Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 68

Shen Hanshan couldn't help but shudder, and immediately understood the meaning of his words.

In the case of Princess Andingsi's early death, although she brought down the queen for Tianhou, she has since gained a notorious reputation for strangling her own daughter.Now that the old things are happening again, if Li Hong dies in front of her again, I'm afraid he will be accused of poisoning the eldest son again.

"At this point, do you still have to think about her?" Li Xian's eyes turned red with hatred, "At that time it was clearly..."

Before he could speak, he was stopped by Wu Yi's piercing eyes, and he regretted his slip of the tongue, blaming himself: "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have clashed with your mother at this time, making you angry .”

"It's none of your business...cough..." Li Hongru, like a fish that leaped ashore, struggled violently twice before being drained of the last of his strength. Zhang Yixi, breathing with all his strength.

"Hurry up, use Yuehua Pill." Li Xian shook Shen Hanshan's shoulder, almost gnashing his teeth, "Hurry up and save him! If you can't do it, quickly summon other imperial physicians, and send Dr. Zheng to come! "

The people below responded, and were stopped by Shen Hanshan with one hand. His hand that was cut on Li Hongchi Pass slowly slipped down, and he shook his head at Li Xian almost imperceptibly: "Yuehua Pill has strong medicinal properties, it can prolong life, but it cannot be used for emergency treatment .”

He avoided talking about other doctors, clearly telling Li Xian, not to mention the Imperial Physician Zheng Yun, even if Sun Simiao was present at the moment, it was absolutely impossible to turn the situation around.

Li Xian was dazed for a moment, like a child who had done something wrong, looking at Shen Hanshan in panic, and then looking at Wu Yi as if asking for help, but he didn't dare to look down at his dying brother.

A cold moonlight came in through the window, like an embroidered knife chiseled from ice, slashing through Wu Yi's hand holding the medicine bottle, the bone-chilling chill made him shiver uncontrollably, Only then did I realize that the thin curtains were lifted by the cold spring breeze, and the rustling sound passed by people's ears, like the sound of someone's approaching footsteps.

He couldn't help but want to go over and tighten the curtain, but a cold hand held his wrist, Li Hongwen's nephrite eyes reflected his own pale face, and his cyanotic lips barely moved: "Let them... Get out, I have something to tell you alone."

Perhaps it was the return of the light, or perhaps the illness was weakening along with his life. His cough had gradually subsided, leaving only the slight undulating wheezing in his chest, like a ray of wind blowing pear blossoms, so light that it was almost inaudible. any noise.

Li Xian couldn't help clenching his five fingers, and there was a sharp pain in his palm, which was not as painful as a knife on his chest. He looked down at Li Hong deeply, and a teardrop came out of his eye: "Hong... …elder brother."

Li Hong turned his head and looked back at him with difficulty, his voice was as low as a passing wind: "We are all adults, and we are still crying."

Li Xian knelt down suddenly, and his knees hit the ground with a muffled bang, like the sound of something exploding, which made people's hearts feel heavy.

He buried his face deeply in Li Hong's hands, and tried his best to suppress the sobs in his voice: "Hong, I know I came from a humble background, but you are the only one who treats me as a real brother and takes care of everything. From childhood to adulthood, I have only you This brother, I only have you..."

Li Hong only felt a burst of warm water on his palm, and Li Xian wiped it off with his sleeve. When he raised his head again, there were no tears on his face, and there was only a sad smile: "I listen to you." If you want, go out first... wait for you."

He turned around sharply and left, not daring to look back.

Seeing this, Shen Hanshan also quietly retreated to the left and right, and stood guard at the entrance of the side hall, leaving only Wu Yi beside Li Hong, silently guarding his last journey.

The sound of the wind has quietly stopped at some point, like a tired bird standing quietly on the top of a tree branch, only the breathing of the two people is entangled with each other in the huge side hall.

Li Hong's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, Wu Yi immediately put down the medicine bottle in his hand, knelt down beside his bed, put his ear to his lips, and listened quietly to his last words.

In the hoarse silence, Li Hong's voice was as weak as an unbroken string, with warm breath and faint echo, brushing against Wu Yi's cold auricles.

"After I die, you will follow Dr. Shen to serve Taiping. Although my mother acts resolutely, she will definitely not lay hands on Taiping. Taiping is a good child, and she will protect you."

Wu Yi couldn't stop nodding.

"The only thing I am worried about is Xian. He is too willful. You have to remind him for me that the queen mother has already cultivated her own power. If you want to fight against her, you will only end up in the same end as me. Don't do it again." Acting impulsively like today."

