"Isn't it? It's hard for you to leave your hometown at such a young age and come here to shoulder such a heavy burden for the emperor. And I have to say that Master Pan is a good teacher! Looking at the young people of your generation in the court, you are still considered
Master Pan is the leader." What he said was a bit exaggerated. Although on the surface, Pan Zhuqing's status is now superior to Zhao Changyuan's, everyone knows that whoever has the military power is the real protagonist.
In the special era of the Song Dynasty, even the commander-in-chief of the three armies did not necessarily have military power. To explain this in a simple and easy-to-understand way, a commander-in-chief without military power is like a temporary external project manager. He can make a deal and finish the war.
He is just a mere commander. Neither the troops nor the assets of the troops have anything to do with him. He only has one title. A commander with military power, such as Zhao Changyuan, is equivalent to a CEO with shares in the company. Which one is more important?
Heavy, obvious.
Pan Zhuqing is not a confused person, and of course he understands this truth. But when the other person flatters him with nice words, he always has to bite the bullet and continue: "Master Zhong, you are really too generous. The younger generation is stupid in nature, but he just follows the rules in everything. That's all."
Only the current Holy One can tolerate such unreasonable people as the younger generation."
Eunuch Zhong smiled and said: "Hey, you see what you said, the emperor just likes you, so he entrusts you with the important task of supervising the army! You are the first one in the emperor's eyes now."
Even in summary, Pan Zhuqing's arm has not been able to pull over Zhao Changyuan's thigh. But the new trick of supervising the army is also a real tightening curse placed on Zhao Changyuan's head by the old guy of the emperor. As the saying goes, the king is good.
There is really no room for others to sleep soundly beside the pillow.
Pan Zhuqing was a little impatient with his endless flattery and simply responded to him: "Master Zhong is also the closest person to the emperor now. I almost forgot to congratulate you."
"Hey, I don't dare to take it seriously. If it weren't for that child's failure, how could Zhong be where he is today." The implication is that without him, Pan Zhuqing, Zhong wouldn't be where he is today.
Pan Zhuqing raised her long eyebrows and said with a smile: "Then let's drink to Tong Xian's deserved punishment."
Pan Zhuqing was even more confused: "What does this have to do with that girl?"
Eunuch Zhong still kept his voice very low, but he finally made it clear what happened: "The emperor's headaches are getting worse and worse, and the doctors are helpless. A few days ago, Doctor Zheng recommended this Fu Yun to the emperor.
Girl, after telling me that she is a famous doctor, a hidden genius. That’s why... Zhong’s profession is now possible.”
After hearing this, Pan Zhuqing's raised eyebrows relaxed involuntarily. "That's it."
"But Mr. Pan, what is the connection between Fu Yun and General Zhao's family?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Zhong wants to get a feel for this girl, for fear of offending some god inadvertently in the future." A girl with no power and no relatives, is neither Zhao Xiong's mistress nor Zhao Changyuan's concubine.
But living a life similar to that of a young lady in the Zhao Mansion is an incredible thing. For a well-informed person like Eunuch Zhong, the people who are incomprehensible are often the most noteworthy people.
Pan Zhuqing looked at the half-empty wine glass in front of him and said casually: "I only have one piece of advice for this junior."
"All ears."
"Offending this girl is equivalent to offending Zhao Changyuan's precious wife. Do you understand?"
"Understood." Eunuch Zhong nodded repeatedly. He knew the truth very well. He would rather offend Zhao Changyuan himself than his precious wife. "Then will Mr. Zhong stay away from this girl from now on, or..."
Pan Zhuqing simply warned him without thinking about it: "It's not easy for a girl to enter the palace alone. Master Zhong had better take care of her."
"Zhong knows it well."
After the banquet, Pan Zhuqing sent Eunuch Zhong to the post house where he was staying, and then he took a carriage back to the mansion, tired from a hard day's work.
After getting off the carriage and just about to step onto the steps, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a gaze on him in the darkness on the left side. Without turning around, he knew who it was. The fragrance that made him feel comfortable and comfortable followed.
The early winter night wind blew towards him.
He dismissed the coachman and walked toward the waiting figure in the darkness alone. When he met those eager but hesitant eyes, he said in a somewhat unhappy tone: "It's so late, why are you here? Forget me.
What did I say to you?"
Fu Yun ignored his dissatisfaction and expressed his troubles helplessly and angrily: "Brother Pan...the emperor...called me into the palace..."
Pan Zhuqing's face was as calm as the cold moon that night: "I heard about it."
"What should I do?" Her expression was a bit complicated, with panic, tension and anger filling her originally cold face.
Pan Zhuqing rarely saw her lose her composure, and he knew the reason for her complicated emotions. He raised his hand and patted her thin shoulder, and gently comforted her: "Don't worry, the emperor just wants you to go and do it for him."
