poison doctor

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Su Qingling, who was promoted to be the Minister of the Ministry of War last year, took leave of absence in the midst of his busy schedule, and went all the way to visit them, and brought Xiao Di along the way.With the help of many people, Chonglin's burden was also lightened a lot.Thanks to the silver taels given by Mr. Du and Su Shilang, the shop was able to be bought.Although this medical center is small, it is still much better than when I first went down the mountain to see a doctor in the street. At any rate, it is a house with bricks on all sides and tiles on the roof.

Although the consultation fee is not much, fortunately, there is almost no need to buy vegetables.Today Aunt Liu who suffers from rheumatism sends a bunch of leeks, and tomorrow Yang Er, a fish seller with bad teeth, will bring a fish head, and there will be lame Wang Si, deaf Uncle Wu, cabbage, lettuce, green onions, even chickens and ducks. Yes, there are fresh dishes on the table every day.

They rented a house with a kitchen stove at the foot of the mountain. There are two rooms, one big and one small, and they are called brothers to the outside world.Chonglin simply changed his name to Du Lin because of his royal surname.It's a little strange, but Du Heng is not happy to use another surname, and Chonglin is unwilling to use another name, so he can only make do with it.

At sunset and dusk, after the stove is lit, the house is warm.At this time, Du Heng was always tapping his chopsticks at the table, sitting with his legs crossed and waiting for the food to be served.Because he can't lift his right arm, Chonglin usually forbids him to cook, not to mention cooking pots, even plates and rice bowls.

Du Heng didn't argue with him, he was his uncle every day, but he still had to be picky and picky.Chong Linquan pretended not to hear it, and stared at him when he got tired of hearing it.It’s just that next time when I stir-fry the same dish, the one that was said to be salty often becomes bland, and the one that was said to be bland is too salty. It’s obvious that I have paid too much attention to it, which has the opposite effect.

In all fairness, although it is not delicacies from mountains and seas, it is still edible, but the taste is never right.But after several times, Du Heng laughed and said nothing every time he ate, and sometimes he remembered a certain "classic" dish a few days ago and burst out laughing, which made Chonglin's face black, and he just wanted to put his chopsticks to drive people away .

It wasn't until Xiao Di came that the predicament at the dinner table was relieved.

Before that, Du Heng had personally witnessed the arduous process of doing housework in Chonglin School. The pampered prince has never touched the spring water with his fingers, and he has never held something heavier than a teacup, let alone chopping firewood and lighting a fire, doing laundry and cooking... For a few days, there were knife wounds, scalds, scratches, scratches, and everything. Du Heng, who helped him bandage him, couldn't see it, but Chong Lin gritted his teeth and persisted.

It was unexpected at first that after having an intimate relationship and living together, Chonglin would be willing to take care of all of Du Heng's basic necessities of life.Every time he thought about it, he felt like he had married a good woman.

I remember that one day when the lady next door brought a chicken, Chonglin chased it all over the yard with a kitchen knife shaking his hands.Du Heng came out to take a look, only to find that Feiji was strolling leisurely in the yard, but Chonglin was holding a knife and weeping in a daze.

It's really useless to sympathize with food, Du Heng couldn't help but sigh.

After that, the family always bought ready-made meat, and the live chickens given by others were raised.Later, the result of the love between the rooster and the hen is that there are a lot of little guys in the family.

Chonglin likes chickens, they are as yellow and tender as hairballs, and he always holds them in his palm and feeds them to millet.They were all given names, and they could all be distinguished.But that name is really too elegant, one can tell at a glance that it was chosen by an idiot who only read sage books, such as Xiaoyue, Ruoxuan, Tinglan...the appearance of calling out countless treasures one by one makes people laugh out loud.

The little chickens in the family often mistook him for their mother, and they followed behind their buttocks all day long, and they couldn't be chased away.The quantity was too much, and it was very noisy, so I had to take the excess and give it away.Every time at this time, Chonglin felt sad for a long time.

Later, a student from the Xiangxue School sent a pair of little gray rabbits. Chonglin loved them so much that he bought a wooden cage and plucked weeds to feed them.The weeds were tough, and his delicate hands were full of cuts.Du Heng helped him pull it out a few times, and Chonglin felt sorry for Du Heng.

Later, Xiaodi had a way, and when he heard about it, he scolded them as idiots, went out with a machete and cut a large bundle a few times, and both of them were dumbfounded.

So carefully fed, but the two rabbits, which are half the size of their arms, have not yet given birth to babies. After looking for someone to look at them, they say that they are probably "wives" with broken sleeves walking beside the ground.When Du Heng heard that he laughed to death, Xiao Di thought it was troublesome to kill him to eat, which shocked Chong Lin into a cold sweat.

