Chapter 59 Sleepless

I praised it: "Vit's very good. However, his eyes swept and his tone suddenly turned, "One more thing, I want to lend you to your master for three days!"

His eyes suddenly flashed: "The old slave is stupid."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just remember that you can only have one master in three days from tomorrow! As long as these three days have passed," I looked at the hazy moonlight outside the window: "It's up to you. I will never say much."

"Your Highness, you are joking, the master of the old slave has always been the only one!" His tone is sincere and unusual.

"You know best whether I'm laughing or not!" I grasped him tightly: "And, look carefully. It's not the so-called Princess Chang'an standing in front of you now, but 'he's only daughter!"

Even if I am reluctant, I can only take advantage of this relationship.

I look at General Manager Qin, who looks like he is winning, but in fact, his heart is beating like thunder. What kind of person is General Manager Qin? A "hidden young master" identity is just a virtual position that can fud others, but it may not be able to threaten him.

After about one-third of the incense, his head finally tilted down slightly, and my heart suddenly relaxed.

"Your Highness, the old slave has a lot of trivial things tomorrow, and I can't pay attention to anything else. I hope you will take care of it more in the future. This is the promise.

"Don't worry, I'm in everything!" After making the promise, I immediately arranged a task for him: "Now you go and help me bring someone in first. Don't let others see it, including Yan Yun."

"But Weiyang is not blocked by you..."

"General Manager Qin, don't use this excuse to prevaricate me. There is nothing extraordinary. 'He' will send you here?"

He hesitated for a moment and said he had to leave.

When returning to the main hall, the hall was already filled with a strong medicinal fragrance and followed the smoke. Under the uncertain crane-shaped palace lamp, the copper kettle of decoction was rumbling, and the old man with crane-haired chicken skin squatted next to it with a beard and looked at the medicine attentively. Next to him was a young man in blue lying on his face, doting his head little by little. Sleep.

"Huang Yizheng."

"Your Highness." He saluted, looking at the teenager who was in a sweet dream, and smiled helplessly: "Please don't blame me, I'm used to being scattered."

"It's okay!" I stopped his desire to wake up the teenager: "Let him go. It's already late at night, and it's time for a working doctor."

"I dare not."

I sat by the emperor's uncle's bed and covered the mattress for him before turning to Huang Yizheng, seemingly chatting: "This child has followed you since childhood?"

"Yes. He is an orphan adopted by my minister. He has studied medicine with him since he was a child, and he is extremely honest. Therefore, please rest assured that this disciple is absolutely a reliable person. This medicine has only passed through his hands, and there is no fake hand to others, and there will be no trace of wind to the outside world!"

"Sneer..." I smiled softly: "The doctor is too careful, and I just said it casually. When will Your Majesty's medicine be better?"

"You still need half a column of incense. If you are tired, you might as well take a rest for a while!"

"Your Majesty, how can I still sleep." I sighed.

"You don't worry too much, Your Majesty is fine..."

"What is the disease of the emperor? I want to listen to the truth!"

Doctor Huang was being asserted by me. He was slightly stunned and said, "Your Highness, I have already broken it. The emperor is phlegm and blocked, and blood stasis..."

"Well, I know, you can safely decoct the medicine." I waved my hand impatiently.

The hall suddenly fell into a dead silence, and only a few light or heavy breathing sounds were heard.

Until the medicine was cooked, Dr. Huang was coming over with a tray. He said respectfully, "Your Highness, please help the emperor up so that I can serve the emperor with the medicine." I did as I said, sitting on the couch and holding the emperor's uncle's body from behind, but I felt that where I touched it, I was skinny and almost with my hands. I looked at him sadly, but at first glance, I frowned imperceptiblely and quickly stopped Dr. Huang Zheng, who was sending medicine to his mouth: "Wait, is he uncomfortable?"

"It's natural that Your Majesty is ill or unhappy."

"No, Taiban, this medicine is not to his taste. Go and change it."

"Your Highness, as the saying goes, good medicine is bitter..."

"Go to adjust it immediately!" I told him harshly.

"No." He sighed and had no choice but to exit the main hall, thinking of looking for the medicine box in the side compartment, but he might not come back for a moment, er, because when I just came in, I hid the medicine box.

"Sister."

As soon as he placed the emperor's uncle, he heard this soft call and quickly turned around. It was the invincible man. He stood under the shadow of the lamp and was obviously still the ugly appearance of the day. At this time, it seemed to make me feel very close. He grabbed him and his tough tone suddenly turned into nothing. I cried and pleaded: "Come on, help me quickly. Me, look at him!"

"Don't worry!" He patted me soothingly, and I leaned out of the way. He came forward and pressed the emperor's uncle's hand and began to diagnose his pulse.

