sjar Chapter 378: Drinking medicine is like taking life...
Chapter 378: Drinking medicine is like taking life...
"Doctor Lin," Xianjun suddenly said, "Qian'er has caused you a lot of trouble, right?"
"Trouble?" Lin Yuxuan said casually while eating, "It's okay, but he's just pretentious. He drinks medicine like it's killing him..." After he finished speaking, he realized what was happening and quickly made amends, "No, I mean that the Seventh Prince is very..."
"A Xuan!" Zhou Ziqian kicked him under the table, his face turning even redder.
The wise king smiled, his brows and eyes relaxed.
He had never heard such a tone of disdain and doting in the deep palace - not flattery, not fear, but real intimacy.
The sun was setting when we left the palace.
Lin Yuxuan's true colors were revealed as soon as he got on the carriage. He collapsed on the seat and groaned: "Finally I can relax... my old waist..."
Zhou Ziqian rubbed his shoulders and suddenly said softly, "Thank you, Xuan."
"What are you thanking me for?" Lin Yuxuan squinted his eyes in comfort. "By the way, your father's illness..." He lowered his voice, "is simply caused by suppressing it. The deep palace and the courtyard may look rich and luxurious, but in fact it is oppressive."
Zhou Ziqian was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "When I was a child, my father would often stand alone in the courtyard in the middle of the night. One time, it was snowing, and I secretly saw him crying..."
Lin Yuxuan patted his shoulder and said, "Take your father and concubine out for a walk more often in the future. Although our Su Mansion doesn't have the grandeur of a royal palace, it will definitely be lively!"
The carriage passed by the market, and Lin Yuxuan suddenly stopped: "Wait!" He jumped out of the carriage and returned a moment later with an oil-paper bag. "Wang's preserved fruit, your father and concubine will definitely like it."
Zhou Ziqian took the still-warm preserves and felt a surge of warmth in his heart. This seemingly detached doctor was actually more attentive than anyone else.
It was already late when they returned to the Su residence. As soon as they entered the house, they were surrounded by people.
"How about it?"
"Is the wise king alright?"
"The palace didn't give you any trouble, did it?"
Lin Yuxuan waved his hand and said, "It's just a minor problem! I've prescribed a prescription, keep it for your reference..." Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly lifted up by Gu Qingyan's collar.
"You." Gu Qingyan said coldly, "Come with me to the training room."
“Huh? Why?”
"Putting it in a sack, right?" Gu Qingyan gritted his teeth, "In the middle of the night, right?"
Lin Yuxuan immediately became timid: "Um... Ah Qian, you sold me out!"
Zhou Ziqian smiled and hid behind Liang Junze, feeling warm in his heart as he watched Lin Yuxuan being carried away.
When will my father and I be able to experience such a lively life again?
In the flower hall, four little ones were lying side by side in the cradle, sleeping soundly.
The moonlight shines through the window lattice, gently enveloping the whole family.
Su Yue's days in the Hanlin Academy were so leisurely that she could almost hear the sound of time passing.
Every day he just proofread books, drafted some unimportant imperial edicts, and occasionally lectured on scriptures and history for the empress.
The official uniform of a fifth-rank lecturer seemed light and weightless when worn.
That day, she was bored and flipping through "The Jinglong Ceremony" when she was suddenly startled by a loud noise.
Looking up, I saw several officials in scarlet robes arguing in the corridor, and I could vaguely hear words like "Empress's birthday" and "Grand Emperor".
"Lord Su, you don't know yet, do you?" Li Shijiang, a colleague, came over and lowered his voice. "The Empress will celebrate her 46th birthday next month, but the Emperor Retired hasn't yet stated whether he will attend. I heard... mother and daughter are arguing again about the border war."
Su Yue's heart moved.
She remembered that historical records showed that the empress had been eager to prove herself since she ascended the throne.
The war in the northwest is now tense. The Empress wants to use military force, but the Emperor Emeritus advocates a conciliatory approach...
Su Yue's fingertips gently stroked the yellowed pages of "Jinglong Ceremony", but her mind had already drifted away.
