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Yuhua Pavilion

Moru drank some wine, just woke up, and after he had finished the smell of the wine on his body, he found something in the house.

Cinne in it –

The house is full of chaos!

The boy outside the door came in, swept around, and asked, “Master, what are you looking for?”

“Where’s the box I brought back?”

“Which box?”

"There's a locked wooden box on it."

Moru was about to turn over, and the books and objects of the house were swept to the ground.

The boy scratched his head, thought hard, rushed to the outside, and turned out under the corner of the table.

“Master, here it is!”

As the box was pulled out, the broken-footed table lost its balance.

The "bang" fell, along with some of the above medicine, also fell to the ground.

When he came out, his eyes were green.

Reaching out and taking the box from the boy’s hand, he rebuked, “You little bastard, who let you pad my box to the feet?”

“Master, I am innocent!This box is yours yesterday after the royal palace came back, after drinking wine, put it under this rotten table corner, but also shouted to repair the table, pull can not pull, I saw the table can be used, then put the medicine up, you can not wrong me ah!"

What innocent!

Moo was embarrassed!

Because he knows that he drinks too much, he can really do such an ugly thing.

But this ugly thing is nothing, it is always better than two years ago after drinking with Jingrong, it is too much better to take off clothes and lie on the bed and sleep.

“Okay, when I’ve wronged you.”

Moro held the box and folded it out of the door.

“Where is the master going?”

“Enter the palace!”

...

Palace

In the bustling palace, the red wall is green, the gold lacquered plaque is like a wisp of platinum, and the halls of each house can be seen.

And in this great palace, except for the cold palace, there is only one desolate.

That's the temple!

The Four Princes' Palace!

The entire palace wall of the temple has long been in disrepair, the broken skin of the wall, the green tiles tattered by the crows, the weeds of the yard, and even the paper-thin windows have broken one after another.

You can see the fiasco of this temple!

Nature also shows the status of the hustle and bustle!

Although Jingxian has been sealed as a wise king, he can stand on his own door and build a house, but he has stripped him of his privileges, and for the reason of Jingxian's illness, he will be placed in the palace for good health.

Arguably, Qi Qi Emperor can also remember the illness of Jingxian, leave him in the palace, arrange the medical treatment of the medical treatment, naturally, it is good to treat this son, but nothing is left, and he does not know.

So that the palace people felt that this wise king was nameless, and gradually alienated the hall of his colleagues, and even in the end, in addition to sending some silver and three meals, basically no one came.

And the hundred officials of Manchus also know that the emperor of Qiqi has practiced the art of being trapped in Jingxian!

It is equivalent to tying his hands and feet, raising his side, his every move is within the scope of vision, walking one place, saying a word, all in the eyes of the emperor.

But some people do not understand that Jingxian has a disease root, the mother is not obvious, there is no threat, why Qian Xi emperor to put him around?

This question has never been questioned, nor dared to delve into it!

In the Lord's Hall, it is still clean, and although the inner house is not true, it is also full!

The two windows in the house are open, and outside is a maple leaf tree, and in the spring season, the tree sprouted and the leaves are green and oily.

The shade fell on the wooden frame of the window, tidly swung!

In the rocking chair in front of the window, Jingxian leans on it, with a slightly drooping eye, a pathologically pale, but also a handsome man, between the eyebrows, and the scenery and the scene are also similar.

The royal gene is powerful!

The eunuch came in from the outside, holding a bowl of soup medicine in his hand and placing it on the case at the hand of Jing Xian.

“Lord, you have to take your medicine!”

“Let it go.”

“It’s cold, don’t let it go cold.”

He had to take the medicine and drink it.

He clasped himself, and said, "Today the doctor opened a new square, saying that the medicine was taken from Tianshan, and it will be useful, and the wise king will soon be well."

Jing Xian looked out the window, and in the past few years, he heard the most words, probably the words that were recorded.

Smiling, "Good or bad, it doesn't matter to me."

He sighed in his heart, he was seen growing up with Jingxian, this child's life is suffering, he is also distressed.

"The prince's illness will be better, and the old slave believes that the mother has a spirit in heaven, and will bless the king."

"It's been fourteen years, so why do you mention my mother?"The voice is sad.

"It's not good for the old man."

"Get out of here, I want to rest."

“Yes!”

He closed his eyes, then took an empty bowl and gently withdrew.

I just got to the door and got someone.

Moro stepped forward, holding a long box in his hand, and his face was plain.

“Doctor Mo, how are you...”

Without saying a word, Moro raised his hand and stretched his neck to look at the house.

Press your finger on your lips.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He shrank his neck and asked, “What’s wrong with Dr. Mo?”

"Hold on, you're busy, don't worry about me."

“Yes!”

Moro lightly entered the house, looked at the back to himself, leaning on the rocking chair of the scenery, so that he carefully placed the long box in his hand on the table.

“What did you bring?”The snarcissist suddenly spoke.

“I’m so light, do you know I’m coming in?”

“The whole hall of my colleagues has been deserted for so many years, and I can hear the sound of the leaves.”

It looks a bit desolate.

Moro smiled, and came over with the box and sat next to him.

Ask yourself, “Have you been feeling well lately?”

“It’s the same old!”

"Let me see."

He took his hand and put his hand on it.

For him to put the lower vein, the original stretched eyebrows creaked, fingers from the wrist of the scene.

“Did the doctor at the hospital give you a change of medicine?”

The “huh” one said.

“Didn’t I tell you when I left, ‘I’m going to take the medicine I gave you?’

"Oh?"Is it?I don't remember much."

The tone is not salty!

"You and the character of the scene are really two extremes, he is stubborn, and very strong, but you are cold and clear, do not care about anything, not rare, even their own life is not heart."

Seeing him in a hurry, Jing Xian's white lips hooked, laughing and depressed, and said to him, "I am not cured of this disease, you should not take pains, I am just an empty shell, is still looking forward to one day, can be like ordinary people?" 」

"If you're here, you'll be fine."

"For fourteen years, your father has been helpless."

Mo Ruo was sad, will bring the box to him handed to him, "the old guy's medicine is not as good as me, he can't cure the disease, I can, this thing is my outside, help you get, put on the side, every day to smell, and don't drink too medically prescribed medicine recently, according to the past prescribed medicine, a dose can not be less."

Suzuki opens the box!

Inside, there is a blue medicine, bamboo leaves luxuriant, connected with root vines.

“What is this?”

"Indifference, you can't work hard, this taste of medicine can make you smooth, this medicine can't ask for how much silver."

"Why should I waste this medicine, a man who is dying?"