Chapter 725

In the study of Zhonghe hall, the king is reading a mountain of memorials.

The monarch is a tyrant and also a crazy monarch, but he is not too slack on the road of diligent governance.

Zhang Dequan is not here. He went to the palace of the national teacher. He is waiting on Zhang Dequan's son, who is also called Zhang. He is very strange. People in the palace call him Xiao Zhangzi.

Xiao Zhangzi learned from his godfather's usual practice of serving the monarch. When he should fan, he should add tea.

But in the middle of xiaozhangzi's fan, the monarch suddenly said in a deep voice: "step back!"

Xiao Zhang was shaking with fright!

Your majesty, what's the matter?

Didn't you serve me well?

The monarch said coldly, "call Zhang Dequan!"

"Yes

"Wait!"

"Your Majesty."

"Forget it."

Forget it. Which one?

Forget it, don't say it, you go, or forget it, don't go?

Serving your majesty is really not the work that ordinary people can do. If his godfather is here, he will understand your Majesty's meaning, but he doesn't understand!

The monarch doesn't know how many annoying eunuchs he killed with his staff. Will he end up dead?

Oh, Hello, I knew I would not flatter my godfather. I would not ask for this job!

"Your Majesty, Captain Guan, please see me." Outside, a young eunuch reported.

"Come in." The monarch said, frowning and glancing at Xiao Zhangzi, "fan."

Relieved, Xiao Zhang grabbed the fan and continued to fan for the monarch.

Guan Duwei and Wang Xu came to the palace to report the investigation to the monarch.

Wang Xu arched his hand and said: "tell your majesty, I went to the forest where they met the assassin, and didn't find any useful clues. The people in Duwei's mansion were going to arrest the drug boy for questioning, but they were stopped by the people in the National Palace. "

The monarch snorted coldly: "go to the palace of the national master to get people. You have a lot of courage."

Wang Xu lowered his head: "my subordinates know their mistakes."

Although Duwei house is the confidant of his majesty, the status of the imperial court is not as good as that of the National Palace.

There's nothing wrong with the drug grabbing boy's coming to torture. The mistake is that he wanted to grab it from the palace of the national master.

Where is the face of the National Teacher hall?

In fact, if it wasn't for the former woman who was waiting for the operation, Xiao LIULANG would have been called to Duwei's house to cooperate with the investigation.

"Keep looking." Said the king.

"Yes Wang Xu arched his hand and said, "I will leave."

He's coming here now to try his Majesty's way of speaking. Can he allow himself to take people from the National Palace.

It seems that the position of the National Palace in your Majesty's mind is still unshakable.

After Wang Xu left, the monarch continued to force himself to calm down and criticize the compromise.

All of a sudden, a small bean is poking around the door.

Seems to want to come in, and a little hesitant.

As soon as the monarch saw it, she drew back her cerebellar pouch.

Monarch light way: "see you, come in."

"Good." The little princess climbed up the high threshold and jumped in.

She didn't go around the desk to the king as usual. She stood on the opposite side of the desk, looking forward to the distance that the king couldn't hit her.

"No class today?" Asked the king.

"School is over." Said the little princess.

"What's the matter?" Asked the king.

"I..." the little princess was right, and her eyes were dripping. "I want to go outside the palace."

The little princess didn't know about shangguanyan. No one would tell such a thing to a child, and no one would dare to chew any tongue in front of her.

So she didn't know what was on the king's mind.

The monarch's face was as smelly as ever, but he didn't worry and didn't smell so bad. The little princess was used to it.

King: "where do you want to go?"

Little princess: "National Teacher hall."

Monarch: what do you do in the palace of national teacher

The little princess said with a guilty heart, "just play."

She had as like as two peas of her Majesty's uncle, and heard that the master of the army could do anything equal to anything. She wanted to ask him to help him turn out a similar thrush, so that she would not need to lie again and say he had borrowed the thrush.

