The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

The imperial doctors were behind.

The queen sat on the ground motionless, her eyes fixed on the void.

I dare not look at the bed.

It seemed that as long as she didn't look there, her son was still alive, just a little sleepy like usual.

The maidservants and palace servants who were waiting on her wanted to help her up, but she waved them away, "Don't touch me! I'll sit for a while... Qing'er will wake up soon... Qing'er loves her mother and will wake up to comfort me. I'll wait for Qing'er to comfort me..."

Emperor Hong Jing was standing on the side and needed the support of those around him to stand steadily. The emperor, who rarely lost his composure in front of others, now had red eyes.

He wanted to curse and roar, but he couldn't utter a word. His neck felt like something was strangling him and he couldn't even breathe.

Cui Jing supported the emperor and advised in a trembling voice, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. The prince is a lucky man and will be able to recover! Your Majesty's health is the most important!"

Emperor Hong Jing twitched the corner of his lips.

Good luck comes to those who are blessed.

A self-deceiving statement.

If there really was a blessing from heaven, why would Qing'er wait so long for the ancient star to come?

His son is only nine years old! He is gifted, intelligent, kind and virtuous!

If God is merciful, you will become a wise ruler in the future!

But he had been suffering from illness since he was born and had been bedridden for eight years!

Why!

The imperial physician turned around at this moment, knelt on the ground with both knees thumping, not daring to look up at the emperor and empress's expressions, his whole body was cold, "Your Majesty, Empress, I am incapable--"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" The Queen looked at him fiercely, her eyes red and she looked crazy. "Yu Heng, who told you to stop? What are you doing? You are the chief physician! The best doctor in the entire Imperial Hospital! Get up, get up, I order you to continue treating the prince! Do you hear me! Ah, ah!!"

Yu Heng closed his eyes, prostrated himself on the ground, and choked up, "Your Majesty, please punish me!"

This time, there was really nothing he could do.

The prince's heart had turned cold and he was powerless to change the situation.

Emperor Hong Jing staggered and would not have been able to stand if someone hadn't supported him.

At this moment, someone outside Fengyi Palace shouted and rushed in, "Your Majesty! Queen! Lord Yu! There's a letter, there's a letter! There's also a medicine box with the letter! The prince can be saved, he can be saved!"

The people who were kneeling on the ground in the inner hall suddenly raised their heads.

Emperor Hong Jing didn't even care about his manners. He rushed forward, snatched the letter from the doctor who ran in, unfolded it, and read it at a glance. "We have found the trace of Gu Xing and have set out to look for him. If the prince is seriously ill, the pills in the medicine box can be used for emergency treatment. In addition, we were lucky to find the rare medicine Baixiangcao in Yuxi Village. Boil two liang of it into half a bowl of tea. Drinking it may temporarily replace the effect of Gu Xing. Ask Yu Heng, the mediocre doctor, to diagnose and give us feedback."

The queen used her hands and feet to get up from the ground, snatched the square medicine box that was still in the doctor's hand, threw away the lid, staggered to the bedside, picked up the small jade bottle in the box, poured out a pill and stuffed it into her son's mouth.

After taking the medicine, he lay motionless beside the bed, staring at the corner of the boy's mouth, his eyes wide open without blinking, his tightly curled fingers twitching and shaking.

At this time, Yu Heng, as an imperial physician, did not care about the etiquette of a minister or any disturbance. He stepped forward and opened the prince's mouth to check. The pill that had entered his mouth had already dissolved, and strangely, not a drop had spilled out.

What's worse, the prince's pupils, which had been dull and scattered, slowly returned to their normal position!

"It works..." He was overjoyed and almost incoherent with excitement, "Your Majesty, Queen, I will continue to use acupuncture to keep the prince's energy flowing! It can only hold him for a moment. Order someone to make tea with the Hundred-Angle Herb immediately!"

Although my senior brother has an eccentric personality, he never jokes or tells lies when it comes to medicine!

Since he said that Baixiangcao can replace Guxing, he must have been extremely sure before he said it!

Emperor Hong Jing roared, "Someone, go make some tea!"

Cui Jing took the medicine box like a treasure and said, "Your Majesty, I will go and make the tea myself. I will serve it to you in a moment!"

