Chapter 139 – Ten Red Swollen Radishes

As he spoke, the door to the temple opened a crack, and Lan Xi slid out gently.

Looked up to see the crown prince and Su Yan opposite hands and stood, face are sad clouds, in the palace academy read the book of blue eunuch, the mind inexplicably popped out of a “hands look at each other in tears, even speechless choke”.

He shook his duster uncomfortably, sweeping away distractions, and saluted, ”Young master. In such a cold day, Little Master is still waiting outside the palace, truly pure filial piety! Yo, Royal Secretary Su has returned to the capital? Good, looking at the end of the year is approaching, return to the capital for the New Year how good.”

Su Yan listened to Blue Hei finished, think every sentence is ironic, and every sentence is nonsense, but also a little admire this old eunuch “nothing for sometimes there is also nothing” language art.

But if you want to know the situation inside the palace, you still have to ask this cheap uncle, so he returned the salute and said, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, Eunuch Lan is well. I don’t know how is the Emperor’s body?”

Blue happy sigh: “the master of this head wind ah, in the past when tired occasionally also attack, but with our family massage, it will eliminate half of the pain, and then a good night’s sleep, woke up in good spirits, and even the medicine do not need to eat. Therefore, the emperor easily do not send doctors to diagnose and treat, think they make a big deal out of it. This time I do not know how, the attack is more serious than usual, tonics, massage, acupuncture, take turns, but no improvement, but more difficult to toss.”

Su Yan said nervously, “It still hurts? How hard is it?”

“The pain is so severe that you can’t see the light, can’t hear the sound, and can’t even touch your body hair or skin. This is not, waved away the Imperial Doctor, and all the servants were kicked out, we are also at our wits’ end.”

Su Yan listened to this symptom, more and more feel déjà vu, vaguely recalled the previous life of the university tutor Liu Rhodium.

Liu Rhodium is an empty-nested widower, very professional, a mess of self-care, not exactly an approachable character, but Su Yan is exceptionally eye-catching, and allows him to call out to Grandma Liu when he jokes. Su Yan usually if he has time, he will help him pack meals, cleaning, throwing clothes in the washing machine, but not because of thesis on the nose, but consciously to save Liu Lou Lou in the housework of the fire, so as to avoid the other side of the dirty, starvation, and their own have to change the tutor.

Liu tutor every three to five headaches, three to five months a major seizure, but also this pain in the death, anorexia light anorexia sound afraid to move, with vertigo vomit a spattering. He was dragged to the big hospital thoroughly check, ct, MRI, imaging a dragon down, did not find out what big problems.

Doctors diagnose vascular neurologic headaches because some of the blood vessels in the patient’s brain are naturally narrower, and vasoconstriction leads to neurologic headaches. There are many triggers, such as excessive fatigue, mental stress, lack of sleep, irregular work and rest …… may trigger. The treatment program given is also based on physical and mental conditioning, which cannot be cured, but only seeks to have fewer attacks.

Doctors also said that the brain is the most subtle, the most difficult to explore the human body organs, the depth of some foci of disease no one can do anything about it, even if the development of medical technology to this point today, the brain is still God forbidden area.

Su Yan returned to his senses and said to Lan Xi, “I want to go into the hall to visit the imperial master, I don t know ……”

Lan Xi was hard to hear.

On the one hand, he knew that Emperor Jinglong’s feelings towards Su Yan were not ordinary, and if he didn’t happen to be sick, he would have summoned him immediately after he returned to the capital. Bringing Su Yan to the Holy Spirit is naturally a move to please the Emperor. But on the other hand, the emperor’s severe headache lasted a few hours, inevitably irritable temper. The palace people are driven away, presumably also stored in front of the subordinates do not want to show weakness of the mentality, at this time to bring Su Yan in, will not hit on the gun, make a mistake?

Su Yan added, “I have a method that may be able to alleviate the Imperial Master’s headache.”

Now Lan Xi made up his mind and said to him, “Let us go in and report, and see what the Emperor wants, and Imperial Secretary Su and wait here for a while.” Said again opened the doorway and quietly went in.