The little princess chirped, "Your Majesty, uncle, take me."

The monarch picked up a fold: "I'm very busy."

Xiaojun said intelligently, "let Mr. Zhang take me."

Xiao Zhang was stunned.

The monarch said, "Zhang De is not at all."

Little princess, open your mouth.

The monarch blocked her retreat for a second: "no one else can."

The little princess shut her mouth.

The monarch thought that xiaodouding would play her invincible cry attack, who did not expect.

The little princess went away with her head down and her arms down.

Monarch:

Why don't you struggle?

……

National Palace.

Zhang Dequan wandered in the corridor many times. He felt that he had worn out the soles of his shoes.

He looked at the iron door held by the two dead men and said anxiously, "it's been more than an hour. Why can't it come out yet? Is the treatment not going well? "

He patted the palm of his hand with the back of his hand? What can we do? "

In the operating room, at the end of the operation, the pedicle screws have been inserted into the spine. The next step is to fix these screws with metal connecting rods.

In traditional operation, large incision is used to completely expose the wound, and the connecting rod can be directly put into the slot of pedicle screw.

But what Gu Jiao did was minimally invasive, so she had to use a special rod placement device to insert the rod from the tail rod of the pedicle screw, and then cross the slot of each nail.

This is a subcutaneous puncture. The slot is so big that Gu Jiao's hand can't shake at all, otherwise she won't get in.

The master looked at Gu Jiao for a moment.

Fortunately, Gu Jiao's hand is very stable.

"The cap." Gu Jiao said.

The master handed the nut to Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao tightened the sealing cap on one side, took out the stick holder, and carried the sealing cap on the other side.

Finally, remove the tail rod and sew up the wound.

Gu Jiao took out the protein thread and made the intradermal suture for shangguanyan. In this way, there is no need to remove the thread and it is more beautiful after recovery. The only thing is that it is more difficult than the outer dermal suture.

"You take her very seriously." Said the master.

"Not bad." Gu Jiao said.

"How is your brother's recovery?" he asked

Gu Jiao pick eyebrow way: "not bad."

Gu Jiao said that she was her friend when she introduced her to the national teacher, but Gu Yan had already called her sister during the operation, and Gu Jiao simply did not hide it.

Anyway, he knows too much, and this information is not bad.

After the operation, the master will call an experienced disciple to come over and send the man to the wing room with the stretcher car specially used in the master hall.

Gu Jiao: "well, I can also make a stretcher."

The national teacher is not bad.

Zhang Dequan saw shangguanyan was pushed out, rushed up and asked: "is the former woman OK?"

The master looked at Gu Jiao and said, "thanks to Dr. Xiao, the operation was very successful."

"Ah." Zhang Dequan looked at Gu Jiao in amazement. He didn't expect that the young man's medical skill was so good that he didn't understand the difficulty of the operation. He might be called "doctor" by the national teacher. Xiao LIULANG was the first one.

Thank you, Dr. Xiao Zhang Dequan also changed his mouth, "I will report your credit to the monarch."

Gu Jiao handed him a list directly.

Zhang Dequan was stunned: "this is --"

Gu Jiao: "diagnosis gold, medicine money, let your monarch give, no credit."

Zhang Dequan

The national master still has the common affairs in the hall to deal with. He left first and asked people to call Yu He before he left.

Gu Jiao came into the room with a small medicine box.

The other two disciples put shangguanyan on the bed and then retired.

Gu Jiao's operation was carried out directly from noon to afternoon. The weather was a little hot, but fortunately, the room was well ventilated, the breeze was gentle, and the fragrance of bamboo in the yard was not so dry.

Shangguanyan's operation is under general anesthesia. At the moment, the effect of the anesthetic is not dispersive. She sleeps soundly.

There was her little basket on the table, but Xiao Heng was not there.

"Why? What about Xianggong? " Gu Jiao also put the small medicine box on the table.

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Heng came in with a medicine basket.

He looks a little complicated.

