After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

"After I change the medicine for Lord Shen, if the emperor hasn't come yet, I can check Butler Mo's pulse."

Without Xia Hong's order, Doctor Shu was not allowed to see anyone.

But Doctor Shu felt that it was a pity to let Mo Ping, a loyal servant in his prime, go crazy.

"I appreciate your kindness."

Imperial Doctor Shu dared to examine him, but Mo Ping didn't dare to let Imperial Doctor Shu see him.

These days, because his master's condition has not improved, many people have lost their heads for no reason inside and outside the palace.

Xia Hong is now like a madman. He will kill people if he is not satisfied with something.

Mo Ping still had to stay alive and wait for his master to wake up, and he couldn't lose his life just because Doctor Shu took his pulse.

The cheerful words made Doctor Shu feel a little less worried. He washed his hands in the copper basin and sat on the stool beside the bed with the help of Mo Ping.

She closed her eyes and placed her fingers on Shen Jinmo's left hand. Her brows, which had just relaxed a while ago, began to twist again.

Doctor Shu stood up from the stool and reached out to Shen Jinmo's right hand.

He turned around, took out a pair of scissors from the medicine box, put them over the fire to heat them for a while, and then cut open the ink-colored collar and the gauze wrapped around the wound.

The blood was still seeping out and the pulse was still weak.

The change was extremely small, but for a patient who had not shown any change for more than ten days, such a change was not difficult to detect.

Twisting his white beard and hesitating for a while, Doctor Shu did not dare to say anything too definite: "Butler Mo, what you just told me might be true."

Thinking of Shen Jinmo's miraculous recovery ability, the heaviness in Doctor Shu's heart began to ease at an extremely fast speed.

But Doctor Shu was a little afraid, fearing that this was a last burst of vitality.

Xia Hong entered the house with the help of the chief eunuch, exempting all those who had to kneel on the ground from the formality.

After personally checking Shen Jinmo for a while, Xia Hong asked, "How is Wang Heng?"

Doctor Shu looked at Mo Ping first, and Mo Ping naturally knelt down and took over the conversation: "Thanks to the emperor's blessing, you can drink some medicine today."

Xia Hong smiled for the first time in recent days and turned to look at Doctor Shu: "Where's the pulse?"

Doctor Shu: "It was very mild a few days ago, and it still feels weak today. I need to feel it for a few more days before I can be more accurate."

Xia Hong revealed his dissatisfaction when he heard this, and his eyes fell on Doctor Shu, tinged with murderous intent: "Do you want to say that today's incident is a last gasp?"

Doctor Shu hunched over and crawled to Shen Jinmo again. His trembling fingertips rested on Shen Jinmo's wrist again, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Sitting on the armchair, Xia Hong drank two cups of cold tea in a row. When his patience ran out, he threw the tea dregs on Doctor Shu's back and asked, "Have you found out?"

Doctor Shu knelt down and turned around, kowtowed to Xia Hong: "Lord Shen's pulse is getting stronger. Lord Shen will definitely wake up in a month at most."

In order to save his own life, Doctor Shu is gambling with the will of heaven.

The haze in his eyes was swept away, Xia Hong stood up, waved his sleeves and laughed: "Everyone who serves Wang Heng in the Shen Mansion will be rewarded, and you two will be rewarded heavily."

He glanced at the eunuch beside him who was smiling so hard that his old face was wrinkled. "Take out 10,000 taels of silver from my private treasury as a reward."

"Your Majesty, I thank you for your grace."

It took so many talents to reward such a ten thousand taels. Mo Ping, who was kneeling on the ground to express his gratitude, couldn't help but smile.

These people have served Xie Nanxing for a long time, and Xie Nanxing is very generous in giving them red envelopes during festivals.

How can a mere ten thousand taels be worthy of the word “heavy”?

Thinking of the extravagant rewards he had received in the Princess's Mansion in the past, Mo Ping felt that Emperor Xia Hong was still as stingy as ever.