These words almost exhausted all his strength, Wu Yi raised his face from his lips, and solemnly nodded: "I remember it all."

The dim candlelight flickered in Li Hong's gradually slacking pupils, and a spark was wiped out by the east wind entering the house. Li Hong frowned in pain as if he was half asleep, and whispered in a low voice.

"If I have three parts of the aura of a great ancestor, I won't allow my mother to monopolize this position. I have failed Li Tang, and I have failed the world..."

Wu Yi covered his cold hands and used his body to block the direction of the wind. He felt a chill running down his back and climbing all the way up to his eye sockets, like a small but delicate bayonet, deeply hurting his eye sockets. .

He closed his eyes abruptly, with tears in his eyes: "No, it's not your fault."

Li Hong opened his eyes in vain, with a helpless smile in his eyes, as if life and death could not be parted, and he had already prepared for this irreversible journey.

"Yi, you have to live well..." His slender eyelashes fluttered weakly in the air for a moment like autumn leaves falling to the pond, and soon fell into the silent silence.

Wu Yi nodded anxiously: "Yes, Your Highness, I will live well."

This time, no one answered his words.

The moonlight was like an indelible frost, falling on Li Hongping's peaceful and peaceful face, covering the prince who died young with a thin layer of white gauze, and wearing a white gauze for this young man who worried about the country and the people. The first pale filial flower on the sky.

And he no longer has to open his eyes to see the world that has worried him for twenty years.

Amidst the hoarse wind, there was only the rustling of the curtains passing over the ground, followed by the sound of light footsteps, like a spring rain in a cold night, knocking on the door finely.

"Brother Hong! I'm bringing you some snacks!" Taiping's joyful voice was like an unstoppable bird, evading the heavy guards at the door, and leaping into the silent side hall.

"what--"

In a trance, Wu Yi heard Taiping's scream that pierced the silence, as if there was a sound of some porcelain falling to the ground, breaking into his ears crisply.

He knew that what was broken was not the porcelain in Taiping's hands.

It was broken jade.

-

Wu Yi got up from Li Hong's bed. Perhaps he had been kneeling for a long time, and the blood in his body had no time to return to his heart. He couldn't support himself and almost fell to the ground.

Taiping's screams called a crowd to wait, and someone dragged Wu Yi out who was lying limp on the ground. Several imperial physicians who had heard the sound gathered together, surrounded tightly, and one after another, they personally confirmed Li Hong's identity. die.

Only Shen Hanshan came out, helped Wu Yi who was almost unsteady, and slowly walked out of the side hall.

Probably after the banquet ended, a group of young palace people jumped past the master and apprentice, smiling with Yan Yanyan, talking about what they saw and heard today.

"Pei Wang is really handsome, but it's a pity that he left the table too early, I didn't see his appearance clearly."

"Prince Xiang is a gentleman, humble as a jade, if you can get his blue eyes, it will be an innumerable blessing!"

……

The breezy voice carried the shy expectations of a woman, passing by like a mid-March breeze, and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

Once upon a time, Li Hong was also the person they admired in their hearts, but now that he has passed away, there will be someone else who will fill their eyes with expectation.

It was like the sound of rain, falling drop by drop in the silent night. Wu Yi and Shen Hanshan stood beside the side hall without speaking to each other. After a while, they heard a dumb but sad voice.

"The prince is dead——"

-

Li Hong's death not only did not calm the anger in Li Xian's heart, but ignited the already raging war between him and Empress Wu.

Regarding Wu Yi's remonstrance, he just smiled coldly, as if that frail young man back then had completely become an invincible knife. He hid the sharpness deeply in a thick and strong sheath, so that people would never see it again. There is no sign of weakness.

"Brother Hong was forced to death by his mother because of his repeated soft-heartedness. Do I want to repeat his mistakes?"

Wu Yi did not remember how long the young man who inherited the crown prince had stayed in this position, but it was clear that he was not the one who finally regained the supreme power and the dignity of the Li Tang royal family, nor even the future Princess Taiping And Li Longji, but a force that no one can violate or defeat.

That's the time.

Time will eventually return everything that Empress Wu plundered from the royal family of Li and Tang to the hands of Li's descendants, but the Tang Dynasty at that time was no longer the Tang Dynasty of Zhenguan and Yonghui, but had already been in a silent battle one after another. Those who died in the battle of sword forest and sword rain will never have the chance to see that day.

He said goodbye to Li Xian with a wry smile, and returned to Shen Hanshan's small courtyard where he lived alone. He seemed to understand why his teacher locked himself in such a small corner, as if he never wanted to poke his head out.

Because he didn't want to see or hear, he just wanted to be confused.