After yesterday's discussion, the Supreme Emperor sent people to search all the rice shops in the city, especially the one that Yan Ruocheng emphasized to be investigated. However, nothing was found in all the underground warehouses of the rice shops, and no suspicious items could be found.
The place.
After learning that there was no news, Yan Ruocheng and other groups continued to look for clues in the city. She and Xian Jianlu walked to a crowded market place. She walked a few steps slowly and was hit by a little boy.
The little boy handed a small thing to her hand, ran away, and stood looking at her again.
Yan Ruozhen opened the small thing in her hand and looked at it in confusion. It was a rather cheap and broken jade pendant. Her eyes widened when she looked at the jade pendant. This was the blessing item she had given to Huang Fengmo before, but it was too cheap.
, the pattern is simple, so he can recognize it at a glance. When it was given to him, it was not broken, but now there is a small gap missing, which is obviously a sign of collision.
She followed the little boy nervously, leaving Xian Jianlan in the crowd. When he turned around to look for Yan Ruocheng, he had disappeared.
Yan Ruocheng followed the little boy alone. The little boy kept a certain distance from her. When he saw her running over, he ran even faster. He led her back and forth through the streets. She herself
I don't even remember where I ran.
Until she came to a corner, a mysterious man hit her on the back of the neck, knocked her unconscious, and took her away.
In the afternoon, when she woke up, she was already lying on a table.
"Oh, wow, it hurts! Hiss, where is this?" She was a little confused about the situation.
"Are you awake?" A man wearing a blue mask was sitting on a bench, fanning a folding fan with his left hand.
Yan Ruocheng covered his aching neck, looked up at him, and asked bluntly: "Were you the one who took His Highness away? Where is My Highness?"
Huang Fan'er glanced at him and smiled, then said pretentiously: "Girl, why do you insist that it was me who captured your Highness? I just saw you fainted, so I brought you here."
Yan Ruocheng slammed the table angrily, took out the jade pendant towards him, and said, "Stop playing tricks, I gave this jade pendant to His Highness. What did you do to His Highness? Where are the others?"
Huang Fan'er narrowed his eyes slightly and said to the servant, "Come here, take her over."
Yan Ruozhen didn't ask any more questions and just followed the servant.
Going out is a large underground secret room with no end in sight. It is as wide as the secret base in the past.
The servant took her to the door of a unique wing and said, "Girl, the person you are looking for is inside. Please go in."
Yan Ruozhen went in without thinking and saw Huang Fengmo lying on the big round bed in the middle.
"Your Highness!" She walked to him with fast steps.
Huang Fengmo's face was pale, his forehead was sweating, and he was unconscious. He murmured to her: "If... if... if... if..."
"I'm here, Your Highness, I'm here." Yan Ruocheng held his hand and said worriedly.
I put my hand around and felt him. He was running a low fever and his body temperature was on the low side.
She looked around. There was a basin of cold water and a towel on the small square stool beside the bed. It must be that the servants had been wiping him off and didn't know how to add a quilt to him, which caused hypothermia.
She got up and went to the cupboard to look for a thick quilt. Fortunately, there was everything in the cupboard. Looking carefully, she found that the quilt was very ordinary and old, not the finest silk.
Take out a thicker one and put it over Huang Fengmo's body.
At this time, the masked man came in with a bowl of medicinal soup in his hand.
"You feed him it." He said indifferently, and put the medicinal soup on the table.
"What kind of medicinal soup does this come from? Why has His Highness become so weak? What have you done to him?" Yan Ruocheng asked angrily.
"It was the painkiller soup the doctor gave him. His waist injury worsened, which is why he became like this." Huang Fan'er explained simply.
"You caught him here and played with the Supreme Emperor, why did you still abuse him! Do you know that his waist injury is very serious!" Yan Ruocheng flew over with an arrow and grabbed his collar angrily.
Huang Fan'er slapped her hand with a folding fan and said irresponsibly: "I just slipped and threw him. Who knew he would be seriously injured."
"You were slippery! You! I'll scold you later!" After Yan Ruocheng heard this, he quickly walked back to check the position of Huang Fengmo's waist and pelvis.
Huang Fengmo groaned in pain as soon as he touched the injured area lightly.
"Your Highness, it's okay, bear with me, I'm checking..." Yan Ruocheng comforted him in a low voice, while slowly checking it with his hand.
Huang Fan'er stood aside, staring at her skilled techniques, and asked: "Is it possible to heal his legs and eyes?"
Yan Ruocheng said: "As long as you don't give up, there will always be a day when you can be cured."
Huang Fan'er hit her and said: "You are talking nonsense." However, this sentence reminded him of the farmer who said a long time ago that as long as you don't give up, it will grow one day.
"Can you ask the servant to prepare a basin of warm water? I want to help His Highness apply it and rub his waist." Yan Ruocheng ignored his blow and said calmly.
"Okay." Huang Fan'er went out and asked his servants to prepare.
