Chapter 170： Extra six

And in this quiet and tidy street of dignitaries, the status of Prince He is the most noble. +++The latest Danmei novel ranking: www.novelhall.com

The guard knocked on the door, and after a while, the doorman's voice sounded: "The prince (body shen) is ill, and it is inconvenient to see guests recently. Please come back."

Gu Yuanbai slowly said, "Bump away."

The guards behind him rushed over from his side. Gu Yuanbai looked up and looked at the plaque on the top of the palace that said "He Prince's Mansion". These four characters were written like dragons and phoenixes, and he was about to rush out of the plaque. The concierge inside the gate let out an exclamation, and Gu Yuanbai recovered. The gate had been knocked open, and the concierge ran away rolling.

Gu Yuanbai raised his hand, preventing people from continuing to walk in. He reserved the last bit of face for the Prince He and took someone to wait in front of the palace. Tian Fusheng brought him a chair.

Soon, a group of people came hurriedly, headed by the tired (color) face of the prince and the princess. They were shocked when they saw Gu Yuanbai, and hurried over to kneel and bow, the only one standing still After finishing the salute with the prince and the princess, he said cautiously: "Shengshang Wan'an, the prince is very ill recently, and his concubine is in charge of making the mansion closed."

The prince and the prince did not let the imperial doctor know his pulse. What the imperial doctor guessed was that he was suffering from a heart disease with the prince. Gu Yuanbai believed in half. Now when he talks to the princess like this, he doesn't show his face and sighs: "I sent an imperial doctor to come to treat the Prince He, but the Prince He was very frightened. I was sick with the Prince for a few days, and I was very worried. Where is he now? I will go and take a look at him."

He stopped talking with the prince and concubine, turned around and took the saint and walked towards the mansion. She fell behind, the steward was leading the way, and the prince said: "Holy, the prince has the wind and cold, you must not leave it. It’s too close, you can’t get sick."

Gu Yuanbai smiled, "I will."

Tian Fusheng and the prince and concubine were kindly invited to leave. After leaving with the only master here in the prince’s mansion, the remaining servants were obviously trembling. ,"lead the way."

*

When the Prince He went home in a torrential rain last time, everyone in He Prince Mansion was taken aback.

The heavy rain that day hurt people's faces, and they were very embarrassed with the prince, the hair was broken up, and what was more frightening was that there was a little blood on the prince's clothes.

The Princess He was so scared that she was dizzy. Finally, she was relieved to learn that the Prince He was not injured, but in the end, the Princess He realized that he was relieved early.

After returning with the prince, he became irritable and uncertain. The servants in the palace would always anger the prince at some inexplicable points, and the prince would get angry and be more uncertain than ever. The face (color) was gloomy and terrifying like a Yama.

The princess could not persuade the prince, nor dared to go forward to persuade.

But except for the few days after returning home, the next few days and the prince seemed to have returned to normal. But then, when the prince and the prince ran into the two young men and talked intimately, they suddenly thundered.

He Prince Mansion has been shrouded in a suppressed atmosphere for more than ten days.

In front of the door of the master bedroom, the little servant who came to inform in advance trembled, and whispered to the crack of the door: "Master, the sage is coming soon."

A heavy response came from the room, the door was opened quickly, and a gentle scholar walked out.

The scholar is a guest in the palace, his surname is Wang, and Mr. Wang said, "I will be ready to welcome the Holy Spirit."

*

After skipping the kneeling man, Tian Fusheng stepped forward and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of medicine floated out. Gu Yuanbai was already very familiar with these medicines. As soon as he smelled the smell, he knew that they were medicines for curing wind and cold.

Gu Yuanbai shouted towards the door: "With the prince?"

There was no light in the dark bedroom, and the heavy and pale light only illuminated a place where no one was on the ground. Gu Yuanbai yelled out, and after a while, a hoarse voice sounded: "Holy Master, don’t come close. ."

Just listening to this voice, I feel that he and the prince are very sick.

Gu Yuanbai taught: "You have been ill for more than ten days, and you don't even go to the early morning. I sent an imperial doctor to treat you, but you didn't even let the imperial doctor in."

There was a moment of silence with the prince, "The Lord is caring about the minister?"

But the words just fell off, and the prince said again: "Forget it, the minister does not want to know."

Gu Yuanbai: "..."

What's wrong with the prince?

Gu Yuanbai raised his long eyebrows and was about to lift his foot into the house. The Prince He in the room should have heard the footsteps, and said: "The minister has caught the wind, the saint should take care of the dragon body, stay away from the minister, and don't come in."

"That's it," Gu Yuanbai stopped and followed the trend. "I brought an imperial doctor, and the prince is a minister of Daheng Brachial Stock. A wind chill lasted more than ten days. After all, it was right. The body is not good. Now let them come to see and treat the prince and I can let go of my heart."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor walked into the bedroom from behind him. Gu Yuanbai walked slowly to the end, Tian Fusheng hesitated to say something, trying to persuade the saint not to go in, but he dared not stop the saint's decision.

Sure enough, there was no light in the bedroom.

Lying with the prince on the (bed chuang), covered with a thick quilt from head to toe, he only stretched out one hand from the quilt to let the imperial doctor take the pulse.

The three imperial doctors took the pulse one by one, and came over to Gu Yuanbai and said, "Holy, and the prince are suffering from wind-cold disease."

Gu Yuan squinted his eyes.

From the inside out, he felt wrong everywhere.

