As the red plum blossoms bloomed, that person slowly fell backwards. Chu Fengqing slowly closed his eyes in the incredulous look of Zhao Yiyu.
Just say you can’t drink.
Ji Yujin ah, Ji Yujin, if you still didn’t come, I’m afraid I really can’t bear it.
The lively palace banquet suddenly became a mess, and the atmosphere in Shajiang River was completely different from that here. In the night, a not-so-small boat was sailing in the river. In the cabin, Ji Yujin was seasick and looked very unhappy, so he went to bed early.
Zhao Li was guarding outside the room when he suddenly heard a sound of breaking something from inside. He was startled and knocked on the door to ask, but there was no movement for a long time, so he kicked the door open without thinking.
There were no candles lit in the room. The bright moonlight filtered through the small window, illuminating the room with its unique desolation.
Ji Yujin sat on the bed with his hair loose, his hands covering his chest, and his head slightly lowered, making it difficult to see his expression. Pieces of the teapot were flying all over the floor.
Zhao Li’s expression changed slightly. “Master, what happened?”
Ji Yujin slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Li.
Zhao Li’s pupils shrank, and he saw that Ji Yujin’s eyes were red, his black hair casually fell to his shoulders, and his whole body exuded a sense of madness.
The sadness is so unbearable that it is crazy.
“The boat should go faster.”
Since entering the room, Ji Yujin only said this one sentence, his voice was hoarse.
“Yes, Master.”
Zhao Li didn’t dare to ask what happened, but he had a bad premonition in his heart, an extremely bad premonition that made him so panic that his hand holding the sword trembled.
……
Chu Fengqing opened his eyes slightly, and the light seemed to be trying hard to squeeze into his eyes. He frowned uncomfortably, and the next moment his vision became dark. He slowly opened his eyes after feeling a little better.
The first thing he saw was the gauze curtain fluttering in the wind, and he was back in that palace.
“Imperial Physician, he’s awake.”
Zhao Yiyu’s voice came to his ears. He usually spoke slowly and calmly, but now his tone was a little hurried. He turned his head slightly to look at him. Zhao Yiyu’s eyes were full of anxiety. “Qing’er, are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
Feeling unwell anywhere? He pursed his lips and turned his head back. Thanks to him, he was not feeling well at all.
Zhao Yiyu clenched his fists. Thinking of what the imperial physician said, his eyes dimmed slightly. He said softly, “Sorry, Zhen didn’t know you couldn’t drink. Your body…”
He didn’t finish his words. Chu Fengqing was really annoyed by his expression of atonement after his threats. He was both a good and a bad guy.
His view was blocked by Zhao Yiyu, so he did not see that there were many imperial physicians kneeling below, each with cold sweat on his face.
At the beginning, everyone thought that Chu Fengqing was poison. His symptoms were extremely similar to those of poisoning. Everyone suspected that his glass of wine was poisoned. Zhao Yiyu was also frightened by him. The Jinyiwei surrounded him, guarding against assassins. The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.
Zhao Yiyu did not allow anyone to approach Chu Fengqing and personally carried him back to the palace. The imperial physician took his pulse and found that it was not the case. Chu Fengqing’s body was like a rag doll, and it was all maintained by medicine. Everyone did not know who gave him the medicine, but they were sure that it must be a person with extremely superb medical skills.
Hearing Zhao Yiyu’s order, Imperial Physician Li, the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau, bravely came forward to take the patient’s pulse. After all, the patient has woken up, so maybe the condition will get better?
However, all this was just wishful thinking. Not long after he put his hand on the victim, Imperial Physician Li’s face began to turn pale again.
Zhao Yiyu had just issued a death order that if “Concubine Chu” died, they would all have to be buried with her. However, given the situation, even if a miracle physician came, he might find it a little tricky.
He swallowed his saliva and swallowed the words “I can’t do anything” under Zhao Yiyu’s murderous eyes and said with a bitter face, “Niangniang’s health has improved. As long as she takes the medicine on time, she will recover.”
When Chu Fengqing heard this, he turned around with interest to see which “miracle physician” dared to speak so arrogantly. When he turned around, he saw the bitter face of Imperial Physician Li.
The two looked at each other. Chu Fengqing’s lips curled up slightly, not knowing whether it was because Imperial Physician Li’s bitter and vengeful look was a little funny or not.
It really makes things difficult for him.
Imperial Physician Li complained in his heart and lowered his eyes helplessly. He had come into contact with both Chu Fengqing and “Chu Yinyin”. He didn’t know why “she” became Zhao Yiyu’s concubine. But no matter what, those “two” physicians were much better than him, so how could they not know the condition of his own body?
He now looks like a “charlatan” who is showing off his skills in front of an expert, and the emperor forced him to become this “charlatan”.
In the days that followed, Chu Fengqing became a real medicine bottle. He ate three meals a day with the taste of medicine in his mouth. He could not taste the flavor of the dishes at all, only that they were very bitter. Every time at this time, he wanted to eat the candied fruits that Ji Yujin had prepared before. At that time, he shared them with others before finishing them. But now he regretted it and thought he should have kept them.
He had secretly hidden some drugs before, originally intending to make some ecstasy powder or something like that, so that he could escape; otherwise, it would be a bit bad to just sit and wait for death, but the drugs were discovered by Zhao Yiyu and all taken away.
In fact, whether he accepted it or not, he would not do it. Even if he was given the ready-made medicine, he could not escape. His body could not bear it. All he could do now was wait for Ji Yujin.
Zhao Yiyu spent more and more time in Chen Palace. Perhaps because Imperial Physician Li and others had told them to keep the patient in a good mood, Chu Fengqing’s range of activities had expanded a lot, from a small Chen Palace to the entire imperial palace. Similarly, there were several more palace maids and eunuchs around him.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make clear sounds.
