Tang Dynasty: Feeding Chang Le, Emperor Li Er exclaimed that she was a true immortal!

He didn't know when he fell asleep.

When he was awakened by the sounds coming from the other side, it was already dawn.

In the imperial bedchamber of the Tang Dynasty, sunlight streamed in through the carved window lattice, illuminating the canopy bed.

Chang Le has already woken up.

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her hands.

His expression was full of disbelief.

"What's wrong?" Lu Ming yawned and asked, rubbing his eyes.

Chang Le raised her head, her almond-shaped eyes revealing an extremely complex expression.

"I...I don't feel bad anymore."

Her voice was trembling.

It's not because I'm afraid.

It was because of shock.

"My chest tightness is gone, my throat doesn't hurt anymore, and even the soreness in my bones has mostly subsided..."

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly reddened.

She has never felt this way since she can remember.

Every day I wake up feeling tightness in my chest, shortness of breath, and soreness all over my body. I drink bowl after bowl of the herbal medicine prescribed by the imperial physicians, but I never really get better.

She has become accustomed to living with illness.

They've even prepared for the day when they might suddenly break down.

But this morning, her first feeling upon waking was—

Relaxed.

An unprecedented sense of ease.

It felt as if the huge rock that had been pressing on my chest for over a decade had been removed overnight.

"What you have is called 'qi disease,' or in your terms, it's called 'cold evil entering the lungs,' or 'prolonged illness damaging the body'." Lu Ming leaned back in his chair, his tone as calm as if he were talking about the weather. "But to put it bluntly, it's not that it's incurable, it's just that the medical techniques in your area are too backward."

Chang Le was stunned for a moment.

behind?

The Imperial Medical Academy, which gathers the best doctors in the land, is described by this man as nothing more than backward.

But she couldn't refute it.

Because the facts speak for themselves.

The imperial physicians had been trying to cure her illness for over a decade, but this man suppressed it overnight with two red elixirs.

It's obvious who's stronger and who's weaker.

Chang Le remained silent for a long time before suddenly asking, "Who exactly are you?"

Lu Ming looked at her, thought for a moment, and didn't tell the truth.

If you were to tell her now, "I come from 1,400 years in the future," given the level of understanding of people in the Tang Dynasty, she would most likely immediately regard him as a madman or a demon.

Let's leave it vague for now.

"What kind of person do you think I am?"

Chang Le stared at him for a long time before finally lowering her eyes.

"A method to bring the dead back to life, a supernatural ability to discover my secret name, and these unheard-of treasures..."

Her gaze swept over the aerosol can, the mineral water bottle, and the glowing objects on the other side of the light screen.

"You are an immortal."

Lu Ming did not deny it.

They did not admit it either.

He just smiled, stood up and walked to the medicine box, took out the remaining half-pack of ibuprofen and a box of amoxicillin, and also picked up a packet of Banlangen granules.

"Keep these and eat the amount I told you to."

He handed the medicines over the light screen one by one.

Chang Le accepted it with both hands, handling it as carefully as if it were a rare treasure.

Lu Ming thought for a moment, then turned around, took out a carton of pure milk from the refrigerator, stuck a straw on it, and handed it over.

"Drink it. Your constitution is too weak, you need to take calcium supplements."

"Calcium? What's that?"

"It's something that strengthens your bones. Don't ask questions, just drink it."

Chang Le put the straw in her mouth with some skepticism.

Her eyes widened instantly when the cool, sweet liquid slid across her tongue.

This rich, naturally milky flavor was ten times better than any other drink she had ever had.

She unconsciously increased the speed of her sucking.

Lu Ming watched as the dignified Tang princess hugged the milk carton and sucked on it like a little hamster, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

"Is it good?"

Chang Le puffed out her cheeks, hesitated for a second, and then nodded gently.

Lu Ming turned around and took two more boxes out of the refrigerator and handed them over.

"Drink one box every day, no slacking off."

Chang Le, holding three boxes of milk, suddenly pursed her lips.

She put down the milk carton and reached into her hair to remove a phoenix hairpin.

The phoenix hairpin was exquisitely crafted, made entirely of pure gold, with a phoenix head holding a pearl in its beak, and the patterns on its wings were so delicate that every detail was clearly visible.

Even though Lu Ming knew nothing about antiques, he could tell that this thing was definitely worth a lot of money.

"I have no way to repay the immortal's life-saving grace. This is a personal item given to me by my mother..." Chang Le's voice was a little low, "It is just a token of my gratitude."

She handed the phoenix hairpin over the light screen.

The moment Lu Ming caught it, he felt its heavy weight.

It's made of pure gold.

Moreover, it was a craft used exclusively by the Tang Dynasty imperial family.

If we were to have it appraised in modern times...

His heart skipped a beat.

However, he didn't show it on his face.

"Okay, I'll take it."

He casually placed the phoenix hairpin on the computer desk, right next to the box of cold braised chicken rice.

Exquisite treasures and takeout scraps placed side by side create an extremely incongruous scene.

Chang Le's lips twitched when she saw this.

But she didn't say anything.

Because she vaguely felt that in the eyes of this "immortal," the gold and silver treasures of the mortal world were probably really not worth mentioning.

This realization deepened her sense of awe.

On the Tang Dynasty side, it was already broad daylight.

Footsteps approached from afar outside Chang Le Palace.

