The First Young Master of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 137

Going out of the room to the small courtyard, Xuan Shijing strolled around the courtyard twice, exhaled heavily, there was still a faint smell of alcohol in his mouth and nose, leaning on the railing of the corridor, looking at the big sky in the sky. Like the moon in a disc, the thoughts in my mind spread inadvertently.

I just had a nightmare. As the saying goes, I think about it every day and dream at night. Is it because I have too many things on my mind these days? After thinking about the scene in my dream, I can’t remember it clearly. I just remember It seems that I was stabbed in the heart, and my mother hugged me and cried into tears
In addition, it seemed that Princess Jinyang was pulling her sleeve and calling Brother Jing in front of Jinyang's eyes.

What happened to myself.
Isn't it just a Sun Yaoting, a Li Yuanjing, anyway, I am also a person from the 21st century, I have seen the big wind and waves, and I even accept such things as time travel
There is nothing in this world, the mediocrity disturbs it.

Xuan Shijing was afraid of the cold, but sitting on the railing in the corridor in the middle of the night, with the evening breeze blowing, he didn't feel it at all.

Entering Chang'an again, Xuan Shijing's heart still hasn't come here, and now, it's time to stop thinking and concentrate on planning for the future of the Hou Mansion, and planning for his own life.

After calming down, Xuan Shijing felt that the wind at night was so cold, so he tightened his outer robe and sat still in the same place, maybe, maybe it was colder, so he would not think wildly, and could concentrate more .

Thanks to his career in his previous life, Xuan Shijing likes to make decisions before taking action no matter what he does, especially when dealing with Li Yuanjing. However, for Li Yuanjing, these are insignificant things. Judging from the account book alone, Li Yuanjing has been in business for at least 20 years, and the chain of interests behind him is intricate, so that Xuan Shijing dare not act rashly It doesn't matter if I am unlucky, Xuan Shijing's temperament is that even if I am unlucky, I can't make the person who hurt me comfortable, but now I can't, he is not alone. What's more, when it comes to the affairs of the royal family, what should Li Chengqian, Li Ke and Li Tai do, every step they take involves a lot.

Since Li Yuanjing can't move now, he should first calculate the matter of the Ministry of War. Xuan Shijing's intuition told him that the affairs of the Ministry of War cannot escape the shadow of Li Yuanjing. If Sun Yaoting really has contacts with Li Yuanjing, then get rid of him. To Li Yuanjing, the servant of the Ministry of War, he could be regarded as a piece of flesh ruthlessly gouged out of him.

Having figured this out, Xuan Shijing smiled, the road of revenge should start from the Ministry of War, even if it is not for himself, he must give an explanation to the soldiers under Cheng Chumo who died outside Shicheng.

Putting on a robe and getting up from the railing, Xuan Shijing went back to the room and took a good rest. He went to Dali Temple to report for arrival tomorrow morning, and then began to investigate the affairs of the Ministry of War. While Li Jing was still ahead, if When Li Jing came back, he would do it himself, but he would have to worry about Li Jing's face.

Early the next morning, it was still Longer who went to Xuan Shijing's room to wake him up, but after shouting several times, he didn't hear Xuan Shijing's voice. Longer put down the copper basin in her hand and walked to Xuan Shijing. Beside Jing's bed, I saw Xuan Shijing's face was flushed but there was no trace of sweating. It was obviously not hot, but this frightened Long'er, and reached out to touch Xuan Shijing's forehead.

It’s so hot, does this mean he has a fever? Why did my young master have a fever when he was healthy? Before he had time to think about it, Long’er hurried out of the room and sent someone to invite the doctor and inform his wife. Instead, he poured out the warm water in the basin and replaced it with cold water, dipped the cold water in a brocade handkerchief and applied cold compresses to Xuan Shijing's forehead.

Wang Shi heard the news that her son had a fever. She was still eating breakfast leisurely. She dropped the cake in her hand and took Xiao Huan to Xuan Shijing's yard. When she walked into the room, she saw that Long'er was feeding Xuan Shijing applied cold compresses, calmed down, and asked, "Long'er, did you invite a doctor?"

