Traveling to the ancient harem

Beijing.

There was a sad atmosphere in Minister Huang's mansion. Hong'er's condition was getting worse and worse. After the attack in the middle of the night every day, he was almost always in a coma and was awake less and less. The old man submitted a petition, saying that he was in poor health and asked to retire. The emperor rejected the petition, but allowed him to recuperate at home. This was also a favor to the Huang family. After all, he was an old minister and they had worked together for so many years. The emperor and his subject got along well with each other. The emperor was reluctant to let the old man not go back to court like this.

The old lady now lives in the small Buddhist temple in the mansion. Apart from eating and sleeping, she visits Hong Ge'er three times a day without fail. The rest of the time she chants in the small Buddhist temple, praying to the Buddha to bless her grandson to get better. Whenever Chen finishes her work, she will go to the small Buddhist temple and pray with her mother-in-law.

Xuan Ge'er has not returned to the academy since his brother's accident. He asked someone to ask for a long vacation. His brother's accident was a big blow to him. Except for eating and sleeping, he has been guarding his brother's bedside. At the beginning, he could even help him walk a few steps, but now he rarely wakes up. He feels heartbroken and wishes he could take his place. This is his brother who is connected to him by blood and grew up together.

Every time when Father Huang came back from work, the first thing he did was to look after his little son. He no longer had the high spirits he used to have, but instead had a face full of sorrow.

Near noon, a fast horse came running from a distance and stopped in front of the Huang Mansion. Uncle Song dismounted and ran towards Qingsangju without waiting for the gatekeeper to inform him.

Except for Huang Daddy who was on duty, everyone in the family was at Qingsangju now. After the accident of Ge'er, everyone had tacitly eaten together at Qingsangju. It was also a disguised way of looking after the child.

Hong'er was sleeping, the old lady held his hand silently, Chen looked at her son without crying, her tears had dried up.

The door of Qingsangju was suddenly pushed open, and a bearded man with dirty clothes rushed in. He was so excited that tears and snot started flowing: "Grandpa, my brother is saved." Uncle Song's voice was choked with sobs and he burst into tears.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him in silence, with an expression of disbelief and surprise, Uncle Song didn't care about them. He shouted Qingquan to come over, took out a packet of medicine from his bag, and told him to boil the medicine quickly, and to make sure to boil three bowls of water into one bowl of water. Qingquan excitedly wiped his tears and ran out.

Everyone gathered around excitedly. Uncle Song sat down, drank a bowl of tea and ate a plate of snacks. Only then did he feel alive again. He had reached his limit after riding day and night.

After Uncle Song had eaten and drunk his fill, he slowly started to talk about how he had rushed to Ciyuen Temple, and went on to tell the story in detail about the young lady's master, the nun named Jingzhen, who knew the name of the poison and could detoxify it.

The whole family was crying with joy. The old lady kept chanting Buddha's name. Mrs. Chen also put her hands together with tears in her eyes. The old man personally bowed deeply to Uncle Song and said, "The Huang family would like to thank you for your great kindness on behalf of your grandson. I will never forget your kindness."

The rest of the people, including the old lady, also stood up and saluted Uncle Song. Uncle Song was so flustered that he said he was not worthy of it. As his dear disciple, wasn't this what he should do?

The old man ordered the butler, Lao Chen, to send someone to tell Father Huang the good news, but to be on the safe side, he asked him to say it behind people's backs so that no one could hear it.

Qingquan personally watched over it, boiled the medicine and brought it over. Xuan Ge'er helped his brother up and leaned on him. Fortunately, although Hong Ge'er was unconscious, it did not affect his swallowing. Chen held the medicine bowl and used a silver spoon to feed all the medicine one spoonful at a time.

No one in the family mentioned eating. They all stared at Hong Ge'er without blinking. This was their last hope. If it didn't work, Hong Ge'er might not live long. Even Uncle Song, who was exhausted, didn't listen to the old man's advice to rest. He also stayed with his apprentice, waiting for him to wake up.

Hong Ge'er, who had drunk the medicine, was put on the bed. His face gradually looked less pale, but he still didn't wake up. Everyone breathed carefully, for fear of disturbing him and causing any trouble.

About an hour later, Hong Ge'er woke up as expected. He blinked and looked at Chen, shouting, "Mom."

Chen held his face with sobs, "My son, how do you feel? Are you uncomfortable?"

Hong Ge'er smiled weakly: "Mom, I feel like I can breathe now." What he said was true, the suffocating feeling he had before was gone, and he felt extremely relaxed.

He slowly looked at his family members one by one, and saw a beggar-like man. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was his master: "Master, has my sister come back?" He knew in his heart that if his sister came back, she would definitely stay with him, but he just wanted an answer, an answer he wanted to hear.

"The young lady will be back in ten days at the latest." This is what Huang Ye told him. "Don't worry, brother, she brought back her master. Only her master can cure your poison."

"That's great." Hong Ge let out a long sigh. It felt so good to be able to breathe freely. He was fine now, and he could see his sister again. It was great.