Over there, Mo Jing'an took the two folk doctors selected last night to the Xiuhua Palace where Yun Guiren lived. After the inspection by Imperial Doctor Jiang, he found that the two men could not only distinguish between herbs, but also know how to see, hear, and ask, and both of them swore by it. He said that it could cure the epidemic, so he brought the two of them into the palace.
One of them is called Hu Cai, and the other is a pole.
Mo Jing'an couldn't help but look at this pole with admiration: "Bian pole, are you really a descendant of Bian Que?"
The carrying pole said firmly: "Of course, if you lie even half a word, your lord, you can kill me."
Mo Jingan nodded with satisfaction, stopped outside the Xiuhua Palace, and said to the two of them: "In that case, you two go in, I will be waiting outside."
As he spoke, Mo Jing'an closed the veil on his head to cover his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
Hu Cai suddenly stopped and said: "Your Majesty, why don't you let the pole try it first? If we two go to treat it together, and wait for Yun Guijun to cure it, I don't know who gets the credit. If the pole can't cure it, It’s not too late to go in for treatment if the baby is small.”
The pole immediately said anxiously: "Of course whoever cures the disease will get the credit."
Hu Cai shook his head and made a mental note for himself: "If the prince is not here, who knows whose credit is it? Credit is something that cannot be explained..."
"you......"
Mo Jing'an thought about it and felt that what he said made sense, so he agreed to Hu Cai's suggestion: "Now that you're done carrying the pole, you can go in and treat Mr. Yun."
The pole gritted his teeth, looked at Hu Cai and snorted coldly: "Don't worry, you won't have any chance later, because... I won't give you a chance!"
After saying that, the pole held his head high, turned around and strode away.
Seeing the carrying pole entering the Xiuhua Palace, Mo Jing'an stood calmly waiting outside the palace. The Xiuhua Palace was full of bad luck, and he didn't want to go in and be infected with the epidemic.
About a quarter of an hour later.
The little maid serving Yun Guiren hurriedly ran out of Xiuhua Palace, but halfway there, she was stopped by the guards guarding the door.
The little maid was so anxious that she shouted loudly: "It's not good, it's not good... Mr. Yun is out of breath, doctor, please call the doctor quickly..."
Mo Jing'an's expression tightened, and he quickly stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter? What's wrong with Mr. Yun? Isn't Doctor Dianbian in there?"
The little maid cried and said: "Your Majesty Yun was still angry just now, but as soon as Doctor Bian inserted an acupuncture, Your Majesty Yun lost all her energy..."
Hearing this, Mo Jingan's eyes widened in shock: "How is this possible?! It's impossible, impossible..."
Isn’t this carrying pole a descendant of Bian Que?
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the pole staggering out of Yun Guiren's house. As he ran, he said: "Second Prince, it's not me, it's not me. Yun Guiren is in trouble. As soon as I go to her...she will died......"
Mo Jing'an was so frightened that he almost stumbled and was caught off guard by the sudden bad news.
"Quick, stop him!" Upon seeing this, the guards at the door immediately stopped the pole, and one of them turned around to report to the emperor.
The pole shouted loudly: "Let me go, Second Prince, believe me, it was not me who killed Mr. Yungui..."
The little maid turned her head and cried and cursed: "It's you, it's you who killed Mr. Yungui, wuwuwu..."
Hearing this, Mo Jing'an glared at the pole fiercely, with a look that could kill someone. Now, even if he knew that Yun Guiren's death was related to the pole, he would never admit it, because he brought the pole. If he admitted it, Isn't that the same as telling the emperor that he doesn't know people well?
Hu Cai on the side patted his chest luckily. Fortunately, he didn't go in just now, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain clearly. He looked at Mo Jing'an and said: "Your Majesty, let someone else treat the little one. I guarantee that the little one can be cured." .”
Mo Jingan glanced at him, his eyes full of suspicion.
...
Over at the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the emperor had just taken a breath. When he heard that the doctor brought by Mo Jing'an had put Yun Gui to death, he was furious: "Go, bring Prince An to me!"
After a while, the great eunuch rushed to Xiuhua Palace with the news: "Second Prince, the emperor asked you to go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony."
Mo Jingan was shocked. The emperor asked him to go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony. It seemed that he knew about Yun Guiren's death. What should he do now? But the emperor called him and he had to go even if he didn't want to. After gritting his teeth, Mo Jingan raised his feet and hurried to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
As soon as he left, the eunuch behind him said, "Who are you, drag this doctor down and kill him with a cane!"
Hearing this, the pole turned pale with fright and begged for mercy loudly: "No...Second Prince, help me, save me..."
"The Second Prince has too much time to take care of himself. You are a charlatan. If you kill Mr. Yun, the Emperor will never let you live! Hold on..."
The pole was dragged down, and as a series of pitiful screams came, the pole's throat tightened, and it died immediately.
...
Hall of Supreme Harmony.
After Mo Jing'an came in, he was wrapped up like a rice dumpling. The emperor didn't recognize him for a moment and said coldly: "Who are you? Where is Prince An?"
Mo Jing'an immediately stepped forward and saluted: "Father, I am your son."
"Prince An?" The emperor looked at him in shock, and then angrily yelled: "Why are you so strict? Do you think you have the honor to kill Yun Gui and you don't have the face to see me?"
Mo Jingan shook his head and said: "No, father, my son touched something unclean last night. His body is allergic and his whole body is covered in rashes. I am afraid that if it is exposed, it will scare the father."
The emperor looked defensive: "You are probably infected with the epidemic, right?"
Hearing this, all the ministers around him silently took a few steps back, staying far away from Mo Jing'an.
Seeing this, Mo Jingan replied: "No, Father, Imperial Physician Jiang has checked it with me. It's just an allergy rash, not an epidemic."
The emperor breathed a sigh of relief, but when he thought about Yun Guiren's affairs, he became angry again: "Prince An, you bastard! I entrusted the epidemic to you, but it turned out that it was good for you, and you brought the charlatan into the palace to be executed. You are a noble man."
Mo Jing'an was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and argued forcefully: "Father, Yun Guiren's death has nothing to do with Biandan. Biandan is a descendant of Bian Que. Biandan said that Yun Guiren was already dead when he went to treat her. ....."
"Shut up!" The emperor scolded and interrupted him: "Yun Guiren has died in his hands, and you still want to quibble. What about Bian Que's descendants? If Bian Que's descendants are still alive, can he take his turn? He is full of talk. You are talking nonsense and lying, don’t you have a brain? You actually believe such nonsense, I think your brain is not as good as that pole!"
Mo Jingan's throat froze and he bit his lip tightly: "Father, please give Erchen another chance. He is not good at medical skills on a shoulder pole, and there is a Hucai. Yes, Erchen also brought a Hucai. He said that he There is a way to cure the epidemic..."
The emperor took a deep breath and looked at him coldly: "Okay, then I will give you another chance."
