As for food, His Majesty has poison testers, silver needles and imperial doctors around him.
It is first tested with a silver needle, then tested by the imperial doctor, and finally taken by the person who tests the poison.
Finally, it will enter His Majesty's mouth.
However, it is very possible that the flower juice, especially the powder from the flower stamens, was brought by someone and inadvertently contaminated with something, and then contaminated on His Majesty's body.
Although people can't be poisoned to death at once, fifteen years is enough.
Di Ying remembered that time when he gave emergency treatment to His Majesty who was suffering from convulsions and breathlessness, he took out His Majesty's pulse.
There are signs of deficiency of yin and excess of fire, liver-stimulating and decoction of fire. At the same time, there are also signs of deficiency of the kidneys. Already weakened to the point of damage.
And His Majesty's frequent contact with the heads of state may have also been affected by the symptoms of hypocrisy.
If this continues, the number of times His Majesty will have convulsions and hold his breath will become more and more frequent, and each time will be more dangerous.
From being unable to save the kidneys, to being unable to save the liver and heart, to being unable to save the life.
No wonder His Majesty's temper is getting worse and worse, and he always gets headaches.
It is estimated that your Majesty will suffer from the same illness as Grandma Miao before long. But the danger level is a hundred times higher than that of Grandma Miao.
There is a high probability: he will die directly.
To determine whether all this was caused by those rare flowers, Di Ying had to go and check it out personally.
But now is not the season for those dozens of trees to bloom.
After the dark clouds rushed the owner to the place like lightning, he saw the owner standing under the tree, staring at the top of the tree and was stunned.
It has just entered early March, and the trees are all bare, not even a dead leaf. Only a few, dotted, small buds of leaves quietly revealed a slight green.
Di Ying stared at the almost imperceptible greenery, rolled up her sleeves and legs, and prepared to climb the tree.
Plants are one of the strangest things in life.
Whether it is a tree or a grass, they may both be a spear and a shield within themselves.
For example: leaves can kill people, fruits can save people;
The roots can save people, but the bark can kill people.
Or: Flowers can hurt people, leaves can nourish people.
In short, there is not much singleness, and even less unity.
Di Ying was thinking: If the flowers of this tree are harmful to people, then its leaves may be life-saving.
He had to climb up and get a bud to taste.
Peng Liang, who was beside him, saw the master hugging the tree and stretching his legs. He jumped up very understandingly and broke off a branch from the tree.
Then, he looked at the adults in his family with smiling eyes.
Di Ying: "..."
He let go of his hand holding the tree and was about to pick up the branches when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
He twisted his neck and stared at the tree.
The trunk is not very thick, about the thickness of a normal adult man's waist.
But there are many carvings on the trunk.
It looked like marks made by a sharper blade. And every trace is engraved. Just circle around the tree.
Round enough, but not flat enough. It's slightly tilted. At the bottom of the slope, there is a triangular opening with signs of growth.
In other words: taken as a whole, it looks like a water ladle with an open mouth.
There are such carvings every thirty centimeters on the tree trunk.
And old and new are different.
Some have grown, leaving only faint interruption marks on the bark; some have only grown one-third, and are still relatively deep.
Di Ying touched the latest mark with her hand, twirled her fingers, then lay down and sniffed it with her nose.
Then, look at the trunk of another tree next to it.
It has the same notch on it.
Just a dozen trees in this small valley all have such carvings on their bodies.
Di Ying didn't take matters into her own hands this time.
He asked Peng Liang to look at the scratches and make a fresh circumcision.
After Peng Liang finished cutting, Di Ying took his knife and found that there was a faint, almost transparent liquid on the knife.
He leaned in and smelled it carefully.
The liquid has a faint sweet smell, which is indescribably good. And it was the first time he had ever smelled it.
Di Ying knelt down and rubbed the blade with hay.
But in just a few short breaths, the layer of transparent liquid seemed to show some signs of solidification.
It took some effort for Di Ying to rub the blade clean.
He handed the knife back to Peng Liang, and then he squatted there, looking up at the newly cut circumcision line by Peng Liang.
Especially staring at the small gap on the circumferential line.
After about half a moment, a transparent liquid slowly came out, flowed along the circumferential line and towards the small gap, and then condensed into drops there.
Didn't fall off.
When it turned into a droplet shape, which was about half a quarter of an hour later, it solidified.
Di Ying wanted to pick it off.
As soon as I stood up, I staggered and almost hit a tree.
Thanks to Peng Liang's quick eyes and quick hands, he was able to catch him.
By the way, Peng Liang's other hand wanted to help the adults pick up the drops of water.
No, it should be called sap beads.
Di Ying stopped him.
"Don't touch it with your hands."
As he spoke, he stood firm, then took out a pair of thin leather gloves that were always in use for autopsy from his arms and put them on, then reached out and picked out the sap drop.
New sap beads continue to be produced slowly.
Di Ying gently twisted the soft, almost transparent sap beads in her fingers, smelled the faint sweet aroma it emitted, and looked around.
At the same time, he said: "Who is going to get some live small prey?"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of figures quickly flashed out of the small valley from all directions.
In fact, it's not even a small valley.
At most it can be regarded as a narrow valley.
There are steep cliffs on both sides, and there are high mountains blocking it in the front and back.
Just like a slightly wider gap in the middle of a pile of steamed buns, on the winding route.
Life has always been a miracle. They can survive anywhere. Even in such a place that seems to never see the sun all year round, there are still trees like this growing.
These trees and weeds undergo various changes in order to adapt to the environment, climate and soil here.
The tree body is straight and the branches are upward, giving the whole tree a gathered shape. There is only one goal: to work hard to grow upward to welcome the sunshine.
But these sap...
It seems like a bait.
Because when the second drop of sap was about to form, a bee flew over.
It flapped its wings happily, excited to find such sweet food.
But it didn't pounce on the sap beads, but flew to a certain point on the circumferential line. It seems that it also knows that with its ability and size, it can't be too greedy.
However, it is useless not to be greedy.
Got stuck on it.
It flapped its wings desperately, trying to struggle away.
But the more it flutters, the more sap is stained on its wings.
Gradually, it lost strength and life.
After it stopped moving, Di Ying discovered that the sap there had reduced penetration.
There has even been a retraction phenomenon.
