eurekapd Chapter 117 Burning the Camp...
Chapter 117 Burning the Camp...
Seeing this, Fu Mingyue quickly reached out and covered Niannian's cherry-red lips, gently coaxing her:
"Niannian, you absolutely mustn't say anything like that!"
In just two short days, through continuous exchanges and communication with Pei Nanxing, he finally nodded in agreement, expressing his willingness to return to Guangling to capture the person behind the trouble.
Now, everyone is quietly waiting for Xiao Ba to return so that Xiao Ba can take Pei Nan with her.
Pei Nanxing's lips curled up slightly, revealing a doting smile, and he spoke gently:
"My dear Niannian, you can say whatever you want, don't worry about anything!"
In fact, he had long since accepted the fact that Niannian was not his biological daughter.
However, as the saying goes, love me, love my dog, even though he knew that Nian Nian was actually Jian Xiaohan's child, he just couldn't bring himself to feel disgusted by such an innocent and lovely little girl.
At this moment, Jian Xiaohan rushed forward and swiftly and gently pulled Nian Nian into his arms, carrying her steadily on his broad and sturdy shoulders.
Immediately afterwards, he reached out his other hand and tightly grasped Fu Mingyue's slender, soft hand, then strode towards the stairs without looking back, saying as he went:
"Alright, it's getting late, let's go take a nap, my little darling!"
And so, Pei Nanxing was left all alone in the spacious and bright hall, watching their departing figures.
For a moment, he was at a loss, as if a cool breeze had blown by, leaving him standing there bewildered, feeling as if he had been rejected...
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The scene shifts to the ancient Guangling Kingdom...
Deep within the Shanghe Palace, time seems to slow down, creating a tranquil and solemn atmosphere.
Consort De received meticulous care during these days;
Xiao Ba carefully controlled the dosage of medicine according to her constitution. After several days of treatment, Consort De's health finally showed significant improvement.
Her face, which was originally as pale as paper, has gradually regained its rosy color, like a peach blossom blooming in spring, delicate and beautiful.
Consort De lay half-reclined on the exquisite bed, covered with soft silk bedding embroidered with delicate patterns, which accentuated her elegant demeanor.
Beside the bed was an exquisite screen painted with landscape paintings, adding an artistic touch to the tranquil bedroom.
Yunshang was carefully holding the medicine bowl, gently blowing on it to cool it down, and then slowly bringing it to Consort De's lips.
The herbal decoction emitted a faint medicinal fragrance, and Yunshang's movements were gentle and skillful;
She knew Consort De's preferences well, and every spoonful of her medicinal soup was prepared just right, neither too hot nor too cold.
"Come, Your Highness, the Eighth Physician has instructed that after you finish this medicine, you will be able to walk!"
The Empress Dowager's eyes revealed her gratitude towards Yunshang. She slightly raised the corners of her mouth, maintaining her noble demeanor despite her illness.
"Hey! Is Doctor Xiao Ba still not awake?" she asked anxiously.
Yunshang gently shook her head, her face showing worry:
"He's still not fully awake. He's probably exhausted from treating the palace servants last night!"
She had witnessed everything that had happened in the past few days.
No one knows where the people in the palace got the news from, but they all spread rumors that there was a divine doctor in Shanghe Palace who could cure the plague.
As a result, the palace servants flocked to him like a tide, insisting that Xiao Ba treat them.
I remember when Xiao Ba first appeared, his appearance almost scared everyone present out of their wits.
Fortunately, there were a few eunuchs among them who were quite brave, despite being terrified.
Despite her fear, she shakily crawled to Xiao Ba and begged it to treat her.
Surprisingly, after Xiao Ba prescribed several medicines, the palace women who were originally ill actually began to see their conditions gradually improve.
As a result, the name of Little Eight Divine Physician spread throughout the entire palace in an instant, and everyone praised him, saying that the palace had a miraculous physician with superb medical skills and a spherical shape.
Last night, Xiao Ba was also busy seeing patients until late at night. The sick guards and palace maids in the palace lined up all the way to the outside of the palace!
