Chapter 114: The Best Regent King
Touching and kissing won’t make a baby…
Right?
Right!
Wei Wanlan was filled with shock and reconfirmed that he was a little boy.
But this political intrigue novel was just that perverted. Mixed with weird settings, it wouldn’t be rare.
Besides, he had taken off the Regent King’s pants and even grabbed the bottom line that shouldn’t be touched. According to the conservative thinking of ancient people, rounding it up, it counted as them having skin-to-skin intimacy. If he got pregnant just like that, it was also possible…
Wei Wanlan thought to himself that he was currently buried in Su Jingzhi’s body. He had no one else to bury himself in and had long gotten used to it recently. However, habit is a terrible thing. He moved a bit further away from the Regent King, his small face instantly flushing red. He was cowardly; he was afraid being too close would nurture the fetus.
He fearfully met the Divine Doctor’s gaze: “M-may I ask what’s wrong?”
Hao Da: “This Madam has a celestial appearance, but your complexion is too pale. Do you need some pills to regulate Qi and blood?”
Wei Wanlan inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
But an inexplicable regret also floated up. Maybe it was because this political intrigue novel actually didn’t open his eyes to something new—unscientific.
“No need. I’ve looked like this since I was little.”
A child said: “Then, did Big Sister apply too much powder today?”
Wei Wanlan said faintly: “Didn’t apply powder.”
Eventually, he was occupied by disappointment. It seemed this wasn’t a very reliable doctor. Being able to prepare good medicine for external injuries might be due to other causes, or perhaps he stumbled upon it by luck.
Su Jingzhi only felt the little clumsy thing tossing about in front of him. He didn’t know Wei Wanlan’s thoughts, but knowing his mental energy would gradually fail, he cut straight to the chase:
“My wife and I are staying at the Lu family’s house. We will be traveling far in a few days. I suffer from insomnia and excessive dreaming; I want to buy medicine for soothing the nerves and calming the mind.”
At this time, Teacher Lu nodded along and said: “Little smelly chess player, these two are guests of my Lu family. You should give a discount. At worst, this old man will let you win a few games in the future…”
“Hey, old smelly chess player,” Hao Da smacked his lips in anger upon hearing this and jumped up, “Which time wasn’t it because my eyes were blurry and I couldn’t see clearly, otherwise how could you take advantage? —Calming medicine, ha, haha, I have this, I have this! I’ll go get it!”
Saying that, Hao Da ran back into the medicine hut.
He brought out some jars and bottles and ran out again, enthusiastically introducing them to Wei Wanlan and the others: “The calming pills freshly baked by this Divine Doctor are made using tortoise shell as a medical guide, boiled with sour jujube kernels.”
He chattered endlessly: “You know tortoises, they are so peaceful! Sour jujube calms sleep and nourishes the heart. I would like to name this item ‘Tortoise-Jujube Pills’ (Gui Suan Wan)!”
Wei Wanlan didn’t know if Su Jingzhi would still eat this bottle of Gui Sun Wan (Turtle Grandson Pills) once it was brought out. He paid the money and then softly complained: “Why don’t you use a stone as a medical guide next time? That thing is even more motionless.”
Unexpectedly, Hao Da was ecstatic: “Cinnabar stone, amber stone, magnet stone… all are good stones for calming the nerves. Little Lady is wonderful. Too wonderful!”
Wei Wanlan was speechless.
His feeling about this village doctor was chaotic again. He felt the doctor was incoherent, yet also crazy.
He really wasn’t at ease handing the Regent King of Great Wei, the male lead of this book, over to this madman for treatment. Wei Wanlan decided to leave after buying the Tortoise-Jujube Pills.
But unbeknownst to him, an old woman came from outside at this time. She looked similar to Old Lady Lu, also wearing a headscarf, but lacked Old Lady Lu’s hidden wisdom:
“Doctor Hao, this old woman has come to thank you. Although my son didn’t take your medicine, after he returned home, he ate two bowls of bean rice in a row and joked with me. He looks much more cheerful than before he came to find you…”
Hao Da smiled along. He accepted the jujube steamed buns the old lady brought, called her “Aunt Feng,” and said, “Actually, your son’s illness isn’t serious; it’s just a mental knot. You’re welcome.”
Wei Wanlan narrowed his eyes.
So this Aunt Feng was Scholar Feng’s mother.
Scholar Feng failed the preliminary examination and gradually became anxious and depressed, doubting his own level. Originally considered a spirited young man, his appetite had decreased daily, his face gloomy and brows furrowed.