To diagnose and treat a headache, you just have to do your best. The entire imperial medical bureau can't do anything. Even if you can't cure it, it's not a big deal."
"But I don't want to see that person. It was he who said that my father and I were both untouchables, and it was he who personally kicked my father out of the Imperial Medical Bureau."
"My father has never done anything bad in his life. He only cares about treating diseases and saving people. It doesn't matter if he insults me, but I can't let go of insulting my father. Now that he wants me to go back to treat him, do I have to go back? Why? I
Not willing to give in!"
"If I can't cure him, how will he insult me?"
"I dont go."
She spoke a lot in one breath, her tone getting heavier and her emotions getting more and more emotional. But after she finished venting, the period of dead silence that followed made her feel a little regretful. The person she was criticizing was the aloof emperor.
She herself is just a commoner who lives like an ant, and the person standing in front of her and listening to her pour out her bitterness is a god-like existence in her mind. But in the final analysis, he is still a minister who needs to rely on the emperor's breath to survive.
What can he do?
Who knew that after Pan Zhuqing quietly listened to her venting, he was silent for a moment, and then said seriously: "If you really don't want to, I will find a way for you."
"Seriously?" Fu Yun couldn't believe his ears.
Pan Zhuqing nodded slightly: "I will do my best." A faint promise, but it seemed to have the strength of a thousand pounds, making Fu Yun's restless heart instantly calm down. He is such a man, as cold as an iceberg, but people can't help it.
Not convinced.
"Thank you, Brother Pan!" Fu Yun was filled with joy and emotion. In her opinion, no matter what the outcome was, with Pan Zhuqing's promise, she would not hesitate even if she walked into a sea of swords and fire.
The smile on Pan Zhuqing's face seemed to be gone, and he said lightly: "I'll take you back."
Fang Yun turned his face sideways and pointed to the carriage in the dark at the corner of the street: "Actually, Yue Yue is waiting for me. She came with me."
Pan Zhuqing looked in the direction she pointed, and saw that the spacious carriage was surrounded by several soldiers with round waists and broad shoulders, holding guns on their horses, with iron armor and scales, and tassels in their hands, exuding a cold air under the moonlight. Chill. He couldn't help but secretly praise Gong Yueyue for being an unusually shrewd woman. When had she ever gone out in such a battle before? She must have also suspected that Fu Yun's disaster that day was not an accident. In the end, he was satisfied. He nodded and said, "Then I'll watch you get in the car."
The carriage started slowly under Pan Zhuqing's gaze, and gradually disappeared into the darkness, with no color visible. But Pan Zhuqing still stood there for a long time.
At this moment, only he knew that he actually had no idea in his mind that he could help Fu Yun. But somehow, watching a woman turn from worry to joy because of his words, she burst into tears and smiled, and she felt confident about leaving her. Giving it to him actually made him feel an indescribable joy.
At this time, Gong Yueyue in the carriage also sincerely praised Pan Zhuqing's extraordinary magic power: "Wow, Marshal Pan is so awesome. With just a few words, our sad and troubled Beauty Fu came back full of joy. "
Fu Yun is not a shy girl. She is happy when she is happy. That thick smile always hangs on her lips and refuses to fade away: "He said he would find a way for me."
"I just said he had lots of ideas." Gong Yueyue was proud of her persistence today. If she hadn't forced Fu Yun out, I'm afraid the girl would still be crying in the room. "By the way, have you asked him? Why did the emperor summon you to the palace? Does he want you to be the queen?"
Fu Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This stinky girl's problem of not being serious after two sentences was simply untreatable. "Fuck you! You're just going to be the queen! You're always not serious!"
But she still underestimated the lower limit of Gong Yueyue's moral integrity. "I will try it if I have a chance, and create a harem story about Concubine Gong." After saying that, Xiao Nizi smiled extremely. "When the time comes, I will let someone take care of me. Pan Zhuqing stripped off her clothes, washed them, and sent them to you in a five-flowered bundle."
"I will tell your husband-in-law what you said and let him tear you apart!" Fu Yun, who was blushing because of the other party's unrestrained dirty talk, could only move Zhao Changyuan out to repair her. No wonder Du Ruotong wanted to tear her mouth out at every turn.
But "Queen" Gong didn't pay any attention to Fu Yun's warning. Instead, she shamelessly patted her own face and said with a smile: "It's okay. With your skillful hands, I will definitely be able to help me sew even more beautifully than I do now."
Fu Yun had no choice but to laugh along with her playful smile. But in the end, he remembered the troubles before her now: "I really wish my hands were useless now."
Seeing the sadness on her face again, Gong Yueyue had to hide her smile and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
"The emperor summoned me to the palace so that I could diagnose and treat his headache." (To be continued)