Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

After Li Jing left, Wu Yi acted as if nothing had happened, picked up the scroll at hand again, and read it carefully in front of the bright moonlight.

No one noticed that he had already hidden a small medicine bottle in his cuff.

The guard guarded the door in fear for half an hour. It was not until Wu Yi put down the scroll in his hand and lay down to rest that he let go of his doubts and went to rest, rubbing his slanted eyes.

Three days passed without incident.

Days are like water gradually boiling, and there seems to be some conspiracy that is about to explode in the calm.

On the third day, when the jailer on shift came to summon Wu Yi, he realized that the other party refused to answer no matter what he shouted. He felt that something was wrong, so he stepped forward and gently pushed Wu Yi's shoulder.

"Doctor Wu?"

Still no response.

He was startled in his heart, quickly turned the person over, only to find that Wu Yi had already passed out of breath, so he hurriedly asked a foreman to examine the body, and then reported back to Di Renjie non-stop.

"died?"

"Yes." The jailer was sweating on his brow, his voice trembling like a sieve, "The lower official has already invited the assistant to come and have a look, and it is true that there is no trace of breath, and there is no trauma on his body, I am afraid it is due to palpitations." and die."

Died of panic?

Di Renjie couldn't help sneering in his heart. When he interrogated Wu Yi before, this man was still calm and composed, and he answered fluently, as if he would stand still when the sky fell. How could it be that after three days, he suddenly died of panic?

"In the past three days, has anyone else approached him?"

How could the jailer dare to hide it again, so he had no choice but to reveal clearly about Li Jing's visit to Wu Yi.

He secretly looked at Di Renjie's face, and carefully defended himself: "But the lower official was guarding the cell door that day, and the two of them did nothing except talk for a few words! Moreover, Wu's medical department died suddenly. , it is absolutely impossible to have any relationship with Nan'an County King."

"Confused!"

Di Renjie couldn't help being furious at the crime, but also regretted it: "The king of Nan'an County has always been the Queen of Heaven. You let such a dangerous person approach the witness, isn't it just an opportunity for the people behind the scenes to take advantage of? Now that the clues are cut off, the behind-the-scenes The truth is like a kite that has come off the string, and it can no longer be chased.”

Only then did the jailer suddenly realize how big a mistake he had made, he folded his legs in a hurry, and knelt on the ground with a bang: "I'm guilty of this little one, please don't remember the villain's fault, Mr. Di Gong, and let the little one go!" Let's do it once!"

"Since you already know the secrets, how dare you try to survive alone?" Di Renjie said sadly, "Wu Yi is a living example. With his precedent, you have a way to survive?"

The jailer was only terrified of Di Renjie's punishment, but he didn't think about it. Hearing this, he came to his senses. He hated himself for being blinded by a bag of gold, and he might lose his life!

He couldn't help but sweat profusely, his whole body shivering uncontrollably as if he was in the cold winter.

"Di Gong, the villain has an eighty-year-old mother and a seven-year-old son and daughter, the villain can't die, Duke Di..."

A trace of unbearableness flashed in Di Renjie's angry eyes, which finally turned into a helpless sigh: "This old man will settle down your family for you. You can go home and take good care of your mother in a few days."

The news of Wu Yi's death was like water being blown into a frying pan, causing a new storm in an already turbulent situation.

"Father, it's all my son's fault. I didn't expect that Imperial Physician Wu committed suicide in fear of crime..."

Zhang Yi knelt in front of Zhang Wenguan's sick bed, her face full of remorse.

"Suicide in fear of guilt?" Zhang Wenguan's voice was as hoarse and deep as a bored wood, so light that it seemed that even a speck of dust could not be blown away, revealing a weak breath unique to patients.

Zhang Yi said in a low voice, "Mr. Di has already made a case like this, so if you think about it, you can only dismiss this matter hastily."

When Li Jing visited the prison, Wu Yi had to send all of them well. Even if he wanted to ask the crime, it was a bit far-fetched. The only excuse was that Wu Yi was overwhelmed and committed suicide in fear of crime.

Zhang Wenguan rolled his eyes, and his eyes fell on his son's dejected face, and he couldn't help but add three points of strength in his tone: "This matter must not be dismissed hastily."

"Father means..."

"Help me up, I want to meet His Royal Highness in person."

Zhang Yi couldn't help being surprised: "Father is seriously ill, why do you need to work yourself?"

"Although I am seriously ill, I have not died of old age." Zhang Wenguan's eyes were serious, flashing a trace of determination, "Since the Queen of Heaven dares to kill people to silence her, she will definitely leave clues. This case cannot be left alone."

Seeing his insistence, Zhang Yi didn't dare to disobey her father's wishes, so she prepared the carriage and personally helped Zhang Wenguan board the carriage and drive to the East Palace.

The carriage was about to arrive at the East Palace, and he saw an old man with white hair and handsome face slowly coming out of the palace. His brows were deeply locked, his eyes were solemn, and his steps were heavy, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

Supporting her father, Zhang Yi nodded to the important official of the Eastern Palace, "Mr. Liu, you are here too."