After the beginning of summer, the weather becomes hotter day by day. In early summer, the sun is not very hot, and it is still a little cool in the mornings and nights.
The lotus flowers in the lake in the palace have also bloomed, and the lake full of lotus flowers is very eye-catching.
Zhao Yiyu originally wanted to take him to see it but was tripped up by other matters on his way out, which was exactly what Chu Fengqing wanted.
He put on men’s clothes again and announced to the public that he was Chu Fei’s twin brother who came to treat her. After all, Chu Fei vomited blood in front of everyone, and Chu Fengqing’s reputation as a young divine physician was widely spread outside, so no one doubted it for a while.
He was wearing a moon-white robe, and his waist-length hair was loosely gathered behind his head with a piece of silk. If it weren’t for his unpleasant expression, he would have looked very lazy and casual.
Now his sickly appearance and the clothes he was wearing brought his sense of brokenness to the extreme. Anyone who saw him would feel sorry for him.
When Chu Fengqing looked at himself in the mirror, he came to the conclusion in four words—”very ill”.
So Zhao Yiyu didn’t like the way he dressed, but it had nothing to do with him whether he liked it or not.
The lotus pond in the palace was very large, and there was a corridor built around the pond, leading all the way to the depths of the lotus flowers. Chu Fengqing walked in along the corridor, followed by four palace maids and eunuchs.
After walking for a while, he couldn’t walk anymore, so he found a place with many flowers and stood there.
A faint lotus fragrance wafted over, and the pink of lotus reflected in his clear eyes. In the sea of flowers, he stood there quietly, looking into the distance, his black hair blown by the breeze.
The palace maids and eunuchs who followed behind all showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.
This beautiful painting was interrupted by a violent cough. Chu Fengqing covered his lips with a handkerchief, and soon, a hint of blood appeared between his lips.
The palace maids and eunuchs were frightened. They couldn’t afford to take responsibility if anything happened, so they quickly ran up to check what was going on.
“Yo, isn’t this Chu Fengqing?”
Just then, a man’s clear and handsome voice came from behind them.
Chu Fengqing felt that the person looked familiar. Turning around, he saw a handsome man.
“Zhao Lin?”
After Zhao Yiyu came to power, Zhao Lin was placed under house arrest in his mother’s palace. It wasn’t known why he was able to come out today.
Zhao Lin’s eyes moved, and he laughed, “Hahaha, I didn’t expect you to still remember my name.”
Chu Fengqing looked at the wheelchair under him. Zhao Lin seemed to be extremely sensitive to other people’s eyes. His face instantly turned red. “What are you looking at? If you look at me again, I will have your eyes dug out!”
“The servant greets Young Master Chu. Sorry, my lord is a little bothered by others looking at his legs, please don’t be offended, Young Master.”
The gentle voice drew Chu Fengqing’s eyes to the wheelchair. The person pushing the wheelchair was an eunuch. The eunuch’s appearance was not outstanding, but he was very decent, and there was always a smile on his fair face.
Chu Fengqing shook his head. He had no impression of this eunuch. He was just wondering what happened to Zhao Lin’s leg.
Zhao Lin panted and sneered, “But don’t laugh at me. We are all the same. No one is nobler than the other. Before, it was Ji Yujin, an eunuch, but Zhao Yiyu is even more of a damn lunatic. Ha, you will suffer.”
Chu Fengqing pursed his lips, not understanding what he said.
Lin Ying squatted down and looked at Zhao Lin with narrowed eyes. “Master, you promised the servant last night that you would not talk nonsense when we go out, otherwise…”
He touched Zhao Lin’s hand. Zhao Lin’s eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he remembered something horrible. “I… I didn’t say anything.”
The relationship between the two was nothing like that of an ordinary master and servant. Instead, there was an indescribable weirdness, as if Lin Ying was the dominant one.
“En, you didn’t say.”
Lin Ying smiled and helped Zhao Lin tidy up his messy collar. Chu Fengqing’s expression changed slightly. The corner of his collar was accidentally pulled open, allowing him to see the messy traces hidden underneath, red and purple intertwined.
Zhao Lin’s eyes narrowed, and he slapped Lin Ying’s hand away with a “snap”, “You little dog slave, get out!”
He held his collar tighter and glanced at Chu Fengqing in panic, but when he saw that Chu Fengqing didn’t look at him, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had maintained the last bit of his dignity.
He caught a glimpse of the bloody handkerchief in Chu Fengqing’s hand and thought of the rumors in the palace. He suddenly felt that everything was extremely boring. He waved his hand and said, “Lin Ying, push me away.”
Lin Ying nodded, saluted Chu Fengqing, and pushed Zhao Lin deeper into the corridor.
Chu Fengqing looked at the two people’s backs and then looked away after a moment.
……
As the day drew closer to the twentieth, Chu Fengqing’s condition became more serious.
Zhao Yiyu called for the imperial physicians countless times, but each time they just knelt down, causing his face to become uglier day by day.
That day, Chu Fengqing was awakened by thirst in the middle of the night, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Yiyu.
Zhao Yiyu was pinching something with his fingers. Feeling his gaze, he turned to look at him and raised the corners of his lips slightly. “Awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
Chu Fengqing did not reply. Zhao Yiyu seemed to be used to being treated like this. He put the thing in his hand away, and Chu Fengqing saw that it was a silver coin.
Zhao Yiyu sighed softly: “You are the only one in this palace who dares to treat me like this.”
He stood up, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to Chu Fengqing, who took it and took two sips.
Zhao Yiyu smiled and said, “I came here to tell you a piece of news.”
He paused and said softly, “Ji Yujin rebelled and led an army with my fifth uncle to attack the capital.”
