Rebirth Of Medicine

When the servant led Peng Yizhen in, Gu Shiba Niang had already set the pillow, and sat down with the unconcealed tired Wenjun Wang.

Gu Bainiang returned to Peng Yizhen, and the two knelt together.

"You want to treat me?" Wenjun Wang asked lightly, sweeping his eyes across them.

"Yes, Xiaomin courageously." Peng Yi needle tipped on the ground, his voice trembling, but firm.

Gu Shiba-niang raised her head slightly, wanting to see King Wenjun's face, she had already thought about what to say in her heart.

"Good." Wenjun Wang said.

Peng Yizhen and Gu Shiba Niang looked up at him a little gaffe, so simple?

"Doctor Peng, do you need to check the pulse or..." The clever waiter immediately stepped forward and asked with a smile.

Peng Yizhen recovered his senses and said hurriedly, "Check the pulse."

Wenjun Wang'en said, let them get up, this short question and answer seemed to have exhausted his strength, and slowly closed his eyes.

The three of them kept their breath and proceeded carefully.

Peng Yizhen's complexion became more and more ugly, and it took a long time before he released his hand.

"How is it?" the waiter asked impatiently. After asking, he felt ashamed and looked at King Wenjun carefully.

Wang Wenjun still closed his eyes and leaned on the pillow, if his eyelashes were not shaking, it would be like falling asleep again.

"Can it be cured?" he asked slowly.

Peng Yizhen's body trembled slightly.

"Xiaomin, dare to give it a try," he replied with his head down.

"Presumably you already know something." Wenjun Wang opened his eyes slightly, his gaze swept over Gu Shiba Niang.

Naturally, he was talking about those powerful relationships.

Peng Yizhen had no experience in dealing with these nobles, and he didn't know how to answer for a while. I was afraid that something wrong would cause trouble to Gu Shiba.

Should he say he knows or he doesn't know?

"So, before mid-September, I can't make any accidents." Wang Wenjun didn't ask him to answer, but went on to say, his gaze fell on Peng Yizhen with no doubt.

"Yes." Peng Yizhen answered hurriedly, "Xiaomin understands."

Wang Wenjun hummed, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Peng Yizhen raised his head carefully, and said boldly: "Then please allow Xiaomin to give the princess acupuncture to the princess. The princess’s illness has dragged on for too long, so I really can’t delay..."

Wenjun Wang En said.

"Please let the county king undress..." Peng Yizhen said in a low voice, lowering his head.

Hearing this, Gu Shiba-niang hurriedly bowed her head and walked out, standing in the study, she could see the beautifully laid out garden outside the window at a glance, but at this time she was not in the mood to look at the scenery, in fact, since she was reborn, she has not been in the mood to appreciate landscape.

With the effort of a cup of tea, Peng took a needle back out.

"How is it?" Gu Shiba Niang asked in a low voice.

Peng Yipin wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice: "It's hard to say..."

I knew it was not so easy, and there would not be such a big cake falling from the sky specifically to hit them.

"How sure are you?" Gu Bainiang asked in a low voice for a moment of silence.

"50%..." Peng Yizhen did not hesitate.

Half... Gu Shiba-niang couldn't help being surprised.

"It also includes your medicine..." Peng Yizhen added.

Gu Shiba Niang's surprise was nothing but surprise.

"Furthermore, the princess has been suffering from illness for a long time, and the dose of medicine has to be increased." Peng Yizhen said in a low voice, looking at Gu Shiba Niang, "Gu Niangzi, how confident are you?"

The several medicines of Dragon Tiger Decoction Gu Shiba Niang will naturally concoct, but the difficulty lies in the arsenic, and it is a large dose that has never been seen before. It is necessary to turn such a large dose of arsenic into non-toxic. No one has done it since ancient times.

"Twenty percent." She said slowly.

As soon as the words came out, the room fell silent.

"I think that those imperial doctors did not recognize the princess's disease, they just knew it was dangerous and didn't mention it..." Peng Yizhen sighed and whispered.

The hospital is full of talents and ancient books and secrets are so many, there is no record of any intractable diseases, but it is not necessary to have no risks.

Peng Yizhen clenched his hands tightly, lowered his voice, and said firmly: "No matter who you are in this world, strength is the respect, strength, dignity, no strength, no reputation, just like ants, but to us For these people, strength alone is not enough, they still need an opportunity. Otherwise, even if they have stunts, they can easily be annihilated. In the end, they are not known. I am fed up with the days of being looked down upon. This time I do my best."

There was enthusiasm in his eyes, which brightened the otherwise plain and even ugly face.

Gu Shiba Niang smiled. Since stepping into the Wenjun Palace, they have cut off all retreats and can only move forward.

The sound of footsteps interrupted their conversation, and the servant came out.

"Ms. Gu, Doctor Peng, you are going to live in this garden these days..." the servant said in a low voice, "There are only three people in the entire county mansion who know about this. So, just in case, you must not leave. Half a step here..."

