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As soon as Xia Yu was sent away, Xia Hong asked the imperial physician Shu, who had just given him acupuncture, to leave the palace.

The purpose of letting him leave the palace was not mentioned. Xia Hong just wanted him to leave the palace to have some fun so that he could think of a good way to cure his illness.

Taking out a rusty silver hairpin from the secret compartment of the dragon bed, Xia Hong sat on the dragon bed with gauze paper in his hand and polished it over and over again until it was smooth.

The more he polished it, the crazier the fire in Xia Hong's eyes became, and the hotter the blood in his heart became.

However, the arc of Xia Hong's mouth remained slightly curved: "I have heard that the tiger that swallowed Xia Ling was raised by Eunuch Lin himself?"

This is something that everyone knows, so it is natural to answer: "Yes, yes, yes, the tiger was taken by Lord Shen himself from Eunuch Lin."

"I also heard that before Xia Ling died, he threatened that Wang Heng would rebel and seize my kingdom and give it to the late emperor's lineage."

All the servants in the hall knelt on the ground, and the sound of kowtow continued to ring out: "I have never heard of such rumors. Lord Shen is loyal and courageous, and he will never rebel."

"Oh?" The ending tone rose, and a sweet and fishy taste appeared in his mouth again: "Is Wang Heng really that good?"

Everyone said in unison, with firm words: "There is no one in the world more loyal to the emperor than Lord Shen."

The blood in his mouth surged again, and blood flowed out from the corners of Xia Hong's mouth.

The chief eunuch hurriedly had Xia Hong lifted from the dragon throne into a wooden barrel, and began pouring bucket after bucket of ice water into the barrel.

Xia Hong was shivering from the cold, and the heat coming from his heart continued to spread.

Xia Hong's body and blood are moving towards two extremes.

The extreme cold is harmful to the body, but the heat in the heart is hard to dissipate, which will cause Xia Hong to die of blood loss.

Even though he was in extreme pain, Xia Hong never stopped polishing the silver hairpin.

Even his thoughts did not stop for a moment.

The commander-in-chief in front of the emperor is now under the control of Shen Jinmo.

The former leader of the Dark Guard Division, Sui Yi, died tragically, and now the Dark Guard Division is also under the control of Shen Jinmo.

Waving at the chief eunuch, Xia Hong held two white porcelain bottles in his hands and said, "You two take these two porcelain bottles to the people who take care of Pingnan and Changsao's daily life and food."

The person who was called hurriedly stood up and accepted the order, then retreated out of the hall with the porcelain bottle.

"slow."

Everyone inside and outside the palace still obeyed his orders.

If anything he said conflicted with Shen Jinmo for even a moment, these people would treat it as a formidable enemy and would not dare to say anything bad about Shen Jinmo.

If he asked these people to take Shen Jinmo's head, they would rather die in this palace than hurt Shen Jinmo in the slightest.

Xia Hong was thinking about how he could fight his way out of the cage woven by Shen Jinmo.

He doesn't want to die.

He is the emperor. Everyone can die, but he must live long, long, long live.

As soon as the words of interception fell, the two men knelt down in front of Xia Hong again, trembling.

Xia Hong raised his hand, and the chief eunuch took back the two porcelain bottles. After helping Xia Hong change his clothes, he quickly led the palace servants out of the bedroom.

Doctor Shu, who had gone around the outside of the palace on Xia Hong's orders, was hit hard on the head when he returned to the Golden Palace.

A basin of cold water was poured over his head. When Doctor Shu struggled to open his eyes, he found himself in an extremely vast and magnificent dark place.

There was a melodious sound of water and a chilly air. Doctor Shu looked in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw a person in bright yellow pajamas soaking in a wooden barrel. His lips, which were rosy a few days ago, were now shivering and white due to the cold.

Doctor Shu had searched through all the medical books in the world, but still could not find any poison that could cure Xia Hong's current condition.

It was not until Xia Hong vomited blood and the ice and snow were able to suppress his heart fire that Doctor Shu realized that Xia Hong was not poisoned but poisoned.

This Gu was not developed to harm people, but to save people.

If a person who is weak and exhausted and has not much time left, takes this poison, he will be able to fulfill his unfulfilled wishes in the healthiest state of his life.

The price is the consumption of lifespan.

The insect has no ability to judge whether the host's body is healthy. It only knows to tighten every string to the extreme to make the host younger day by day.

However, once the host becomes angry, the internal fire surges, and the poisonous insects flee in all directions, they will torture the host to the point of boiling qi and blood, making life worse than death.

The only way to save it is to use cold things to slow down the circulation of meridians and induce the insect to calm down.

Unfortunately, their king has become more and more agitated and irritable in recent days.

Countless bone-crushing pains will be waiting for Xia Hong every day of his life in the future.

The bell beside the wooden barrel rang, and two men in secret guard uniforms walked up to Xia Hong and helped him change into clean and refreshing clothes in a very methodical manner.

The glass lamps were lit one by one, and the appearance of this dark place was fully revealed before Doctor Shu's eyes.

This is not a secret room, but an underground palace.

A place that allows the people within this underground palace to be self-sufficient and never have to step out of the dark realm in their entire lives.

Xia Hong sat on the dragon-headed chair and pulled Doctor Shu back from his trance: "Tell me, what did you hear when you left the palace today?"

"The painting of Marquis Wu'an being tortured by the court painter has been spread all over the Divine Capital. Now the Imperial Guards are leading the guards to suppress the riot."

Xia Hong was drinking tea made with ice water from a white jade-handled teapot, and was not moved by these words.

He had anticipated this kind of riot.

If Shen Jinmo were available now, a mere riot wouldn't cause any trouble.

"anything else?"

Doctor Shu hesitated for a moment and said, "These are all I saw, nothing else."

Xia Hong threw a silver hairpin in front of Doctor Shu: "Everyone thinks that the Medical Saint is dead, but in fact I hid her away. Otherwise, how could I let you take care of my body?"

Upon hearing this, Doctor Shu suddenly looked up, and seeing Xia Hong's confident look, he quickly crawled to the corner and held the silver hairpin in his hand.

With the help of the lamplight, he could clearly see every pattern on the silver hairpin. Doctor Shu moved the hairpin's hand tremblingly to the place closest to his heart.

Tears fell like rain, and the sobbing made the heart that had been silent for years begin to awaken.

"Lou'er... Where is Lou'er? Can I... Can I go to see her?"

Xia Hong watched Doctor Shu in such a state of embarrassment: "I have been lobbying and consoling her for years, and now she is about to forgive you, but you betrayed me. Do you think I will let you two get married?"

In a hurry, Doctor Shu kowtowed and explained: "I have never betrayed you. I have never betrayed you for a moment."

Doctor Shu had never done anything for Zhong Yuanyuan or Shen Jinmo. The only thing he had missed in his life when taking a pulse was the one with Han Zhou.

But he secretly checked Han Zhou's pulse later and found that Han Zhou was indeed dead.

Doctor Shu's mind was shaken, and he suddenly remembered an event in the past.

Xia Yu’s life experience was the biggest lie he had ever told in his life.

"I remembered?"

He stood up and walked to Doctor Shu: "Then let's talk nicely. If you can make me happy, I can still allow you to meet the Medical Saint."