"How? Is Father alright? Beru pushed me to Zhao Ying's couch.

I carefully examined Zhao Ying, and replied respectfully: "Prime Minister Qing is no longer in trouble, but he needs to stay in bed for half a month to recuperate, and then take medicine to recuperate." ”

"No need, the old man has woken up, it's no big deal." Zhao Ying, who had a hair scattered, lifted the bed quilt on his body and was about to get out of bed.

Seeing this, Bo Lu hurriedly stretched out his hand to help: "Father, you still have injuries on your feet, let's wait a while......"

"What a fuss! Father, you don't need to guard it, go to the door to see if Wuxian has picked up Taishi. Witch Doctor Bridge, you go down too! Zhao Ying glared at Beru and waved his hand away.

The old witch doctor, who was kneeling beside him and falling asleep, woke up, got up and retreated to the door.

Bo Lu glanced at Zhao Ying's feet worriedly, but he could only bow and retreat helplessly.

"Qing is too strict with the eldest son." I closed the door softly.

Zhao Ying's feet shook and fell on the bed: "How long can I live?" He asked.

It turned out that he thought he was going to die. In fact, if I really want him to die, it will only take half a month to let this old man who has been in the limelight for half his life die without a trace. But do I want him to die? If he dies, what will become of Zhiyao? What happens to a shirtless? What amazing thing would my "good father" do?

"The prime minister is too worried. Syncope may seem dangerous, but it is not fatal. If Qing Xiangxiang wants to fight for the son of the world for a few more years, just listen to Xiao Wu's words and take medicine well, rest and recuperate! I helped Zhao Ying to fall asleep on the bed.

Zhao Ying glanced at me, frowned and let out a sigh of relief: "The old man is not afraid of death, but he can't die now." The night before, Zhiyao connived at the eldest son to hurt Wuxian? ”

"Yes."

"At the banquet, not only did you win Chen Heng's son with a chess game, but you also sacrificed yourself to block a sword for my son?"

"Since the prime minister heard about it, there will be no mistake." I lowered my eyebrows.

"When Taishi accepted you as an apprentice, he once said that you were Bai Ze who came with a book, and he was born to assist the saint in governing the world. At that time, the old man thought that the saint in Taishi's mouth was the old man himself. Now it seems that Bai Ze, who came with your book, really wants to assist my son without shirts! Zhao Ying looked at me tired and smiled, "Zhiyao is crazy and manic, not enough to make a big deal." My son is ruthless and strong-willed, and he can endure it, so he is the hero. If God bless my Zhao family, I am willing to give the old man another three years, and the Zhi family is not afraid. ”

"Dizziness should not be tired, nor should it be irritable. If you really care about your life, self-cultivation is the best policy. ”

"In the past, when the sage Zhou She was alive, he often admonished the old man to restrain his anger. It's just that the temperament is innate, and it is not easy to change it. Zhao Ying said and slowly closed his eyes, "Hey, if the old man had half of my son's forbearance, he wouldn't have killed Zhao Wu angrily, causing the Zhao family to almost lose ......."

Zhao Ying's dreamy words tore a crack in my heart. Those suppressed resentment and hatred all rushed out with the word "Zhao Wu". At this moment, there were only me and Zhao Ying in the empty room. The silent silence gave birth to a myriad of crazy thoughts in my heart. Reality, dreams, past, present, countless scenes are constantly intertwined before my eyes; The dead, the living, all screamed in my ears with their mouths open. If I plunge my sword into his throat, will all the sounds disappear in an instant, and my heart will be at peace forever?

"Prime minister?"

"Huh?" Zhao Ying opened his eyes in a daze, "The old man is asleep again?" Is your master here? ”

"Nope."

"Oh, have you learned to interpret dreams with your master over the years?" Zhao Ying glanced at me and closed his eyes.

"The prime minister asked the prince to enter the palace and invite the master to come, but what strange dream did he have?"

"No, I just dreamed of a few old people."

"Did Prime Minister Qing dream of Zhao Wu?" I stared at Zhao Ying's slightly trembling neck.

"How do you know?" He opened his eyes suddenly.

"Prime Minister Qing has never liked others to mention the Handan Rebellion of that year, let alone Zhao Wuqi. Prime Minister took the initiative to talk about it today, thinking that he must have seen and felt it in his dreams. ”

"The old man didn't dream of Zhao Wu, but dreamed of his son who was not afraid of death."

"Zhao Ji?"

"Yes, the old man heard that someone saw Zhao Ji in Xinjiangcheng." Zhao Ying tilted his head slightly, and his pale gray eyes fell on my face impartially.

The crazy thoughts that lingered in my heart disappeared in an instant under his gaze. The inexplicable cold air rushed up from the center of my feet, and the two hands I put on my lap were cold.

"Zhao Ji is a traitor, how dare he enter the Jin in this life? Most of what the prime minister heard was rumors. "I forced my composure.

"yes. Rumors are the most nonsense. I will borrow him Zhao Ji ten more guts, forgive him and dare not enter the river! But he, how dare he come to the old man's dream? ”

"What did you dream about last night?"

"Father, Taishi asks to see you." Shirtless's voice rang out from outside the door.

"Please come in!" Zhao Ying sat up again with his arms propped up.

