"Brother Lu, please help me take a look at what this is." In Lu Ke's room in the palace, Wu Gen held a small figure in his hand and asked humbly.
During the battle that day, Lu Ke was also injured, but compared to Wu Gen, who was not cared about, Zhao Yan took him seriously and sent him a lot of medicine, and his body was fine.
Lu Ke couldn't help but be a little curious about Wu Gen's visit at night. He reached out and took the little man, looked at it and frowned, "Where did you get it?"
"Around the yard."
Lu Ke suddenly raised his head, "But there are nine?"
Wu Gen nodded.
Lu Ke's face was solemn, "You must be careful these days. This is Fu Ming Sect's method. Nine villains are facing the Nine Palaces Flying Stars. This sect is very good at controlling ghosts, restraining souls and destroying gods. Their methods are very sinister, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Hard to guard against.
Luo Yuanbing, who fought against you at the peak that day, was a member of the Fuming Sect based on his tactics. Regardless of the reason, this person died at your hands, and his accomplices must have come to take revenge. Otherwise, you should leave this place for a while. "
Wu Gen sighed, "Well, where can I run with a child? To tell the truth to Brother Lu, Zhao Ling once promised me to give Chu Ji a noble Ding. But after such a long time, every time I ask, He always talks about him.
I was hooked by this bait. If it weren't for Chu Ji, my feet would have been greased. Now the people from Fu Ming Sect are definitely eyeing Chu Ji. Without this person, I would have trouble sleeping and eating. "
Lu Ke pondered for a long time, then turned to look at Wu Gen, "I'll try to ask Zhao Yan to see if she knows the news about Fu Mingmen. If there is news, just keep an eye on Chu Ji, and I will deal with it myself. , such a vicious person, I will kill him if I can."
At this point, Lu Ke glanced outside and lowered his voice: "It's fine if it's just Fu Mingmen. This place is the private property of King Jinchun. If the other party can sneak in, I'm afraid..."
Wu Gen nodded, "Thank you, Brother Lu, for your help. I'll take care of the rest. If it's a big deal, let's muddy the water first."
After the two of them had discussed it, Wu Gen simply did not go out or take any steps forward after returning. He huddled in the house every day, asking Lu Ke to help him buy and bring back even a small amount of food to prevent anyone from poisoning him.
At night, Wu Gen asked his slender slave to protect Chu Ji, and he activated the Mopan Dafa arbitrarily, without sparing his soul power. With this kind of consumption regardless of the cost, the soul power was quickly depleted every day, and he had to replenish it with the Duan Jue from time to time.
Wu Gen found that Zhaoluan Peak was sparsely populated and the energy was refreshing, so the practice of Duwang Jue was much faster. Not only does the soul power recover very quickly, but with just a moment of meditation, a huge millstone appears in the mind.
Three days later, the gathering of virtuous people finally came to an end. Although there were some disturbances during the period, overall, it was a successful meeting. King Jinchun Zhao Qian’s status among the practitioners was further highlighted. He was the leader in the practice circles in the county. The trend is established.
After King Jinchun left, a group of guests from the palace were also returning. Everyone packed up their things and set off from their respective residences.
When Wu Gen arrived, he was too sick to ride a horse. With Chu Ji's help, Fang shakily got into a carriage.
Thanks to the fact that Wu Gen won face for the warriors at the meeting of heroes, the accompanying guards and soldiers were quite polite to Wu Gen and facilitated everything. From time to time, someone would pass by the carriage without saying a word. They would hold a fist in the air, or throw down a bottle of wine, or some newly hunted antlers.
Although these fighting men are silent, rude, and can't say anything fancy, as long as they admire you, they will show you more affection than any literati. After a while, Wu Gen's car was piled with many strange things.
Chu Ji fiddled with two long pheasant tail feathers and inserted them into Wu Gen's head, giggling from time to time.
My brother had been telling me from the past few days that he was seriously injured and bedridden to outsiders.
Seeing Wu Gen lying in the car feeling uncomfortable, Chu Ji thought of ways to make him happy. She has a keen mind and is good at observing people's hearts. In the huge palace, this lying brother is the only one who treats him sincerely.