Seeing that he leaned his left hand and changed his right hand, turned his eyelids, looked at the tongue coating, and finally even lay on the emperor's uncle and heard the chest. Time gradually passed, but he did not move, and his forehead was almost twisted into a Sichuan character.

I was already confused and couldn't help rushing up and asked, "His symptoms are not like a stroke. I still remember clearly that the stroke patient you saved on the way is not like this at all. How on earth is he? But is it serious?"

"Ayou, don't panic!"

"How can you not panic? He, if he... I dare not even think about it! No, he will be fine, but?" I incoherently grabbed the invincible forearm, hoping to find a positive answer from his face.

He avoided my gaze and stretched out his hand and touched my forehead: "Silly Ayou, there is no feast in the world, and no one can accompany anyone for the rest of his life."

"You mean..." I just felt my head buzzing.

"It's poison, and there's more than one."

"Killing Dragon Grass?" I saved the vicious Empress Dowager Xiaoci.

"No." Ming shook his head invinciblely: "There are three poisons. One should have been there more than ten years ago, but it has been suppressed with another poison, and this last poison has only recently been released."

"Can't it be solved if it's poison? Just like the drug in mine, isn't there a way? Isn't your brother's martial arts amazing?

"The so-called symptomatic medicine, the latter two poisons are easy to solve, but once you meet the poison king... Ayou, have you ever heard of the mandala in the Western Regions?"

I shook my head blankly.

"I have never seen the mandala in the Western Regions, which is rare in the world. It is said that its appearance is bright and beautiful, and its fragrance is overflowing. Unfortunately, such a wonderful flower is extremely poisonous and can be called the king of poison."

"He..."

"Your uncle was a mandala in the Western Regions more than a decade ago!" He shook his head with a sigh.

"But isn't he still living well?"

"The western mandala is a chronic medicine. In the early stage, it will make people whiter, their lips pale, and extremely afraid of cold. In the middle stage, people will have hallucinations and confusion, until they finally cough up blood and die of blood exhaustion. This process will take about three years.

"But he is fine." I repeated it unbelievablily.

"Listen to me, Ayou, the medicine for his treatment is quite smart. The man has found a strong poison that is compatible with the mandala in the Western Regions. It can be said that it can be poisoned, so it can delay him for many years. In fact, the most hateful thing is the recent poison, which was the most common crane top red, but it was a fatal dose, because it broke the balance previously maintained and stimulated the previous severe poison attack.

"That's exactly." The third person's voice suddenly sounded in the hall, and I looked at the young man in blue who should have slept soundly.

"I didn't order you..." Ming invincible also pointed at him in surprise.

"Did you click my hole?" The young man yawned contemptuously: "Have you ever heard that acupuncture points can swim around? I think how good you are to practice medicine, and that's not all. He shook his head and sighed, as if it were the arrogance of a young man.

"Don't you want to say that you gave this prescription?" Invincible flat mouth.

"It's just that I'm not here."

"Tut," Ming invincible looked disdainful: "Blowing without a draft, how old could you be at that time? Three years old? Five years old?"

"Five years old."

"Haha, a five-year-old child can still prescribe a prescription. I'm afraid he can only pee in his pants."

The teenager looked at him with contempt: "Do you think everyone is like you?" He walked to the bed, looked at the emperor's uncle's face, turned his head and said to the invincible, "Well, your internal force is yin? It's just right!"

He opened his eyes invinciblely: "Really you opened it?! Isn't that your master?"

"What do you do? There's a lot of nonsense, can't it be cured?"

I was so dizzy that I couldn't tell what they were talking about. I vaguely said indirectly: "Do you mean there is still salvation?"

"I can only suppress it first and look at it first. The situation is not very optimistic."

"Isn't it optimistic?" At this time, my mood was like I finally found a life-saving straw. Unexpectedly, I just got it, but I found that it was devastated and unbearable.

"Then when can he wake up?"

"Hm, it's not clear."

"Three days! He must wake up in three days!" I said in a voice that was almost commanding.

"...do your best."

"Ayou, you go out and wait first. We'll give you a needle. It's not convenient for you."

"No..."

"Go out and help me delay the master! Otherwise, I won't care."

So, I was pushed out by the two of them and leaned against the door frame. At that time, the night wind came to my face. After a thrill, I suddenly woke up.

The surface was suddenly slightly cool, and under the tentacles, it turned out to be a clear snowflake. Then he looked up and saw more and more crystals floating down. At the extreme of the eyes, the snow-colored flowers and fog melted, just like the day.

A faint sound of flute blew in the wind, empty and ethereal, profound and quiet, inexplicably with the magic of appeasing people's hearts. I followed the sound, but saw a man standing under the steps, holding his hands, a magnificent figure, and standing with his back to back.

seemed to feel my eyes. He stopped Xiao, turned around and whispered, "Your Highness."

I blinked: "It turned out to be you!"