C64

Imperial Concubine Rou had a fever that night. Her lung disease had been plaguing her for two years already, but today, because of Song Yunqian's incident, her internal organs were anxiously waiting.

Zhuge Ming had prescribed some medicine to treat her body, but she didn't value his body very much, as if life and death were of no concern to her anymore. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still worried about Ye Ci, she would've let his go long ago.

Zhuge Ming comforted her a little, but how could Imperial Concubine Rou listen in? He only warned her repeatedly not to let his parents know that her old illness had relapse.

Zhuge Ming said: "If you pity your parents, then you should take good care of your body. Your parents only have you left now, if something were to happen to you too, how would they live the rest of their lives?"

Imperial Concubine Rou's lips had a hint of bright red. Every time she got sick, her lips would turn red, and this time was no exception. Her long hair draped across her shoulders as she coughed a few times. With a fair and hollow face, she said, "To be honest, sometimes I also envy my sister. At least she died, but I will let you remember her for the rest of her life."

Zhuge Ming said indifferently, "Why are you saying all this? If your sister has the choice, she doesn't want to die either. "

In the past, I always felt that the Prince liked me. I did everything I could to fight with big sister for it, but in the end when she died, I didn't get anything.

Zhuge Ming didn't know what to say to console her. A woman who exhausted all his feelings and feelings for a man, unless he was afraid of his injuries, she wouldn't turn back.

On the second day, the palace sent someone to summon Zhuge Ming. Zhuge Ming originally thought that the emperor would ask about Song Yunqian's injuries, but unexpectedly, he asked him about Wen Yi's condition.

Zhuge Ming felt uneasy, but he could only answer his questions honestly.

After the emperor heard Zhuge Ming's words, he pondered for a moment, then signaled all the servants beside him to leave before softly asking, "You have interacted with Wen Yi in the past, do you think this warmth, could be Wen Yi?"

Zhuge Ming was shocked, he raised his head and looked at the emperor, he had observed for a long time before knowing that it was her, but the emperor only glanced at her and spoke a few words, before becoming suspicious. It could be seen that the Emperor's brilliance was not an external legend; he was truly wise and astute.

"Did it scare you?" The emperor sighed. "I also know that it's a bit unbelievable, but she was already so unbelievable when she first came here, wasn't she?" I may be selfish, but if she is able to come back, I can let Qian'Er not have to live such a miserable life. "Every time I hear of his injuries from the border, I can't sleep at all. I don't have to worry so much if he doesn't care about my body at all."

Zhuge Ming stabilized the emotions in his heart and said: "Your majesty, although everyone hopes for Wen Yi to return, but back then, whether she was Wen Yi or not, there is not much evidence to prove it, everything is just a guess."

"It can't be counted as a guess. We asked State Advisor and he calculated that she was indeed a woman from another world." The Emperor said.

Zhuge Ming raised his head, looked at the emperor, and said in a deep voice, "Your majesty, but she has already left. The emperor has personally witnessed her burial.

The Emperor said thoughtfully, "But if there is. The world is so big, and is full of surprises. Back then, she was able to borrow Luo Yi's body to return the soul, and now, she can also borrow this warm body to repay the Yang, right? "

Zhuge Ming could not help but admire the Emperor's ability to deduce anything. He pretended to be shocked and said, "Your Majesty, isn't this matter a bit too bizarre? There is no indication that they are related. " He knew that once he was found out, he would be punished, and it wouldn't be difficult to find out either. The moment Wen Yi revealed his real name, he would be exposed, and at that time, he would not only be blamed, but he might even lose his friendship with Song Yunqian.

The emperor sighed, "Actually, I know that they might not be related. However, they are all surnamed Wen and are both doctors, so they also know acupuncture. I only hope that she can come back. When she comes back, my son will also come back."

Zhuge Ming remained silent and stood by the side.

The emperor asked more about Wen Yi. Zhuge Ming knew that the emperor was suspicious, so he made Wen Yi sound completely different from before.

She's been here for about half a month," he said. "She's a very good doctor, but she's a little greedy, a little petty, and a little narrow-minded. He remembered that one day, a patient with severe illness had arrived. He was old and didn't have much money on him, which was not enough to pay for the medical treatment. She actually said something bad to get him out of here. When the commoner learned of this matter, he was infuriated. If not for her high medical skills, he would have immediately chased her away. "Therefore, compared to her, this commoner felt that she had been insulted.

Hearing that, the emperor was disappointed, and said with anger: "I never thought that such a weak person, would actually be unable to compare to Wen Yi."

Zhuge Ming said: "To be honest, to be honest, to such a person without medical ethics, this commoner was unwilling to keep her, and only thought that her acupuncture might be able to save Ke Er. As the emperor has said, ever since the death of the princess, modesty seemed to be very active, but the truth was that everyone was self-exiled. He doesn't listen to anyone's words, only Ke Er. He dotes on Ke Er the most, if Ke Er can wake up and accompany him more, maybe it will help him out of his pain. "

Hearing this, the Emperor nodded slightly. "You won't say." "I almost forgot Ke Er, she is clever, kind, gentle, and understanding, moreover, she likes Qian'er, Qian'er has once vented her anger on Luo Yi for her, maybe the two of them already have a friendship, if Ke Er can wake up, it would truly be a happy occasion."

