It wasn't a big deal for an ordinary person to be angered, but Master Guan was old and frail, and his body was already very weak. After being angered, he immediately fainted. Shanghai Wan 'er hurriedly sent a young servant to fetch the imperial physician. The young servant hated this old man for putting on airs and looking down on everyone. On the way, he purposely dawdled a little.
The imperial physician used needles to revive Master Guan. After looking, listening, questioning and feeling the pulse, he stroked his beard and shook his head, saying, "The Scholar's fainting this time is indeed a blessing."
The scholars were surprised and hurriedly asked for the reason behind it.
The imperial physician said, "The Scholar is old and has been sitting for a long time. His kidneys are weak and his blood vessels are not good. If this goes on, it won't be long before he becomes a serious problem. If he gets angry, his life will be in danger. But the Scholar doesn't know about this, isn't it dangerous? Although he suddenly fainted today, after the diagnosis and treatment, this old man can see that the Scholar's illness is getting worse. If he can be nursed back to health as soon as possible, it will be a blessing in disguise. "
Shanghai Wan 'er asked, "If that's the case, what should Scholar Guan do?"
The imperial physician said, "From now on, the Scholar should cultivate his body and mind. He must not have any emotions of great joy, great sorrow or great anger. Right now, he can't be bothered with official affairs. This old man will prescribe some medicine for the Scholar. Go home and take the medicine to recuperate. After a period of time, I will treat him again and see how his recovery is. "As he said this, he spouted out a medical theory.
What the imperial physician said was actually a cerebral hemorrhage, but he said it using the theory of traditional Chinese medicine. When Scholar Zhang Liang heard that Scholar Guan's illness was so serious, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy. This old man relied on his seniority to do almost nothing in the History Library. All he did was recite poems all day long, and everyone had to flatter him. Unfortunately, his position was the highest and his salary was also the highest. This time, he was finally kicked out.
Scholar Zhang was secretly happy, but his face was full of shock. "The Scholar's illness is so serious? Ah, ah, ah, Scholar Lin, I'll have to trouble you to find a carriage and have it wait outside the Illustrious Virtue Gate. My colleagues and I will take care of Scholar Guan for now, and then we'll help him out. "
Lin Ximing was the youngest, naturally he would be the one to run the errands. Without another word, he hastily went out of the Palace to prepare the carriage. On her side, Shanghai Wan'er looked after him until several scholars helped Guan Fuzi out of the Palace. Only then did she return to Wu Cheng Dian.
When Shanghai Wan'er returned to Wu Cheng Hall, she saw Yang Fan standing there shyly with his chest puffed out. She glared at him fiercely and said with a straight face, "Come in with me!"
"Here!"
Yang Fan followed behind Shanghai Wan'er and walked inside. After a few steps, Shanghai Wan'er felt as if there was a pair of eyes staring at her from behind. Her back felt itchy, her waist felt stiff, and her whole body felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, she stopped and turned around. She rolled her eyes at Yang Fan and said angrily, "You walk in front!"
Shanghai Wan'er had always been dignified and elegant. She rarely showed such an angry expression. When she rolled her eyes, she had an indescribable charm, which made Yang Fan's heart skip a beat. Yang Fan was baffled; he did not know why Shanghai Wan'er wanted him to walk in front, so he followed her words and walked in the front. Shanghai Wan'er followed behind him and indeed felt a lot more comfortable.
The two of them entered the side hall. Yang Fan looked left and right and turned his head around in bewilderment. Shanghai Wan'er did not pay him any attention. She walked over and gracefully sat down on a Luohan bed. She stared at him and said, "Guan Fuzi is the Historian Guan Xiu Zhi, Hong Wen Guan Shu Shi. You are just a little Imperial Bodyguard, how dare you to contradict him?"
Yang Fan said, "Even if he is the current Prime Minister, lowly officer must have committed a mistake and died in his hands before he can punish me. Could it be that just because his official position is higher than mine, he can do whatever he wants? Even if he is lowly officer's Shangguan, there is no such logic in the world, right? Why can't lowly officer argue? "
Shanghai Wan'er angrily said, "You still dare to say it! You are just a little Imperial Bodyguard, you are unreasonable. Offending him is not a good thing. Guan Fuzi is already old, his qi and blood are both weak. Because of your anger, he was carried home to recuperate. If by any chance something bad happens to him, won't it be a big trouble for you? "
Yang Fan could not help laughing. "That's strange," he said, "Daizhao keeps saying that lowly officer contradicted him, but Daizhao was also present at the time, you should have seen it clearly. Obviously he insulted me first, lowly officer argued with him a few words, how did it become a contradiction? Did lowly officer use any obscene words to impose on that Old Fuzi? That Old Fuzi, relying on his several years of age, can wantonly belittle other people. How can other people's argument be called a contradiction? If that's the case, it'll be much easier to distinguish between right and wrong in this world. No matter how old you are, I'll just invite someone older than you. No matter what nonsense he says, you won't be able to defend yourself. Isn't that enough? "
Hearing this, Shanghai Wan'er wanted to laugh, but hastily she put on a straight face and sighed softly. "No matter what, you are too reckless. If Guan Fuzi really becomes sick from anger, with your status, who will speak up for you?"
Yang Fan could hear the concern in her voice, so he casually said, "I can't care about that! In front of Shangguan Daizhao, he said that lowly officer can't bear it, how can lowly officer tolerate it? "
This was also Yang Fan's cleverness. It was obvious that he stood up because the scholar Lin and the little chamberlain who appreciated him were humiliated. At this time, he turned to Shanghai Wan'er and said, "You see, how much do I care about my image in the heart of my immediate superior?"
