[Lily+year+t strong p weak+be]
Jiang Jian×Xie Muchao
On the day Xie Muyao entered the palace for the examination, she was blocked by all the imperial doctors.
"Is the daughter of a businessman worthy of holding an acupuncture needle?"
Jiang Qian brought her into the palace.
It's not because of sympathy, it's because she saw - when this girl was humiliated, her expression didn't change at all
Later, Jiang Geng was hit by an arrow, and the medical officials in the court restrained themselves. It was Xie Muyao who pulled out the poisoned arrow from her shoulder blade.
Jiang Qian woke up and sneered: "Are you repaying a favor?"
Xie Muyao lowered her head to suture the wound: "No."
Later, every time Jiang Qian was injured, someone would say, "Doctor Xie is here again." She later realized that this person even knew when her wound would hurt at night.
She asked Xie Muyao: "How much do you care about me?"
Xie Muyao looked up at her and said after a long time——
"About since the day you spoke for me at the palace gate."
Later, the Anshi Rebellion broke out.
Jiang Qian led his army out of the city, but the old marshal died in battle. Jiang Qian's life or death was uncertain.
Xie Muyao didn't cry.
She goes to the beacon tower in the west of the city every day to wait for news.
Until after the heavy snowfall, no one knew where Xie Muyao went...
Intention: Not all wounds in the world can be cured by medicine, and not all battles can be won with a sword.