As soon as Liu Rengui saw Zhang Wenguan coming in person, he knew the purpose of this colleague in his heart, but he just shook his head with a sigh.

"His Royal Highness said that no one will be seen now."

"Your Highness, how can you be so confused!" Zhang Wenguan couldn't help trembling his palms, and the three-point confidence that he still had was suddenly reduced to one point, and he pinned it on this old friend who had fought side by side for many years.

Liu Rengui knew that he was impatient, so he didn't let it go: "His Royal Highness said that Wu Yi had saved his life. Now that he has gone, there is no need to pursue it further."

"In the face of major events, how can you care about personal affairs? Your Highness has never been such a foolish person. Why today..."

Liu Rengui sneered: "Who makes other people's pillow whispers more pleasant than the words of our old bones."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help sighing: "Mr. Zhang, you have planned this far for His Highness, and it is no match for the words of a small household slave. Could it be that the Li clan is really going to be defeated by the Wu clan?"

Hearing this, Zhang Wenguan felt as clear and transparent as a mirror in his heart, knowing that this trip had come too late.

With all his passion and painstaking efforts, in the end he lost to Tianhou because of a bad move.

The two couldn't help but looked at each other, smiled wryly, and looked up, but saw dark clouds covering the sun, the sky was dim, and the heavy cloud shadows shrouded the East Palace deeply, as if they would never see the day when the clouds cleared the sun.

Zhang Wenguan and his son hesitated for a while before the East Palace, and then drove back home.

Li Xian looked at the leaving carriage from the window, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

When he met Liu Rengui just now, he was a little disgusted by the arrogance of the other party's powerful ministers, but he couldn't bear to look at Zhang Wenguan who was very sick.

"Daosheng." He couldn't help being a little shaken, "Do you think Ben Gong is too heartless?"

Zhao Daosheng carefully peeled a grape, and handed it to Li Xian's lips, his voice was as soft as water: "How could it be? It's because they are too ignorant of propriety, and have lost their duty as monarchs and ministers."

After hearing this, Li Xian felt even more depressed, and pushed away Zhao Daosheng's hand: "Okay, go down and rest."

"Yes." Zhao Daosheng had been with him for many years, so he naturally knew when to enter and when to retreat, and without saying a word, he turned out of the palace gate lightly.

After taking two steps, I bumped into Yan Ming who followed Chen Jiwen to ask for a pulse.

"Doctor Yan." He stopped Yan Ming with half his waist, stretched out his hand and beckoned to him.

Yan Ming knew the truth of taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others, so he prepared a heavy bag of gold, and took this opportunity to pass it to Zhao Daosheng: "Thank you Mr. Zhao."

He originally despised such flattering villains the most, but in order to save Wu Yi's life, he had to pull back a little bit of cheek and put on a friendly smile.

Zhao Daosheng sighed: "It's a pity that your friend is still dead, but His Royal Highness has promised to preserve his body."

Yan Ming naturally sealed his mouth tightly and did not dare to say a word: "It is already a great blessing not to be buried in a mass grave, and I must thank you, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Daosheng smiled, as if he didn't care about it.

"I'm going to go with Dr. Chen to ask for the peace pulse, so I won't stay any longer." After the money and the goods are settled, Yan Ming naturally has nothing to say to this precious household slave.

Zhao Daosheng nodded: "Doctor Yan can go now."

When Yan Ming walked away, he suppressed the smile on his lips, weighed the gold in his hand, and tucked it into his sleeve casually.

Instead of returning to his residence to rest, he turned around and walked out of the palace gate, walking to a corner that was rarely visited by people.

Here, there is a person waiting for him.

"The prince has been waiting for a long time."

Wang Fulai was still smiling, but he didn't exchange greetings with him, so he went straight to the topic: "How is the Crown Prince's side?"

At this moment, Zhao Daosheng restrained his usual frivolous look, and whispered cautiously: "His Royal Highness has decided not to pursue this matter any more, the Empress Dowager can rest assured."

Hearing this, Wang Fulai's usually calm face added a two-pointed look of stability: "With a capable confidant like you by the Prince's side, the Queen of Heaven will never be worried."

"My father-in-law was just joking. I'm just a lowly household slave. If it wasn't for the Queen of Heaven who was willing to lift me up, how would I be where I am today?" He smiled to himself, and there was a trace of hatred in his words, "Everyone treats me like I am. He is a male favorite who is seductive and seductive, and I want them to know that they can't even compare to someone from such a humble background as me."

Wang Fulai said: "You have done a very good job in this matter, Tianhou has her own sense of proportion, and she will definitely not treat you poorly."

"Daosheng understands." He smiled broadly, his brows and eyes full of amorous feelings, even if Wang Fulai was used to beauties in the palace, he couldn't help but secretly sigh a word of seductiveness.

With such a beauty by his side, it is naturally difficult for the crown prince to be at ease with government affairs.

And with such a chess piece in hand, Tianhou has already won the game first.