But there are still changes. The previous rewards could not be sold, but this time the rewards are silver that can be spent directly.

……

The fifteenth, the full moon night.

The stage was wrapped with layers of plain curtains, and the most famous calligrapher and painter of Daxia was painting on them with great vigor and vitality.

Young Master Ji Yue was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, a light black gauze robe on the outside, and a silver gauze on his face as he slowly walked down from the balcony.

Following behind him were a dozen beauties holding various musical instruments, and they entered the stage surrounded by the fragrance of books.

The mist rises and the immortal comes riding on the wind.

The fair wrist lifts the white curtain, and the spring breeze takes pity on the special beauty.

Sitting on the Yaoqin, string music is heard everywhere.

The eyes are clear, soft like the moon and bright like the sun.

The fairy music stops, the moon is shrouded in gauze, and people embrace the moon.

Young Master Ji Yue stood up, unveiled three layers of veil, and stood in front of the last layer of curtain and bowed.

"I am Jiyue, and I am here to greet all the distinguished guests. On this night of the Oiran, I am waiting for the destined one."

The applause was like thunder and the cheers were like lightning.

The person turned around, wine was scattered on the gauze curtain, sparks swallowed up the elegance of books, and red lights and green wine dominated this romantic place again.

The owner of the Qing Pavilion was wearing a bright and complicated dress and entered the stage holding a gong.

“Boom boom boom… boom boom boom…”

The gongs and drums sounded three times, and the suona started playing again.

Fang woke up the distinguished guests who had squeezed out of the museum.

As if waking up from a dream, his face was hazy.

People who had been pampered with wine, meat and beautiful women for years began to yearn for the vastness of the bright moon.

"The first round of bidding for Mr. Jiyue's Oiran Night begins."

"I'll do it. I'll pay 10,000 taels of silver."

"I'll go first. I'll offer thirty thousand taels of silver."

"Get out of here, I'm going to pay you 100,000 taels, and I'm going to take Young Master Jiyue."

"With your toad-like appearance, Master Jiyue will turn around and run away when he sees you."

These words also began to remind the surging crowd that whether they could finally achieve their wishes was not determined by money alone.

Whether you can get a glimpse of the emperor's face depends on how Master Jiyue chooses.

"I offer thirty thousand taels of gold, just to study music, chess, calligraphy and painting with Master Jiyue."

"I offer fifty thousand taels of gold, and I am willing to give you the phoenix-tail harp that the former imperial musician played as a gift, so that you can play with it."

"I have one at home..."

Xie Nanxing stood in front of the window of the private room, looking at the wealthy people of this divine capital, who were fighting each other like mad just to see the illusory Master Ji Yue, and closed the window with satisfaction.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and the owner of the Qing Pavilion walked into the room and bowed to Xie Nanxing: "It has to be the master himself. After tonight, this gimmick that has only been circulating in the market will surely fly into this illustrious family."

Scarcity makes things valuable, and valuable things can naturally only be owned by powerful families with large sums of money.

Xie Nanxing pointed to the seat opposite, and Master Qing sat down.

"Today, if we find a man with a better figure, the effect will not be bad."

The owner of the Qing Pavilion poured Xie Nanxing a cup of hot tea and said, "When people look at things, experts look at the doorway, while laymen look at the background."

"If the master hadn't invited these two great writers to play supporting roles today, how could we have won such a great applause?"

"Besides, my master, you have been raised in such a precious environment, your elegance and grace cannot be compared to any other boy in this world."

With what happened today, rather than saying that the people in the museum were paying for Master Ji Yue, it would be more accurate to say that they were paying for the supreme imagination in their hearts under such a scene.

And to make them all sober, a hallucinogenic drug that is just the right amount of disgust is also essential.

Different beauty has its own taste, and only by not showing your true colors can you catch them all in one swoop.