When approaching Guanxi City, Xiangqi came to the car, looked at Wu Gen, who was pale and listless, teased Chu Ji for a while and then got up and left.
After he left, Wu Gen jumped up from the car. early
Ji handed over a paper ball, opened it and took a look at it. Wu Gen thought for a moment, then threw it into the tea and tore it into pieces.
When he arrived at his residence, Wu Gen locked in the courtyard door and hid in the courtyard. Instead, he sent Chu Ji to Zhao Ling to ask for some medicine.
Zhao Ling specially sent a maid and doctor to come with Chu Ji to visit.
Wu Gen's eyes were dull, his lips were chapped, and he was lying on the bed with a depressed expression. He seemed to be a different person and allowed the doctor to take a pulse. After a while, the doctor opened his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Oh, the internal injuries are serious, I'm afraid..." Xin
"What are you afraid of?" the maid asked anxiously.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to recover for a month or two." The doctor shook his head and said, "The current plan is to stay in bed and rest to observe the extent of the injury."
"Thank you... thank you doctor, please leave me a life-saving prescription." Wu Gen's voice was trembling, and he was as angry as a thread.
After leaving a prescription, the doctor and the maid turned and left. As soon as the two of them were discharged from the hospital, Wu Genteng jumped up from the bed, "It was such a close call. I didn't expect Zhao Ling, a crazy woman, to be so careful and send someone to check out the situation."
Just now, he deliberately disturbed the meridians, caused the qi and blood to flow backwards, and almost caused internal injuries. Only then was he able to deceive the doctor.
Now that Zhao Ling had been informed that he was seriously ill, Wu Gen sat on the bed and thought to himself about what to do next.
In the early morning, dust was flying on the official road, and a group of light cavalry rushed towards Guanxicheng. When they arrived at the gate of the city, the defenders didn't even look at them, and the Qingqi went straight into the city.
Along Qingshi Street, Qingqi arrived in front of Prince Jinchun's Mansion. The guards of the palace saw it from a distance and didn't take it seriously. This was the envoy from Genshan Gate who routinely delivered elixirs to the prince. It was always at this time. He was a familiar face. After a brief look, he waved to dismount and enter the gate.
After entering the palace gate, the man walked to the steward's room by a familiar route. Every time the elixir is delivered, it must be handed over to the steward's room, and then the steward will present it to the prince. This has been the case for many years.
As soon as I walked into the second courtyard, I met a person who I knew. He was a steward named Wang Rong in Zhao Qian's mansion. Sometimes Zhao Qian would also ask for some elixirs, but Wang Rong took care of them, so they became familiar with each other as soon as they went back and forth.
"Brother Li, you're here again to deliver pills so early." Wang Rong greeted him with a smile.
"Isn't that right? The newly refined elixir was sent to the prince early in the morning. Hey, Wang Rong, your complexion looks a little wrong today, but you are sick." The person who sent the elixir said in surprise.
"Ahem, I feel cold. By the way, Brother Li, I just have to go to the steward's room. How about I bring you the elixir?" Wang Rong said enthusiastically.
"This is not a good idea. It has to be handed over to Manager Zhou every time." The person who gave the pill hesitated.
"You, you, you don't know the heart of a good person. Manager Zhou has something to do today and will come later. It's not a problem for you to wait alone. Anyway, I'm at the palace. When he comes back, I can seize the opportunity to give it to him. It's okay. You're wasting your time. Forget it, forget it, if you don't believe me, then you'd better wait alone."
"Don't worry, brother, that's not what you meant. Since Manager Zhou is not here, I'll bother you, Manager Wang." After saying that, he handed over the box on his back, "It's just a good opportunity to go to the city to buy some sundries."
"It's such a small thing, why are we so polite to each other?" Wang Rong took the box smoothly.
"Thank you very much, Manager Wang. Then I will take my leave."
"Brother Li, walk slowly, I'll take care of the matter." Wang Rong said, patting his chest.
Watching the person delivering the elixir leave, Wang Rong pondered for a moment before turning around and heading towards the steward's room.
