Qing Yi slapped Qing Yuan on the head, shattering the love-hate emotions she was weaving in her mind.
"What are you squatting here for? Hurry up and see the patients!"
Qing Yuan looked up and glared at Qing Yi. Qing Yi pressed her small head again, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from her pocket, and while cracking them, lifted her by the collar and brought her to Qing Zhu.
"Senior Brother, I'll leave her to you!"
After speaking, Qing Yi picked up her medicine box and walked out for a house call.
Qing Yuan and Qing Zhu stared at each other for nearly half a minute. Just as Qing Yuan was thinking about how to slip away, Qing Zhu threw her onto a chair beside him, "Hurry up and see the patients, or I'll send you to the Regent's Mansion!"
Qing Yuan shivered, remembering the fear of being dominated by her junior uncle. She didn't dare to run. It was much better to be at the consultation desk than to be forced to read medical books on a table by her junior uncle!
She sighed, feeling quite sad about her life!
To think that at her blooming age, she could only sit here seeing patients. Pitiful, lamentable, regrettable!!
Sad, so sad, tears welled up before any words could be spoken!
"What are you thinking about? Hurry up! If you misdiagnose, I'll have you copy the Compendium of Materia Medica a hundred times!"
Qing Yuan: "..."
Bastard!
Qing Yuan felt that Qing Zhu was no longer her dear good senior brother, but a bastard, a bastard who had lost his virtue!
...
"Miss, Miss, it's time to get up."
In the Nan Mansion, Nan Yuan'er's maid, Cai Huan, called her. It was already late morning. The young lady had never slept so long. However, for some reason in the past few days, she seemed unable to wake up. It was fine before, she would wake up before the hour of Wei (1-3 PM), but today, for some reason, it was almost noon and she was still asleep.
Nan Yuan'er slowly opened her eyes and looked at Cai Huan in front of her, a little dazed. It took a long time for her muddled mind to clear. She got up and asked, "What time is it?"
Cai Huan said, "Miss, it's almost noon."
"What?" Nan Yuan'er was slightly stunned. No wonder her head ached so much. It was almost noon. She went to bed at the hour of Hai (9-11 PM) yesterday and only woke up at noon today, sleeping for a full seven to eight hours (one hour is equivalent to two hours). When did she become so sleepy?
Nan Yuan'er got up and asked Cai Huan, "Have I been too sleepy these past few days?"
Cai Huan nodded. If Nan Yuan'er hadn't stayed in the mansion during this time, she would have thought Nan Yuan'er had been deflowered by some man and was pregnant.
Nan Yuan'er's expression slightly darkened. She ordered Cai Huan, "When someone from Medicine King Valley comes to the Nan Mansion again, invite them to check my pulse."
"Yes, Miss!"
When night fell, after Nan Yuan'er went to sleep, Cai Huan went to the study and reported Nan Yuan'er's recent sleepiness to Nan Chao Yin.
"Sleepy?"
Nan Chao Yin's expression darkened. He thought for a moment and said, "These few days, pay more attention to Yuan'er's diet. As for other things, follow Yuan'er's wishes. When the people from Medicine King Valley come to treat Madam Wang, invite them to see Yuan'er."
"Yes!"
After Cai Huan left, Nan Chao Yin pressed his temples.
"Go and investigate what Yuan'er has consumed these past few days and who handled it."
"Yes!"
...
Five days later, in front of Ying Jie Gate.
The Zhao family, one hundred people, were beheaded on the spot. Blood flowed along the cracks in the stones, and the sky was filled with blood-red hues and a pungent smell of blood. Even the common folk who loved to watch excitement could not bear it and left one after another.
In a teahouse not far from Ying Jie Gate, Yu Cheng Xuan sat by the open window on the second floor, watching heads continuously fall. Hui An was drinking tea. The tea in this teahouse near Ying Jie Gate was not as fresh as the tea in the teahouse on Yun Lan Street, but with the scene before him, it had a different flavor.