Zhu Hailin asked, “So many eunuchs have failed, do you really have a method?”

Su Yan smiled embarrassedly, “It’s not really a serious method, a small aid to see if it can reduce the symptoms.”

Zhu Hailin nodded his head and tried to hold his hand again, “Try it, it won’t matter if it doesn’t work, if father is angry, I’ll bear it for you. Let’s go, I will accompany you inside.”

He also didn’t wait for Lan Xi to come out and reply, pulling Su Yan into the temple door.

The light in the bedchamber is dim, the window panes are covered by thick curtains, and it’s almost impossible to see the serving courtiers, and occasionally one or two pass by, also on tiptoe.

Lan Xi just excused himself and looked up to see that the Crown Prince and Su Yan had already slipped in, and after being slightly stunned, he lowered his voice to an extremely low level, “The Imperial Master didn’t nod his head, so how did you guys get in?”

The Crown Prince waved his hand, signaling him to keep quiet and just do what Su Yan said.

Su Yan said softly, “Beat a basin of hot water and a thick cotton towel that absorbs water, then have someone prepare boiling water and wait by the side.”

After hesitating, Lan Xi ordered someone to prepare it and quickly sent it over.

Jinglong emperor is not in the draped tent heavy plucked dragon bed, but lying in a wide Luo Han couch, about the palace people to bring medicine to send water to take care of the convenience.

Su Yan approached, see the emperor wearing a date red cross-collar shirt, looks like the side of the hanger on the ochre yellow regular clothes inside, presumably because just after the dynasty on the acute seizure, only took off the outside of the dragon robe, and even the bedclothes are too late to change. Brocade quilt cover under the chest, head and neck behind the thick soft pillow.

The emperor did not wear a crown and hat, only bundled a net scarf, black hair such as raven’s wings gathered in the black silk net, this appearance compared to the usual see, less a few points of majesty, more a few points of elegance. At this moment is double brow locked, face color white, forehead corner cold sweat pulp out, obviously has been difficult to the extreme, but grit his teeth and refused to divulge half a moan.

Su Yan seized his heart and very gently called out, “Imperial Master.”

The emperor opened his eyes and glanced at Su Yan for a moment without responding, not even an expression change.

He was fighting with all his will against the hammering, sharp throbbing pain inside his skull, which hit his brain one after the other, not giving him a chance to catch his breath. He knew who was coming, but really didn’t have the energy or desire to meet with the other man in this situation, and finally squeezed two words from between his lips, “Get out.”

Su Yan resisted the decree and took a few more steps closer, kneeling in front of the Luohan couch and signaling the courtiers to bring the water basin and place it right beside him.

He reached out and touched the hot water and commanded in a low voice, “Not hot enough.”

The palace man mixed half a pot of boiling water, Su Yan dipped it again and said, “Mix it again.”

Lan Xi bent down and touched the copper basin, it was so hot that he retracted his hand and couldn’t help but dissuade: “You can’t mix it anymore. Imperial Secretary Su wants to use a hot compress, but it should also be tight to the Emperor’s dragon body, it must not be scalded!”

Su Yan said, “I know in my heart.” After a pause, he added, “Don’t worry, this water first passes through my hand this pass, to scald is also first scald me, can’t scald the royal master.”

Lan Xi looked at the Crown Prince who was standing aside, nodded helplessly and signaled the palace staff to mix another half pot of boiling water.

Su Yan soaked the thick cotton towel into it. The water in the copper basin, the heat between “hot as a bee sting” and “unbearable pain”, he endured the pain of the cotton towel folded into a thick strip, take out and twist gently, until the water does not drip out but wet enough degree, quickly fan the air three times to cool down, and then the entire strip on the Emperor’s forehead.

The sudden scalding hot stimulation caused the Emperor to open his eyes violently, raising his hand to clutch Su Yan’s wrist, his gaze steeply stern as a blade.

Blue Happiness shivered as if she’d been branded and hissed as she drew cold air.

“Imperial Master believes in me.” Su Yan said in a warm voice, “Relax, close your eyes, the burn won’t hurt.”

