Meng Suige grabbed Wang Fengyu's hand, with a look of anxiety on his face and a slightly trembling voice: "Wang Fengyu, how is Yao joining the army?"
Wang Fengyu's hand hurt from being grabbed by Meng Suige, so he hurriedly pulled it back, shook his head, and sighed bitterly: "You still have a breath left, let's go and have a look."
Meng Suige's eyes dimmed, he slowly clenched his fists, and rushed upstairs in a hurry.
Han Changmu held the weightless prescription and looked at it carefully in front of the candlelight, thinking over and over again and making up his mind.
If he didn't use it, Yao Yao might not be able to survive the night.
But if it is used and the foundation is damaged, even if the injury is healed, there will be endless troubles.
When he was in a dilemma, there was a slight rustling sound on the bed.
He turned around and saw Yao Yao frowning slightly. She looked very painful, but she was too weak and had no strength to struggle and cry out in pain. There was only big mouthfuls of blood flowing along uncontrollably. The corners of his lips protruded.
The blood flowed very fast, soaking into the corners of the quilt in an instant, and her face became as pale as paper.
Han Changmu suddenly panicked and hurriedly twisted the handkerchief to wipe Yao Yao's face.
But the blood seemed to flow endlessly, and just after it was wiped, it overflowed again.
His hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the handkerchief. As he wiped it, his eyes turned red.
Meng Sui pushed open the door and walked in between the two of them. When they saw this scene, they all stopped in their tracks.
When Han Changmu heard the noise, he closed his eyes, quickly wiped away the tears in his eyes, turned around and asked as usual: "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
He Zhenfu saluted and said: "Three people are still alive and are already being treated. The others have been sent to the previous room for inspection, and Sun Wuzuo is already inspecting the body."
Han Changmu nodded and looked at Meng Suigai.
Meng Suige took a step forward with a solemn expression: "My lord, Beizhi and Yao Canjun followed the convoy out of Gongyuan. After turning the corner, they heard the sound of wheels stopping, and there was the sound of drawing swords again. Then a figure left, Beizhi The two felt something was wrong, so they chased after them and saw that Boss Cai and the guys were all lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. So they followed the direction in which the figure disappeared, while Yao Canjun stayed behind."
Han Changmu frowned slightly: "Didn't you set that noisy arrow?"
Meng Suige shook his head: "It's not a humble position, it should be Yao Canjun who released him."
Han Changmu vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a while. He calmed down and said quietly: "I want to go to the Bei Ya Forbidden Army. Meng Sui is staying behind to take care of Yao Canjun. Don't let anyone get close to her." ."
Meng Suige was stunned for a moment: "What happened to the Beiya Imperial Army? Sir, isn't the most important thing now to treat Yao Canjun's injuries?"
Han Changmu said patiently: "Yao Canjun suffered serious internal injuries and needs to be treated with the secret medicine of the Beiya Forbidden Army."
While talking, Yao Yao vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood, and there was no trace of blood on his face. He felt as if he had been immersed in an ice cave, and his whole body was filled with cold air, which was frighteningly cold.
Han Changmu didn't dare to hesitate any longer, handed the prescription to He Zhenfu, and said with determination: "Prepare the medicine according to the prescription, and boil the medicine yourself. Don't do it with your own hands. Don't give Yao Canjun the medicine after cooking. Wait until I come back."
He Zhenfu didn't know much about pharmacology, but he still saw a few unusual medicines from the prescription. He recognized that these medicines were all poisonous. His heart trembled, and he suddenly knew that something was extremely serious.
It's serious. He nodded solemnly and said: "Yes, let's do it now."
Watching He Zhenfu leave, Han Changmu asked Meng Suigai in a low voice: "Have you found out the relationship between Yao Canjun and Commander Jin?"
Meng Suige shook his head in confusion: "Obviously, Yao Canjun and Commander Jin have never met each other. However, Yao Canjun once served in the Forbidden Army. I found out from his humble position that Commander Jin was also in the Forbidden Army at that time. The two of them must have met. It shouldn’t be as completely ignorant as it is now.”
Han Changmu was slightly focused, twirling his sleeves with two fingers, tilting his head thoughtfully, glanced at Yao Yao, and suddenly burst out with a sarcastic smile: "Go and walk around the Forbidden Army's hut and find a few people to come and help. "Just say," he paused, the smile on his face deepened, and thought: "Just say that Yao Canjun is seriously injured, the medicine is ineffective, and the internal guards are short of manpower. Ask them to come over to help take care of the arrangements behind his death."
Meng Suige became even more confused. He glanced at Yao Yao and said hesitantly: "Sir, it's not a good idea to curse Yao Yao to join the army."
Han Changmu glanced at Meng Suigai lightly: "I am here to save her."
Meng Suige curled his lips and murmured secretly, "Who knows? Bao Buqi is half saving people and half digging holes. It's not like he has never done this kind of thing before."
Han Changmu looked at Meng Suigai with an expression as if he could see his inner disapproval. He frowned and said in an oppressive tone: "What are you thinking about?"
Meng Sui fiercely beat his spirit, and quickly said: "No, no, no, there is nothing to think about, and the humble job passes, go right away."
