Your Majesty." Jiang Youshu's voice came from inside, with a bit of exhaustion, "My lord is no longer just suffering from a cold. His illness has been repeated for too long, and it is really difficult to treat now."

"Repeatedly, who are you blaming repeatedly? I'm not blaming you. If you give him good treatment at the beginning, how could he become a serious illness?" the emperor said angrily.

"Emperor, you can't blame the doctors entirely." An old female voice sounded.

This is the Queen Mother.

Lu Yunqi still looked ahead, listening to the Queen Mother's voice to continue.

"...Children are easy to get sick, and when they are sick, they are like adults. They don't take medicine. .”

"The servants of Prince Huai's mansion are all useless, how do they take care of King Huai? They are all blamed." The emperor said again.

"Let's not talk about questioning the crime, let's treat the disease well." The queen mother said, "What's the use of losing your temper? Which doctor doesn't want to cure the patient, but sometimes the disease can't be controlled by others. The emperor, you are so harsh. .”

That is to say, if it is not cured, the imperial physician cannot be blamed.

There was the sound of hula la kneeling in the room.

"The minister is guilty." The voices of the imperial physicians rang out in unison.

The emperor is benevolent and filial, naturally he will not refute the queen mother's words, there was a moment of silence in the room, and a long sigh sounded.

"You guys, remember, King Huai is the only blood of the former prince. You must do your best, otherwise, I will be ashamed of the former emperor and the prince."

I don't know if it's Lu Yunqi's own hallucination, but after these words, there seemed to be a moment of silence between the heaven and the earth, and then everything returned to normal.

There was a kowtow sound in my ear.

"The ministers must do their best."

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