The herbs in the medicine box still look fresh, as if they were just picked from the ground.

The ability to preserve herbs alone is amazing!

Lord Yu’s senior brother is a miracle doctor!

Cui Jing exclaimed in his heart and didn't think any more about it. The most urgent thing was to make tea!

This is the last hope for the prince to turn danger into safety. He won't trust anyone to do this, so he has to do it himself!

There is a small kitchen in Fengyi Hall.

For a quarter of an hour, Fengyi Palace was completely silent. Apart from the sound of each other's breathing, there was no other sound.

No one present had ever felt that a quarter of an hour could be so long.

Beads of sweat kept oozing out of Yu Heng's forehead. When they were about to drip, a palace maid would immediately wipe them away to avoid disturbing his treatment of the prince.

Yu Heng himself did not dare to be distracted for a moment. The current situation was equivalent to snatching someone from the hands of the King of Hell.

Whether the prince's life can be saved depends on whether he can delay time for a moment so that the prince can wait until he drinks the Baixiang Tea!

It was also thanks to his senior brother's first aid pills, otherwise he would not have dared to be so careless.

Time passes little by little.

During this period, the queen always lay beside the bed, staring at the child lying in front of her.

His hair was disheveled and his clothes were untidy, but he didn't care at all.

Until footsteps sounded outside the palace, Cui Jing's shrill voice with excitement came from outside, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Baixiang Tea is ready! It's ready, not past the time!"

The emperor and the empress then both reacted and looked over there at the same time, with light flashing violently in their eyes.

Cui Jing walked quickly into the inner hall. "Two taels of herbs should be boiled for half a bowl of tea, no more, no less. The tea is hot, so you need to scoop it with a small spoon and let it cool down before feeding it. I am the most adept at serving people. Your Majesty, Queen, please let me feed the prince tea?"

The queen moved away and made room beside the bed.

She wanted to feed Qing'er with her own hands, but her hands were shaking so badly that she was afraid she couldn't hold the bowl or the spoon. If the tea spilled, Qing'er wouldn't be able to wait for the second bowl.

The young boy on the bed had his eyes closed, but his breathing was as weak as a thread, and the deathly look on his face had not subsided.

The emergency pills he was fed could only give him a short break, but without follow-up treatment, the outcome could not be changed.

Cui Jing and Nanny Du, who served the Queen, worked together to feed the prince medicine, while Yu Heng helped the prince swallow it.

Light green tea, one spoonful, one spoonful, and another spoonful... The unconscious boy swallowed it unconsciously.

Occasionally, blood leaked out from the corners of his mouth, and Nanny Du would immediately wipe it clean for him.

Half a bowl of tea is not much, but it took a full moment to feed him all of it.

During this period, everyone's heart was hanging in the air, until the blue and white porcelain bowl was empty, everyone finally let out the breath they had been holding.

After observing the prince's pupils and listening to his pulse again, Yu Heng relaxed and his eyes filled with tears. "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The Hundred-Angel Grass has taken effect! The prince's pulse is still weak, but it has returned to a slow beat. His heart is warm again and I can feel his heartbeat! The prince has survived this crisis! Right now, the prince is tired and fell asleep. He will wake up when he has a good sleep!"

"I've made it through, I've made it through, good, good!" Emperor Hong Jing staggered slightly, nodded, nodded again, turned his head and quickly wiped away the water stains from the corners of his eyes.

The queen's eyes were dazed, she looked around mechanically, her mouth opened and closed, and it took a while for her eyes to focus again.

The next moment, tears fell like rain.

Afraid of disturbing the sleeping child, she cried silently.

The imperial physicians, eunuchs, and palace maids all stood silently around, also shedding tears of joy.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there is still some Baixiangcao left in the medicine box, but there is not much left. Since this miraculous medicine is effective for the prince's illness, I think the more the better!"

After the queen calmed down and regained her rationality, she immediately made a decision after hearing what was said, "The letter said that the Hundred-Angel Grass was obtained from Yuxi Village, and now that miracle doctor has gone into the mountains to look for medicine, we don't know when he will come back. Qing'er's condition cannot wait, Your Majesty, I want to take Qing'er to Yuxi Village!"