Soon, a servant brought a basin of warm water. She checked the water temperature and found it was OK, so she wetted it with a towel and twisted it into half dry.
"You also come over here and help me support his body." Yan Ruocheng said to Huang Fanyi without any politeness.
"Okay." Huang Fan did not object.
"Just help me hold him like this, tilting him a little." Yan Ruocheng carefully turned Huang Fengmo sideways, letting Huang Fancheng hold his upper body with both hands.
She then slowly applied hot towels to his body and rubbed local acupuncture points.
Huang Fan'er asked in confusion: "Why don't you turn him over and lay him down to apply heat? Isn't it much more convenient?"
"No. His pelvic bone is broken. I don't know how you slipped and injured him. If you flip like this, it will only make him more injured." Yan Ruocheng explained simply.
While she was applying it, Huang Fengmo was trembling with pain all over.
Huang Fan'er asked: "How long does it take to apply heat?"
"Repeated hot compress for an hour, and then acupuncture after applying it," Yan Ruocheng said seriously. She thought he would be annoyed and just call someone to come over to help, but she didn't hear him calling someone in for a long time.
Half an hour passed, and Huang Fan'er held Huang Fengmo steady without moving at all.
"If you are tired, you can have a servant come in to help you. There is no need to do it yourself." Yan Ruocheng glanced at him and said.
"No." Huang Fanyi responded simply.
Yan Ruozhen took a peek at him and felt that this person was not too bad. As the Emperor said, he was not bad to his brothers. Under the mask, she was a little curious about what he looked like. Yes
It's not like Huang Fengmo and Huang Chenling, in some places they look like Huang Shenhuang.
"Do you look interested?" Huang Fan'er noticed her sneaking glances intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a smirk.
"No. But it doesn't matter if you take off your mask. You've brought the eldest prince here, are you still afraid of what I'll think of you?" Yan Ruocheng said casually.
Huang Fan'er's smile grew a lot bigger and he said, "I'm supporting brother Huang and I don't have the hands to take it off. Come and take it off."
Yan Ruocheng hesitated for a moment, then really reached out to help him take off the mask.
This person has a pair of fox-like charming star eyes, a tall nose, and moderately proportioned facial features. However, he looks nothing like Huang Shenhuang. There is no way that he is related to Huang Shenhuang by blood. He is not related to Huang Shenhuang at all.
Feng Mo and Huang Chenling are very different. When they look at him, they feel that they don't look like those from the Central Plains. They look like those from Tubo and the Western Regions.
"What's the matter? Do you think I don't look like the Supreme Emperor, and you have doubts?" Huang Fan'er could tell from her expression what those people were thinking in the past. Like those people before, they thought he might not be the emperor.
The biological son of the Supreme Emperor. This is because of his mother. She is a beauty with Tubo and Western Region bloodlines. When he was born, he looked exactly like his mother.
"No. You don't look like the Supreme Emperor, so you must look like your mother. This is a very common thing." Yan Ruocheng shook his head and said.
Huang Fan'er chuckled and said, "You must be a doctor."
"Yes." Yan Ruocheng nodded.
"No wonder." Huang Fan'er said thoughtfully.
After the two persisted for an hour, they helped Huang Fengmo lie back on the bed. His face looked much better than before, and he no longer sweated.
Yan Ruozhen helped him feel the heat, took his pulse, and said to Huang Fan'er: "Help me find the doctor's usual needle pack and moxa sticks. I want to prepare him for moxa acupuncture."
Huang Fan'er obediently went out and asked his servants to prepare.
He didn't come back in after he went out. Maybe he was tired and wanted to rest. Yan Ruocheng didn't pay much attention.
Soon, a servant came in with the tools she needed.
"Girl, what you need."
"Okay. Uh? I want to ask, where did your master go?" Although Yan Ruocheng didn't care, she noticed that Huang Fan'er had a medicinal smell, which was a smell produced by long-term use.
The servant did not reveal anything and said casually: "Master has gone to rest. If the girl has anything to ask the master, I can pass it on."
"I have nothing to do with him, I just want to ask him casually. However, I do have something I need you to do. Bring me pen, ink and paper." Yan Ruocheng said.
The servant nodded, obeyed her instructions, and went to find paper and ink for her to use.
She wrote two prescriptions, handed them to the servant, and said: "Help me grab the medicinal materials for these two prescriptions, and take them for frying."
"Okay. I'll take care of it now." The servant took the prescription and went out.
It was already half an hour after she finished giving Huang Feng Mo Ai acupuncture.
Huang Fan'er came in again, and the servants behind him followed him with bags of medicinal materials.
He said directly: "The medicinal materials you asked your servants to grab are all here. How do you need to fry them?"
Yan Ruocheng went over to get the medicinal materials, opened them and distributed them one by one, then divided them into two batches, one for Huang Fengmo to use and the other for him. He pointed at the medicinal materials here and said: "This
This is for you to take to relieve your wheezing."