Just as he was thinking about this, two maids folded the screen, one on the left and one on the right.
What came into view was a large vermilion bed with khaki bed curtains. The bed was very large. At this moment, the bed curtains were hanging down, and Su Yixin could vaguely see someone lying on the bed.
After entering the room, Zhao Jin took off the black scarf, bent down and saluted the person lying on the bed: "Xizhi has met the prince."
Nani.
The one lying on the bed is the famous Eight Kings?
It was so easy for her to meet the prince.
That is to say, the Eight Kings knew that they would come tonight.
Don't you mean the enemy camp?
Letting them in so confidently, I am not afraid that they will assassinate me or something.
Seeing Su Yixin standing there with no intention of being polite, Zhao Jin did not remind him. Strictly speaking, Su Yixin was considered an outsider.
People outside the country did not need to kneel down and worship. The Song Dynasty promoted Taoism and respected Taoist priests.
"You kid, you don't need to be polite."
The person lying on the bed coughed twice, and the maid who had just removed the screen immediately came forward, moved the bed curtains to both sides, and then used a golden hook to trap the string on the bed curtains, and looked at another capital letter. "eight".
The maid standing in front of the bed waited for the bed curtain to be finished before going to the bed and slowly helping the person sit up.
Su Yixin finally saw clearly the true appearance of the eight famous kings in the world.
After the Eighth King sat up, he placed his feet on the footrests and put his hands on his knees for support. His back was slightly hunched. His hair was originally tied up, but because he was lying on the bed, many hair strands were loose. Scattered down.
The Eight Kings in history seem to be fifty-seven years old now.
But at this time, his hair had grown all over, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his slightly cloudy eyes were extremely majestic.
He is indeed a prince who has been in a high position for a long time.
Zhao Jin stood up and said to the Eight Kings: "Your Majesty, this is the person from outside the country that Xi Zhi mentioned to you, Miss Su. Miss Su played an important role in searching for the spirit gathering and transfer array left by the Xixia people."
The Eight Kings looked at Su Yixin.
The look in his eyes became much kinder: "Miss Laosu is here to make this trip."
"Your Majesty, your words are serious."
When the Eighth King said these words, he had to take a breath: "Today, my chest feels tight and I can't sleep at night. I finally fall asleep. I also have nightmares one after another, which makes my body feel worse every day."
The Eighth King said bluntly: "I always feel that this is not an ordinary disease."
Just looking at this appearance, it does look like his days are numbered.
"What did the doctor say?"
The maid who had just helped the Eighth Prince heard this and said: "Mr. Xue said that the prince is suffering from worry. To help the prince worry less, he prescribed a prescription to soothe the nerves and help him sleep. Dr. Wang said that the prince is old." Gao, coupled with the old illness in his youth, he needs to rest, leaving behind a prescription to soothe the mind and replenish the energy. Doctor Zhu said..."
The average-looking woman in her twenties was articulate, had a good memory, and most importantly, had some sense of humor in her body.
Smile when you speak.
From this point of view, this Eighth King should be very kind to his servants, otherwise the people serving around him would not have such a relaxed look.
"Miss Su, do you want to take a pulse?"
"Then number one."
The Eight Kings are members of the royal family and are protected by dragon energy. Su Yixin is currently in the late stage of Jindan cultivation and cannot see the faces of the Eight Kings.
There was nothing visible on his face, so it was hard to tell whether he was really sick or whether he was in a deteriorating condition and bedridden due to other reasons.
The Eight Kings lay down again. The maid who had opened the door for them immediately brought a pulse pillow for diagnosing pulses and placed it under the Eight Kings' right wrist. Su Yixin calmed down, closed her eyes and began to feel the pulse.
The pulse is indeed relatively weak. At first glance, it is due to insufficient blood energy caused by old age, which in turn affects sleep.
The eight kings' internal organs are indeed declining, but it is not that serious. If they are taken care of carefully, they can still live for a few years, instead of looking like they are going to die at any time like now.
Judging from the overall pulse condition, there is indeed something fishy about it.
But for a while, Su Yixin was really not sure what was causing the Eight Kings' chest tightness and nightmares at night.
"Your Majesty, can I see this room?"
The Eighth King nodded slightly: "Yes."
After receiving permission, Su Yixin took out the Qiankun Glazed Mirror and began to carefully observe the layout of the room and all the furnishings that appeared in the room.
The room was so big that it took Su Yixin half an hour to finish reading it.
When she stood up again, she realized that the Eighth Prince had fallen asleep.
The guard who brought them in just now took Zhao Jin and Su Yixin out of the room, and then asked softly: "Miss Su, is there something wrong with this room?"
Su Yixin shook her head and looked at Zhao Jin, feeling hesitant for a moment.
Unexpectedly, the man in his early forties saw her and took the initiative to ask: "Miss Su, there is no need to worry. If you have anything to say, it doesn't matter."
Su Yixin glanced at Zhao Jin and saw him nodding, then she said, "Can you give me the drawings of the entire Eighth Prince's Palace?"
Zhao Jin asked: "Is this related to the illness of the Eight Kings?"
"Not sure yet."
Because she was not sure, Su Yixin hesitated just now.
"You two come with me."
The man dressed as a guard led Su Yixin and the two of them to the study room of the palace without any obstruction.
The guard guarding the door saluted respectfully when he saw this man, which made Su Yixin curious about the identity of the man leading the way.
What kind of identity does he have that allows him to freely enter and exit the palace's study?
Su Yixin became even more curious when the very familiar man gave her the layout of the palace in a box on the bookshelf.
Based on the history she is familiar with and what she learned from Gu Qingjue.
At this time, in the Eighth Prince's Mansion, apart from the son Zhao Yunliang who had been sent to the palace to be raised, there were only the third son Zhao Yundi and the fourth son Zhao Yunchu left.
But Zhao Yundi should be around thirty years old, and Zhao Yunchu is even younger, almost twenty.
So, who is this person?
Forget it, what the hell are you doing?
No matter who he is.
Just try your best to get this thing done. It's really beyond her ability, and there's nothing she can do to help.
After getting the layout plan of the palace, Su Yixin directly laid it out on the table next to her and looked at it carefully.
"Can you please give me the birth date of the prince again?"
As a prince, the birth date must be precious. Fortunately, she has some cultivation skills, so as long as she doesn't do any 'feat' that changes her destiny, it will be fine.
This time, the man hesitated a little.
Su Yixin explained: "I took my pulse just now, and the prince's pulse does not look like that of a dying person. If this happens, it is very likely that there is something incompatible. Only by knowing the birth date can we know in more detail."