Doctor Hao then used the matter of male pregnancy and anti-abortion medicine to tease him.
Scholar Feng couldn’t take the teasing. Leaving the small courtyard, he shared this strange encounter with everyone he met. As long as a person opens up the situation and steps out of the dead end, they can slowly recover. The fear is getting trapped by inner demons.
So this change in Scholar Feng, in Old Lady Feng’s eyes, was already a recovery from depression by more than half. The old lady had nothing precious at home, so she sent the freshly steamed jujube buns to Hao Da’s house while they were hot.
Thus, the courtyard was filled with the sweet smell of jujube buns.
Wei Wanlan’s little nose twitched again. His gaze fell on the small porcelain bottle of Tortoise-Jujube Pills. He took half a step forward, relying on their identity as a pretend couple, to make a decision for Su Jingzhi:
“The healer indeed has a miraculous hand causing spring to return. Then can you take a look at my husband’s eyes? He can’t see now, and his hearing is gradually fading.”
Su Jingzhi’s body suddenly tensed.
His eyes, which could no longer see, couldn’t show emotional fluctuations, but his brow twitched slightly.
Xiao Wan…
The village doctor Hao Da leaned over while gnawing on a bun. He looked Su Jingzhi up and down alertly, tremblingly opened his eyelids, and checked the majestic Regent King all over. Wei Wanlan worried that Su Jingzhi didn’t like others approaching, so he quickly leaned over to watch closely.
But at this time, Hao Da asked a question out of the blue: “What is the gentleman’s surname?”
“Su.”
Hao Da opened his mouth wide, and the jujube bun fell to the ground, rolling away.
There were many people surnamed Su in the world. It was absolutely impossible for anyone to casually connect them with the Regent King and the Little Emperor residing high in the court. Wei Wanlan felt baffled by this reaction.
Wei Wanlan actually knew that if the Regent King was poisoned, the Regent King himself must have already tried every possible way to detoxify it, but hope still rose in his heart. After all, a doctor having a reaction was always better than no reaction.
He felt threads of joy growing in his heart like sprouts. A smile unknowingly curled up on his face, and he blurted out:
“May I ask the doctor how to treat it? We can pay more consultation fees, as much as you want!”
Hao Da’s face momentarily showed a look of uncertainty different from before.
But this expression passed in a flash, so fast that Wei Wanlan couldn’t catch it. Wei Wanlan could only take this as a flash of inspiration seeing the key to the illness, and his expectation grew stronger.
He heard Hao Da respond:
“Since the surname is Su, he should be a descendant of some branch of the Su family, leaving sequelae from fighting the Turks at the border, right?”
Hao Da thought for a moment, scrutinized Su Jingzhi again, knowing he couldn’t see, and spoke to Wei Wanlan: “Your husband might have been hit on the head by some Turkic weapon like a Golden Melon Hammer during the war. There’s a blood clot in his head, which caused the blindness…”
At this time, Teacher Lu shook his head and said: “That’s not right, Hao Da. This Mrs. Su said they met bandits before coming to Yichuan Village, not Turkic soldiers, and there were no Golden Melon Hammers. They fell from the hillside.”
“Then, then, then, let it be falling. Anyway, it was caused by blunt force trauma. Treat it according to this; promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis is correct!”
Saying that, Hao Da was about to prescribe herbs to dissipate blood stasis.
Su Jingzhi waved his hand faintly: “No need. Having the calming medicine is enough. Sorry to disturb.”
After speaking, Su Jingzhi didn’t want to stay here any longer. He took Wei Wanlan to leave.
And Wei Wanlan felt his heart sinking lower and lower as he listened.
The hope of curing the Regent King that had been ignited earlier was now completely extinguished by Hao Da’s diagnosis, like a bubble being popped.
Because Hao Da didn’t mention poisoning at all, indicating he didn’t see the crux of Su Jingzhi’s illness.
As for attributing the blindness and deafness to heavy blows from blunt objects, Wei Wanlan didn’t believe it. He had unintentionally checked the Regent King; the injuries were all on his body. His face and head had never had injuries; they were protected very well.
Wei Wanlan lowered his eyes obediently: “Thank you. We’ll take our leave since we bought what we wanted.”
That night, the two cooperated in the kitchen again.
Su Jingzhi couldn’t see or hear clearly, but he could direct generally what to do. Wei Wanlan obeyed and did it. Sometimes when helping out, Su Jingzhi would do it himself.
