I just like the Prime Minister

Pei Wenyuan waited outside the palace for a long time before finally receiving the emperor's biography.

General Pei Shao didn't think there was anything wrong, only when there was trouble in the palace, the emperor must be too busy to touch the ground, and felt that it was a grace to wait until the transmission.

However, out of the beast-like intuition honed in the wilderness of Liaodong, General Pei keenly felt that something was wrong. After walking halfway, he realized where the problem was—the palace that led him the way. People's eyes are a bit weird, if strictly speaking, it seems to be looking at the adulterer □□ little boy...

General Pei Shao thought for a while, and felt that his face might be a little green - he had never suffered such a strange injustice through the ages.

Pei Wenyuan felt that this world of mortals was a little illusory, and he wished he could become a monk immediately to prove his innocence. After thinking about it, he felt that this was not a good idea—the kings of Dayu believed in the Dharma, and the current national teacher is a Taoist priest. Entering Buddhism is like slapping the emperor in the face.

Pei Wenyuan just entered the gate of the palace without a word, he didn't dare to look directly at Jun Yan, only dared to look at him secretly from the corner of his eye, and sure enough, he saw the emperor sitting on the throne like an eggplant beaten by frost, and glanced at the expressionless prime minister beside him , just now he forced himself to pile up a face of indifference and indifference: "The general is flat."

These four words are simply resounding.

If words can become steel nails, Pei Wenyuan felt that even though his body was covered with copper skin and iron bones, he would be pierced through by the words that popped out from between the emperor's teeth.

Li Chengzuo looked very peaceful sitting on the throne, narrowed his peach blossom eyes, glanced in the direction of the prime minister, curled his lips unobservably, and said in compromise: "Jiang Qing told me that before he entered the palace, The haste of leaving seems to have disturbed General Pei, General Pei's heart is to comfort the palace, I am very relieved, but I have other matters, it is inconvenient to discuss with the general in detail, general, please go back."

Pei Wenyuan: "..."

As expected of the emperor, Pei Wenyuan thought, there is only one thought expressed in such a gentle and caring tone—you are an eyesore, get out of here.

Pei Wenyuan felt that the fact that he discussed with Jiang Xizhu earlier to find an excuse to go back to Liaodong was redundant. At this moment, it seems that as long as the prime minister visits the manor twice more, the emperor will probably even prepare excuses and people to prepare Pei Wenyuan for him non-stop fuck off.

Pei Wenyuan has received a lot of malice since he returned to the capital. Now even the Khitan people have been sent away, but he is still idle in the capital. With the hat off, the capital couldn't stay any longer.

When Pei Wenyuan thought about it this way, it was a bit like breaking a can and smashing it. It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day. Today, I happened to be in the eyes of the emperor, so I might as well be more sensible and ask for the bed.

Pei Wenyuan made up his mind, knelt down and bowed under Li Chengzuo's gaze of "why don't you leave?"

It was as if God could not see that His Majesty the Emperor dismissed his love rival early, let alone that General Pei Wenyuan washed away his grievances so easily, and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty!" Please go back to Liaodong to garrison."

Pei Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, and belatedly realized that there were other people in the warm pavilion in the hall. Looking sideways, he found a gray-haired old man tremblingly coming out of it, kneeling in front of the emperor with a "plop".

Pei Wenyuan held back his astonishment and looked a few more times before he managed to recognize that the old man turned out to be the head of the Imperial Hospital—about three or four years ago, Pei Wenyuan's grandmother had been suffering from a cold for a long time. The head of the imperial hospital was treating Mrs. Pei, and Pei Wenyuan was serving illnesses in Beijing at that time, so he had a few encounters with the head of the imperial hospital.

But it's only been a few years since I've seen him, so why does the head of the hospital seem to be 40 or [-] years old out of thin air?Could it be that serving the new emperor is such a torture?

Pei Wenyuan felt a little weird.

The head of the Imperial Hospital knelt and did not dare to raise his head again: "Your Majesty, I am old and incompetent... The half-tree of 'Yellow Spring Grass' was served by the imperial concubine according to the law. Originally, the condition of the imperial concubine has improved, but something happened just now... The minister is guilty... Damn it."

Li Chengzuo couldn't sit still immediately: "What's going on? How could there be a change?! How is the imperial concubine now!"

The head of the hospital tremblingly considered his words: "The minister prepared the antidote for the noble concubine according to the ancient prescription. After taking the medicine, the noble concubine got better and barely woke up once. The minister quickly took the pulse and found that the imperial concubine had an unbalanced qi in her body... The minister thought The imperial concubine's qi does not return to the scriptures, so acupuncture and moxibustion are used to seal several of the imperial concubine's acupoints...I forgot that the imperial concubine is a martial artist...I deserve death..."

"Fool!" Although Li Chengzuo has always been as motionless as a mountain, he couldn't help being furious at this time, and the movement of getting up was unprecedentedly violent, and he didn't even notice that the newly served tea cup was pulled to the ground by his belt. "Is there anything wrong with the imperial concubine?" , prepare to drag your whole family to be buried with you! Someone! Take off his official uniform!"