Seeing Gu Jiao, he was stunned at first, then looked at shangguanyan on the bed: "how are you..."

Not shangguanyan, but you.

It's not just about the one who's more injured.

Gu Jiao said, "I'm fine. She's also very good. The operation was very successful."

"Will the stitches be removed in a few days?" Xiao Heng's impression, surgery is to remove the stitches, the general demolition will be cured.

"No stitching." Gu Jiao shook her head, "but half a year to a year later to take nails, depending on her recovery."

"Nails?" Xiao Heng's pupil shrank.

"She had eight screws on her spine," Gu said

Xiao Heng's eyes were cool, and his big palm became a fist.

His mind flashed the back of her seriously digging watermelon, also flashed holding the watermelon to him, afraid of being rejected by him, as well as the injury and loneliness flashed through her eyes when he didn't reach for it.

He didn't know she would be like this, he didn't know

Gu Jiao gently grabbed Xiao Heng's cold finger: "she will get better."

Xiao Heng grabs Gu Jiao's hand, like the last light and reason in the dark.

His mood gradually subsided.

"Well, she'll be fine."

He put the medicine basket on the table.

They did not separate their hands. They looked at each other and said, "your feet."

One sprained and the other scratched, which was not obvious earlier. However, after standing for a long time, their feet swelled up high and almost stretched out their shoes.

"Let me see."

"Let me see."

The two of them spoke together again.

Gu Jiao bent the corner of her lips and said, "it's OK. I've wiped the medicine."

"I wiped it, too." Xiao Heng said.

Having said that, they still insisted on seeing each other's trouble.

Although Gu Jiao's feet are horribly swollen, they are not serious. Xiao Heng's wound is deep. Gu Jiao gives him medicine and bandages again.

Gu Jiao put the gauze and scissors in place.

Looking at her busy figure, Xiao Heng asked, "how did you get rid of Han Ye?"

Gu Jiao said about Gu Changqing's appearance: "unfortunately, Qi Xuan suddenly appears and saves Han Ye."

Otherwise, he will die under Gu Changqing's sword.

Of course, Han Ye is not happy. Don't be too early. Gu Changqing cuts off two tendons of his feet with one sword. Even if he doesn't die, he is half useless.

"By the way, what's this?" Gu Jiao sat down on the stool beside Xiao Heng, pointed to the medicine basket on the table and asked.

Xiao Heng said, "Ye Qing, the first disciple of the National Teacher's hall, just came here. He said that it was the medicine prepared by the national teacher for you."

"Well? I didn't ask him for herbs. " Gu Jiao holds the medicine basket to her leg and turns it over. "It's not very necessary medicine. It can't be used."

It seems that Ye Qing's medicine delivery is fake, and his message is true.

Is it his own meaning or the instruction of the national teacher?

If it was the teacher's instruction, why did the teacher do so?

He was specially shown the portrait of the emperor's eldest grandson.

If he is really just an ordinary medicine boy, the national teacher will not do so.

But I changed my face. How did the national master recognize it?

Is it true that, as the folk legend says, the great master of Yan knows astronomy and geography, divination and destiny?

Dong Dong Dong.

There was a knock outside the door.

"I'm Yu He, a disciple of the National Teacher hall. Is Mr. Xiao here? I asked the kitchen to make some food for you

Gu Jiao yawned: "come in."

Yu he stepped into the room and put the food box on the table: "I'm next door. If you need anything, please call me."

"Good." Gu Jiao said.

Yu he looked at the two men holding hands tightly, opened his mouth, didn't say anything, turned and went out.

It's a man, but... It's a match.

Xiao Heng has no appetite.

Can think of Gu Jiao did not eat all day, he asked: "hungry?"

Gu Jiao yawned again: "well... It's OK."

Xiao Heng asked softly, "are you tired?"

Gu Jiao sat up straight and her eyes were as big as brass bells: "I'm not tired!"

Xiao Heng said, "eat something and then sleep."