They had anticipated this when they came, so they nodded and said yes.

"My last name is Huang..." The servant introduced himself with a smile.

"Master Huang..." The two hurriedly saluted.

"Don't dare, just call Lao Huanger..." He said with a smile.

Of course he was just talking, and they were just listening.

"Although this garden does not have the permission of the king of the county, no one can enter, but just in case, the two of you still have to pretend to be..." Huang Neiji said while looking at Peng Yizhen, looking at his body, pretending to be a maid It's unlikely, "Doctor Peng pretended to be a handyman cleaning the yard..."

Peng Yizhen nodded naturally.

"As for Lady Gu," Huang Nei's maid smiled, making Gu Shiba a little hairy, "just wronged you to be a maid..."

"Master Huang is serious..." Gu Shiba Niang hurriedly bowed her head and saluted.

"I hope the princess can turn good luck this time..." Huang Nei Attendant glanced over the two, and said softly with a trace of sadness.

"Definitely," Gu Shiba Niang said suddenly.

"Yes, it will." Peng Yizhen also followed.

A kind of pride spreads indoors, dispelling the depression of late autumn and early winter.

According to his instructions, Peng Yizhen's family set off for his hometown at the same time as he entered the Wenjun Palace. The disappearance of such a small person as him did not attract anyone's attention.

Since the big medicine meeting, Gu Shiba Niang has been living a life of simplicity in order to keep the body better and better. Therefore, her disappearance did not arouse too many people's attention. Of course, Xin Chaoyang was not included.

"Ms. Gu is missing?" Xin Chaoyang was a little surprised when he heard the subordinate's return.

These days because of the northern scabies, the drug dealers have achieved big business. In order to compete for a large share of the government's procurement of anti-blast medicinal materials, he is busier than in the past. Xin Chaoyang is not worth celebrating, but he still wants to find someone to share with him. Being a guest in Beijing and living in a foreign country, the first person to come to his heart is Gu Shiba Niang, a fellow and a great pharmacist.

"Did she say?" Xin Chaoyang frowned slightly and asked again, tapping his fingers on the tabletop.

Impossible, shouldn't. Since then, in Jiankang Baohetang, who blamed everyone on Shuo Shuo, after he stood up and showed it, Gu Shiba Niang was still calm and restrained, but at least he hadn't touched him on face.

"The little one didn't see Lady Gu, it was the Lingbao girl who said that Lady Gu was busy with something and did not see guests." The servant said hurriedly.

In this way, Xin Chaoyang nodded and waved his hand. The next person hurriedly retired, sitting on the bamboo chair, reaching out and picking up a chess piece, the tentacles were cool, and the girl's smile appeared in front of her eyes. A clear shy flashed past.

Maybe... he read it wrong...

"Young Master, Young Master..." Some subordinates called out frizzy.

Xin Chaoyang, who was interrupted, put down his chess pieces and looked over.

"Young Master, a letter from the Great Master." The servant held a letter and handed it respectfully.

Xin Chaoyang took a glance and swept away several lines, his complexion changed slightly, and suddenly backhanded the letter paper on the table.

The guy on the side gave him a peek a little curiously.

Xin Chaoyang immediately noticed, his expression condensed slightly, and waved his hand.

The subordinate dared not look again, and hurriedly withdrew.

Xin Chaoyang didn't know how long he sat until he heard the screaming rain outside the window. He stood up, walked to the window, opened the window, and Qiu Yu rushed in with the thick moisture, with a slight chill.

He stood by the window and looked at the courtyard shrouded in rain and mist. There were maids holding umbrellas and laughing and passing by, and a small servant holding his head quickly ran past. He stood there for a long time without moving until he was embraced by the night.

For Xin Chaoyang, his entire life is paved with countless choices, and choices are simple things for him, but this time the things mentioned in his father's letter made him feel a little difficult for the first time.

"In fact, what's so rare!" He suddenly patted his hands lightly, seeming to be dissatisfied with himself for spending so long distracted, "but weighing the pros and cons and the probability of success or failure..."

As soon as I said this, it seemed that all the heart problems had disappeared.

"Come here, palm the lamp," he called.

The maids who had been waiting outside the door immediately filed in, lighting up the lights and pouring tea and joking, and the deserted interior suddenly came back to life.

At this time, in the Wenjun Palace, the gloomy study, the rainy night of late autumn did not add a bit of depression to this place.

"Doctor Peng is really a god..." Huang Neishi whispered softly, while neatly pouring tea for the king of Wenjun.

Although it was only a single injection, today's King Wenjun did not fall into a coma after an hour or two like in the past. He sat on the bed, and was a little tired because he remained sitting for too long.

He just tasted the tea briefly, wet his lips, and pushed it away.

"Take the slips from these days..." he said suddenly, watching the beating candlelight.

"The king of the county can't bother..." Gu Shiba Niang's voice came from the door. She was wearing the clothes of the maid of the county's palace, holding a bowl, and whispered.

