C176 Halberd City Visiting Sick(2)

Zhu Hua noticed something strange that night. He put out the candle flame and covered the pavilion with the blanket. "Master, someone has entered the courtyard." He shouted again, "Chang De, Chang De -"

"Wu..." Chang De was covered in his mouth, but he struggled with all his might. His hands and feet actually knocked against the door, producing a series of sounds.

When Second Winter heard the sound, he did not even have the time to put on his shoes before jumping off the bed. "Come..." Just as he was about to shout, his mouth was covered. "Don't shout. It's the Grand Marshal who has arrived."

"Don't panic, it's me." Ji Cheng quickly said, "Why aren't you opening the door for me?" The door opened very quickly. Ji Cheng ran in a few steps and used the moonlight to hug him. "Don't be afraid, Pavilion. I'm coming."

"I am relieved that you are here." Talisman Pavilion Lord leaned in Ji Cheng's arms and took a few deep breaths of the familiar scent. "Qingcheng, everything has been arranged."

The candles in the room were lit again. Zhu Hua left the room. Ji Cheng brushed away the messy hair beside the pavilion master's face. "Let's not talk about that. We can talk about it after you have recovered." He kissed his smooth forehead. "You are so thin that you are as thin as skin and bones. This journey is too tiring. I am worried every time I receive the news. " His lips moved on his forehead for a while. "I brought an Imperial Physician with me to treat you."

"My big brother?" Fu Tingzhi closed his eyes to feel the warmth at this moment. "When will he arrive?"

"I didn't go to pick him up." Ji Cheng said very honestly, "He has come. It will not be good for your plan. At that time, there will be many more troubles. Why is my palm so cold in such a hot day... " He dragged a thin bed over and wrapped it around her. "Don't worry, I will get the imperial physician to diagnose your pulse every night. Leave the prescription behind. You just need to grab the medicine and fry the medicine. I've asked before. This imperial physician specializes in treating Emperor Zhou's pulse. He's very capable."

As he spoke, he got someone to bring the Imperial Physician in. When Fu Ting saw that the Imperial Physician was blinded, he felt relieved. After he finished cutting the pulse, the imperial physician said, "The noble person has injuries of a knife and a sword on his body, as well as injuries to his internal organs. Is that so? "

"That's right." Ji Cheng quickly asked, "Did the old injury relapse? Is it dangerous? "

"It is indeed the relapse of the old injury..." The Imperial Physician frowned slightly. "This person's pulse is somewhat similar to an official whom I have treated before..."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ting took a closer look. Indeed, it was one of the imperial physicians Zhou Wen had sent over while he was recovering from the arrow. At that moment, she didn't dare to speak. She was afraid that she would expose herself when she spoke, so she could only give Ji Cheng a look.

Ji Cheng's thoughts were interlinked with hers. She only needed to think for a moment before she understood. "Let's not talk about the past. You just have to keep an eye on this person. When the illness is cured, I will let you go home. I will not say anything wrong." Although Zhongdu had fallen, the families of the common officials and officials who lived there were not affected by the flames of war. On that day, when Fu Zhizhi brought his troops into the Zhongdu City, he saw the civilians hiding by the windows and peeking at them along the way.

The Imperial Physician quickly kowtowed. "Thank you, Grand Marshal." After thanking him, he straightened up and said again, "This illness of a benefactor is not difficult to treat. It's just that in the future, he will have to be raised all year round. Do not suffer from the cold like you are now. " As he spoke, he thought, "Injuries to the heart and lungs are the most difficult to treat. A moment of carelessness and it becomes a tuberculosis. You must not be careless."

A word of tuberculosis scared Fu Ting. How could she not know that in this era, tuberculosis was incurable? The body that was hugged by Ji Cheng could not help but tremble. Ji Cheng immediately felt that he was hugging him tighter and repeatedly comforted, "I will cure you. I will definitely cure you." In his heart, he had already scolded the person who had shot the talisman pavilion's head countless times. He had also thought of many ways to torture him. He was just waiting to go back and let that person suffer one by one.

"Sir, did you prescribe a prescription?" Ji Cheng immediately became polite to the Imperial Physician. Seeing the Imperial Physician nod, he said, "Sir, please go to the room to write the prescription and bring it back." He repeatedly reminded the Imperial Physician to treat him properly before letting him go.

After putting the person down and lying down, Ji Cheng leaned against the outside and kept comforting him. "There are many capable people in the world. I will do my best to find a good doctor for the pavilion. You just need to take good care of your illness and don't have to worry about anything else."

That night, the two of them seemed to have returned to the time when they returned to the south, and there was no longer any suspicion or suspicion between them. The puppet talked until Fu Ting Zhi could not take it anymore and fell asleep. No one knew when Ji Cheng had left. The next day, Second Winter took the prescription and went to the streets to catch medicine. Fu Ting Zhi took two doses and indeed his breath became much longer. The original Imperial Physician of Dali came to invite his pulse and congratulated him. Zhu Hua and the others were happy.

Ji Cheng would come over for a few nights in a row. He would chat, read books, or talk about some good ideas to cure the world. After a few times of separation, their feelings for each other had improved by leaps and bounds.

On this day, the Talisman Pavilion had finally gotten better. It was more than a month since Zhou Wen arrived in South Hunting Dali. She tidied herself up and went to meet the Emperor early in the morning. Now, there was no longer the Imperial Court and the morning court. The meeting between Emperor Zhou Wen and the Talisman Pavilion was scheduled for breakfast.

Although the two of them were officials and ministers in name, Emperor Zhou Wen was actually the emperor. No one said anything. The meeting between the emperor and the emperor was naturally different from before. Emperor Zhou sat politely on the same level as Fu Ting. As for the Crown Prince, he sat at the bottom and accompanied him.

Although this was the case, the pavilion adhered to its propriety. It only used a little less before stopping. "What do you plan to do, Your Majesty?"