When Zhuge Ming left the palace, his steps were heavy. In his entire life, he had never tried to cover his conscience as he did today. He kept consoling himself, saying that because he was unsure if that was really Wen Yi, he did not want Song Yunqian to know, lest he was disappointed in the end. However, a clear voice continued to resonate in his heart. It was not because he liked Wen Yi, but he would rather watch his good friend suffer than give up his love.

Moreover, if she was Wen Yi, she herself hadn't revealed her identity, proving that she didn't want everyone to know that she had returned. Hence, he chose to hide it, and only considered it from Wen Yi's standpoint.

The sky was dark, and it was late autumn. Withered leaves floated around, and a desolate aura surrounded him as thousands of thoughts filled his mind, he slowly sighed, as he was truly worried about Song Yunqian's injuries. He did not return to the infirmary to find Wen Yi, but went to the Duke Palaces instead.

Today, Wen Yi did not go to the medicine hall. She sat in the narrow In the courtyard to catch fleas while hugging charcoal in her hands.

Chief of Hair was eating grass in the shed, occasionally calling out to him in a low voice, the sky was so grey that it seemed like water was about to drip out of it, Wen Yi put away the clothes that was left on In the courtyard, and once again hugged his charcoal hair in a daze.

Charcoal probably knew that his master was not in a good mood, so he just obediently bowed and allowed Wen Yi's hands to float on his body.

"Tell me, should I go to the prince's mansion to see him?" Wen Yi muttered. She looked at the sky and said: "Sigh, forget it, it's going to rain soon. It's not convenient to go out."

Charcoal understood her words and barked a few words.

Wen Yi looked down at it, "You don't approve me going to see him either, do you? Yes, what's the use of me going to see him? In his heart, I am already a dead man. "

A light rain began to fall, and gradually, the rain grew stronger. The rain flowed down along the eaves of the houses like a line, forming a crystal clear water curtain.

When Wen Yi returned to the house, the weather was cold. She added on a cape, picked up an embroidery needle and stuck it on the cloth doll's body, drawing out all the acupoints. Actually, she didn't need to practice like this anymore.

Knocking sounds came from outside the door. Wen Yi withdrew her gaze lazily and did not want to go out to open the door.

At this time, he would come to see her. Besides Mr. Zhu, there was no one else.

She wanted to pretend that she wasn't home, but the knocking was getting more urgent, so she had no choice but to drag herself out of the room with an oil-paper umbrella by the door.

The moment the door opened, Zhu Fangyuan stood in the rain, his entire body drenched, his eyes wide open, filled with sorrow and panic, he choked with sobs and said: "Wen Yi, quickly come with me, my foster father is not able to do it."

Zhu Fangyuan's foster father was the Old General Zhu, a great benefactor of the imperial government. Previously, Zhu Fangyuan said that his legs were weak and he didn't want to see a doctor, so he couldn't walk anymore two years ago.

However, he could not walk. His body had no other problems. Why was he suddenly unable to walk anymore?

Without thinking, Wen Yi ran back into the house to pick up the medicine box and quickly dragged Zhu Fangyuan up the carriage.

The wind blew the curtains of the horse carriage, causing ice-cold water droplets to rush in. Wen Yi held Zhu Fangyuan's hand and comforted him: "Don't worry, Old General Zhu will definitely be blessed by the heavens."

Zhu Fangyuan raised his head in fright, as he blamed himself, "Actually, I always knew that his health was not good. It's just that he didn't want to invite a doctor, and said that he would kill many people in his time, so he waited for King Yan to come and take his life. I should have forced him to see a doctor earlier. I don't know if I can save him now. "

Wen Yi had a vague idea of war, but she knew that once war started, countless numbers of people would die. From ancient times until now, how many warriors would be able to come back unscathed? Either she lost her life on the battlefield, or her hands and feet were broken, leaving him with a handicapped body. War advocated violence against violence. This kind of way to resolve disputes was the most helpless and miserable way.

She dejectedly said: "The general also protects the territory. If he doesn't kill the enemy, he will be killed by them." It was a very clumsy consolation, but it was the most superficial of principles.

Zhu Fangyuan did not speak anymore, and stared at the heavy rain outside the curtain. The sudden arrival of this storm had caught him off guard, and had thrown him into chaos.

After a long while, he murmured, "Ever since I've been here, under the care of my foster father, I've lived a carefree life, able to get whatever I want. Wen Yi, he is the only family I have here, if he leaves, in this unfamiliar time and place, what is there for me to linger for? However, even if there is nothing that is worthy of my attachment, I cannot leave. "

With a single sentence, he spoke of the sorrow of being transported to another person, as well as the pain that had been in Wen Yi's heart for a long time. Wasn't she supposed to have a family that she couldn't go home to? She was even more pitiful than Zhu Fangyuan. Zhu Fangyuan was still alive and well, but where was her fate?