ebookland Chapter 342 The Young Master of the Luo Family
Chapter 342 The Young Master of the Luo Family
Upon hearing the crying, the master of the pavilion and the palace maids nearby all moved over.
Consort Luo hurried along, the familiar sound of crying making her panic.
When they reached the bushes, they saw two little girls lying face down on the ground, their hands and faces scraped and bleeding. They were in so much pain that their eyes were filled with tears, but they were gritting their teeth and didn't dare to cry out.
Meanwhile, Consort Luo's child cried out loudly.
The child didn't know how he fell to the ground; he was still a few feet away from the two little girls.
Consort Luo's maidservant hurriedly picked up their young master and examined him carefully. There were no bumps or bruises, no injuries, only a little dirt on his face.
Well, the wonderful and harmonious entertainment time has come to an end all of a sudden.
When they parted, Consort Luo spoke to the two concubines in a very friendly manner.
"My two sisters, don't worry. I have some very effective scar-removing ointment. When I get back, I'll tell them to send it to you. The little princess's injury will definitely not leave a scar, so you can rest assured."
"Thank you, Your Highness, my sister."
The two parted ways at the fork in the garden, each returning to their own palace to heal their wounds.
Consort Luo returned to her palace, closed the gate, raised her eyebrows, and coldly rebuked.
"All of you, kneel down!"
The palace maids who were guarding the prince all knelt down.
It was their fault for not protecting the prince properly. The little prince was about to be included in the family genealogy, and if something went wrong at this critical juncture, they could not afford to pay for it even if they died several times over.
Fortunately, the young prince was not hurt or injured, and fortunately, no serious mistake was made.
Just as Consort Luo was about to punish the palace maids, the palace nanny in charge of the princes rushed in from the side hall, "Consort, Consort, something terrible has happened! The little prince, he, he..."
"What kind of panic is this? What's wrong with my son?"
Although Consort Luo appeared calm, her heart trembled the moment she heard about the child.
"Young master, your nose is bleeding again."
Consort Luo ignored the punishment of the palace maids kneeling below her and coldly gave them instructions.
"Alright, stop kneeling. You, go find the imperial physician. You, go to the Luo family and tell them to hurry up and ask the temple for medicine."
After a series of orders were issued, Consort Luo, her face ashen, hurriedly went to the children's room.
A few months ago, the young prince suddenly started having nosebleeds. At first, everyone thought it was because the child was not eating well, had excessive liver fire, or something else. The imperial physicians in the palace were helpless and could not find the cause. They could only stop the bleeding every time it started.
At first, I would have a flow every ten days or so, then it gradually became once every seven or eight days, and then once every three or five days.
The Luo family sought out renowned doctors, but none could diagnose the problem.
Until this time when the master was providing free medical treatment at the temple, the Luo family gave a lot of money as an invitation to the master to come and treat patients. However, the master only said one thing: "No one should be distinguished by social status when seeking medical treatment; one must queue up and take a number."
If you ask why the emperor didn't order his grandmaster to enter the palace, it's because the ancestors of Medicine King Valley had sworn that no descendant of Medicine King Valley should set foot in the imperial palace, and anyone who disobeyed would be expelled from the sect.
If someone from the palace sought medical treatment, they had to leave the palace and follow the rules for seeking medical treatment among ordinary people.
Therefore, some time ago, when the Grandmaster was providing free medical consultations at the temple, Consort Luo and the young prince went to the temple to ask for medicine.
After the master diagnosed the illness, he concluded that the young prince's condition was congenital and incurable. The only treatment was to use medication to control the symptoms when they occurred, and to take care of him in daily life.
At that time, Consort Luo was filled with hatred. She had originally held great hope, but in the end, she was disappointed. If it weren't for the Luo family reminding her, she would have almost clashed with her grandmaster.
The venerable master was magnanimous; he simply uttered "Amitabha" and turned to leave.
Afterwards, Ye Jingchuan quietly asked, "Grandmaster, is that child's illness truly incurable?"
The grandmaster glared angrily, tapped Ye Jingchuan on the forehead, and replied irrelevantly, "The Buddha said it cannot be spoken of, so let's stop here!"
After the young prince took the medicine given by his master, the intervals between his bleeding gradually lengthened and the amount of bleeding decreased. Just when everyone thought he was getting better and better, he gave everyone a slap in the face today.
The last time I had a nosebleed was more than ten days ago, and it should have been getting better, but this time the bleeding was quite heavy.
Just as the palace maids were wiping the child's nosebleed with handkerchiefs, Consort Luo arrived in front of the child. Seeing the white silk handkerchief instantly stained red, her eyes also turned red, and her nose felt sore.
Consort Luo cried out in her heart, "Even if the child could hold on for another year or two, please don't give up at this critical juncture."
She steeled herself and asked, "How much of Grandmaster's medicine is left?"
A palace maid took a cloth bag and opened it. "Two more times left."
Consort Luo gritted her teeth: "Cook it all up and give it to the prince."
The palace maid looked up, her face full of astonishment, as if she couldn't believe the Imperial Concubine's words, "...Your Highness?"
"Do as I say."
The palace maid turned around and hurriedly went to the small kitchen to prepare the medicine.
There was no one in the kitchen at the moment, but a small stove was simmering the imperial concubine's nourishing soup. The fire was small, and the flames flickered.
The palace maid found the medicine pot and carefully washed it again and again, afraid that she might make a mistake. She had the medicine pot in her hands and the medicinal herbs in her eyes, but she just couldn't figure it out.
They had been boiling half a packet of medicine at a time before, but this time they were boiling two large packets. Wouldn't that be too much? But no one dared to disobey the Consort's orders. However, if the young prince drank the medicine and something happened to him, it would be their fault. No matter what they did, it would be their fault. They would die a thousand deaths or ten thousand deaths. This was a stalemate that they couldn't get around.
The palace maid was caught in a dilemma. She glanced at the medicine pot, then at the medicine packet she had opened, and unconsciously began to put the herbs into the pot. Before she knew it, the entire packet of herbs was gone.
At that moment, a small spark suddenly burst from the flames of the nearby stove, making a soft hissing sound.
As if possessed, the palace maid gritted her teeth and, with a heavy heart, shoved the second packet of medicine into the stove fire.
The dried medicinal herbs ignited instantly upon contact with a spark.
Using the fire as a starting point, the palace maid composed herself and began brewing the medicine as if nothing was amiss.
This scene in the kitchen was known only to Heaven, Earth, and the palace maids, but also to someone else in some corner of the world.
Time passed slowly, and the palace maid had to urge her several times before she carefully carried the medicine back to the young prince's bedchamber.
Consort Luo blew on the medicine while coaxing the child. The child was quite obedient; no matter how bitter the medicine was, after a few coaxings, he would obediently take it.
Perhaps it was the sudden increase in dosage, or perhaps it was the greatness of maternal love that moved heaven and earth, or perhaps it was the child's fate, but the bleeding stopped not long after the medicine was taken.
After the imperial physician came to examine him, he only advised him to pay more attention and nourish his blood.
The scare was over, and Consort Luo in the palace was relieved.
However, upon receiving the news, the Luo family outside the palace immediately dispatched people to the temple.
dong dong!
There was a knock on the door.
"Grandmaster, someone is looking for you."
The grandmaster, who was meditating inside the room, opened his eyes and looked at the doorway. He sighed inwardly, "What's meant to happen can't be avoided!"