"Tick tock..."
The heavy rain gradually began to fall, and water droplets dripped from the eaves one by one, as if telling the story of the beginning of this rain.
The sound, still lingering, tapped against the plump green banana leaves outside the wooden window, producing a crisp sound;
The banana leaves, nourished by the rain, appeared even greener and more vibrant, as if they could drip water.
Inside the Crown Prince's residence, Pei Huai-ren stood by the window, gazing intently at the rain outside.
A flicker of shock crossed his eyes, as if the rain had disrupted some of his plans;
He stretched his hand out the window in disbelief, letting the cold raindrops fall into his palm, and muttered to himself, "It's raining? How did it start raining?"
His heart was filled with doubt and unease, because the sudden rain made his originally firm heart begin to waver.
It's raining. Will the fire he meticulously planned still be able to burn? Will the fire, which should have turned everything to ashes, be extinguished because of this rain?
"Snap!"
He slammed his hand down hard on the windowsill, so hard that the window frame shook.
His voice was filled with anger and resentment: "Fine... so Heaven is going to destroy me? Pei Yunjing, even Heaven is on your side, isn't it? You deserve to die!"
Pei Huai-ren's face was ashen, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
He knew that the rain had not only extinguished the flames of his plans, but also his thirst for power; he was unwilling to accept this fate.
It seems that Pei Yunjing has always been blessed by the heavens since he came out of the cold palace.
He turned away from the window, his steps heavy yet resolute.
Even if it is fate, he will not give up easily. He, Pei Huai Ren, will never admit defeat like this; even if it is fate, he will fight against it to the end.
Pei Huai-ren shouted sternly, "Guards!" He had made up his mind; he had to agree to cooperate!
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the camp outside the capital, two inconspicuously dressed medical officers took advantage of the chaos and quietly sneaked into the camp under the pretense of picking up medicine.
They moved cautiously, their eyes constantly scanning their surroundings, afraid of attracting the attention of others.
Wearing a mask, He Qiang led the two to a secluded tent containing medicine.
He clapped his hands in a show of generosity and said, "Brothers, why are there only two of you here to pick up the medicine today? Usually, you send four or five people."
The two medical officers looked somewhat nervous, and the taller one quickly spoke up to explain:
"General He, as you know, there are many patients in the capital right now, and the clinic is short-staffed. They really can't spare the time, which is why they sent the two of us to pick up the medicine!"
His voice trembled slightly, clearly as he tried to hide his guilty conscience.
As he spoke, he carefully took out a heavy bag of silver from his pocket, intending to stuff it into He Qiang's arms as a token of gratitude and a bribe.
This is a common tactic; they thought they could get through this smoothly as well.
However, He Qiang frowned, took a few steps back, and righteously refused:
"What's going on? Why is this happening? Hurry up and get your medicine! We're all serving His Highness and working for the benefit of the people; we don't need this!"
His voice was firm and left no room for doubt.
The tall medical officer was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly explained, "General He, we are just concerned about your hard work and thank you for taking care of us all this time!"
He tried to hand over the silver again, but He Qiang resolutely shook his head.
"No...no need! Go get the medicine quickly!" He Qiang's tone revealed an unwavering determination.
Seeing that He Qiang refused repeatedly, the man reluctantly put the money back in his pocket. Then, the two walked into the tent to collect the medicine.
"Wait!" Just as they were about to enter the tent, He Qiang suddenly shouted at them to stop.
The two men were startled and exchanged a glance, realizing something was wrong. Had they been discovered? They dared not turn around, only hearing He Qiang's slowly approaching footsteps.
"Thump, thump!" Every step felt like it was pounding on their hearts.
“Here! Don’t you have any masks? His Highness the Sixth Prince said that the plague is serious now, so you should take precautions!” He Qiang handed over two clean masks, breaking the tense atmosphere.
The two medical officers breathed a sigh of relief, took the masks, and finally felt a weight lifted from their hearts.
They quickly put on their masks, thanked He Qiang, and hurried into the tent...