Shi Mo, who was dressed in an ink-colored witch suit, pushed the door in, and Zhao Ying immediately waved my hand to avoid it. I saluted Shi Mo and silently withdrew. Wuxian gave me a deep look, as if he had something to say, but closed the door anyway.

Does Zhao Ying already know that I have seen Zhao Ji? Does he already know that I am Zhao Ji's daughter?

Bubbles like fish's eyes boiled in the gray-white porcelain clay jar, and the thinly sliced blood ginseng roots were tumbling in the pale brown medicinal soup. I crouched in front of the fire, the midday sun hanging overhead, and the direct sunlight lit up a blinding light on the smooth edge of the porcelain jar.

This is a decoction that nourishes blood and replenishes qi, and after a quarter of an hour, when the turtle plate gum in the decoction has melted, I will present it to Zhao Ying. If Zhao Ying was really suspicious of me, he would never drink the medicine I boiled.

The people in the room were still talking. Zhao Ying and Shi Mo's voices were very soft, buzzing a little bit. Wuxian's voice was slightly higher, but he couldn't make out what he was saying. Beru was in the room at the moment, but he didn't seem to be able to interject at all.

What dream did Zhao Ying have, and he wanted to ask Shi Mo to interpret the dream? What will Shi Mo say to him in the house now? The news of Zhao Ji's presence in Jin has obviously been told to Zhao Ying, so what will be the situation in Jiayufang outside the city now?

I have a stomach full of questions, and all the answers are just a door away. But I didn't dare to leave the medicine jar an inch, if I didn't kill Zhao Ying, my father would naturally have other means. Since he ventured to Xinjiang City this time, he will never return in vain.

"Prime minister, the medicine is ready." I pushed open the door of Zhao Ying's room with the freshly cooked medicinal soup.

Zhao Ying sat on the bed, his long gray hair draped over his shoulders. Maybe it was because he listened to Shi Mo's words, or maybe he said too much to Shi Mo, his face was not good-looking at the moment.

Seeing me coming, Shirtless and Burru got up and made way for me. I knelt beside the couch and presented the lacquer plate containing the medicine bowl to Zhao Ying: "Prime minister, the medicine is cool." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Yan held out his hand to me.

As soon as the weight on the lacquer plate was light, the boulder hanging high in my heart fell to the ground. Luckily, he didn't know anything.

"It's slow-" Zhao Ying lowered his head and was about to drink the medicine, but Shi Mo on the side suddenly snatched the bowl away.

Zhao Ying frowned, and when he turned his head to look at me again, a sharp light had already appeared in his cloudy and gray eyes.

"Master?" It's not poisonous, but my heart beats like a drum.

"Go to the stove and warm up." Shi Mo handed me the medicine bowl, turned his head to Zhao Ying, and said, "Drinking medicine on an empty stomach hurts your body. The apprentice was young and anxious about Qingxiang's illness, so he didn't think about it, and he hoped that he would forgive him. ”

"It's okay, the old man himself has forgotten." Zhao Ying said with a smile.

"yes, I forgot about it. My father hasn't eaten for a day and a night, so I'll ask the cook to prepare some food! Boru hurriedly got up and went out to serve food.

Zhao Ying's food had already been prepared in the kitchen of Zhao Mansion, and after a while, a maid entered the house with a small table. On top of it are a bowl of corn soup, a bean minced pork, a steamed herring and a plate of pickled crispy melon. The little maid put down the small table and was not in a hurry to present it to Zhao Ying, she first picked some from each dish and put it on a small plate to eat it with her head down, and after eating, she filled a palm-sized leaky pot with water.

Drip-dong, drip-dong, the water in the leaky pot seeped through the cracks in the bronze and fell drop by drop into the porcelain bowl below.

The little maid knelt silently in the corner. A room full of people, except me, seemed to be used to waiting like this.

When did Zhao Ying have a "food tester"? Could it be that when I was in the Qin Kingdom, someone had already tampered with his food?

When the leaky pot on the small table dripped the last drop of water, the little maid served the food table to Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying's appetite was poor, and after eating a few bites at will, he made people withdraw from eating.

I took the warm medicinal soup in my hand and wanted to ask the little maid who tried the dish to take a sip, but then I thought about it, I fried the medicine, should it be me who tried the medicine?

Zhao Ying wiped the corners of his mouth and looked up at me, I picked up the medicine bowl and sent it to my mouth.

"Nonsense, how can you drink medicine indiscriminately." The shirtless hand directly covered the medicine bowl.

I motioned for him to remove his hand, but he raised an eyebrow and glared back at me.

"What kind of medicine?" Shi Mo asked.

"The medicine that nourishes qi and nourishes blood, blood ginseng root is the main medicine, with red fruit, ground keel, turtle plate gum ......" I reported all the medicinal materials I used.

"Don't try it, bring it to me." Zhao Yan held out his hand to me.

"Prime minister, the rules that have been established cannot be broken." Shi Mo stretched out his hand and took the medicine bowl over, and handed it directly to Bolu on the side: "The medicine is different from the food, this medicine is symptomatic to you, if you believe her, take a sip for your father!" ”

"Okay." Beru smiled at me and took a sip from the bowl without hesitation.

Zhao Ying finally drank up the medicine I decocted. But when I exited the room with the empty bowl, my heart sank.

Zhao Ying didn't doubt me, the person who doubted me was Shi Mo. The person who has been lying to me all along is my most beloved and trusted Master.