"I have already sent someone to invite you." Long'er replied: "Young Lord, I don't know what's wrong. After drinking and coming back to sleep, when the slaves came in this morning, they yelled several times and nothing happened. Come and have a look Only then did I realize that the young master's forehead is hot."

"Jing'er's body is thin, and he doesn't pay more attention to himself on weekdays, alas~" At this point, Wang sighed: "Come on, go outside and have a look, why hasn't the doctor come here yet?"

Long'er kept changing the cold water to cool down Xuan Shijing's forehead. After a while, the doctor who was over half a year old stepped into Xuan Shijing's room with a medicine box on his back.

Sitting beside Xuan Shijing's bed, the doctor took Xuan Shijing's pulse carefully, pinched Xuan Shijing's mouth to look at it, then stroked the short strands of beard under his jaw and said: "Old man sees the hair of Lord Hou Straight, the skin is closed and it is hot, this is a disease of wind and cold, after the old man prescribes a few doses of medicine, give it to Lord Hou to drink it before the disease is serious, and it will be cured in a few days."

"Thank you doctor, Xiao Huan, hurry up and go out with the doctor to get medicine." Wang ordered.

Xiao Huan bowed and followed the doctor out of the room.

After a while, Xuan Shijing woke up slowly, only feeling a little pain in the head, and the head was still a little groggy, could it be the aftereffect of being drunk?No, it was fine in the middle of the night yesterday, Xuan Shijing felt a little hot on his body, and subconsciously wanted to lift the quilt, just as he lifted a corner of the quilt, he felt his arm being pressed down, and opened his eyes hard. Look, it turned out that my mother was sitting beside me.

"Jing'er, don't move around, you have a fever, don't lift the quilt again." Wang said softly.

fever?Have a fever?Xuan Shijing touched his forehead with the back of his hand deep in his arm, it was very hot, and he really had a fever.

He smiled wryly in his heart, it seemed that his head was twitching last night, and he went out to blow the cold wind just after waking up in the middle of the night, probably because of this, he caught the wind and cold.

"Young master is awake, drink some water." Long'er walked to the bed with a bowl of warm water.

Xuan Shijing was feeling a little thirsty, with Wang's support, he barely supported himself up, took the bowl in Long'er's hand, and drank the water in the bowl in one go.

"Slow down, it's not enough for Long'er to let you dry some more." Wang stroking Xuan Shijing's back, for fear that he would choke if he drank so fast.

After drinking the water, Xuan Shijing lay down again. I'm afraid I will spend the rest of the day lying on the bed. I don't know if there will be any problem if Dali Temple doesn't report. Yes, I skipped work on the first day of work.
"Long'er, send someone to Dali Temple to inform Lord Dai's ward, there is no way to go there today." Xuan Shijing said.

"Dali Temple? Why is Lord Hou going to Dali Temple?" Long'er was puzzled, not only Long'er, but Wang Shi also looked at Xuan Shijing curiously.

They were carried back yesterday, and before they had time to tell them that they had been promoted to Marquis of Dongshan, and had also taken the position of Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

"Yesterday in the morning court, His Majesty changed my title and gave me the position of Shaoqing of Dali Temple. The plaque of our Xuanweihou Mansion should also be changed. Just right, Long'er, let's do this too." Come on, take off the plaque at the door and replace it with Dongshan Houfu."

"En." Long'er nodded, His Majesty praised the young master, presumably it was Cheng Xiaogong from Shicheng who handed over his own military achievements.
Knowing that his master has been proclaimed Marquis of the Kingdom, everyone in the Hou Mansion is full of joy, the only fly in the ointment is that Xuan Shijing happened to be suffering from a cold at this juncture.

In the imperial palace and Tai Chi Hall, His Majesty Li Er was reviewing the memorials, and Princess Jinyang was sitting beside her, occasionally picking up the memorials that His Majesty Li Er had read, and most of the time, he was writing strokes with a brush Practicing calligraphy, between father and daughter, is very harmonious and picturesque.

"Your Majesty." Deyi walked in from outside the hall and whispered something in His Majesty Li Er's ear, His Majesty Li Er frowned slightly, "Did Jing'er go to Dali Temple today?"

PS: Every time before I write, I think about asking for a recommendation ticket or something, but I forget it every time I finish writing and publishing. Modified laugh.
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