Han Changmu twisted the ball and illuminated it in the light: "It's a wax pill."
Yao Yao laughed dumbly: "For such a big man, he will choke when he swallows it. How did this person swallow it?"
Sun Ying looked at Yao Yao in astonishment: "Yao Canjun was not curious about what was hidden in this wax pill, but he was actually curious about how the man swallowed the wax pill?!"
"My mind is very strange." Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and smiled.
In fact, rather than being curious about what was hidden in the wax pill, she was more curious about what was mixed in the wax pill to prevent the wax pill from dissolving from her stomach.
Han Changmu twitched his lips when he heard Yao Yao's words: "What Qingqi?"
Yao Yao hurriedly suppressed his smile and said seriously: "It's nothing strange. Your Excellency, I was misunderstood. I am curious about what is hidden in the wax pill."
Han Changmu sneered: "If you can't even hear a sentence, my ears will really become a decoration."
However, he just glanced at Yao Yao and did not delve into the matter. With a little force with his two fingers, he rubbed the wax ball open, and sure enough, a small paper ball fell out of the wax ball.
The ball of paper unfolded into a crumpled slender strip, with a line of words written lightly in ink on it.
Han Changmu watched, his face gradually darkened.
Seeing Han Changmu's expression change, Yao Yao quickly looked around, full of suspicion.
There were only a dozen herbs on the paper, none of which were poisonous, but why did his face look so ugly.
Sun Ying was also confused. She raised her head blankly and looked at Yao Yao.
After a moment of silence, Yao Yao stepped forward and said in a low and solemn voice: "Sir, is there anything wrong with these medicines? Is it exactly the prescription that Lan Tiao is looking for?"
Han Changmu twisted the note, lowered his eyes, and said after being quiet for a long time: "Sun Wuzuo, go and trip Lan Tiao. I have to think about this recipe again, and I can't let her know about it now."
Sun Ying was stunned for a moment, thinking about how to stop the person, but he undoubtedly turned around and walked out the door.
Han Changmu watched as the door of the dormitory was gently closed. A ray of bright sunlight leaked in from the crack in the door, and the scattered dust swirled and dissipated in the beam of light.
"I've heard of this recipe, but not in such detail, and I've looked for it before." He suddenly spoke with a sullen face, breaking the silence in the room.
Yao Yao raised his head in shock and stared into Han Changmu's eyes: "Sir, have you ever looked for this prescription? What is this prescription for? Could it be..."
She hesitated to speak. Although she didn't understand pharmacology, she had heard that medicine had eighteen side effects. If used incorrectly, non-toxic medicine could become poisonous. Could this medicine be for saints?
"No, you are overthinking." Han Changmu could tell at a glance what Yao Yao was thinking. He sighed and said with difficulty: "This prescription is to cure, cure, madness."
Yao Yao's eyes widened in shock.
He who cures madness, madness, who in this palace is mad? Never heard of it.
In the flash of lightning, she glanced at Han Changmu quickly, her words rolled on the tip of her tongue, and she blurted out not asking who this medicine was for, but instead asked: "My lord, I think Qing Yue swallowed this wax pill by herself." Or was someone forcing him to swallow it?"
"Huh?!" Han Changmu hummed in surprise, with a face full of surprise: "Are you not at all curious about who this medicine is for?"
"Not curious, not curious." Yao Yao waved his hands repeatedly: "Who doesn't have any secrets that cannot be revealed? I am not curious at all."
After saying this, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It would be a lie to say she wasn't curious, but the madness in this world is different from the modern madness in her previous life. Madness in her previous life was just a disease, and she could just be sent to a mental hospital for treatment. , this ancient mad disease, there are so many things that can be imagined, such as being hit by evil spirits, being possessed by ghosts, being poisoned by poison, being stabbed by people, being cursed by villains, all kinds of things, and they are not visible anyway. People's diseases can always be related to dirty and dirty things.
She is a bright-minded little girl who does not want to know so many dark sides of society.
Han Changmu was unwilling to do as Yao Yao wished, with a hint of sadness in his voice: "My mother has been ill for more than twenty years. Over the years, she has become less and less awake."
Before he finished speaking, Yao Yao covered his ears: "Sir, please stop talking. It is recorded in Sun Ying's examination booklet that Qing Yue's throat is edema and there is residual congestion in her mouth. It's hard to say that she was forced to swallow." The traces left by the wax pills were caused by the unbearable pain caused by the fire. After all, he was burned beyond recognition, and there were no traces of finger marks on his face."
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao indifferently. He didn't care about what she just said. Instead, he reached out and took off the hands that were covering her ears. He continued to talk to himself. The more he spoke, the sadder the look on his face, the deeper his voice. The loneliness and pain couldn't be more severe: "My mother's illness has become more and more serious in the past two or three years. The doctor said that if I can't find a suitable medicine anymore, my mother will not be able to endure it anymore. I have been looking for medicine for these two years." His voice gradually became lower, revealing endless desolation: "I didn't expect that this medicine is really in the capital, in the palace."