The emperor stared at him for a long time, his eyes confused like a thick fog, and the depths of this fog and vaguely through a little bright light, like a thousand candles stupa on a very distant mountain, in the dark night long bright. Finally slowly closed his eyes, withdrew his hand, let him do.

Lan Xi couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, glad that it was thanks to Su Yan, if it was anyone else, his head would have already hit the ground.

Prince but concerned that the emperor outbreak of hand strength in Su Yan wrist left a circle of floating marks, heartbroken thought: Qinghe skin tender, give so a pinch, afraid to turn back to bruises, father can not be a little lighter?

The emperor gradually adapted to the hot feeling on his forehead. When the temperature of the outer layer of the cotton towel dropped slightly, Su Yan turned out the inner layer and applied it once more, and then soaked it into the copper basin to heat it up, and so on again and again.

He had to precisely control the temperature of the heat packs to be at the limit of what the human skin could tolerate, and use that temperature to heat up the blood flow as quickly as possible to get it to the deep brain lesions and dilate the capillaries to relieve the neuropathic pain.

The towel on the forehead is the limit of heat, so the water in the basin must necessarily be warmer.

Even if there is no immediate high-temperature burns like contact with boiling water or boiling oil, it is inevitable that the skin of the operator’s hands will be scalded by low temperatures after a long soaking time.

It’s just that low-temperature burns are not easily noticeable. Look at the skin just some redness or white, the surface is not serious, the pain is not very obvious, but over time will lead to subcutaneous tissue injury. Deep and heavy wounds can even cause deep tissue necrosis, and subsequent improper treatment, ulceration may also occur, long time can not be healed.

Su Yan also knows the danger of low temperature scald, but at the moment in order to give Emperor Jinglong analgesia, hard to endure a small half hour, the basin has been renewed seven or eight times boiling water.

It wasn’t until his hands began to visibly redden and swell that the two men, anxious onlookers, realized something was wrong.

Before the Prince saw Su Yan’s face calm and focused, he thought that the water temperature in the basin was still tolerable, now his heart jumped, reached out and probed into the water basin, shivered for a moment, and lost his voice: “So hot?”

He reached out to pull Su Yan, “Get out of the way, I’ll do it.”

Su Yan pushed his hand away, “It’s not hot, don’t make a mess. You know how to control the optimal temperature?” He also said to Lan Xi, “Eunuch Lan, please persuade the young master away, causing the towel on my hand to cool too much, and I have to soak again.”

The emperor’s entire brain seems to be soaked in hot water, drowsy and unable to think, being scalded blazing and ironing, while those hammering, throbbing and strangling sensations gradually reduced, and finally even nearly subsided.

Hearing the conversation between the two, he opened his eyes to remove the cotton towel from his forehead and let out a long breath, “I’m much better, I don’t need to put it on again.”

Lan Xi saw that the emperor wanted to sit up, and busily took another brocade quilt to cushion behind him.

The emperor smoothly pulled Su Yan up and made him sit on the edge of the couch, holding his palm to inspect his hand.

Both hands were scalded to a rouge color, and the fingers were like ten red and swollen thin carrots. Without lifting his head, the emperor ordered, “Lan Xi, bring over the Three Yellow Cream.”

Lan Xi Nuo made a sound and fetched the ointment at once.

Prince grabbed the box of ointment, was about to go forward to Su Yan dressing. The emperor reached out and grabbed the box in his palm, and said, “Light the lamp, not too bright. All of you go out.”

The crown prince hesitated not wanting to go, and the emperor frowned slightly, “What, want to resist the decree?”

Lan Xi hurriedly made peace and persuaded the reluctant Crown Prince to leave with a cajoling. The palace people lighted the lamps and closed the door of the palace tightly as they retired. Lan Xi went out, and then used his face to signal the palace people guarding the corridor to stay away, and he himself guarded outside the palace.

The emperor’s head does not hurt. As for Su Yan next pain, where the pain, blue eunuchs do not mind, and even gave birth to a wave of Schadenfreude and the complexity of old relief intertwined, not only the corners of the mouth picked up a smile, and even the tail end of the whisk in hand is also happy to flick up.

