Shen Junzhuo mentioned to him that the daughter of Yongzhou Governor Li Cunren knew some medical skills and might be recruited into the palace to try it out. However, his illness had to be hidden from others, so this woman naturally had to hide from others when she entered the palace.
Just pretend to be a disguise. Could it be that this disguise is just a disguise?
He looked at the Miss Li again, neither humble nor arrogant, calm and comfortable, without the usual vigilance and anxiety, more calm and calm, but obviously different from the palace people, with a pure and clean face.
He also showed some sympathy. He smiled in his heart, letting such a person approach him at this time. What would Shen Junzhuo do?
It’s not that he can’t trust him, but that every day he has on this throne is a trembling day...
There are strong enemies around the outside and civil rebellion inside. Government affairs cannot be held in one's own hands, and military power has to rely on others. Even the empress has the final say in the harem. He, as an emperor, is truly a coward.
He had to doubt everyone, even those who live and die together were no exception.
But sometimes, he had to lower his figure and please some people, such as Shen Junzhuo.
He really hated such a life. If he could, he really wanted to pick up the knife and kill him!
But after thinking about it, he retreated again. No, the bloody scene even the memories were painful. Sometimes when I dreamed at midnight, the scenes that once made him frightened!
He is such a contradictory person who is determined to do something, but he does not follow his wishes in everything and has constraints on everything.
He showed a bleak smile, trying to make people feel as if they were bathed in spring breeze, and his throat was itchy. He couldn't help but want to cough. Another shocking cough, he felt like a knife was stabbing his chest, but he wanted to put it in a slight way.
All the internal organs have to be coughed out.
Shu Yao stood aside, and couldn't stand his cough like this. When he got a little better, he said:
"The official family should take the medicine quickly, but it's better not to eat the candied fruit."
Emperor Zhao responded vaguely, took the bowl from Fuquan's hand, frowned, raised his neck to drink the medicine dry, the bitterness in his mouth soon spread, the nasal cavity was filled with the bitterness of medicine, and the stomach
He began to churn. He took a few sips of tea before diluting the bitterness a little. Some sweat oozed out of his unusually white face.
The doctor is kind-hearted. Since the identity is no longer hidden at this time, Shu Yao felt a little reluctant to see Emperor Zhao's appearance and said to the palace maid standing next to him:
"Come and get the candlelight and wait until I put the needle in, the official will feel much more comfortable."
Emperor Zhao gasped slightly and said weakly:
"It's been a labor."
As he said that, he slowly lay down with Fuquan's strength.
Shu Yao didn't know what to say, but she didn't expect that Emperor Zhao was such a person, which was very different from the majesty and solemnity she imagined.
A palace maid brought the candlestick over and saw Shu Yao spread the cloth roll out. The long, short, thick and thin needles were neatly arranged inside the cloth roll. The needle had a needle handle, the longest was three inches, and the shortest was only half.
Cun, radiating a rich light in the candlelight.
Shu Yao's hand passed through the line of needles, stopped on one of them, took it out, first roasted it on the candlelight, then selected an acupoint, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"If the official family endures it, it will cause some pain, but it won't be very serious."
Emperor Zhao didn't say anything, nodded gently, and every breath he ripped his chest, like a thousand threads of threads, he had to pull his heart and lungs into pieces before he could give up. His heart was like a huge rock pressing on him.
, it always makes him unable to breathe freely.
This pain tortures him day by day. He knows that he has no time and always feels that he has not fulfilled his ambitions, but what can this be done? Time and fate!