Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

Li Yuanjing held Shen Wei's fair hand.

He was willing to lower himself to accommodate Shen Wei, so he said in a gentle tone: "Weiwei, from now on--"

Before he finished speaking, Li Yuanjing's dark eyes suddenly locked onto Shen Wei's face.

He noticed that there was a strange black and purple color at the corners of Shen Wei's pale mouth.

Li Yuanjing touched the purple corner of Shen Wei's lips, and seemed to realize something. He hurriedly tore off the white bandage on Shen Wei's right arm.

wow-

The bloody white cloth was torn.

A shallow wound was revealed.

The wound was very small, only as long as the little finger. The wound was very shallow, only scratching the skin. But at this time, the small wound had not healed, and the wound was dark purple.

Shen Wei didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter. She frowned and was still angry: "Your Majesty, why did you tear open the bandage..."

Shen Wei suddenly felt dizzy.

My throat was in great pain and I vomited a mouthful of black blood.

Unconscious in Li Yuanjing's arms.

Li Yuanjing's hands and feet turned cold instantly, and a cold murderous intent surged from his heart. He hugged the poisoned and unconscious Shen Wei and said sternly: "Call the imperial physician, where is the imperial physician? He hasn't come yet!"

There was chaos and disorder in Yongning Palace.

The most experienced doctors from the Imperial Hospital came running in panic. Dark clouds covered the sky above the Yongning Palace, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

In the sleeping hall.

Shen Wei closed her eyes and fell into a coma. Her face, which was full of life, turned pale and deathly pale. The old doctor felt Shen Wei's pulse with shaking hands and used a silver needle to probe the black blood in the wound.

After a while, the old doctor said tremblingly: "Reply, reply to the emperor. The imperial concubine seems to have been poisoned by a strong poison. I am not a good doctor and I can't find out what the poison is. I can only use medicine to slightly alleviate the spread of the poison..."

Other imperial doctors were also unable to find out what poison Shen Wei had been poisoned with.

Li Yuanjing's face was icy cold: "If you can't cure the imperial concubine, I will let the entire Imperial Hospital be buried with you."

The imperial doctors knelt on the ground in a crowd, silent as a mouse.

Li Yuanjing held Shen Wei's cold hand and asked coldly, "Where is Mo Xun?"

Cai Lian said with red eyes: "Your Majesty, I went to the Female Medical Office to ask, and Doctor Mo took a half-month leave to farm and bought good land by Luoyue Lake to grow medicinal herbs."

Li Yuanjing: "Someone, bring Mo Xun back to me!"

The tiger guard dodged away.

Shen Wei was still unconscious, her face was increasingly bruised by the poison, and her pulse and breath were getting weaker and weaker. Li Yuanjing was guarding the bed, and he felt as if his heart was being pressed down by a huge rock, and it was painful.

Just an incense stick ago, Shen Wei was still standing in front of him, talking to him.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Wei was already terminally ill.

Li Yuanjing hadn't suffered this much for a long time. The last time his heart felt this bad was when his brother passed away. As time passed, the image of his sickly brother lying in bed overlapped with the dying Shen Wei in front of him.

Cutting out his heart and flesh.

The bead curtain rustled, and a tiger guard who was investigating the situation reported from outside the bead curtain: "Your Majesty, we have already investigated the nunnery. The assassin Xie Fanghua has lived in the nunnery for a long time and often stays alone. Xie Fanghua lurked on the official road this morning and carried out the assassination."

"Poison powder was found in Xie Fanghua's residence, but no antidote was found."

Xie Fanghua committed suicide on the spot.

No one knew where she got the poison, and no one knew the antidote.

Li Yuanjing closed his eyes.

He felt infinite regret. If he had not been in a cold war with Shen Wei, perhaps the disaster today would not have happened.

It was already dark outside the window. Insects chirped in the yard on a spring night, and the moonlight was as white as the white cloth in a funeral hall. Dr. Mo Xunmo, who was farming outside, was brought back by the tiger guards.

