Ying Zheng put aside the matter of the elixir for the time being and accepted treatment from the doctors Nian Duan and Gong Sun Guang first, which made the ministers of the Qin court heave a sigh of relief.
However, there are also hidden dangers. Yunzhongjun Xu Fu's alchemy skills have aroused Ying Zheng's interest, and the seeds of the dream of immortality have been planted.
In the days that followed, the King of Qin received medical treatment, and under the auspices of Lu Yan, the officials of the Qin court began to perfect the new talent selection system, and time slowly moved forward.
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In the Xianyang Palace, in the Imperial Medical Office, Duan Murong was making soup for Ying Zheng, with thin beads of sweat on her forehead. She was not used to it, and she was not used to having people watching her secretly all the time.
This feeling made her feel insecure and had a great negative impact on her psychology. However, she understood that this was inevitable. She boiled medicine for King Qin to treat his illness, and her every move was destined to be monitored.
The imperial physician's order also had a very average attitude toward Duan Murong. If it were Nianduan or Gongsun Guang, he would definitely remain respectful. But to treat the king, he actually sent a little girl, even if it was a medical immortal.
Disciple, this is too much.
The person was invited by Lu Yan, and the king didn't say anything. Naturally, the imperial physician's orders would not have any embarrassment for Duan Murong, but if he wanted to look good, there was no point in that.
Under the constant surveillance of the Shadow Guards, and with no kind-hearted person in the Imperial Medical Office, Duan Murong had to admit that she had made the matter of treating King Qin too simple.
When she found King Qin with the cooked medicine, the scene in front of her made her not step into the palace immediately.
Ying Zheng was still like that, handling government affairs with the assistance of his attendants and Meng Yi. Every time an official document was approved, someone next to him would put the official document on a scale. There was something placed on the other end of the scale. Duan Murong could tell with his naked eyes.
Can't recognize the weight.
Meng Yi noticed people appearing outside the main hall, put down the pen in his hand, and said to Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, Mr. Duanmu has sent medicine. Let's take medicine and rest for now."
Duan Murong came to her senses and walked into the main hall carefully holding the medicine.
Ying Zheng was helped to sit up straight, he opened his eyes and looked at the person, then slowly said: "Duan Murong, Mr. Nianduan's disciple, once helped the national master to expose Pingyuan Jun Zhao Ling in Handan. Women are not inferior to men."
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This was the first time Duan Murong saw Ying Zheng, who was rumored by many to be a tyrant, with his own eyes. He had a long and straight nose, thin lips, narrow eyes, low eyebrows, a sharp face, and extraordinary power.
When he spoke, even though he was weak due to illness, he could not take away his courage. A comment about himself was a compliment, but it should not be criticized.
Duan Murong took a deep breath, her heartbeat was strangely steady, she took the initiative to look up at Ying Zheng and asked: "Your Majesty, may I ask, what is the use of that steel scale?"
Ying Zheng frowned. The scale had been idle for a long time, but he didn't expect it to be used again when he got sick.
He has always had a habit of not taking a break until he reviews at least eighty kilograms of official documents every day. The scale was used to weigh bamboo slips in the palace.
As the papermaking technology that Lu Yan tinkered with gradually matured, the Qin State used paper documents instead of bamboo slips, and the use of scales to weigh official documents was no longer continued, and was directly changed to timekeeping. After handling official affairs for five hours a day, there will be reminders from the attendants.
It's time to go to bed.
Recently, Ying Zheng was ill and it was still unrealistic to work five hours a day, so he ordered someone to take out the steel scale and process three kilograms of official documents every day so that he could rest peacefully.
"You are a doctor, what's the point of asking." Ying Zheng did not answer Duan Murong and directly asked her to get down to business, "Just give me some medicine."
"The king's illness should not be caused by mental stress. Medicine can cure the body, but it cannot heal the mind. If the king continues to deal with official duties in this difficult way every day, this disease will go away like a thread, and I don't know how long it will be delayed."
Duan Murong saw with her own eyes that a valet placed the completed official documents on the tray of the scale, and the tray only sank slightly. She knew the significance of this sinking.
"Mr. Nianduan is called the Medical Immortal. He is a disciple of the Medical Immortal and cannot cure just a few illnesses."