Sometimes I really don’t understand, Wei Wanlan thought. This person counts as one of the top nobles in Chang’an by status, yet he has even stayed in the cooking camp. His parents never raised him as a pampered young master.
He could cook.
He could close his eyes and use two chopsticks to twist the bun dough into the shape of a small pumpkin.
He would also use his large, rough palm to hold up the small, cute pumpkin bun and hand it in his direction:
“For you.”
“Does it look good?”
His eyes were empty, his face cold and severe. Even in civilian clothes in the countryside, he still exuded an aura of authority. But with those hands that seemed only meant for holding swords and sabers, he carefully molded a pumpkin bun. The hands were hard, but the dough was soft and fluffy.
This gave Wei Wanlan a distinct and strong feeling for the first time:
This person… is teasing me.
Not mocking, nor playing tricks.
He just seemed to simply hope that he could be happy.
Realizing this, Wei Wanlan’s tears smacked onto the chopping board. Taking that small, cute pumpkin bun, his doe eyes were brimming with tears.
Unfortunately, Su Jingzhi didn’t realize he was crying. Because the sound of tears falling was too light.
And also because Wei Wanlan didn’t want him to know.
Wei Wanlan also had a very obvious impulse for the first time, wanting to hug the other person. He was filled with joy because of Su Jingzhi’s gesture, yet simultaneously felt sad because the other person couldn’t see, hear, or taste.
Incomparable heartache, infinitely wanting to keep him.
He tried to keep his voice steady without sobbing as he asked Su Jingzhi, whispering: “Regent King, why were you poisoned?”
“Don’t know.”
This was the answer Su Jingzhi gave him.
Wei Wanlan tilted his head, half-believing this explanation. He should be able to imagine that with Su Jingzhi’s ability, no one could easily approach him to poison him. So the only possibility was that Su Jingzhi was unprepared, and he didn’t know at the time either.
Wei Wanlan felt like a huge rock was pressing on the bottom of his heart.
The giant rock ground down, making it difficult for him to breathe smoothly. He suppressed the grief and asked again: “If the poison can’t be cured, Regent King, will you die soon?”
The kitchen instantly maintained a long silence.
Su Jingzhi’s throat rolled. regarding this topic from Wei Wanlan, he felt he couldn’t easily skip over it.
He felt joy because of Wei Wanlan’s concern, and equal grief because he was destined to leave him with regret.
But the words that rushed to his lips were: “No.”
“Won’t die? Really won’t die?”
“Mm.”
In the small house of the Lu family in Yichuan Village, late spring and early summer, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The chirping of insects came through the window paper. Even without going out, one knew outside was a leisurely and freehand rural scene.
Wei Wanlan had bid farewell to the Lu couple in advance. Early the next morning, they would hit the road with simple luggage. Teacher Lu had found a vehicle for them. The driver was a man from Yichuan Village who was familiar with the Lu family; his son studied with Teacher Lu.
This was the last night Wei Wanlan and the others stayed at the Lu family’s house.
This night, Wei Wanlan obediently curled up in Su Jingzhi’s arms to “treat his illness.”
He “treated” very diligently, seemingly because he heard Su Jingzhi say that this poison wouldn’t cause death, so he honestly extended Su Jingzhi’s life. Because he observed the Regent King too intently, he couldn’t fall asleep instead.
His chest was filled with the woody scent from Su Jingzhi’s body, and he felt his firm, full muscles more clearly. Wei Wanlan’s face was flushed hot.
Done for. Can’t sleep even more now QAQ
His thoughts ran wild, full of distractions. He felt he couldn’t sleep no matter what. He quietly snuggled closer into Su Jingzhi’s arms, sticking close to Su Jingzhi. Treating an illness required dedication to duty.
But at this moment, he felt a warm, wet drop stick to the center of his forehead.
Wei Wanlan looked up. It was… a bead of sweat.
Sweat flowed down Su Jingzhi’s jawline.
Su Jingzhi’s brows were tightly knitted, causing Wei Wanlan’s heart to sink suddenly. He called Su Jingzhi, thinking he was having a nightmare again because of the poison flare-up. But then he discovered that his voice couldn’t wake the other person up at all.
He had to hug Su Jingzhi’s shoulders and shake him hard, wanting to wake him from this state. The other person finally had some reaction. Not speaking, but writing on Wei Wanlan’s chest with his finger.
Don’t panic. Is it still night?
Wei Wanlan raised his eyebrows, nodded, and also wrote “Yes” on his chest.
Su Jingzhi spoke only then: “I can’t hear anymore. If you have something to say, write it for me.”
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