The next month, the two of them went up the mountain and released the rabbit back into the mountain.I don't know whether they have found their own beautiful family members, or they still spend their days together deeply in love.

All kinds of animals in the house have never stopped coming and going, but it is also lively.

And since leaving the smoky palace and finding his beloved again, Chonglin is in a better mood, and his body is much healthier.Asthma still occurs, and I still drink the daily soup, but I don't feel awkward anymore.When pears were in season, Du Heng would occasionally make honey cakes for him, and he often wrapped them up and was reluctant to eat them all at once.

Chonglin never picky or dislike anything, and he doesn't want any valuables, but just like when he was young, he would habitually find Du Heng and stare at him.Du Heng thinks he is cute, but he can't really touch his head and praise him for being cute.

At this time, the world is peaceful, but people like to listen to jokes about heroes in troubled times, and use them as conversation materials after dinner.The battle for the throne in the last years of the Qing Yuan Dynasty, which was not bloody but turbulent, became even more lively when it fell into the mouth of the storyteller, and adults and children in the teahouse listened to it with gusto.

In the story, the heinous romantic imperial doctor and the overwhelmed Baiyu Tianjialang are walking side by side on the way home in the thin night.

Today's Du Heng's gestures and gestures are more indifferent and pure than that of the young boy back then, with only occasional smiles between his brows and eyes, and a bit of the imperial doctor Du's demeanor of turning all living beings in the palace.A bit evil, but the curvature of the lips is gentle.

Chong Lin glanced at him, and said with a poisonous tongue: "My imperial physician is good-looking, with a handsome face, he can roll around in the thickets of makeup, and he will never have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of his life."

Knowing that he was still eating dry vinegar from 800 years ago, Du Heng smiled wryly, "I picked your locust tree, which is already tricky enough, how dare you cause trouble again."

We all have you, Mrs. Du.He thought to himself, and took his wife's hand.

Chonglin hurriedly looked around, only to feel relieved when he saw no one else.He has an extremely thin skin, not to mention holding hands in front of people, his face will turn red even if his body is rubbed against.When there were only two people left, they would lean over and hold him by the arm.

Chonglin seldom took the initiative to do further things, Du Heng always took him to kiss and caress.Obviously very comfortable, but the man pretended to be abstinent and reprimanded him when he lost his breath, but once he let go of his embrace, he would be stunned again, and immediately lost his temper, it was really awkward.

The walls of this room are a little thin, and only the two of them were okay at first, but after Xiaodi came, Chonglin would bite the back of his hand to suppress his panting when he was shaking on the bed at night.The look of him desperately enduring is very cute, and Du Heng finds it more interesting.But if he found out about this evil idea, he would be ashamed and angry, so it's better to keep it a secret.

Thinking back to the prince who was full of talent in Wenxiu and had power over the world, now he is teaching the children in the village school to read the enlightening passages from the Book of Songs.Like that "There are bandits and gentlemen, they are as sharp as they are sharpened, and they are as sharp as they are polished." They are required to study and become gentlemen.

Du Heng laughed at his pedantry, and said that if you want to teach, you should teach something about "the reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water", so that the children can catch beautiful women as soon as possible.Chonglin said in all seriousness that fame, fortune and power are like floating clouds and dung, a gentleman can be a lifetime, even a down-and-out gentleman is always better than a successful villain.

Du Heng refuted the fallacy that he was a poor scholar.Originally, what kind of gentleman and villain is the most comfortable holding his beloved wife in his arms.Hearing this, Chonglin couldn't help but groan, and the smile on the corners of his brows and eyes could no longer be restrained, and he told Xiaodi to add less oil to his meals in the future, so as not to slip his tongue.

After Xiaodi came, the housework was shared, and Chonglin was able to find time to play with the small animals for a while.Du Heng was watching from the side, exchanging a few laughing words.At this time, Chonglin seemed to be of the same age and temperament as the children in his school.

Never thought that he is such a person who loves to smile, the corners of his lips are curved, and a pair of dimples seem to be getting deeper and deeper, Du Heng can't help but touch them with his hands.Unlike the always deep eyes in the palace, now Chonglin's eyes are extremely clear, and sometimes a deep smile can be seen through the eyes, reflecting his face.

Two men with Pan An and Song Yu's appearance and tall stature, even if they are dressed plainly, they can still attract bees and butterflies just by walking on the street. There are ladies and jaspers everywhere. Follow and watch.

The people of the small county have seen such a beautiful figure in several lifetimes, and they are probably nothing more than gods in the sky.Not to mention that the two are good at writing and the other is good at medicine, and they are both young and unmarried.No one in the county doesn't know about them.

Back then, Su Qingling was able to find out where the two of them were staying so easily, and it was all thanks to their looks that couldn't be concealed no matter what.Of course, when seeing Su Shilang, the spring hearts of those big girls and sisters-in-law suddenly sprouted again, and they were put aside.

