Because of the poisoning before, the hearts of the entire palace have become messy.

Each has its own agenda.

Looking for a famous doctor, they naturally couldn't afford to find them, and later learned that the King of Pingyi was the same as them.

They were all poisoned, and many people actually began to observe silently, hoping that when the King of Pingyi detoxified, they would also be able to have hope.

Until Mingde's father-in-law took Zheng Tianlan to the palace.

Many people's hopes are gone.

What is Zheng Tianlan's identity, His Majesty's imperial doctor.

This matter has already alarmed His Majesty, and the poison on his body and the prince's body is naturally not simple.

King Pingyi is the prince, and the imperial doctor will naturally treat him, but what is their identity.

But they are all subordinates, who cares about their life and death?

Just when there was only a trace of luck left in everyone's hearts, Zheng Tianlan's words gave them hope again.

It also made them feel homesick.

When they go out, they have always wanted to be able to make a living in the palace.

Now he is highly poisoned, and he will die at any time.

Originally, I thought that after their deaths, the royal government would be able to give some subsidies to their families in their hometowns.

Now there is hope, and it is in my hometown.

King Pingyi naturally also felt the gaze of these subordinates behind him.

It seems that Feng Yewu's plan has been achieved. At least the success made it difficult for his side to decide to stay in Kyoto easily.

Pushing open the door of the study, King Pingyi walked in in a rage.

"Smack!"

On the table in the study, King Pingyi threw the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the ground, and was resentful in his heart.

"Hmph, I didn't expect this girl's current methods to be so sharp."

"Lord Wang's anger, you are poisonous now, and the surging of qi and blood will only hurt your body even more."

Zhao Xiyan on the side hurriedly stepped forward to persuade King Pingyi.

Before the conversation between King Pingyi and Zheng Tianlan in the main hall, she naturally listened to it very well.

I also knew in my heart that this Zheng Tianlan was just a pawn sent by Feng Yewu to deliberately make trouble.

"By the way, the doctor surnamed Zheng just now, have you seen it clearly?"

King Pingyi seemed to have thought of something, and turned to Zhao Xiyan on the side.

"Although the subordinates are not close, but they can see this person's appearance and figure clearly, and the prince wants to get rid of this person?"

Zhao Xiyan heard King Pingyi's sudden question, and replied in a daze, thinking about this person's attitude, King Pingyi wanted to kill this person to vent his anger.

"Hmph, this kind of ant is not worthy of letting me take it to heart."

King Pingyi heard Zhao Xiyan's words, and smiled coldly, Zheng Tianlan is a clown like Zheng Tianlan, how can he take it to heart.

Now Feng Yewu's oppression of himself is increasing day by day.

For a character like Zheng Tianlan, King Pingyi has no effort to waste Zhou Zhang.

What is the right thing, this point, the king of Pingyi is still clear.

"Then why did the prince suddenly ask about this person?"

Zhao Xiyan saw that the king of Pingyi was not for killing, and he was a little puzzled for a while.

"You said before that you saw someone performing an autopsy in the Xiangguo Mansion late at night, do you think that person's figure is similar to today's Dr. Zheng?"

After all, King Pingyi had not seen Lu Jue that night, and the only person who fought with Lu Jue for a short time was Zhao Xiyan.

Seeing that Zheng Tianlan today, King Pingyi couldn't help but think of the mysterious person in the night clothes that Zhao Xiyan had mentioned before.

Although it can be concluded that it is a person in the palace, as far as King Pingyi knows, there are no young people out of Lu Jue.

And after seeing Zheng Tianlan today, the identity of the other party turned out to be the imperial doctor.

The whereabouts of the silver needle seem to have an eyebrow.

Although Zheng Tianlan is the identity of the imperial doctor, judging from his skills and behavior, he is obviously a person who practices martial arts.

If it can really be confirmed that Zheng Tianlan is the man in black that night, then there will be another turn for the better in this matter.

Although Zhao Xiyan didn't understand the purpose of leveling the king, he still recalled it carefully.

"Although the mysterious man in black that night has a somewhat similar figure to today's Dr. Zheng, the two are definitely not the same person."

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhao Xiyan looked at King Pingyi very firmly.

"Oh? Why are you so sure that these two are not the same person? ”

Faced with King Pingyi's questioning, Zhao Xiyan explained with great certainty.

"Lord Wang, although these two are young people with extraordinary skills, their subordinates can confirm from the steps of the two that these two are not the same person."

"Pace?"

King Pingyi thought slowly for a moment, then sat down instead, and looked at Zhao Xiyan with a puzzled look and asked another question.

"Can this pace be changed?"

Zhao Xiyan is proficient in light skills, and his understanding of pace is naturally above that of the King of Pingyi.

And through her observation, Zheng Tianlan, who was pretending to be an imperial doctor today, walked lightly and pointed to the ground on her toes.

is obviously a master who is proficient in light skills, and every time he looks at Zheng Tianlan's walking, although the pace is the same.

But the position of his toes was constantly changing, as if he was hiding from something.

This kind of pace is only a habit that only those who have been engaged in spying and assassination for a long time will have.

And the night before, Zhao Xiyan met Lu Jue, although this person is also good, but in Zhao Xiyan's observation.

Lu Jue's light skills are not as pure as Zheng Tianlan.

Lu Jue's feet, focused on the soles of his feet, are obviously family light skills and orthodox steps.

Every effort is for the upper body.

Such a pace is obviously not that of a person who often haunts at night.

And the posture of the two walking is completely different.

"Lord Wang, if it is an ordinary person, it will take many years to change this pace, let alone those of us who practice martial arts."

Zhao Xiyan's words made King Pingyi a little incomprehensible.

"This person who practices martial arts has been practicing his fists and feet all year round, and the pace of his own martial arts has long been integrated into his daily walking, and it is difficult for ordinary people to change, let alone these people who practice martial arts."

"Moreover, people who practice martial arts blindly change their pace, and may even affect their own martial arts."

Hearing Zhao Xiyan say this, King Pingyi suddenly understood.

It seems that his mastery of Feng Yewu is still insufficient, and he can't imagine that there are still these people under Feng Yewu.

"Lord Wang? What are your plans now? ”

Zhao Xiyan looked at King Pingyi, who had not spoken for a long time, and was suddenly a little overwhelmed.

After all, it is impossible to understand this poison, but at present, Kyoto is so disturbed.

"What's going on?"

King Pingyi smiled coldly, slowly got up and looked at the pen and ink on the scroll, and said helplessly.

"Some people don't want this king to stay, so they naturally have to say goodbye to her before leaving."

Obviously, King Heirazi was already planning to leave Kyoto.

In the palace, Feng Yewu pushed away all affairs today, and sat alone in the study and looked at the poetry book.

It looks so comfortable and relaxed.