"Your Highness, Imperial Physician Qin requests an audience—"

The maid's voice came from outside the palace gate.

Chang Le froze, quickly turning her head to glance at the other side of the light screen.

Lu Ming had already moved his chair back with perfect understanding, hiding in the blind spot of the light screen's reflection. From the Tang Dynasty's perspective, all they could see was a blurry, distorted light and shadow, making it impossible to discern what was inside.

"Let him in." Chang Le quickly tidied herself up, stuffed the modern medicines and milk cartons under her pillow, and sat upright on the edge of the bed.

The palace doors were pushed open.

An elderly man with white hair and beard strode in.

Qin Huaidao, the Imperial Physician, was the head of the Imperial Medical Academy and his medical skills were among the best in the entire Tang Dynasty.

But his face looked terrible at that moment.

Yesterday, when he examined the princess's pulse, it was weak and feeble, indicating extreme deficiency of both qi and blood. He had already drafted a memorial to present to His Majesty in his mind—the wording was tactful, but the core message was singular.

The princess's health may not allow her to survive this year.

He kept this folded document in his sleeve all night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

I rushed over as soon as it was light, wanting to confirm it one last time.

"Your Highness, this old minister will take your pulse."

Qin Huaidao knelt down in front of the bed, his expression solemn.

Chang Le stretched out her left hand and placed it on the pulse pillow.

Qin Huaidao placed three fingers on the inch-long ruler.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The old doctor's brows relaxed slightly after they had been furrowed.

A few more breaths passed.

His brow furrowed slightly, then turned to surprise and doubt.

A few more breaths—

Qin Huaidao suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared intently at the three fingers he was holding on the princess's wrist, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Elder Qin?" Chang Le feigned ignorance. "What's wrong?"

Qin Huaidao did not answer.

He switched hands and took the pulse again.

This time, he closed his eyes, held his breath, and perceived things more carefully.

In the quiet bedchamber, only the old imperial physician's increasingly heavy breathing could be heard.

After a full half-cup of tea time, Qin Huaidao slowly withdrew his hand.

His hands were shaking.

"Your Highness..."

Qin Huaidao's voice changed tone.

"Your pulse... the cun pulse is strong, the guan pulse is even, and the chi pulse is deep and steady. The flow of qi and blood is more than ten times better than yesterday!"

He stood up abruptly, then sat down, then stood up again, as if he didn't know how to express his shock.

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Qin Huaidao had practiced medicine for forty years and had seen all kinds of patients.

But he had never seen a person's pulse change so dramatically overnight.

The accumulated cold and stagnation of qi over the years seemed to be forcibly dispelled by an indescribable force.

This is something that no herbal medicine can do.

This is--

"Princess!" Qin Huaidao suddenly lowered his voice, his gaze intense, "Last night...was there anything unusual?"

Chang Le felt a pang of anxiety, but her expression remained unchanged.

She had already prepared her explanation.

"Old Qin, I dreamt of an immortal last night."

Chang Le lowered her eyes, her voice soft and devout.

"The immortal bestowed upon me two elixirs and a pot of immortal water, saying that my life was not meant to end."

Qin Huaidao was stunned.

"An immortal appeared in my dream?"

"Yes." Chang Le took out the aluminum-plastic packaging of ibuprofen from under her pillow and handed it to Qin Huaidao.

The old doctor froze the moment he received it.

That kind of material.

Thin as a cicada's wing, yet exceptionally tough.

One side is silver, so smooth that it reflects a person's image; the other side is transparent, and you can vaguely see the remaining red powder inside.

He had lived for over sixty years, traveling all over the north and south of the Tang Dynasty, and had never seen anything like it.

It is not gold, not silver, not jade, not pottery.

It is a material that is completely beyond our comprehension.

Qin Huaidao's fingers began to tremble violently.

He carefully leaned closer and took a sniff; a faint, unfamiliar scent entered his nostrils.

It doesn't taste like herbs.

It doesn't smell like minerals.

It's an indescribable, extremely pure flavor.

"This...this is truly an artifact of the immortals?"

His voice was already trembling with sobs.

Chang Le did not answer, but simply nodded slightly.

Qin Huaidao held the aluminum-plastic packaging in his hands, which trembled as if he were sitting on a leaf.

He practiced medicine and studied pharmacology his entire life, believing he had reached the pinnacle of medical knowledge.

But at this moment, holding this thin "remnant of the elixir," he suddenly felt that everything he had learned in his life was like a sandcastle built by a child on the beach.

ridiculous.

sad.

And admirable.

Because if there truly were immortals protecting the princesses of the Tang Dynasty, it would mean—

"May Heaven bless the Tang Dynasty!"

Without any warning, Qin Huaidao's knees slammed heavily to the ground.

Tears streamed down his face.

He didn't even have time to say goodbye; clutching the medicine box, he scrambled out of the bedroom.

Along the way, his shouts echoed from inside the walls of Chang Le Palace to outside, startling the maids and guards in the corridor who looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Heaven bless the Tang Dynasty! A divine miracle has occurred! A divine miracle has occurred!"

The old doctor's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The bedchamber fell silent once more.

Chang Le slowly exhaled and turned to look at the light screen.

Lu Ming peeked out from the blind spot, chewing on a cookie, his expression calm as if nothing had happened.

"Good acting." He gave a thumbs up.

Chang Le glared at him, but couldn't help but smile.