Fuquan led her back again, and then entered a door. The room was a little dim, and there were no candles. Shu Yao's eyes adjusted for a while, and then she realized that Emperor Zhao was sitting directly in front of her, looking at him brightly.
she.
She was startled and hurriedly knelt down to salute, but she heard his loud laughter and said: "Mr. Mo Li, there is no need to be polite!"
Fuquan hurriedly stepped forward to support her, but she could no longer perform the ceremony.
In the dim light, Shu Yao looked at Emperor Zhao. He was really too thin to look good. If it weren't for the stars in his eyes in the darkness, he would have doubted whether the person sitting in front of him was a human or a ghost. The human looked like this.
, you can imagine how much pain and suffering you have experienced, how comfortable you are.
She looked at Emperor Zhao and said:
"Does the official have an old illness?"
Emperor Zhao raised his eyebrows. Didn't she know this? Did Shen Junzhuo not tell her, or did he ask this deliberately? In any case, he still looked kind and said:
"I was injured by an arrow in my early years." He paused and asked again:
"Are you okay now?"
Shu Yao nodded and said:
"The lesions were left behind at that time. But the official family has been having trouble sleeping, suffering from night sweats at night and dull days?"
They were all right, she was indeed troubled, and the discomfort he had tried so hard to conceal was revealed to her. Emperor Zhao was a little embarrassed and noncommittal, and just said to Fu Quan, who was standing behind Shu Yao:
"Miss Li's holy hand and kindness, I should reward you! Go outside and get my eight-animal picture and give it to Miss Li."
Fuquan responded and hurriedly went out to get things. Only Shu Yao and Emperor Zhao were left. Emperor Zhao said politely:
"Mr. Mo Li, please take a seat."
Shu Yao smiled, found a seat and sat down, and said:
"Officials don't have to be so polite. Doing this is what you should do."
Should she? Would she think that these were what she deserved, rather than in exchange for something? Emperor Zhao looked at her meaningfully, and in the dim light he saw her eyes filled with autumn water, showing sincerity and calmness.
His heart suddenly moved, and he didn't dare to look into her eyes anymore. He avoided her eyes in a panic. Just as Fuquan came in, he gave the order to turn on the lamp.
Fuquan signaled outside, and palace maids filed in and lit the lantern trees in the room.
Fuquan handed the painting in his hand to Shu Yao with both hands. Shu Yao was about to kneel down to thank him when Emperor Zhao waved his hands and said:
"Don't thank me, just think of it as a token of appreciation between ordinary friends."
Shu Yao was startled, and Fu Quan, who was standing opposite, had already smiled and stuffed the scroll into her hand. Shu Yao hesitated for a moment, that's all, it was Emperor Zhao's intention. Too much refusal would make him petty, and he would lose his honesty.
Yao accepted it generously.
The next step was to diagnose the pulse. Shu Yao examined it carefully, slightly adjusted the previous prescription, and gave it to Fuquan. He also told him how to boil the medicine and what to avoid. After talking for a while, he was finished.
Without any other words, Shu Yao said goodbye to Emperor Zhao. Emperor Zhao nodded with a smile and watched her exit the palace.
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Shen Minghe did not expect that he and Shen Junzhuo would meet like this one day. He came back from drinking outside, burped and opened the door, and suddenly saw a person sitting in the room. His eyes were dazzled, and he thought it was an old man.
Mr. Guo, I was half sober from the wine in just a moment.
After taking a closer look, I saw clearly that it was Shen Junzhuo sitting there.
He breathed a sigh of relief, put the small wine jar in his hand on the table next to Shen Junzhuo, and said:
"Why are you here? When did you come?"
The word "Adi" immediately reminded Shen Junzhuo of a lot. When he was a child, he followed his elder brother out. At that time, he was short and had to be carried in and out of the carriage. In other families, servants would carry such a small master, but he was always the elder brother.
Hug him up and down in person.
He ran very fast and often didn't look at his feet. If he fell down, his brother would help him up and gently encourage him, saying, "Brother, be good, don't cry. Brother will buy you candied haws."
He also climbed up on his shoulders, sat on his shoulders and watched the sunrise and sunset with him, and listened to him talk about Pangu, Nuwa, Houyi...
His brother was such a gentle and generous person. What he lacked in kindness from his strict father was made up for in him.