Ruan Yuyi reached out and gestured towards the bench opposite, "Master, please sit down." After saying that, she reached out to the tea handle to pour tea for him. She didn't even notice it, her fingertips were trembling imperceptibly.
He took the newly poured tea and poured it out thanks.
She nodded and thought about what she wanted to ask. After a long while, she finally asked, "Dare you ask the young master's name?" There was a drum in her heart, which made her panic.
This person is a straight-tempered person. When she asked, he just answered:
"My surname is Yuan and my first name is Yu Huai."
When she heard that it was not that name, she felt relieved. She smiled a little self-deprecatingly. She was so confused. How could a person come back to life?
If her brother knew that she had such thoughts, he would probably laugh at her.
The two of them chatted casually, but it was mostly him who did the talking.
Yuan Yuhuai picked up the tea cup, raised his head and lost most of the cup. His eyes were slightly dazed under the mask, as if he was telling some distant story, "I was distracted by something, and I haven't returned home for a long time. I poured it myself."
It doesn’t matter, I just think of the fact that I still have a widowed mother and a weak sister at home——"
She was silent for a while, added some tea for him, and said comfortingly, "Your mother and sister will definitely not have the heart to blame you. It would be good to go back."
It's better than being on the frontier with no bones left, and having to ask your family to place their affection on things and smell the fragrance in the air.
"Looking at the young master's words, does it mean he has never returned home?" If he had returned, he wouldn't have stayed outside.
He rubbed the cup in his hand and said, "My home is not in Beijing, and there is still a way to go back." His voice was low and very gentle, but she could hear the urgency in it.
She took out a purse from her sleeve, put it on the desk, and pushed it towards him, "I think the young master will use this." Inside was some broken silver and a jade pendant, which was more than enough to spend on the way home.
Yuan Yuhuai thought about it and knew that he was dozing off and the pillow came at the right time, so he said, "Girl, good deeds are rewarded with good things. I just don't know where to pay back the money?" He grabbed the snow-green satin purse and tightened his grip.
tight.
"There is no need to pay it back, you can just use it."
She had already kept the part for medical treatment, and if she wanted to return it, it would be really inconvenient. She couldn't ask him to go to the palace to find someone.
He hesitated for a moment, then saw that her clothes were extraordinary, so he accepted her and thanked her profusely.
At this moment, the clerk from the medical clinic came from next door and said that the doctor had returned.
Ruan Yuyi stood up and bowed. Yuan Yuhuai said, "I still have something to do. I just want you to take care of me. I'm sorry to be with you." After saying her words, she left.
She caught a glimpse of some men in black clothes at another table getting up and trying to follow them. She glanced over and the guards had to return to their seats.
Stepping out of the threshold, Mu Xiang happened to come back with a bag of chestnuts, "Miss? The doctor is back?" She glanced at the waiter on the side.
Ruan Yuyi hummed and explained in a few words what she had just encountered.
Mu Xiang was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say. She echoed her curiosity a few words, fearing that it would arouse the young lady's sadness again, but if it weren't really so similar, the young lady finally got better and wouldn't suddenly think of it.
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The doctor was already waiting at the hospital, so he rested his feet and took some tea to quench his thirst.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Ruan Yuyi, motioning her to sit down first, "What's the girl's symptom?" while adjusting the small pillow in front of him for his wrist.
She lowered her eyes and said slowly, "A doctor diagnosed the Ximai pulse before. I had doubts in my mind, so I came here to confirm."
She put her wrist on it, and Mu Xiang took a gauze and covered it with her.
The doctor adjusted his breathing and checked the pulse several times, frowned slightly, and said, "This is a misdiagnosis. It is said that the happy pulse is very easy to identify, so this mistake should not be made."
Her heart sank and her face turned pale. She also vaguely knew in her heart that this was being set up.
The imperial doctor was someone close to the Queen Mother - it seemed that the Queen Mother regarded her as a thorn in her flesh and insisted on pinning the charge of bullying the emperor on her head. She actually thought of being more filial in the past.
Her eyelashes trembled. But he had already determined that she was pregnant, so he seemed to care a little.
At this moment, she seemed to be forced to the edge of the cliff, and her whole body felt cold. Maybe there was only one way left - to give birth a few months later, which could be easily fooled.
She asked the doctor for a prescription to "keep in good health".
Seeing that her face was not looking good, the doctor gave her a few instructions, wrote down a prescription, and ordered the clerk to prepare the pills. After a while, the pills were wrapped in oil paper and handed to her. What else did he say to her?
Take it regularly.
"Thank you." She pinched the greased paper, her fingertips turned white.
As long as you stop using the decoction to avoid him and hide it from him, you'll be fine. That's right, that's all...
After quitting her job as a doctor, she walked slowly in the market, obviously a little absent-minded.
Mu Xiang squeezed her palm soothingly in return for her hand. When passing the teahouse, Mu Xiang peeked inside, but the young man in the Nuo mask that the young lady mentioned was nowhere to be seen.
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It is said that Yuan Yuhuai called a carriage to the river bank. Cars and boats were coming and going on the bank, and there were also boatmen shouting loudly to pull people, which was very prosperous.
He looked around before abandoning the car and getting on board.
He dodged the Khitan's pursuers all the way and fled to the capital. He was afraid that the Khitan would find out, so he hid his face.
After being hit by a sword that year, he was brought back by the Khitan people for treatment. While he was recuperating, the Khitan people did not stop trying to win over him. They persisted in this way until he found an opportunity to escape.
He looked back in the direction of the Imperial City.
However, it is not convenient to meet the saint for a while, so why not go back to Wuzhou to visit the widowed mother and sisters first, to reassure them first, and also to take this opportunity to avoid the pursuers - those people are probably pursuing them as far as the capital.
The boatman rowed the boat while chatting with him, "Young master, you came at the right time. If you had come earlier, you wouldn't have been able to use this waterway."
"Oh?" Yuan Yuhuai's voice rose, "How do you say it?"
The boatman sighed heavily, "Isn't this something special this year? The rivers are all frozen, which has almost cut off our livelihood. Fortunately, it has been a little warmer in the past few days. Do you know about Concubine Jin in the palace?
"
In fact, he had not heard of it, so he couldn't bear to disturb the boatman's conversation, so he nodded in agreement.
The boatman continued, "Thanks to her reminding the emperor, someone was sent to break the ice on the river."
He complimented a few words casually, but felt something was wrong in his heart. Not to mention that women in the palace rarely knew about civil affairs, and the ancestral precepts stipulated that the harem was not allowed to participate in politics. I am afraid that the new emperor did this in her name.
, in order to gain a good reputation for the Concubine Jin in the boatman's mouth.
As for why the new emperor is like this——
He looked at the receding scenery around him and thought no more.
The boatman was probably bored and still kept talking to him. Yuan Yuhuai agreed casually, but his mind wandered to Wuzhou in the south of the Yangtze River.
I don’t know if my mother-in-law and sister will forgive him as the girl just said, but even if they have to be beaten or scolded, he is willing to take it.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes were very similar to Ruan Yuyi's.