"Miss Yue'er, we're here."
"Um."
Get off Xihe and enter Xiangguo Temple.
The dusk was deep, and the entire Xiangguo Temple was shrouded in clouds and mist. Xihe glanced at the gatekeeper as he passed by, his face was ordinary, the kind that would be hard to remember if thrown into a crowd.
The monk bent slightly and clasped his hands together: "Donor Jiang."
Xihe: ...Song Mo's skills are indeed extraordinary.
Along the way, the two of them bypassed the patrol guards and entered the prince's room easily.
There was a candle burning on the table, the chamberlain was sleeping on the chair, the prince had his hands on his sides, his eyes closed tightly, and there was a strong smell of medicine lingering in the whole room.
Xiaowu looked at Xihe: "Miss Yue'er..."
Xihe walked over and frowned unconsciously at first glance. His complexion was sallow and withered, and his cheek bones were extremely protruding... The prince was a dignified prince, but he had turned into this appearance in a short period of time.
Xiao Wu's heart suddenly rose: "Miss Yue'er, is the prince okay?"
Xihe shook his head, put his hand on the prince's pulse point and closed his eyes for diagnosis. After a moment, he opened his eyes, took out the prepared silver needle and started to apply the acupuncture. Xiaowu stood aside and did not dare to express his anger.
The room was quiet, and the footsteps of patrol guards could be heard from time to time not far away.
After an unknown amount of time, Xihe carefully removed the silver needle. Xiao Wu immediately stepped forward and closed the prince's clothes. Xihe walked to the table and scrawled a prescription: "Take it with a medicinal bath for three days."
Xiao Wu immediately asked: "What about three days later?"
Xihe raised his head and glanced at him, saying, "If you can't recover in three days, let your master prepare mourning clothes."
Xiao Wu's eyes widened immediately, as if he was shocked and speechless. A smile flashed in Xihe's eyes. He turned to look at the prince who was still motionless, and walked towards the door: "Go back."
Xiao Wu held the prescription in his arms and hurried to follow.
For three days in a row, Xihe secretly went out to treat the prince. I don’t know what Song Mo did. The prince’s condition had changed so drastically, but there was no news at all.
After administering the acupuncture that day, Xihe stood up and stepped away.
Xiaowu stepped forward and closed the prince's clothes: "Miss Yue'er, three days have come. How is the prince? Is he recovered? How long will it take? You..."
puff!
The person lying on the bed suddenly sat up and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Xiao Wu was shocked.
The prince, who was so thin that he was out of shape, glanced at him, then fell on the bed with a bang, and passed out again.
Xiao Wu reacted and rushed forward in a hurry: "Prince!"
"Miss Yue'er, what's going on? Why, why did you suddenly vomit blood? This, this..." His face turned pale in panic.
Xihe walked over calmly and said: "Well, once the congestion is vomited out, the next step is to nurse him back to health."
In view of the fact that the prince was severely tortured and that he needed to wake up as soon as possible to stabilize the situation in the court, Xihe used all the medicine of tiger and wolf to make him react in just three days.
As for whether there will be any physical sequelae?
If it weren't for her, he would have died this time. It would be better to be weaker than to die completely.
Xihe left a prescription for recuperation. Xiaowu didn't understand it and was extremely excited. He muttered, "Miss Yue'er, you are a miracle doctor in this world" and so on, and then he sent her home.
In the past few days, Xihe was busy at night and sleeping during the day, so his schedule was reversed day and night.
Mr. Jiang was so angry that he wanted to drag her out, but he could only give up when he saw that she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes and could even sleep after eating.
Xihe had a good rest.
After that, she rested for a few days and began to leave early and come home late again.
Mr. Jiang:? ? ?
I can’t control it anymore, I can’t control it anymore, let it go.
On Song Mo's side, his legs had finally reached the stage of formal treatment after initial cultivation, so Xihe went to treat his legs every day, eat and drink, and inquire about news.
"The prince has woken up and is gradually recovering."
"oh."
"His Majesty sent a decree, ordering him to return to the palace as soon as possible to manage his affairs. The ministers all petitioned your Majesty to give the prince some time to recuperate... Yesterday, another batch of broken porcelain was cleared out of the palace."
Xihe: "..."
The hand twisting the sweet-scented osmanthus cake paused, speechless.
This emperor is also a strange person. In the past, when the prince was in good health, he took great precautions and refused to let him participate in politics. He was not allowed to participate in politics until the ministers couldn't stand it anymore and then reluctantly gave him some small tasks. However, now that the prince's health needs to be recuperated, he has begun to delegate power. .
This operation made it clear that he wanted to tire the prince out.
Xihe remembered the accusations made by the original owner in his previous life and asked: "Besides the former dynasty, what about the harem? Is there any news about it?"
Let's create a demon concubine who will bring disaster to the country as soon as possible, just to distract the emperor's attention.
The prince was already dead when the original owner entered the palace in his previous life. The new prince was still a child and had no sense of existence. The other princes regarded each other as enemies and fought fiercely. The ministers in the court were also greedy and formed cliques. There are gangs and chaos.
Some ministers who serve the country and the people are either still struggling or retired early.
In the end, those who struggled hard either died in the struggle between the princes, or were instigated by the original owner and imprisoned on various charges. Only those ministers who left early ended up with a barely better ending.
But the mountains and rivers are broken, no matter how good it is, how can it be better?
Xihe thought about it, if it didn't work, he could just kill the emperor with a bowl of medicine. Why go to all this trouble... Huh? Why didn't she think of it before?
Xihe's eyes lit up.
Song Mo: "...Why are you looking at me like this?"
Xihe looked around, pulled a chair forward, and whispered: "What do you think, we just kill him?"
Song Mo: "..."
Looking at her sparkling eyes, I didn't know what to say for a moment. I could only sigh, this girl is really brave!
But the more Xihe thought about it, the more feasible it became.
Anyway, the prince already has a prince, and he can directly succeed the emperor as soon as he dies. What can he do when the time comes?
Crack down on corrupt officials, establish new regulations, place ministers who do practical things for the country and the people in important positions, and finally train the army to fight against the enemy... He was hit on the head with a book.
Song Mo directly interrupted her unbridled thought: "No!"
Xihe covered his head, unconvinced: "Why not?"
Song Mo glanced at her and said helplessly: "His Majesty is heavily guarded, and his every move is watched by his servants. It is not easy to kill him, and his sudden death will definitely cause an uproar, which is not good for the current situation."
More importantly, isn't she afraid of being liquidated by the prince?
No lord wanted to see someone around him who could kill him at any time. Even when he was rescuing the prince, he did so secretly and made sure not to cause trouble to the Song family.
Xihe felt that he was timid: "What's the disadvantage?"
"It was not like this when the late emperor was alive. The world was clear and clear, the seas and rivers were clear, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and all the officials were dedicated to serving the people. Look at it now!"
"Officials form cliques for personal gain, the people are selling their sons and daughters everywhere, and the people are struggling to make a living. The emperor is also carrying out large-scale construction projects and building palaces everywhere. With this situation, where will the food and weapons come from in a war? Are the soldiers going to fight on an empty stomach? I think he is dead. .”
Song Mo hit the nail on the head: "You are worried about Song Yu."
Xihe was instantly stuck.
