Chapter 681
: Zhu Su enters the palace to diagnose Empress Ma, Wang Biao brings a knife into the pala
In the afternoon, the world seemed to have fallen into a brief silence, and even time flowed exceptionally slowly.
The sunlight was like strands of golden threads, quietly passing through the tiny gaps in the carved window lattices, and lightly floating into the bedroom of Kunning Palace like an elf.
The light was like a pair of delicate and gentle hands, moving extremely gently.
As if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the palace, the entire space was carefully covered with a layer of warm golden veil, bit by bit and inch by inch.
This layer of veil is like a dream, bringing with it the laziness and comfort unique to the afternoon.
Every object and every corner seems to be coated with a layer of sacred light.
However, despite the bright warm golden hue, it failed to dispel the inky solemnity in the air.
This solemnity is like a substance, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.
The atmosphere in the bedroom was so depressing that it made people feel breathless, as if there was an invisible force that kept out all the laughter and joy.
The brocade quilt on the carved bed, the gorgeous curtains, and even the exquisite palace lanterns all seemed particularly silent in this solemn atmosphere.
It seemed to be infected by this depressing atmosphere and lost its former agility and vitality.
Zhu Su, dressed in a plain blue shirt, stood quietly in front of Empress Ma's bed, like a faint and elegant shadow.
The blue shirt swayed gently in the breeze, highlighting his upright figure.
However, Zhu Su's slightly tense shoulders inadvertently revealed the nervousness in his heart.
Zhu Su then leaned over slightly, his movements gentle and cautious, for fear of disturbing the weak Queen Ma on the couch.
He stretched out his long, bony fingers and slowly placed them on Queen Ma's slightly pale wrist.
The wrist was slender and fragile, as if it would break with the slightest grip, so Zhu Su became more cautious in his touch.
His eyes were fixed, as if there was a burning flame in them.
All his attention was focused unreservedly on the faint pulse under his fingertips.
Zhu Su's eyes were filled with a complex expression of worry and concentration.
Worry shrouded his eyes like a haze, which was a deep concern for Empress Ma's illness.
Zhu Su's concentration made his eyes as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through the weak pulse and see through all the mysteries inside the human body.
At this moment, in Zhu Su's perception, it seemed as if everything around him had turned into nothingness.
The gorgeous decorations in the palace, the warm sunshine, and even the passage of time no longer mattered.
The whole world seemed to be left with only this faint pulse beating.
Every slight rise and fall echoed in his ears like a huge bell, touching every nerve in his body.
At the same time, all kinds of medical knowledge surged in Zhu Su's mind like a surging tide.
He was like a diver struggling to salvage treasures in the vast ocean of knowledge, racing against time and frantically searching for every possible disease.
From the difficult and complicated diseases in classic medical books to the clinical experience accumulated in daily life, Zhu Gang does not miss any possibility.
At the same time, he tried to find the key to unlock the mystery of Queen Ma's illness from the complex medical knowledge.
"This pulse is sometimes weak, and sometimes a little chaotic. What's wrong?"
Zhu Su pondered secretly in his heart, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
In the sunlight, they look like crystal pearls.
Every rise and fall of his pulse was like a thunder exploding in his heart, dull and powerful.
It was like a pair of invisible hands, tightly gripping Zhu Gang's heart, making his breathing unconsciously quicken.
"There must be no mistakes with my mother's illness."
Zhu Su prayed silently in his heart, his brows tightly furrowed like a tangled mountain.
At this moment, a steady and orderly sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the palace.
The sound of "da, da, da" was particularly clear in the silent palace corridor. Then the palace door slowly opened with a "creak", and a bright light came in from outside the door like a sharp sword, forming a dazzling spot of light on the ground.
Zhu Gang was wearing a black brocade robe with golden cloud patterns embroidered on the corners that sparkled in the sun.
As his steps gently floated, the restrained and deep majesty seemed to spread in the air.
Zhu Gang was seen walking in from the palace gate first, with his head held high and a stern look on his face and an unquestionable dominance in his eyes.
Following closely behind Zhu Gang was Wang Biao of the Hidden Dragon Guard.
Wang Biao is tall and strong, like a moving mountain.
With every step he took, the ground seemed to tremble.
He was wearing a black suit covered with fine dark patterns.
It appears and disappears under the light, as if hiding endless mysteries.
A long and narrow sharp blade hung at his waist, and the scabbard was as black as ink.
A dark red gem was inlaid on the hilt, glowing strangely in the dim light.
The appearance of the two people was like a strong cold wind, instantly breaking the original silence and solemnity in the palace.
The eyes of everyone present were involuntarily focused on them, and the atmosphere became more subtle.
Zhu Yuanzhang's attention was instantly attracted by the flashing weapon on Wang Biao's waist.
In an instant, his face became as gloomy as the dark clouds before a storm. His originally relaxed face instantly tensed and his eyes suddenly opened.
The sharp gaze was like a sword drawn from its sheath, shooting straight at the weapon at Wang Biao's waist.
"Old Third, how do you manage your guards?"
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were wide open and his voice resounded like a bell throughout the bedroom.
"How dare you ignore the palace ban and bring a knife into the palace? You are so audacious!
In your eyes, are these palace rules just a joke? "
He sat up slightly, his hands unconsciously gripping the armrests of the dragon chair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed into a straight line, the muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly, and the emperor's majesty was completely aroused at this moment.
Zhu Gang's heart tightened and he was about to open his mouth to explain.
But before he could utter a word, a weak yet gentle voice came from the sickbed.
"Chongba, don't get angry first."
Empress Ma, lying on the sickbed, slightly leaned to the side and propped up her upper body. Although her face looked sick, it still showed kindness and generosity.
She coughed twice, slowed down her breath, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I think that Yan'er and Wang Biao must have their reasons for doing this.
"Tan'er, tell me, what's going on?"
Zhu Gang glanced at Empress Ma, then looked at Zhu Yuanzhang who was full of anger.
Then he bowed slightly and said in a deep voice: "Father, I asked Wang Biao to bring a knife into the palace this time for a reason.
There have been undercurrents in and outside the capital recently, and I am worried about the safety of my mother.
This is why Wang Biao carried a knife with him in case of emergency.
I did not intend to violate the palace ban, I hope your Majesty will forgive me."
Wang Biao also knelt on one knee and said loudly: "Your Majesty, I am so eager to protect you that I have violated the palace rules. I am willing to take the blame.
But I have no other intentions, everything is for the safety of Your Highness and the Queen."
(End of this chapter)