In the imperial palace compound in the capital, the body and bones of the Holy Sage were getting worse day by day.
Listening to the news from the eunuch inside, he said that he could hardly eat any water or rice. He was feeling groggy all day long and rarely woke up.
It's a pity that even so, he didn't summon Prince Jing and Prince Jing into the palace to take care of him.
The longer Prince Jing waited, the more anxious he became. If he just watched the Holy Emperor die like this, with his current ability, he probably wouldn't be able to snatch Prince Jing away.
Seeing that King Jing was powerful and had military power, the more King Jing looked at him, the more unsure he became.
In this desperate situation, Prince Jing inexplicably thought of a young and beautiful figure.
She is quite capable, and it seems that curing plagues and difficult and complicated diseases are beyond her control.
Suddenly, King Jing stood up in a hurry and shouted to his attendants: "You stay here, I will go and ask for the miracle doctor now."
Others looked at his behavior with some confusion.
Late at night, King Jing led a group of people on war horses and rushed into the small mountain village.
Seeing that the small courtyard was so close, Prince Jing could have broken through the small wooden door with a horse's hoof and rushed in, but he still jumped off his horse and slapped the wooden door loudly.
When the guard in the small courtyard heard the noise, he got up impatiently and came to open the door, cursing. When he saw that it was his master, his face suddenly turned pale and he quickly knelt down on the ground.
Prince Jing didn't have time to argue with a bunch of guards about such trivial matters, so he broke into Zhan Qingyue's boudoir directly.
She saw Zhan Qingyue put on a coat and was about to get out of bed. When she saw Prince Jing coming, she opened her mouth. Before she could speak, Prince Jing took off her cloak and covered Zhan Qingyue's body, holding him on her waist. on the shoulder.
"Follow me to rescue someone, and I'll send you back when it's done."
Before Zhan Qingyue could resist, Prince Jing couldn't wait to tell him the reason, so Zhan Qingyue had no choice but to give up.
Han Yiyun in the next room has been detained by a group of guards.
He naturally heard what Prince Jing said to Zhan Qingyue.
Seeing that Prince Jing did not do anything untoward towards Zhan Qingyue, he felt relieved a little.
Zhan Qingyue was carried out of the door by Prince Jing, and met Han Yiyun's worried eyes.
She quickly explained: "Brother Han, I'm going to save someone and I'll be back soon. Don't worry, Prince Jing won't do anything to me."
Prince Jing felt warm in his heart when he heard Zhan Qingyue speak a rare word of justice for him, and the corners of his mouth also raised slightly in the dark night.
In the palace, Zhan Qingyue finished pricking the silver needles for the Holy Master, prescribed the medicine, and prepared the medicine with his own hands.
After taking three doses of medicine, the Holy Spirit's mental state improved.
The Holy Master looked at Zhan Qingyue who was serving in front of him. He was neither humble nor overbearing, serious and responsible, but a bold and careful doctor.
Among those old men in big hospitals, none of them are submissive, afraid to say anything and dare not say anything.
"Master Zhan, who do you think is more suitable to be the new emperor, Prince Jing or Prince Jing outside the gate?"
Zhan Qingyue's heart thumped, this is a proposition!
But Zhan Qingyue smiled and said: "Your Majesty, if you ask me which medicinal materials can cure which diseases, which crops grow well where, I guarantee that I can give you a clear and logical explanation, but which one is suitable to be the new emperor?" , instead of asking me, you might as well ask the people of Li, what kind of new emperor do they want?"
The Holy Emperor's eyes lit up when he heard what she said, and his affection for Zhan Qingyue grew a little more.
Zhan Qingyue felt the cold sweat on his back as he listened to the report of the favorability value in the space.
Fortunately, the deception passed.
Zhan Qingyue had been waiting in the palace for more than half a month, and the Holy Emperor finally got better.
She received permission from the Holy Spirit to return home.
Zhan Qingyue, who was sitting in the palace carriage, had just left the palace gate and rushed to the southeast alley. Unexpectedly, she turned a corner and heard the sound of fighting outside the carriage, and the carriage stopped.
Zhan Qingyue's heart was ringing with alarm. She opened the carriage curtain and heard Prince Jing shouting: "Sister Qingyue, I'm here to save you."
While he was talking, Prince Jing was already approaching.
Just as Zhan Qingyue was about to get off the carriage, she heard Prince Jing's cold laughter again.
"Prince Jing, just take her away."
Prince Jing stared at Zhan Qingyue with his sharp eyes, feeling inexplicably sad.
"Zhan Qingyue, if you dare to follow him today, your family will never survive."
Prince Jing gritted his teeth with hatred, and his eyes were almost like spitting fire.
"You are despicable!"
An evil smile appeared on Prince Jing's handsome face, his eyes never leaving Zhan Qingyue.
He said coldly: "Zhan Qingyue, what do you think? Follow me back to the mountain village, or watch your family die!"
Prince Jing deliberately emphasized the word "death", which made Zhan Qingyue extremely helpless.
She slowly got off the carriage, raised her eyes and glanced at Prince Jing on the horse, and said regretfully to Prince Jing: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I want to go back to the small mountain village. After all, the peaceful life there is suitable for me."
When she said this, she meant it.
Unexpectedly, Prince Jing heard that he had to compromise because of Prince Jing's threat.
"Prince Jing, did you hear that? Zhan Qingyue chose to go back to the mountain village with me, so don't be so sentimental here."
With a smile on his face, Prince Jing got off his horse, pulled Zhan Qingyue up and sat in front of him.
Zhan Qingyue sat awkwardly in front of Prince Jing, her face pale and ashen. She didn't even dare to look into Prince Jing's eyes.
King Jing saw this and was angry in his heart. He hated King Jing so much that his teeth itched.
This despicable villain only uses such despicable means to threaten others.
Watching the group of people go away, Prince Jing felt a strong sense of powerlessness. It was really sad to see Zhan Qingyue right in front of him but unable to save them.
In Changshui Village in the south, Prince Jing's letter reached the guard's hands early.
"The master asked us to get rid of this kid. He is getting in the way of our master's good deeds."
The leading guard explained to several other guards.
Everyone looked down upon Han Yiyun, a weak scholar with no strength, and kicked open the door of the small courtyard without even preparing a battle plan.
"Han Yiyun, come out and die. Your good days are over."
Han Yiyun frowned slightly and looked at these people who were about to die with a pair of sharp eyes.
He slowly touched the woodcutter on his lower back.
From the day King Jing took Zhan Qingyue away, he was always prepared for such a day, but he didn't expect that this day would come so late.
Within a few breaths, Han Yiyun was fighting with several guards.
With the blessing of the sword manual and Han Yiyun who had been on the battlefield, killing a few guards was not a problem.
After Han Yiyun dragged the bodies of several guards to the back mountain and buried them, before he had time to clean up the blood stains in the yard, Prince Jing came back with Zhan Qingyue.
Prince Jing looked at the mess in the courtyard and didn't understand why.
"Brother Han, how are you? Are you injured?"
Zhan Qingyue greeted with concern.
But Han Yiyun's dark eyes and Prince Jing's wide eyes seemed to want to see through the other's mind.
