The sparse rain in autumn is like the prostate of a middle-aged man, always wanting to stop, and it is far less refreshing than the stormy summer rain.
"Yi Wan Shang, the decoction is ready."
"Oh, put it there!"
"This decoction should be taken while it is hot..."
"knew……"
Wan Zhen'er responded casually, still looking out the window blankly.
It rained all day and all night. Although the rain was not heavy, the temperature dropped sharply.
As a result, I felt a dull pain in my abdomen. Drinking the decoction could alleviate it a little, but the worry in my heart became more and more serious.
She entered the palace as a maid at the age of four, and for twenty years she has not even touched a man's hand.
Let me ask, which boy is not passionate, and which girl is not pregnant?
What's more, she has long passed the age when cardamom first blooms. If she were among the people, she would be laughed at if she was not married at this age.
I originally thought that I would never have the opportunity to interact with men and women in this life, and I would just spend my whole life alone in this palace compound.
However, during the recent period, two consecutive close contacts with the emperor made her feel excited, and for some reason, she slowly became sad.
If the time when the emperor was poisoned was purely due to a critical situation and no regard for male and female suspicions, then this time...
Thinking of this, my ears felt hot.
"Hey, you also learned poetry?"
"emperor?"
Wan Zhen'er exclaimed, looking a little flustered.
She was holding a piece of paper in her hand, with the poem she had just copied on it.
At this time, I didn't care much, so I just put it aside casually, got up and prepared to bow.
"Forget it!"
Zhu Qizhen waved his hand to her, then picked up the piece of paper, with a few lines of beautiful characters written on it.
It was raining and windy last night, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep.
When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.
Do you know?
It should be green, red and lean.
"Li Qingzhao's words, it seems that you are planning to be a talented woman?"
Wan Zhen'er was even more at a loss and hurriedly replied: "I am... just practicing calligraphy, it's nothing..."
"Your handwriting is also pretty good."
Zhu Qizhen put down the paper, saw the decoction on the table, and asked, "Is this the medicine prescribed to you by King Zhou?"
"Yep……"
"Why don't you drink?"
"No...just let it cool down..."
For some reason, Wan Zhen'er stumbled when speaking and kept her head down, not daring to raise it.
Occasionally, he took a peek and immediately lowered his head, blushing from his face to his neck.
"You... are still not feeling well?"
Zhu Qizhen thought she was seriously ill, so he subconsciously reached out his hand.
Wan Zhen'er wanted to hide, but for some reason, she held back and didn't move.
"Yeah, so hot?"
Zhu Qizhen put the back of his hand against her forehead, and said with concern: "Did you catch a cold at night? Didn't I tell you, you have this disease, so you must keep warm!"
"No, no...it's okay!"
Wan Zhen'er smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm just...it's a little hot in the room..."
"Is it hot?"
Zhu Qizhen looked around. There was no charcoal basin in this room, and there was no heating. Where was the heat?
"Yes... it's a little hot, that's okay. I just need to go out and get some fresh air."
"It's raining outside, how can you breathe?"
"It's just because of the rain that I put on more clothes, so it's... a little hot..."
Zhu Qizhen nodded and said, "Drink the medicine first. It was left there when I came here. It has already cooled down, right?"
Wan Zhen'er didn't answer, picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all.
Zhu Qizhen waited for her to finish drinking the medicine and said, "I'm coming here today to discuss something serious with you."
"ah……"
Wan Zhen'er put down the bowl in a panic, then took a cautious step forward and stood with her hands down.
"Don't be nervous, come on, sit down!"
"I dare not..."
"There are no outsiders here, sit down!"
"That's...okay!"
Wan Zhen'er looked around and then carefully sat on the wicker chair nearby.
Zhu Qizhen was about to speak when he saw that the chair was bare and couldn't help but said: "Get a cushion. The weather is getting colder and you are not in good health. It's easy to get cold sitting on a wicker chair."
"Yes, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."
Wan Zhen'er felt a warmth in her heart for no reason.
"Now let's get down to business!"
The smile on Zhu Qizhen's face disappeared and he said sternly: "Nanhaiwei sent an urgent report. There is something going on over there."
Wan Zhen'er wondered: "Where is Nanhaiwei...?"
"Oh, that's so far!"
Zhu Qizhen thought for a while, then picked up a pen and paper from the table and drew a simple map in two or three strokes.
"This is the capital where we are located. We leave the port from Tianjin to the east, and then sail all the way south. This is Xianglin County, which was the former Champa Kingdom. Further south... look here, it is Nanhaiwei!"
Wan Zhen'er was a little surprised and said: "It's so far!"
Zhu Qizhen curled his lips and said, "Well, Nanhaiwei traveled more than ten thousand miles to the capital, so it would take a lot of effort to send a memorial!"
Wan Zhen'er nodded lightly and said, "What did the emperor say you wanted to do?"
Zhu Qizhen took out a memorial and said, "Read this first."
Wan Zhen'er looked confused. The urgent report sent by Nanhaiwei must be a national event. She was just a female official in the palace, so how could she help?
After opening it, I looked at it carefully and my eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
"This report says that many people are infected with scabies?"
Zhu Qizhen nodded and said: "Exactly!"
Wan Zhen'er read it again and said: "There are many causes of acne, and different medications are used for different causes. The climate in Nanhaiwei is hot and humid, and there are many snakes and insects. We must find the source of the disease..."
Zhu Qizhen looked a little helpless and said: "The report is not very clear. King Zhou has already discussed it with the imperial hospital, but no result has been reached."
Wan Zhen'er murmured: "When I am sick, I still get sores on my head, face and body, which appear all over my body and look like boils. I wear white paste all over, and I will die as time goes by... The dramatist will die more often..."
Zhu Qizhen didn't understand and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Wan Zhen'er replied: "It's Ge Hong's record of scabies in the book "Emergency Prescriptions". It was also called leprosy in the past, because this kind of scab was mostly infected by captives. The slave guessed that Nanhaiwei
Do you often come into contact with Westerners?"
Zhu Qizhen suddenly realized it and said: "If it was infected by the captives, it is probably the reason you mentioned!"
Wan Zhen'er pointed to the previous paragraph of the memorial and said: "It is mentioned here that local people are also infected. It seems that this kind of acne is very toxic. If not treated properly, many people will die!"
Zhu Qizhen's expression also became solemn, and he said: "Early this morning, King Zhou has already set off, but..."
"Just how?"
"Last night, King Zhou discussed with the people from Taiyuan Hospital all night long, but in the end, he was not sure whether it could be cured well..."
Zhu Qizhen sighed and said, "I came here today with an unkind invitation."