The sage didn’t speak, and the doctor didn’t dare to look up. The Prince He in the quilt seemed to feel that something was wrong. The quilt fluctuated a bit. Gu Yuanbai strode forward, grabbing the quilt and lifting it up sharply. The person completely (exposed) came out.

The eyes of the Prince He are black and the lips (dry gan) are cracked, and there is faint (dry gan) blood (color). At this moment, he was suddenly lifted the quilt, his eyes were full of surprise, and he was looking at Gu Yuanbai by surprise.

Gu Yuanbai loosened his hands, and the heavy quilt fell on Prince He again. He didn't change his face (color), and after seeing the face (color) of Prince He, he frowned and said, "Why do Prince He cover his nose and mouth? This is not beneficial to your condition."

"..." The Prince He avoided his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "The minister was afraid that he was sickened by the sage."

Gu Yuanbai was silent for a while, and asked Tian Fusheng to move a chair by the bed. He sat aside and sighed and said: "And the prince, you have to take care of your body."

The hand that had just been pulsed with the prince was placed on the side. Gu Yuanbai patted the back of his hand twice, shaking with the prince, and clenched his fist.

Tian Fusheng courageously persuaded in a low voice: "Holy Lord, and the prince should rest more. Come out quickly and be careful of getting sick."

The chief guard also persuaded him, Gu Yuanbai got up after all, took the quilt with his own hands, and covered it with the prince.

The body was slightly bent, the blue silk on his back followed in front of his eyes, and the precious palace smell came, and the look (color) in the Prince's eyes was deep.

Dirty, deep and dark.

Muddy can't be shaken generally.

He tilted his head repressed, and closed his eyes to rest.

Sheng Shang straightened up, saw him look like this, did not say anything, went out quietly.

After a while, the voice outside the door finally calmed down. The door was closed, and the sins scattered in the groggy bedroom. Suddenly the door was pushed open by a crack. Mr. Wang walked in and said, "The Lord, the Lord has left the palace."

He said to the prince: "It's good to leave."

"The sage cares about you very much," Mr. Wang said softly, "Why the prince hurt his body and ran to pour cold water in the middle of the night."

He hummed with the prince, feeling funny, he shook his head, sat up from the (bed chuang), "what do you know?"

Gu Yuanbai cared about him.

*

On the carriage returning to the palace, Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes and rested. The imperial doctor took his pulse and looked at his face (color) carefully. His expression was slightly relaxed, "The Holy Master is still OK."

"Well," Gu Yuanbai replied, seeming to ask casually, "How many days have you seen the prince's illness?"

The doctor shook his head embarrassedly.

Gu Yuanbai no longer embarrassed him, but propped his head to think about things alone.

The saint once stipulated that horses should not be used in the downtown area, and horse-drawn carriages also have speed limits. Therefore, people who drive are extremely slow, horses’ hoofs are kicking, and the bumps are sucked by layers of blankets, and the carriage is as stable as the ground. .

After a while, Gu Yuanbai opened his eyes suddenly. He lifted the curtains and looked out, and he saw a group of people punching and kicking at the corner of an alley deep in the alley.

"...Wonderful skills..."

"Carpenter's tatters..."

"...Being a scholar in vain."

The broken words fell into Gu Yuanbai's ears intermittently. Gu Yuanbai swept around and fixed his gaze on the fragmented wood fragments. Seeing that, it should be a self-made crossbow.

Gu Yuanbai said decisively: "Stop the horse. Zhang Xu, bring that person to me."

*

Xu Ning felt that she was dying.

He tightly guarded his head and hands, curled up together, and was beaten in a corner in embarrassment and embarrassment. The crossbow and bow made earlier had been smashed into pieces by them. He thought he could rely on this hand of woodworking to make them admit their mistakes, but he did not expect that his favorite things would not save him.

Shi, agriculture, industry and commerce.

Xu Ning already had a reputation as a talented scholar, and he shouldn't have been so embarrassed.

But he prefers those strange skills and craftsmanship. He dismantles and studies all the wooden things in his home. The more you study, the more you love it.

But other people think that it is a shame that he is a talented person who likes this, it is a wrong way. Those people look down on him, not only look down on him, but also jealous that he has passed the exam, so they want to ruin him.

The thing he loves the most is the pressure that he can't bear. He also loves and hates the craftsman during his life, and even has a bit of resentment.

But if he wants to stop, he is reluctant to stop.

Xu Ning's face was full of tears. He held his breath and was kicked again.

Just as he was desperate, he suddenly remembered a few screams behind him. Xu Ning raised his head and saw a few tall people approaching and said in a deep voice, "Come here."

Xu Ning staggered to his feet, looking at the extraordinary carriage in the alley with trepidation, "Who are you!"

The chief guard rushed back to the saint's side and said concisely: "Your noble man."

There was a crisp sound from the porcelain outside the window, and Gu Yuanbai's lazy expression was closed, and he said sharply, "Who?!"

The head guard flew to the window, his sharp eyes staring at the dazed little servant who he knew was the close servant next to the prince. The head guard's serious face slowly slowed down. When he looked down, the celadon bowl had been torn apart, and red blood was spilled on the ground. On the wall and on the lacquered guardrail, the blood was scattered and dissolved by the rainwater flying diagonally outside the corridor, and slowly followed. The stairs flowed into the green grass storm.

Red as if hiding sins.

Gu Yuanbai then walked out. He looked at the embarrassed blood, his face (color) changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

There was a thunder in the sky, and the dim weather was suddenly bright.

The little servant who was alone here whitened his face (color). He thumped and knelt on the ground, shaking his body as if he was sick, "Holy, this is the deer blood sent by the prince."