The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 166 165: I studied medicine for him
Unfortunately, she still has a temperament of not fighting or snatching. There are many women in the imperial capital who want to marry into the royal family even if they fight for their heads and blood, but she has no such intentions.

Aunt Jiang's face was troubled, and she lamented: "My aunt has said everything she should say, and it's for your own good. My aunt doesn't want you to marry an ordinary family and be inferior to others in the future. You should carefully consider the pros and cons of this."

Gu Qingyun nodded: "My daughter understands everything."

She doesn't understand Aunt Jiang's good intentions, but she already has her own heart and doesn't want to spend the rest of her life with someone she doesn't like.

To put it bluntly, I still don't want to wrong myself.

She held Aunt Jiang's hand and said softly, "Don't worry, Auntie, I will consider your words carefully, and I know that Auntie is doing it for my own good."

Aunt Jiang was relieved, and patted her hand: "You just need to understand Auntie's intentions, and Auntie won't force you, you should think about it yourself."

"Well," Gu Qingyun responded, looking at the sky outside, "It's getting late, Auntie should go back to rest early."

Aunt Jiang got up and told her: "You should also go to bed early, see patients all day long, play with medicinal materials, don't get too tired."

"it is good."

At Haishi, the night is dark and the dew is heavy, and the voice of people is lonely.

At the gate of Prince Jingli's mansion, a woman stood outside the gate, with a cloak around her body, a slim figure, and a medicine box in her hand.

After a moment of silence, she raised her plain hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, the closed door opened a crack, Zhiwen looked at the woman standing at the door, rubbed his eyes, slightly surprised: "Miss Wu?"

Gu Qingyun nodded slightly, and said with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry to bother you so late," biting her red lips lightly, a little embarrassed, "Did Prince Jingli fall asleep? I want to come and show him how he is doing recently." .”

"My lord is not asleep yet, Miss Fifth please come in."

Zhiwen opened the door and let Gu Qingyun in.

Gu Qingyun and Jing Moyan knew each other very early, because Jing Moyan suffered from a serious illness when he was a child, and the root of the disease has since fallen. Gu Qingyun began to learn about medical books and identify medicinal materials when she was five years old. Imperial Capital is the most famous.

Many imperial physicians in the palace were helpless about Jing Moyan's body, and only Gu Qingyun's medical skills could diagnose and treat him to some extent. Although he could not eradicate the root cause, he could also stabilize his condition.

She has been treating Jing Moyan since she was ten years old, so the two have known each other for five or six years.

However, Jing Moyan seldom stays in the Imperial Capital, and only comes back once or twice a year. Every time he comes back, he will stay at the mansion for no more than ten days. During these few days, Gu Qingyun will come to the mansion to see him once. .

In fact, the number of times the two meet each year is only these two times, and every time they meet, Gu Qingyun cherishes it in her heart.

Some time ago, when Jing Moyan came back from the villa, Gu Qingyun knew about it, and originally wanted to find some time to check on his condition, but later he and Yun Ranyue went to Xirong as an envoy, and they never had a chance to see him.

She didn't want to disturb him by coming so late, but thinking that he would enter the palace tomorrow and meet the girl Mei that the queen mother had arranged for him, her heart felt sad and uneasy.

Even though it was late at night, she would not hesitate to wear the stars and wear the moon to see him.
Zhiwen led Gu Qingyun to Jing Moyan's courtyard. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard the sound of objects falling to the ground and the man's low growl in pain.

Zhiwen exclaimed: "Not good! The prince is ill!"

Gu Qingyun's face was flustered, and she hurriedly ran towards the closed door, opened the door, and saw objects scattered all over the floor in the room, the man knelt on one knee, supported the chair next to him with one hand, and tightly clutched his chest with the other, as if It hurts in the chest.

He closed his eyes tightly, his facial features were wrinkled, his face was dripping with sweat, and a painful growl escaped from his throat.

Even in the distress and pain of being tortured by the illness, the gentle facial features are still as beautiful as those outlined by splashed ink.

"Jingli!"

Gu Qingyun put down the medicine box and hurried to help him.

Just as his hand touched his arm, he slammed it aside.

Jing Moyan suddenly opened his eyes, blood red eyes, creepy like a ghost, those demon red eyes seemed to be clotted with blood.

Gu Qingyun wanted to scream, but she still covered her mouth. She took a deep breath, then calmed down, and remained calm in the face of danger.

Zhiwen was quite calm when he saw his prince's appearance, after all, he had seen it many times.

He stepped forward and touched Jing Moyan's acupuncture points. Jing Moyan seemed to lose all strength in an instant, and his body softened. Zhiwen supported his body and let him sit on the chair.

Gu Qingyun did not dare to delay for a moment, immediately opened the medicine box, found a porcelain bottle, poured a few pills into his mouth.

After a while, Jing Moyan's tightly wrinkled facial features slowly relaxed.

He slowly opened his eyes, saw Gu Qingyun in front of him clearly, and said at a loss, "Miss Qingyun?" Looking at the mess on the ground, he knew what was going on.

Every time he had an attack, he was unconscious.

Gu Qingyun poured a cup of tea and handed it to him. Seeing his appearance just now, without a trace of panic, she chuckled lightly: "How does your lord feel now?"

Jing Moyan took two sips of tea, and said in a clear and weak voice, "It's much better, thank you, Miss Qingyun."

Gu Qingyun curved a slight smile, "There is no need to say such polite words between you and me."

Zhiwen tidied up the mess on the ground, and said happily: "My lord fell ill just now, and thanks to Miss Wu, who happened to come to show you your body, there is no danger."

If Fifth Miss didn't come tonight, he would be helpless.

After Zhiwen packed up his things, he took some broken items outside and threw them away, and closed the door smoothly.

In the room, only Jing Moyan and Gu Qingyun were left.

Jing Moyan looked at Gu Qingyun with warm eyes, apologetically, "Just now, I scared you."

He knew that every time he fell ill, he looked like a ghost.

Gu Qingyun smiled and shook her head: "No, it's not the first time I've seen you."

When did she first see him sick?
It was when she was five years old.

The first time I saw her, she was really scared, but later, she got used to it.

It was also because of meeting him that time that he had an illness, and she embarked on the path of studying medicine.

Just because she wanted to cure him of the illness that made him suffer
Gu Qingyun said: "I'll help you get the pulse."

"Okay," Jing Moyan put his arms on the desk, pulled down his sleeves, revealing his fair wrists.

Gu Qingyun placed her slender fingertips on his wrist, carefully examining his pulse.

Afterwards, she frowned, with disappointment between her brows. As always, she still hadn't diagnosed his illness.

Every time he is sick, his body will automatically return to normal, and his pulse is no different from ordinary people.

This is also the reason why Gu Qingyun couldn't find her illness.

Every time Jing Moyan got sick, it was heart pain. Gu Qingyun couldn't find the root cause of his illness, so he could only research hundreds of medicines to treat heart pain.

In the end, he finally found a medicine that can alleviate his condition, but it can only stabilize the condition first, but it cannot eradicate the root cause. After using this medicine, it is uncertain when the next attack will occur again.

(End of this chapter)