Ying Zheng was dissatisfied and even complained about Lu Yan. Is this little girl reliable? Why didn't Nianduan come in person?
"The king's medicine is a prescription prescribed by the master and Mr. Gongsun Guang, but it is administered by Duan Murong. If the medical fairy and the medicine king cannot cure it, no one in the world can cure the king."
Hearing Duanmu Rong speak like this, Meng Yi couldn't help but shouted: "Mr. Duanmu."
"Ha~" Ying Zheng smiled softly, "I heard that you are from the Yan country. Are you not afraid of others?"
"I am a doctor and you are my patient. If a doctor is afraid of his patients, how can he treat them?"
Meng Yi stood below and stared dumbfounded. This was the first time in the past twenty years that he had seen someone dare to talk to the king like this.
Ying Zheng himself was also shocked and lost consciousness for a moment.
Duan Murong walked up with the medicine, put down the case, held the medicine pot with her delicate hands, felt that the temperature was just right, and nodded.
"Your Majesty, please take medicine."
Ying Zheng said nothing, basically followed Duan Murong's actions, closed his eyes slightly, and drank the medicine calmly.
"Um?"
He felt himself being held up and down on the couch by a pair of hands. When he opened his eyes suddenly, he saw Duan Murong's eyebrows lowered and a pair of hands pressing down on his upper body one after another.
"Ignorance——"
Duan Murong frowned, stared at him condescendingly, and uttered three words with a movement of her lips and teeth, "Don't move."
Ying Zheng didn't know what kind of mentality he should have at this moment. He was inexplicably drunk by a common woman. Should he be angry or something else?
The face of the beautiful woman in front of him gradually blurred, and the feeling in her body became lighter and lighter. Suddenly, Ying Zheng tilted his head and fell asleep.
"Ugh~"
Duan Murong felt the cold breath coming from the sword in front of her neck. She raised her head as if nothing had happened and saw a resolute and steady face. She didn't know the other person, but she must have been one of King Qin's guards.
The secret guards also appeared from the darkness, completely surrounding Duan Murong.
She calmly removed the silver needle inserted into Ying Zheng's acupuncture point and glanced at the unknown swordsman, "Today's treatment is over. I'll come back tomorrow."
After saying that, she stretched out her fingers, moved the sword away from her neck, packed up the things she had brought, and left with the case in hand.
No one among the shadow guards present dared to stop him.
Gai Nie looked at her leaving back and sheathed the Qingshuang Sword, "Don't worry, the king is just asleep."
Meng Yi looked at Ying Zheng, who was lying sideways on the couch, then looked up at Gai Nie, and finally reached out and pinched his face.
Hiss~Duanmurong, what a strange woman!
"Mr. Gai Nie, you will take care of the king." He hurriedly said to Gai Nie, turned around and ran out.
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"Mr. Duanmu, Mr. Duanmu~" Meng Yi caught up with Duanmu Rong who was walking towards the Imperial Medical Office, ran to her and bowed in front of her.
Duan Murong didn't know the person, so she just replied coldly: "What do you want from me, sir?"
"My subordinate Meng Yi is my king. I thank you sir."
Meng Yi bowed respectfully to the end.
"Alas, since the king contracted the head disease, Yi has lost count of how many times he has persuaded the king to rest, but it has never worked. Mr. Duanmu, Yi is really amazed."
Duan Murong thought of the steelyard and her eyes flashed, "Does King Qin have so many official affairs to deal with? He is even sick and refuses to rest."
Meng Yi gave a wry smile, expressing admiration and helplessness at the same time, "Mr. Duanmu doesn't know something. Before the king got sick, he worked for at least five hours a day. The cold came and the summer went like a day for many years. No one in the Qin court did not
Ashamed.
It is estimated that the National Preceptor is comparable to one or two. However, the Imperial Preceptor is a person who practices martial arts, has profound cultivation, and is the best in the world. There is no need to worry about his health, but the king is absolutely unable to do so.
With Mr. Duanmu acting like this today, your Majesty will definitely be able to cultivate himself for a while."
Duan Murong nodded silently.
The King of Qin was indeed an extraordinary monarch.