Gu Jiao: "good."

The next second, Xiao Heng's shoulder sank, and Gu Jiao's head fell down and fell asleep.

Xiao Heng felt a burst of heartache and sadness.

He put down the cover of the food box, put his hand on Gu Jiao's head, slowly stood up, arms around her back and knees, and gently held her to the bed.

Her energy is as strong as xiaojingkong. She seldom gets tired like this. She passes by quietly, but the fight with Han Ye is not so simple.

Xiao Heng gently rolled up her sleeve and saw the ferocious wound.

One, two, three.

She just stood on the operating table with her swollen feet and raised the scalpel with her scarred arms.

Xiao Heng's eyes were slightly hot and his chest swelled.

Probably only in such a time, his eyes dare to reveal the emotion without concealment.

He doesn't want to stand behind his back and watch the people around him get hurt one by one.

Since you can't stay out of the whirlpool, let the Han family, the prince... All of you... Get involved together!

"How old is the emperor's eldest grandson?"

"Nineteen."

"Do you know the exact date of birth?"

"It's like the twelfth lunar month."

"So coincidentally, my birthday is also December, which is new year's Eve."

Xiao Heng sat quietly at the table, looking at the picture he had brought from the library.

Then, he studied the ink, silently picked up the brush at hand, dipped in a drop of ink.

……

"Your majesty

A carriage stopped at the gate of the National Teacher's hall, and the disciples of the National Teacher's Hall rushed forward to salute.

The monarch led the four-year-old Princess out of the carriage.

Zhang Dequan was with him.

The king pointed to the towering gate in front of him and said, "this is the palace where you want to come."

Little princess: "Wow!"

The monarch snorted, "Wow, it's not as big as the palace."

"It's still going to be WOW!"

She is a child with a sense of ceremony.

After getting out of the carriage, the monarch released the hand of the little princess and let xiaodouding go by himself.

His stride is bigger than usual, and xiaodouding is a little hard to catch up with.

The king went straight to the Qilin hall.

Just to the door, they met the prince and his party.

They mean the prince, the prince's palace guards and several servants holding the brocade box.

The prince of Ming didn't come because he was forbidden by the king.

When the prince saw the monarch, he saluted respectfully: "father

Little princess politely said hello: "Prince cousin."

The prince said with a pleasant smile, "Xiaoxue is also here."

The little princess nodded: "well, I come here to play!"

"What are you doing here?" The king asked the prince.

The prince said, "if you go back to your father, I'll visit the third sister."

The monarch's face sank and said to the prince, "who told you that she was still your sister?"

The prince bowed himself to salute: "father, calm down! I hope my father and Emperor will forgive me for my failure. "

"Hum." The king coldly went into the hall of Qilin hall and went to the corridor on the right.

The prince respectfully follows the monarch, half a step behind him. As he walks, he says casually: "my son has just received the news. Han Ye, he... Has an accident."

"What can happen to him? It's still in the palace in the morning. "

The prince said quietly, "it happened after he left the palace. On the way back to the palace, he was plotted and his feet were seriously injured. The assassin is still missing."

Before the words were heard, the monarch opened shangguanyan's room.

Several people saw a clear and tall figure sitting by the bed.

Wearing a plain white gown, green silk like ink, I picked a finger and fixed it at the back of my head with a white hair band.

The breeze blows up his hair band and green silk, which slowly exudes a scholarly temperament like ink painting, but also reveals a trace of royal dignity.

"Who are you?" Asked the prince, frowning.

The other side stood up and turned slowly.

The prince's heart suddenly surged with an ominous premonition.

Don't make him turn around! No!

No——

Unfortunately, it's late.

As like as two peas, he turned around and showed the same face as the teenager on the portrait.

Ruifeng's eyes, teardrops.

The 19-year-old's handsome face has a trace of clean youth.

The crown prince suddenly changed color!

The monarch looked at Xiao Heng and walked towards him step by step.