Zhao Chang has been very keen on spiritual practice in recent years and takes a pill every day. Some time ago, the steward's office sent a new elixir from Genshanmen. I took two pills and found that they were extremely effective. Since then, I have asked for this elixir to be a permanent supply.
In the early morning, as soon as Zhao Chang got up, there were two maids standing in front of the bed. One was holding a wooden tray with the elixirs to be eaten today, and the other was holding two cups of tea, one for gargling, and the other It is used to deliver pills.
Zhao Chang took the elixir, put it into his mouth, took a sip of tea and gave it to him. According to the usual practice, today he was going to meet with people from the county governor's mansion. Chief Zhao was being served by the maid while he was getting dressed.
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He took a breath and was about to go out when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Zhao Chang's expression changed, cold sweat broke out from his forehead, his face turned blue, and he groaned tremblingly: "Send me to the toilet quickly."
In the afternoon, news quickly spread throughout the palace that the prince had been poisoned.
Regardless of whether he was poisoned or not, Chang Zhao went back and forth to the toilet more than a dozen times. At this time, he was lying on the bed, his face was like gold paper, and his eye sockets were sunken. Several doctors and Qi practitioners were waiting on the side with sad expressions on their faces.
Since the morning, Chang Zhao suddenly felt unwell. All kinds of methods were used, but he still couldn't stop the illness. I checked my diet and everything was fine. I also checked the pills I had taken, and found that two of them were fake pills.
Seeing that Zhao Chang has not eaten enough rice, if he delays it any longer, his life may be in danger. If several of the disciples hadn't absorbed some spiritual energy, they might have been unconscious at this time.
"Get...get the Jade Flower Pill." Zhao Chang ordered while panting.
"Your Majesty, no, Yuhua Pill is a great tonic. With your current illness, I'm afraid I won't be able to tolerate the properties of the medicine." A doctor quickly dissuaded him.
"Quick...quack doctor, get the medicine quickly." Zhao Chang's beard trembled angrily.
Soon, the chief steward Gao Cheng took the Yuhua Pill, looked at the doctor's eyes, and carefully advised: "My lord, take less of it first, and wait until it has the effect before taking it again."
Zhao Chang nodded, he really didn't have the energy to be angry with these people.
Gao Cheng cut into half a piece of the elixir and took it while holding Zhao Chang's back. After a while, his face turned rosy, and mist rose from his body. In the end, his face was as red as a date, as if it was cooked, his eyes were wide open, and he was clutching his chest and struggling hard.
The group of people were so frightened that they rubbed their chests and channeled their spiritual energy for a long time before Zhao Changfang fell asleep.
When he woke up again, it was already night. Zhao Chang opened his eyes and saw Gao Cheng and his son Zhao Qian standing in the house.
"Father, you're awake." Zhao Qian hurried forward with a look of concern.
Zhao Chang waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, I know it well. Where is Zhang Qing? Also, where is Zhao Ling? His father is about to die, and he doesn't know how to come and take a look."
Gao Cheng hurriedly stepped forward and said, "The villain will call the two of them over immediately." Zhao Chang nodded and lay down again with his eyes narrowed.
After holding the incense stick, Gao Chengfang walked in with a somewhat ugly look on his face and said, "Prince Qi, wengzhu and Zhang Qing are not here. I asked the servants and they said they left yesterday and never returned."
Hearing this, Zhao Qian was furious and said: "These two shameless things must have gone wandering somewhere. Father, wait until I catch them and come back."
Zhao Chang opened his eyes when he heard this and glared at his son, "Are you still worried that the family scandal will not be known to everyone? Go and find out who sent the elixir today, who received it from the steward's room, and who passed through the hands before it came to my mouth. .”
Gao Cheng had cold sweat on his forehead and hurried out. When the prince said this, he had already concluded that there was something wrong with the elixir. After all, the steward's room was under his jurisdiction, and he would have to walk around without being able to take it if something went wrong.
After waiting for another long time, Gao Cheng came back, glanced at Zhao Qian with a strange expression, walked to Zhao Qian's bed, leaned over and whispered a few words.
When Gao Cheng finished speaking, Zhao Chang's eyes widened, he sat up and shouted loudly, "Zhao Qian, what do you want?"