East Palace service in the court waiting for heart anxiety, Fu Bao saw the crown prince out of the temple, busy to meet up: “Little master, this day is dark …… from the end of the dynasty to now, the whole four hours, the little master again how filial to the imperial master, but also have to drink a mouthful of water, eat a mouthful of rice which.”

The Prince held a bellyful of nameless fire and said resentfully, “Little master can’t eat!”

The sky began to sprinkle misty snow foam, and the cold wind rolled over the withered branches above the palace wall, whimpering audibly, causing the chill to multiply.

The Crown Prince looked around and raised his voice: “Where’s the chair? You guys go and move a hardwood chair over here, Little Master I will sit outside Father Emperor’s chambers tonight and not leave. What is this called? This is called worrying about my father’s illness and keeping vigil to serve my relatives!”

The last eight words were practically shouted at the top of my voice.

Emperor Jinglong vaguely heard it in the hall, and his face vaguely darkened a bit.

Su Yan has the eyesight to round off the scene, “Your Highness the Crown Prince is loyal and sincere, a piece of filial piety, even the minister is very touched.” At the same time, the hands quietly shrink back, is to withdraw from the trend.

The Emperor gently but firmly clasped his hand, opened the box of ointment, and applied a thin layer of the Three Yellow Ointment made of Huangbai, Huanglian, and Scutellaria to his hand.

Imperial three yellow paste made by the Imperial Doctor, more than the ordinary formula to add gardenia and pearl powder two flavors, exudes a faint fragrance.

The emperor stroked over these scalded hands inch by inch, from the belly of the fingers, knuckles to the root of the palm, each area was carefully applied. Wrapped in light ointment and pearl powder skin, in the candlelight irradiation wet and silky, glittering with pearl powder shimmer.

Su Yan trance, the emperor is not smearing his hands, but in the touch of spring blooming peach blossom branches, picking newborn tender green reed buds, rubbing the soft feathers of young birds. When being caressed in such a gentle and stacked way, the peach blossoms would blush with shame, the reed buds would be tender and want to be folded, and the feathers would gently tremble in a cluster of ignited heat.

The air in the hall was sticky and glued, as if it was difficult to breathe, Su Yan couldn’t help but open his lips to gasp slightly, like a fish out of water.

This kind of rubbing, which was extremely loving and implied a certain hint, made him feel as if he had been raped one by one, as if his ten fingers had been raped one by one.

The emperor lowered his head and blew a few breaths, “After a while the ointment dries, it will feel a bit taut. Remember to leave it for a full six hours and don’t wash the water.”

Su Yan nodded in a daze, unable to speak for a moment.

The Emperor gazed at him for a moment in the candlelight, and couldn’t help but raise his hand to his face, leaning his body forward.

Su Yan’s breathing was suppressed, his thoughts were disorganized, his brain was like a ball of thread that had been pounced on by seven or eight cats, where could he still catch the head and tail. He subconsciously closed his eyes, his long eyelashes lightly trembled in panic, and his body retreated towards the outside of the couch.

The Emperor put his other hand against his back, easily stopping his fleeing momentum.

Su Yan urgently said, “Your Majesty, no ……”

The emperor almost leaned over and attached himself to his ear, his voice low, “Qinghe is to me–“

A loud teenager’s voice suddenly raised from outside the hall, interrupting his murmuring, it was the crown prince sitting in the snow in the courtyard reciting the “Commentary on the Classic of Filial Piety” out loud:

“For those who are on top of people, how can they not honor them? If a ruler can not be slow to others, and cultivate himself to be at peace with the people, then millions of people will be pleased, and this is the key to the way. If the superior applies virtue and teaches, and the people use harmony, then there is no reason for division and disintegration to arise ……”

–This pitiful little brat! The emperor let out a huffy and helpless soft sigh, lifted the brocade quilt and got up, and with the basin of water and cotton towel under the couch, washed the residual ointment from his own hands.

“Qinghe, dress me.” The emperor changed his words.