They can only sigh in their hearts, this good-looking person always gets together with good-looking people, and they don't know how their parents gave birth to them.

Occasionally, the two of them would go back to Qingxu Temple on the mountain to stay for two days, watch the sun rise and moon set side by side, burn a stick of incense, and add a lamp oil.Then sat and smiled, without saying anything, just smelling the fragrance and looking at the Daoist statue illuminated by the dim light, I felt safe.

Chonglin didn't know about many things in the past, and didn't ask about them.Happiness is so real now, enough is enough.

No matter what happened in the past, he believed that Du Heng would never betray him, and he had been desperately protecting himself, enduring the unspeakable pain, and shielding him from the wind and rain in an unknown place.

He will know what he wants to tell himself.If he doesn't say it, he doesn't need to know.Thinking about it now, without Du Heng, he might have died long ago.

On Du Heng's back, there were many whip marks left by him when he was tortured, long and short, deep and shallow.Although the scar has faded with time, it must have been painful at the time.

I feel like the past is like a dream.People are so contradictory. They are obviously living happily and contentedly, but they dream back at midnight, and occasionally they are still entangled by nightmares of the past.

Every time he woke up and sat up, strong arms would stretch out beside him to hug him back.The sleepy-eyed man pressed a kiss on his lips, and asked hoarsely, "Can't sleep because of nightmares?"

Chong Lin nodded, and Du Heng laughed, "Why is the dream so terrible, a tiger comes to eat you? Don't worry, you have too little meat, and if you want to eat it, you will pick me first."

Still immersed in the lingering aftertaste of shock, he was amused by him, and Chonglin actually replied seriously: "Eat you first, then you still want to eat me?"

"Fool, run away when you eat me."

"Oh, that's right." What is it, how can he be willing?

Chonglin buried his head deeply into the socket of Du Heng's neck, and closed his eyes in the comforting and familiar embrace.The ferocious, yelling, mourning, and weeping sounds in the dream gradually faded away, leaving only the even and warm breathing of the person beside the pillow.

The palace is very cold, but here is Lingshan with a humid and warm climate.In the years to come, it will be safe and quiet forever.

Motang

The inspiration for the story of "Poison Doctor" seems to have been a while ago. I remember that when I was just a freshman, I was in a general education class, and it took me nearly a semester to frame this story.But in the end, what is presented in the text is only the tip of the iceberg, and many palace fights and characters have not appeared.Originally, there were also roles such as princesses, palace maids (pseudo), killers, etc.

Until the third year of junior year, I wrote the first five chapters of this story piecemeal, and then I was busy with graduation and put down my work.In the second half of last year, encouraged by friends, I finally finished writing it.

Here I would like to thank my dear second wife (laughs), she told me that I can submit to Xinyue, so I submitted it to give it a try, but I didn’t expect to be able to submit it.

Because it is the first novel I wrote in my life, there are many immature places, and the writing style is different from the works I am writing now, but I really have deep feelings for it.Thanks to the editor for giving me opinions during the revision process. The newly added memory part in the article is really cute when I write it.

Speaking of my favorite character in this story, of course it is Du Heng.A friend said that "Poison Doctor" is a weak attack and a weak subject, but in my opinion, this is a monstrous imperial doctor, loyal dog Gong x gentle prince, arrogant subject! (Huh? Does anyone question Tsundere? Cough cough!) But for Du Heng, I am afraid it is a "desperately attacking" article.Needless to say, if he was with the prince, he would probably be the one who was suppressed (hiding his face and running away).

Another good friend also said after reading it that if she was Chonglin, she would never bear it for so long, and no matter what, she would force Du Heng to make it clear, or she would break up the relationship.In fact, eight years of entanglement and eight years of drinking poison really require a super strong mind, and it is probably impossible for me to bear it.

However, as my own mother, I always feel that Chonglin'ai Du Heng, who possesses super-M traits, loves Du Heng more stubbornly. His excessive self-esteem makes him unable to lower his head and ask questions.And what I'm most afraid of is that if you ask, you will really become a passerby.He would rather meet an enemy than be a stranger. This kind of entanglement and pain is difficult for outsiders to understand.Born in the royal family, what happiness is there for a bird in a cage to talk about? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is an example. It is a pity that there is no more space to write about him.

Stories related to the palace are full of effort in terms of characters and story structure, so what I want to try after "Poison Doctor" are loving ghosts and martial arts themes. The style is different from "Poison Doctor", and I am super happy to write.

I will try my best and look forward to seeing you all again in the next book.

Finally, I would like to thank all the readers who have read this story. If you have any thoughts or opinions, you are welcome to tell me on the New Moon Family website!