Ji Fei glanced at Yu Cheng Xuan, then at Hui An.
The general who accompanied Da Li stood behind Yu Cheng Xuan, holding his sword.
He had been kicked flying by Ji Jin Mo before, and his chest still ached faintly. Now, seeing the entire family of the capital's commander of Lin Yuan beheaded, and the rolling heads piled up like hills, he felt that the resentment in his heart had finally been released.
She heard that envoys from Da Li had gone to watch the execution. Nan Shi Ying did not feel surprised. Yu Cheng Xuan had come for this matter.
She did not care about this. More importantly, she cared about another matter: "How is Nan Yuan'er?"
Xuan Shi San was about to answer when Jia Huan came to report that Qing Zhu from Medicine King Valley requested an audience.
"Why is he here!" Nan Shi Ying glanced down at her clothes and couldn't be bothered to change into clothes at Xin Yuan Pavilion. She borrowed a set of clothes from Ji Jin Mo.
The clothes fit.
"Are these your clothes?" Nan Shi Ying looked at Ji Jin Mo. He was a whole head taller than her.
Ji Jin Mo nodded and explained, "Old clothes."
Xuan Shi San added from the side, "These were the casual clothes the late emperor had the Imperial Wardrobe Department make for Lord when he came of age."
Nan Shi Ying pursed her lips, feeling that the clothes in her hand suddenly felt a bit heavy.
"Wear it!"
Ji Jin Mo said.
Nan Shi Ying held the clothes without moving. Ji Jin Mo smiled helplessly, "It's all in the past, you..."
Nan Shi Ying looked at Ji Jin Mo, expressionlessly pointed to the door, and said, "Get out!" What, did he still want to stand here and watch her change?
Xuan Shi San covered his mouth, for fear that he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Ji Jin Mo coughed and walked towards the door. Before leaving, he kicked Xuan Shi San. Xuan Shi San didn't dare to dodge and took the kick head-on.
Ji Jin Mo walked out of the study and closed the door behind him.
Xuan Shi San grimaced, rubbing his thigh. He glanced at Ji Jin Mo, then quickly averted his gaze.
After Nan Shi Ying changed her clothes, Jia Huan brought Qing Zhu in.
"This humble subject Qing Zhu, pays respects to Your Highness." Qing Zhu did not expect to be brought directly to Regent Ji Jin Mo's study and felt a little nervous. He looked at Feng Luan, trying to convey with his eyes to his junior uncle that his next words were not suitable to be heard by the Prince.
Nan Shi Ying waved her hand, completely indifferent to others' well-being, and exposed his small actions, "It's alright, the Prince is not an outsider. Speak freely!"
Qing Zhu: "..."
Junior Uncle, you are truly something!
Qing Zhu's face turned bitter, but since his junior uncle had said so, he couldn't say anything more. Ji Jin Mo gestured for him to sit and talk. Qing Zhu thanked him and sat down.
Before speaking, he glanced at Ji Jin Mo again.
Nan Shi Ying tapped the table, her eyebrows furrowed impatiently, "What is it? Why are you stammering, speak quickly!"
Seeing this, Qing Zhu had no choice but to say, "After I went to the Nan Mansion today to give Madam Nan acupuncture, I was invited to check Nan Yuan'er's pulse."
Nan Shi Ying suddenly straightened her back, "Damn, I forgot about this!"
"And then?"
She picked up the teacup, poured a cup of tea, with a bit of impatience, as if asking him: Why are you telling me this?
"Junior Uncle, Nan Yuan'er's pulse is a bit strange. It is sometimes weak and floating, and sometimes strong. And I heard from Nan Yuan'er's maid that she has been quite sleepy these past few days and often feels weak. I suspect Nan Yuan'er has been poisoned, but I really cannot diagnose what poison she has been given, so I came to ask for your advice, Junior Uncle."
Nan Shi Ying used the teacup to block her slightly twitching lips, feeling quite speechless.