Han Changmu turned around and looked at Yao Yao carefully, called an internal guard in, and explained a few words carefully before walking downstairs to Jiang Shen's room.
Regardless of whether there is hope or not, you have to try.
It was lunch time, but Han Changmu didn't feel hungry at all. When he pushed the door open and walked in, he was stunned for a moment when he saw the food table full of food.
Seeing Han Changmu's worried expression, Jiang Shen's heart skipped a beat, and his voice trembled unconsciously: "Have you had lunch, Mr. Han? Come here now, what's the matter?"
Han Changmu looked at the other people in the room and bowed respectfully: "Mr. Ge, can you take a moment to speak?"
Jiang Shen was stunned for a moment, and was about to speak when he saw that Mu Rongxun and the other three people had already stood up, carrying their own lunches, and left.
Jiang Shen raised his hand: "That's fine. After lunch, you guys can take a break and go back to the official hall to review your papers in the afternoon."
The three of them all claimed it and exited the room.
Jiang Shen then raised his eyes, looked at Han Changmu, and asked nervously: "Jiu Chao, Jiu Chao, what happened again? Don't scare me anymore."
Han Changmu looked a little difficult as he thought about it. He didn't know where to start or how to speak.
The more he looked like this, the more uneasy Jiang Shen became, and he asked anxiously: "Jiuchao, no, someone died again, right?"
This was a good idea. Han Changmu nodded: "Yes, there is indeed another murder."
Jiang Shen suddenly looked haggard, stood up suddenly, and slapped his thigh: "Why am I so unlucky?"
Han Changmu hurriedly supported the staggering Jiang Shen, helped him sit down on the bed, and then told the whole story in detail.
The more Jiang Shen listened, the more his heart sank. He frowned and murmured: "You mean, you mean that the group of people who brought the food in have...
Question, are there also casualties among the inner guards? "
Han Changmu nodded heavily: "Yes."
Jiang Shen asked again: "Are you saying that the injured girl is the girl named Yao? She is in fear of her life, and she has to breathe with the century-old ginseng in my hand to have a chance to heal her injury?"
Han Changmu nodded openly again: "Yes."
Jiang Shen's eyes flickered and fell darkly on Han Changmu: "Does Jiuchao know that that ginseng is the grace of the saint?"
Han Changmu said: "The official knows."
He was sitting against the light, his back straight, and he was not wearing official uniform. The clear skylight passed through the glass window and fell mottled on the azure gown. Every strand was reflected clearly and straight, as if A green bamboo that never breaks or bends.
Jiang Shen met Han Changmu's eyes. Those eyes showed the vicissitudes of the years and the coldness of an iron horse, but there was no trace of turbidity in them, and they still retained a clear light.
He was stunned for a moment, feeling slightly shocked in his heart. He narrowed his cloudy eyes slightly and stood up.
He walked to the bookshelf behind the desk and took out a long and narrow ebony box from a hidden compartment.
The box is engraved with auspicious cloud patterns. The carving is very exquisite, and it is extraordinary at first glance.
He walked back to the desk with the box in hand, opened the lid, and a strong medicinal fragrance hit his nostrils, which was shocking.
The box was covered with a layer of indigo velvet cloth, and lying quietly inside was a ginseng stick, which looked about seven or eight taels in size.
This ginseng is thick and strong, with twisting branches and dense roots. It is a real treasure. No wonder it is only found in the palace.
When Han Changmu saw Jiang Shen take out this object, he was really surprised and looked up at Jiang Shen.
He never thought that a few words could impress Jiang Shen and make him take out this object to rescue an unknown seventh-rank official.
After all, this is a huge investment with no return.
Jiang Shen seemed to see what Han Changmu was thinking, pushed the box to Han Changmu's hand, and said lightly: "I am old, and with such precious medicine to protect my life, I will only live a few more years, but she is still young. , the days are still long, if the medicine can really save her life, it will be considered well spent."
Han Changmu was stunned and speechless.
There was a smile on his lips, and his cloudy eyes were full of sincere light: "It is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm, and I am not immune to this. However, this matter has all benefits and no harm. I am just doing a favor. Don’t worry too much about it, just use it.”
Han Changmu suddenly felt that he was being a villain. He sweated a little and said apologetically: "It's just my guess. Please forgive me."
Jiang Shen waved his hand and smiled nonchalantly: "Jiuchao has made serious remarks. These are trivial matters. The most important thing is to avoid mistakes and make no mistakes."
Han Changmu Ying claimed that it was true, looked at Jiang Shen and said: "The elder is so open-minded, and I admire him. If the elder has something difficult to solve in the future, I will definitely help him."
With Han Changmu's words, it was regarded as a promise from Prince Han's Mansion, but Jiang Shen showed no joy at all on his face. Instead, his expression sank: "Jiuzhao said this out of context. I took out this thing just to save my life." How can I ask for any conditions or exchange with Jiuchao when I only have one life? There is no need to mention this matter again. Saving people is more important."
Han Changmu felt even more guilty. He bowed deeply, carefully held the ebony box, and left the room respectfully.