Mo Xun was wearing peasant clothes, with a gray headscarf wrapped around her hair, and her hands and feet were still stained with mud from the fields. She brushed the dirt off her hands, not bothering to tidy up her messy hair, and rushed into the bedroom: "Let me take a look!"

Shen Wei's situation is terrible.

The pulse is weak.

The breath is dying.

Mo Xun felt Shen Wei's pulse, his expression gradually becoming serious. Mo Xun quickly took out the silver needle bag he carried with him and placed the silver needles on important meridians to prevent the spread of the toxin.

Mo Xun quickly wrote a prescription and called Cai Lian and Cai Ping over: "Two sisters, hurry up and get the medicine. Whether your master can survive tonight depends entirely on taking this medicine."

Cailian and Caiping went out in a hurry.

Mo Xun took back the silver needle.

Li Yuanjing asked: "How is Weiwei?"

Mo Xun glanced at him and said sarcastically, "In the past month, Emperor Qing has been alienating and neglecting the Imperial Concubine. I thought you didn't care about the Imperial Concubine."

Li Yuanjing said coldly: "Let's talk about business."

Mo Xun shrugged and stretched his sore wrist. "The poison on the blade is a deadly poison in the martial arts world, called [鸩羽千夜]. It spreads in the blood and flows through the body, and will definitely kill you within twelve hours. This poison has not appeared in the martial arts world for at least fifty years. The imperial concubine is unlucky to have encountered it."

Li Yuanjing's thin lips turned pale. He asked, "You are a miraculous doctor, can you save Weiwei?"

Mo Xun said: "Of course I can. I am the best doctor in the world. It's just a minor poison. Take the antidote and the disease will be cured. But it takes at least half a year to make an antidote. The imperial concubine's fragile body can't wait for half a year."

Li Yuanjing's black eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Mo Xun's body froze, filled with such a terrifying murderous aura.

Mo Xun had a hunch that if she couldn't cure Shen Wei, Li Yuanjing would tear her apart on the spot.

Mo Xun curled his lips and continued, "In the early years, I traveled all over the place to collect medicinal herbs and worked hard to develop three detoxification pills. I have great magical powers, and the detoxification pills are useless if I carry them with me. Once, I met a little girl named Sun Qingmei while traveling. I felt sorry for her because she had no parents, so I gave her the three detoxification pills."

"That Miss Sun is quite capable. She is now a female general in Liangzhou City. The border is constantly in war, so she must have brought the detoxification pill with her. Your Majesty, please summon her to send the detoxification pill back to Yanjing City."

Li Yuanjing had heard that Sun Qingmei had the detoxification pill.

A few years ago, during a hunting trip in Dongshan, Sun Qingmei gave Princess Zhaoyang an antidote pill. This antidote pill was used by Zhaoyang to treat the Emperor of Yue State who was disguised as a woodcutter, which led to their marriage.

Li Yuanjing quickly calculated the distance from Yanjing City to Liangzhou.

Nearly four thousand miles.

There were more than a thousand post stations along the way, and it would take at least half a month to deliver the message and return to Beijing by using the Ferghana horses.

Li Yuanjing said: "I will summon Sun Qingmei back to the capital immediately. You should think of a way to delay the onset of the poison."

Mo Xun sighed, his face showing sadness: "I understand. But things are unpredictable, so I'd better ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to prepare funeral supplies early in case of emergency."

not much hope.

There was a noise outside the house. Cai Lian and Cai Ping were very efficient and hurriedly brought the herbs back to Yongning Palace. Mo Xun got up and left the bedroom, ready to personally guide the palace servants to boil the medicine.

Mo Xun lifted the gorgeous pearl curtain, and glanced at Shen Wei, who was "poisoned and unconscious", and then at Li Yuanjing's anxious tall back. The emperor of Qing, who used to be high and mighty, now looked like an ordinary man who was about to lose his beloved.

Mo Xun sighed.

He walked away at a leisurely pace.