Song Yingluo has practiced martial arts since she was a child. If she found herself poisoned, her first reaction would be to use her internal force to force out the poisonous blood. However, the wine bag and rice bag in the hospital actually sealed her acupoints with needles... What kind of blood does not return to the meridian... Just now Song Yingluo The mouthful of blood that Yingluo vomited was clearly insane!

He was extremely angry, but found that he had nothing to do except anger, so he could only stride towards the Nuan Pavilion.

Seeing that Li Chengzuo was furious, the palace people were all trembling. When he walked to the warm pavilion, someone had already lifted the warm curtain for him.

The light in the Nuan Pavilion was dim, and the little palace lady who had just grabbed Jiang Xizhu and cried was lying in front of Song Yingluo's bed at this time. She was crying subduedly, because she didn't dare to be heard, and her voice was almost contained in her abdomen. Now seeing Li Chengzuo lift the curtain As for entering, after all, he couldn't bear it any longer, ignored the rules before the imperial court, and walked over on his knees in a few steps.

"Your Majesty! Save her! I beg you, my servant, to save my young lady!" She knelt and kowtowed as she spoke, the sound of "bang bang" was endless, and Li Chengzuo felt pain for her in a daze, but he couldn't tell In other words, because when he raised his head, he could see Song Yingluo between the beds.

I am afraid that Concubine Song has never been so weak and quiet in her life. She has always been a bright and beautiful person, as beautiful as a rose in full bloom. A kind of dejected death--this death is so oppressive of human nature that Li Chengzuo didn't even recognize her when he suddenly saw her.

Li Chengzuo came aggressively, and the room fell to his knees, except for the little maid who was still crying and kowtowing, no one dared to make any more noise.

Li Chengzuo took two steps forward and then two steps back in place. He wanted to say something, but found that all words seemed lacking at this moment. Not a bright road.

He disregarded the people in the palace, walked to Song Yingluo's bed in two steps, supported Song Yingluo who was lifeless on the bed with one hand, touched several acupuncture points on her body, felt her pulse, and made sure that the meridians on her body had been activated. Unobstructed, he put her into a sitting position, turned around behind her, and was about to infuse her with inner breath, but someone came in behind the curtain: "Your Majesty, no!"

This person seemed to know what he was going to do, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Your Majesty! I have always been in the army with my father. There is a cure for the imperial concubine's illness. Please give it a try."

Li Chengzuo turned his head and found two people at the door, one in front and one behind.

The former was Jiang Xizhu who followed him anxiously and lifted the curtain to come in, while the latter stood outside the Nuan Pavilion, cautiously not daring to enter, but it was Pei Wenyuan who he wanted to send away early just now.

Li Chengzuo was silent for a while, everyone thought he was thinking about it, only he knew that he was in a panic, but after all, under the trembling or anxious eyes of the crowd, he put on a look of innocence: "Others step back, Jiang Xiang and General Pei come in! And you...you stay and serve your noble concubine!"

What Li Chengzuo was referring to was the little maid who knelt and kowtowed.

Those who were pointed out should claim to be, those who stayed stayed, and those who retreated did not dare to delay, and ran away quickly.

After dismissing all the palace people, Li Chengzuo felt that he had regained his sanity a little bit: "What can the general do?"

It was an emergency, and his sudden amiability didn't seem to be a slap in the face at all.

At this time, Pei Wenyuan finally ignored Li Chengzuo's capricious attitude, and with the attitude of saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, he said sincerely: "Your Majesty, when I was outside the Great Wall, I saw a barbarian witch doctor heal a Jianghu person. The symptoms are exactly the same as those of the imperial concubine..." He hesitated for a while, seeing no outsiders around, but still cautiously whispered, "It's because after being poisoned, I couldn't force the poison with internal force, so I went crazy."

Li Chengzuo nodded, acquiesced.

Pei Wenyuan looked at his words and said: "Your Majesty, this method is indeed effective, but it is dangerous... Out of curiosity, I once asked the witch doctor about the source of this method. The witch doctor said that this method was created by a martial artist from the Central Plains when he traveled to Liaodong a hundred years ago. From the Central Plains medicine."

Li Chengzuo understood what Pei Wenyuan meant—he meant that this method was not a trick of quacks, but that it was true. He weighed it in his heart and asked, "What method?"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Pei Wenyuan stopped talking about him: "Bleeding."

Li Chengzuo paused immediately.

Before he could think of words in his mind, he heard Jiang Xizhu who was on the side just now suddenly say: "What's the name of the hero who taught the witch doctor this method?"

Pei Wenyuan was a little inexplicable. I don't know why Jiang Xizhu said this, but his face was firm, and he said: "It seems... surnamed Gu?"

Li Chengzuo was taken aback, and he and Jiang Xizhu looked at each other, both of them understood each other's meaning.

Li Chengzuo closed his eyes, then opened them again, the panic in his eyes was completely gone.

"Come on." He said to Pei Wenyuan, "Knowing that his method saved or killed him, I'm afraid this fool will be happy no matter what."

The author has something to say: Author: I respectfully ask the noble concubine to lie down for another chapter... I promise to wake up in the next chapter...

Song Yingluo: ...Liar!