The sound of the argument outside the window became clearer and clearer, so she simply closed the book and walked to the window casually.
"If the retired emperor doesn't attend, won't the foreign nations laugh at us?" A purple-robed minister stamped his feet anxiously.
"But the border war is imminent, and the Empress is determined to use military force. How can the Emperor be happy?" Another person lowered his voice, "I heard that the mother and daughter had another quarrel in Changshou Palace the other day..."
Li Shijiang came over at some point, holding a teacup in his hand, and pretended to be mysterious and said, "Master Su, have you heard? The Empress is going to announce the dispatch of troops to the northwest on her birthday, but the Emperor..." He looked around and lowered his voice, "He confiscated the military orders the day before yesterday."
Su Yue's heart skipped a beat.
This is more serious than what is recorded in history books. She pretended to be casual and asked: "Why did your Majesties..."
"It's all because of what happened back then." Li Shijiang sighed, "Before the empress ascended the throne, the retired emperor favored her. Later..." She suddenly fell silent, smiled awkwardly, and changed the subject, "Lord Su's new Biluochun is quite good."
After returning home, Su Yue immediately went into the study.
The psychology books in the space gave her inspiration - the knot between mother and daughter often lacks not reason, but a step.
Liang Junze put down the music sheet in his hand and gently massaged her furrowed brows: "Is there something wrong in the court?"
"It's more troublesome than an accident." Su Yue buried her face in his palm. "Mother and daughter are angry, but they want to use the country as a bargaining chip."
She suddenly sat up straight.
The book "Psychology and Family Relationships" in my space flashed through my mind - a strong mother and a daughter eager to prove herself, isn't this exactly...
"Aze," her eyes lit up, "I remember you collected a copy of the Xuanji Tu from the previous dynasty?"
Liang Junze was confused: "There is such a thing, but..."
"Hurry up and get it!" Su Yue had already jumped out of bed, "I want to prepare a special birthday gift for the empress."
The study was brightly lit with candles at midnight.
Su Yue spread the "Xuan Ji Tu" on the table and gently stroked the exquisite palindrome poems with her fingers.
This was written by Su Hui, a talented woman in the previous dynasty. It becomes an article whether read forward or backward.
"The beauty of this is the word 'Xuan Ji'," she murmured to herself, "It represents both the stars and the family ties..."
Liang Junze watched her sketching on paper with charcoal pencil, and gradually understood: "You want to modify this picture?"
"That's right." Su Yue's eyes sparkled. "I want to make a three-dimensional mechanism that can form different lines of poetry when it rotates. Finally..." She dipped the ink and tapped the paper hard, "I want it to show the four words 'Mother is Loving, Daughter is Filial'."
When Shangguan Haomu came to deliver the tranquilizing soup in the middle of the night, he was also pulled in to help.
He stared at the blueprint and frowned: "This mechanism needs to be made of fine steel. Ordinary wooden shafts can't withstand it."
"I'll go find Ah Yan." Liang Junze stood up. "The Shadow Pavilion's mechanical engineer is the best at this."
Gu Qingyan's face was ashen when he was pulled out of bed, but after hearing the whole story, he actually went to the warehouse and fetched a box of Western Region fine steel. "Use this," he said, speaking so much. "It has a high melting point and good toughness."
Shangguan Haochen came to watch with his belly bulging. Suddenly, an idea struck him: "Should we add a gong? When it rotates, it can play a piece of the song 'Youlan'. The emperor loves this piece the most."
The seven husbands each showed their magical powers.
Mu Feng worked for three days and three nights to embroider a brocade background; Shen Yunyan contributed his treasured South China Sea pearls for decoration; Zhou Ziqian even secretly asked the wise king for a box of royal gold powder.
When the last piece of the mechanism was put into place, it was already dawn.
Su Yue gently turned the core jade ring, and with a crisp "click" sound, layers of poetry bloomed like petals, and finally in the center, the four golden characters "Mother is Loving, Daughter is Filial" slowly emerged.
"It's done..." Su Yue breathed a sigh of relief, only then realizing that her hands were shaking slightly.
Liang Junze put his robe on her and said softly, "Now, we just have to wait and see what happens."