However, the speaker did not mean it, but the listener heard it. His previous series of actions had already made Shanghai Wan'er misunderstand his meaning. As soon as this sentence came out, Shanghai Wan'er's heart jumped with a 'peng' sound. She panicked for no reason. "He … he doesn't want me to look down on him, so he disregards the consequences and angrily refuted me?"
Shanghai Wan'er had never had a man make such a confession of love to her in her life. For a moment, she was flustered and did not even know where to put her hands and feet.
She was afraid that Yang Fan would see the expression on her face, so she quickly lowered her head and coughed softly. "I … was just giving you some advice on how to do things. This time … you don't need to worry too much. If there is a problem with Guan Yi's zhenqi, the 'Striking the Bow' was personally carried out by Emperor Taizong, so he dismissed it as worthless. If you refute him, you are protecting Emperor Taizong. With this kind of loyalty … there will be no problem. "
After saying this, Shanghai Wan'er felt that she was out of breath again. She quickly picked up a memorial and examined it attentively. She waved her hand at Yang Fan and said, "Okay, go and do your work!"
Yang Fan clasped his hands in respect, turned around and walked out the door.
As soon as Yang Fan's figure disappeared from the door, Shanghai Wan'er, who had been looking at him from the corner of her eyes, placed her hand on her chest and let out a big breath. Shanghai Wan'er composed herself and secretly spat: "What a good-for-nothing. What kind of big event have you not seen before? A little imperial bodyguard expressing his love to you, is there a need to panic like this?"
Although she said that, the feeling of someone expressing their love for the first time was like a stone falling into the water, creating a ripple. How could it be so easy to calm down?
Shanghai Wan'er sat there in a daze. She suddenly remembered that because her father was guilty, she was sent to the palace as an official slave. Now, although she had the Empress Dowager's appreciation and became the Empress' close minister, she had almost everything in this world. The only thing she could not have was the freedom to marry and have children, to build a family. She could not help but feel dejected and her heart also became cold.
After being in a daze for a long time, Shanghai Wan'er sighed softly and thought gloomily: "Even if you have freedom, can you really marry a little imperial bodyguard in the imperial army? Don't let your imagination run wild, just focus on your work! "
Shanghai Wan'er forced herself to calm down and turned her gaze to the memorial. As soon as she saw it, she could not help but let out an 'ah' sound and immediately blushed. It turned out that the memorial in her hand was upside down all along.
… …
Shanghai Wan'er was alone in the hall. Sometimes she was happy, sometimes she was angry, sometimes she was ashamed. It took a long time for her heart to calm down. After dealing with several memorials, she looked at the time. The Empress should end the morning court session, so she put down the memorial and walked towards the door. Before she reached the door, she heard a hearty laughter coming from the door. Hearing that the voice belonged to Princess Taiping, Shanghai Wan'er quickened her pace.
Princess Taiping and Shanghai Wan'er had completely different emotional styles. Shanghai Wan'er's character was introverted and reserved. Even a small action could arouse ripples in her heart that would not disperse for a long time. The more she put it in her heart and tried her best not to show it, the deeper the traces in her heart would be.
On the other hand, Princess Taiping was straightforward and generous, she had the spirit of a man. Whether it was love or hate, happiness or anger, she clearly expressed it without any shyness.
That day at the Lantern Festival, she and Yang Fan were enjoying the scenery of Ding Ding Long Street from the dozens of zhang tall lantern tree. In a moment of passion, she kissed Yang Fan. If it were any other woman, when they saw him, they would inevitably feel embarrassed. But Princess Taiping seemed to have completely forgotten about this matter. That day's matter was only because of that enchanting and gentle scene, her heart was moved for a moment. It was like a spring dream without a trace.
Today, Princess Taiping came to the Palace.
She estimated that at this time, her mother would be out of court soon, so she rushed to Wucheng Hall. When he arrived at the first courtyard, he inquired with the guards at the gate. Knowing that Imperial Mother had yet to arrive, he was no longer in a hurry. He leisurely strolled to the third courtyard. Before he entered the hall, he saw Yang Fan standing there.
Princess Taiping immediately walked over.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
The guards on both sides bowed to Princess Taiping. Princess Taiping put her hands behind her back and tilted her head. She looked at Yang Fan with a smile. Yang Fan was puzzled. Then she asked with a smile, "Why were you transferred to Wucheng Hall? I remember that your previous job was quite easy! "
Yang Fan said in surprise, "How did Your Highness know where I was originally on duty? I have not told Your Highness before, have I? "
"Oh! I … have heard someone mention it by chance! "
Princess Taiping knew that she had let the cat out of the bag. She quickly waved her hand and changed the topic, "Is it hard to be on duty at Wucheng Hall?"
Yang Fan said, "It's alright! In fact, except for the stricter rules here, everything else is not bad! "
Princess Taiping nodded and said, "Well, how did you take turns? Tell me about it. One day, when you're not on duty, this consort will compete with you. Last time, we clearly won, but you stole all the limelight. This consort has always been unconvinced. "
Yang Fan said with a smile, "Since Your Highness has given the order, Yang Fan will naturally obey. Speaking of which, Your Highness and Shangguan Daizhao's cuju skills, Yang Fan also admires them very much. "
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Princess Taiping became interested. She smiled and said, "In the Imperial Palace, I and Wan 'er have always been regarded as the best in the art of cuju. However, there has never been a conclusion as to who is better between the two of us. In your opinion, between me and Wan' er, whose art of cuju is better?"
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