"Yeah, yeah, the prince, with Mrs. Yang and the others, the prince can rest assured that we will take care of it..." Huang Neiji said immediately.

King Wen did not speak any more, and closed his eyes slightly.

"Princess, take medicine," Gu Shiba Niang said, looking at the waiter on the side.

The waiter did not come over to take it as she expected.

"You can eat after taking medicine?" he asked.

Gu Shiba Niang nodded.

"Then I'm going to prepare something to eat..." the waiter said joyfully, while Chongwen County King Shili retired.

Gu Shiba Niang looked at the medicine bowl in her hand and had to move forward.

"The prince, Doctor Peng said, you have to wake up more..." she reminded euphemistically.

Wang Wenjun opened his eyes.

"The more tired you are, the more you feel sleepy, the less you don't want to sleep..." Gu Shiba Niang looked down and knelt down.

"Sit." Wenjun Wang said.

It was indeed impossible to feed medicine while kneeling. Gu Shiba Niang Xie Enyiyan got up and sat down slightly next to the bed.

"Some bitter..." She whispered, so quickly she glanced at King Wenjun, then lowered her head again and passed a half porcelain spoon of medicine.

The medicine spoon tilted slightly, and the King Wenjun looked still, moved his figure lightly, and took the medicine.

I didn't hear it in the room, only occasionally there was the sound of a porcelain spoon touching a bowl, a bowl of medicine was quickly consumed, and Gu Shiba Niang's initial nervousness and discomfort gradually faded.

After eating the last bite, she picked up a piece of candied fruit from the tray on the side and sent it over.

Jun Wang frowned imperceptibly, hesitated, opened his mouth and ate.

After pouring the tea and gargle, the waiter finally came over with a light meal, which also broke the slight embarrassment of strangers getting along, Gu Shiba Niang let out a sigh of relief.

She gave the courtesy and had to withdraw.

"Ms. Gu, please help me to pour a cup of tea..." the waiter called her and said with a smile.

Gu Shiba Niang responded and did what he said.

"... Gu Niangzi, can this vegetable county prince eat it?"

"... Lady Gu, is there really no need to avoid it?"

The waiter asked questions from time to time, or asked her to help pass chopsticks and spoons, take a Jinpa and so on.

The servants of the Royal Palace of Ruoda County do not know the geometry, but now he is the only one who serves the King Wen. For him, this is not only physical torture, but more spiritual torture.

No one communicates, no one can speak, keeping this earth-shattering secret, trapped in a cage, don't know whether tomorrow is life or death.

"Of course you must avoid it..." Gu Shiba Niang said with a small smile, "You can't eat pork..."

"Ah, you can't eat pork?" Nai Attendant Huang exclaimed. He glanced at King Wenjun and saw that his expression was light and tired, but he didn't tire of his noise.

"You won't be able to eat it for two years." Gu Shiba Niang said with a smile, and looked at King Wenjun.

Wenjun Wang shook his head and motioned to stop eating.

Looking at only half a bowl of white porridge and the slightly moving side dishes, the waiter Huang stretched out his hands to wipe tears with excitement, "The prince hasn't eaten for several days, old slave, old slave is really happy..."

Seeing him cry, Gu Shiba Niang felt that her nose was also sore.

A simple meal cost more than half of Wenjun Wang's strength. He leaned on the soft pillow, although his eyes were open, his energy was already weak.

"The princess is tired, just lie down." Gu Shiba Niang said softly.

"Can you?" Huang Neishi saw that the Wenjun King was holding on, and was overjoyed.

Gu Shiba Niang nodded, "As long as you don't sleep."

"No." Wenjun Wang refused.

It is more comfortable to lie down, and it is harder to resist drowsiness.

Gu Shiba Niang understood what he meant, and she was silent for a moment. Her eyes swept across the room blankly, and finally landed on the tall bookshelf, her eyes lit up.

"The prince, you lie down, I will read to you..." she said with some joy.

"Oh, that's a great idea. Our prince loves to read books the most. It has been a long time..." Huang Neibu caressed his palms and couldn't help himself. Halfway through talking, he felt that it was unlucky to mention that unlucky thing, so he closed his mouth and looked at King Wen. I don’t know a few words for the old slave..."

Seeing the two people's eager inquiry, Wenjun Wang slowly nodded.

"What does the prince want to hear?" Gu Shiba Niang asked ~www.novelmtl.com~ casually. "Wenjun Wang replied.

Not to be bothered, but not boring and boring, Gu Shiba Niang thought about it, and finally found a book of strange talks from the shelf. Although it was a bit vulgar, it was better than novelty.

"In the first year of Tang Zhen, a..." A cool female voice rang in the room.

Naibu Huang turned on the light, glanced at the woman who was kneeling on the side of the bed holding a book and reading it carefully, he could not help but rubbed his eyes again and slowly walked away.

"... Sheriff, it says in this book that the bottle can hold both cows and horses. You said it is true or false, which is too strange..."

The rustling autumn rain outside the window gradually covered the soft female voice.

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