Yao Yao shivered because of the chill in Han Changmu's words. She raised her eyes and saw Han Changmu's cold eyes. The corner of her mouth twitched. Could it be that this person came to Beijing because of this medicine and was willing to be a hostage? ?
She frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong. Looking at Han Changmu's gradually red eyes, she saw a hint that he was going crazy, and couldn't help thinking: "Sir, something is not quite right about this matter."
Han Changmu said "Oh" softly, and in the high-pitched final voice, he gradually calmed down, and his eyes became colder and less hot: "What's wrong?"
Yao Yao concentrated and said: "When something happened in Qingxu Palace and the saint ordered you to investigate the case, did you know that this prescription was in the palace?"
Han Changmu shook his head: "I don't know."
He really didn't know that although the saint handed him the life-saving pills every month as promised, he never thought that the pills were made according to this recipe.
Yao Yao asked again: "Does your Excellency know who wrote this prescription?"
Han Changmu nodded: "I know."
Yao Yao asked: "Then, this prescription should not have been written by Qing Chen or Qing Yue."
Han Changmu nodded: "No."
"That's right!" Yao Yao slapped her thigh hard, too hard. Her legs hurt and her hands were numb. She gasped: "Where is Fang Zi's real owner? This is one of them. , Secondly, how did the recipe that even the Lord could not find get into Qingyue's hands and be swallowed by him? Thirdly, the saint gave the Lord a secret edict, and his entry into the palace was even more secret. Lan Tiao's master If Xie Huiming knows this secret decree, he will also know something else, for example."
Han Changmu sneered: "For example, let's take the exchange between me and the saint."
Yao Yao raised her eyebrows. There really was an exchange. She seemed to know a lot of incredible secrets. Could Han Changmu have silenced her? She pursed her lips and said, "Since he knows this, where did this recipe come from?" The reason for coming here is worthy of further investigation.”
Han Changmu woke up from the endless sadness and embarrassment. Yes, yes, his relationship was in chaos. If it hadn't been for the appearance of this note, he would never have thought that the doctor Xu he was looking for was in the palace.
He narrowed his eyes. In other words, Doctor Xu was not in the palace, and the person who owned this prescription was actually someone else.
This person deliberately sent this prescription to him.
What does this person want?
Do you want him and the saint to be at odds with each other? He and the saint never trusted each other, and they only used each other.
Want him to support a certain prince? The foundation of Han Jiajun's life is to be loyal only to the emperor and not to be greedy for the merits of his support.
He smiled: "Talking to smart people is like enlightenment."
Yao Yao said seriously: "Thank you for the compliment, sir."
"..." Han Changmu stared, speechless.
Yao Yao chuckled twice, and in a moment he cupped his hands with a stern look on his face: "Sir, please don't tell me these secret things from now on. I'm a coward."
"..." Han Changmu tilted his head, stared at Yao Yao's face, and suddenly smiled: "Is Yao joining the army afraid that I will kill someone and silence him?"
Yao Yao laughed twice: "You are a gentleman."
Han Changmu snorted with a half-smile, "Really?"
"..." Yao Yao curled her lips twice, but her heart calmed down. If Han Changmu could joke like this, then her life would be safe.
Han Changmu put the note away and clapped his hands twice: "Okay, let's go find Sun Ying and examine Qing Yue's body again."
When Han Changmu and Han Changmu walked out, Sun Ying and Lan Tiao were glaring at each other, rambling incoherently. The speaker was confused and the listeners were confused.
When she heard Han Changmu calling for someone outside, Sun Ying suddenly jumped up from the bed as if she had been granted amnesty. She even forgot to say any kind words, opened the door and rushed out.
The bright sunlight fell unobstructed on his forehead, and the fine beads of sweat reflected the crystal clear luster.
It was as if he suddenly breathed in fresh and clean air. He squinted his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.
It's not a human job to be so damn naughty, but the autopsy is a pleasure.
He saluted Han Changmu: "Sir."
Han Changmu was a little surprised by Sun Ying's sudden excitement, and nodded: "Let's examine Qing Yue's body again."
Sun Ying said yes, and walked side by side with Yao Yao behind Han Changmu. He nudged Yao Yao with his elbow and whispered with such affection and naturalness: "Hey, what did you say in that note?"
Yao Yao pursed his lips: "It's just an ordinary recipe, nothing."
Sun Ying snorted: "It's an ordinary recipe, don't tease me. If it's really ordinary, would you be so anxious to do another autopsy?"
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and smiled, praising half-truthfully: "Sun Wuzuo is quick and quick. It is really an incompetence of his talent to be Wuzuo. He should be the prime minister."
"..." Sun Ying glared and gritted his teeth angrily.
