The world's medical concubine wants to divorce

Chapter 183 The Twins

At the moment when the Caiwei Palace door was slowly closing, Qian Shan and Wan Niang looked back, both with dejected expressions.

The closing of this door is equivalent to the end of an era in their hearts.

Their master, I'm afraid they will never come back.

A few days later, the Taoist priest delivered Wen Yi's news to Song Yungang, asking him to tell Song Yunqian that Wen Yi had woken up, but the child couldn't be kept, and Wen Yi's memory was all lost, she would never remember Song Yunqian. Renhe has experienced all this in Kyoto.

What the Taoist priest meant was to make Song Yunqian completely forget about Wen Yi, and pretend that she had never appeared before, and that the person he loved at the beginning no longer existed.

Song Yungang discussed it with the concubine, and they both felt that it was too cruel to say this, but sometimes cruelty can make people forget.

Therefore, Song Yungang told Song Yunqian exactly what the Taoist priest said.

After Song Yunqian heard this, he just smiled slightly and said, "This is very good. If she forgets me, it is equivalent to forgetting the pain. She can live happily in the future, can do what she wants to do, and will not be bullied by me again." harmed."
After finishing speaking, as if he was afraid that Song Yungang would not believe it, he added, "I am the emperor now, I have too many things to do, and I can no longer be delayed by my children's affair."

The more he said this, the more he seemed to be covering up, calling himself Zhen for a while, and calling himself me for a while, which shows that his emotions have been greatly affected.

Song Yungang didn't expose him, but said softly: "Yes, the emperor now shoulders the heavy responsibility of the country and needs to devote all his heart and energy. Dr. Wen should also have her whereabouts."

"Well, brother, go, I want to be alone for a while." Song Yunqian nodded indiscriminately.

Song Yungang backed out, leaving him a sad space.

These things are very difficult, but others can't help much, and they can only get through slowly on their own.

Just get over it.

After Song Yungang left, Song Yunqian sat quietly in the imperial study room. He drove everyone out and closed all the doors and windows, so that no ray of sunlight could penetrate in. The tranquility and coldness of the room surrounded him. Knowing what to do, he picked up a book in his hand, but was just in a daze quietly. All the flashes in his mind were fragments of being with her in the past.

forget?impossible.

Can memories warm him for a lifetime?I don't know, and there is no other way, because he finally understands that the strength of human beings is very small, and no matter what they can't fight against the sky.

Remember how conceited you were at the beginning?The Taoist priest said that she would die because of him, but he didn't believe it, because he felt that if he loved her deeply, he would definitely be able to make her happy, so why would he die because of him?

His conceit eventually harmed her. If the Taoist priest hadn't come, she would have become a wandering soul by now.

"I can only give up on you!" He said in a low voice, a cloud of smoke clouded his eyes.

Five years later.

The spring of the sixth year of Emperor Jiaping.

At the foot of Nanshan Mountain is a border city on the border with Nanzhao Kingdom, called Nanshan City.

"Mom, just now Aunt Xu came to get medicine and said that her husband's illness is getting worse, so you can visit him when you are free."

The one who spoke was a four or five-year-old boy. He had short hair, which was very different from other children. He had clear features and big eyes, like two springs, with a special aura.

"Okay!" Wen Yi, who was drying the medicinal materials in the yard, replied, "Now help your mother to feed Director Mao and Tantou, you should be hungry."

"My sister has already fed it," replied the little boy.

"It's my sister!" A crisp voice sounded, and a little girl who was about the same height as the little boy walked in from the yard. She looked exactly like the little boy, except that one had short hair and the other had long hair, and she wore different clothes. , holding a bundle of grass in her hand, she said righteously: "Mom often tells us to respect the old and love the young. I am your older sister, and you must respect me."

"You're my sister!" The little boy puffed up his cheeks and retorted.

"Facts are facts, no matter how loud your voice is, you can't change the facts." The little girl put the grass in the corner, and said to Wen Yi: "Mom, Director Mao has no appetite today."

"I fed too much yesterday." Wen Yi flipped through the medicinal materials, not intervening in their siblings or sibling disputes, this dispute was staged several times a day, and they never tired of it.

Five years ago, when she woke up from a coma, Master sat by her bed and said something to her.

He said: "Wen Yi, I don't know if my teacher has saved you over and over again, whether he saved you or pampered you. Do you still remember your original intention of becoming a doctor? Remember when you found the golden needle technique, the medicine king What did you say to you? Do you still remember Wen Yuxiu? I don’t want to ask about the matter between you and Song Yunqian, but you have completely neglected the golden needle technique, and you have forgotten the original intention of Wen Yunxiu who spent a lifetime studying the golden needle technique. The teacher is very disappointed. Is love really the whole of a person? Is it all your life? Apart from Song Yunqian, there is nothing else you can do or want to do in your life? Then, why did you go to medicine in the first place? From the day you start to learn medical skills, you must understand that your medical skills carry the patient's life and health. I hope you can understand your responsibility and mission as a doctor. This is the last time for the teacher to save you , you can choose to return to Song Yunqian, but you must also ensure that you are free and independent, no one will restrict your development in medical skills, and golden acupuncture must be passed on in your hands."
At that moment, Wen Yi suddenly woke up.

She remembered that when she was studying medicine, she made a great wish. When a person can spend her whole life doing one thing, then she has to give up something.

So she didn't go back to find Song Yunqian, because he had his responsibilities and missions in order to govern in his position. If she became his queen, she would no longer be able to treat the people like other doctors, and her every word and deed would be censored Normative, behind him and her, there are a group of veterans who stick to the rules and watch over them.

Five years have passed, and her life has gradually stabilized. In this border town, she has also found the value of her own existence.

There will no longer be veterans pointing at her spine, saying that her beauty is a disaster and disturbing the king's heart.

A few days ago, the master came here, he was very relieved, and in his words, he seemed to want her to go back to find Song Yunqian, because now his world has been settled, and he is no longer the new king who was restrained everywhere in the past.

After five years, many things have changed. He is now three thousand in the harem, and he is no longer what he used to be.

Moreover, she has not yet found a direct disciple, so the Golden Needle Technique must be carried forward in her hands.

The most important thing is that she is used to silently thinking about his days like this.

Being with him was the most beautiful thing in her life.

At the end of May, Zhu Fangyuan came back from the capital. He went back to the capital to pay homage to the old general before Qingming.

Zhu Fangyuan has been here with her all these years, and occasionally goes back to the capital. As a free and unfettered Marquis, he has no worries about food and clothing, and most of the money and food from the fiefdom are donated to Wen Yi to buy medicinal materials, or to provide free consultations for the nearby people.

(End of this chapter)