If it weren't for the emperor's cousin's dislike for the position of the emperor, he would have wanted to pass on the throne to him.

He coughed again, and his mouth was full of the bitter smell of medicine.

He fell to such a point, no one is to blame, only to blame him for being too naïve, too soft-hearted, and forgetting the sentence of cutting grass and eradicating roots, which is why he was victimized.

"Mo Fei, give me something."

Emperor Wen Yuan stretched out his hand to Mo Fei, and now he barely had any strength around him, and he could still speak as usual, thanks to the bowl of medicine every day.

And then there's ......

Mo Fei walked over, and then took out a few things from the cabinet on the side, which were the rouge gouache and the like that Yipinxiang sold.

Mo Fei had already opened those things, and then wiped them on Emperor Wen Yuan's face, and not long after, when Mo Fei left, Emperor Wen Yuan was already sitting there with a ruddy complexion.

At this time, he still has the slightest intention of being seriously ill, and he is full of blood and blood, and his face is ruddy and healthy.

Mo Fei can give him another recipe to add qi and blood, as long as he eats it, he is guaranteed that his complexion is better than that of ordinary people, but the medicine must be three points poison, and the current Emperor Wenyuan really can't withstand a trace of tossing, that is, the bowl of medicine every day has already hidden toxins in his body.

If he couldn't find Snow Lotus anymore, even Mo Fei would be afraid, not only would he no longer be able to suppress those poisons, but he would add poison to poison, making Emperor Wenyuan die faster.

One more month, yes, another month, this is also the limit of what he can do, he actually doesn't know why, Emperor Wenyuan's physical vitality is stronger than that of ordinary people, otherwise, it may not be able to last even these two months, let alone a month period, but whether it is January or two months, it will not be long.

Even if it's half a year, it's a day when you will have a poisonous haircut.

If you want to be cured, if you want to live, there is only a thousand petals of snow lotus, and a thousand petals of snow lotus is the last medicine in this antidote.

As far as he knows, the thousand-petal snow lotus is on the snow mountain that has been coming for a long time, whether it is true, whether it can be found, not to mention, it is also the road of the sky, and it is precisely here that the snow lotus can be found, and there is only one person who can save Emperor Wenyuan, and all their hopes, whether Emperor Wenyuan can live, depends on the luck of Emperor Wenyuan, and the life of Emperor Wenyuan.

Emperor Wen Yuan looked at himself in the mirror and sighed unconsciously.

Cousin Huang, I'm afraid that I really want to live up to your good intentions, and the rivers and mountains of the Great Zhou Dynasty after that will also have to work hard for you, although Mo Fei said that there is always hope, but he knows that hope is like a white mist in the mountains, which is considerable but untouchable.

In the end, it is something ethereal, I can't believe it, and I can't look forward to it.

He accepted his fate, closed his eyes, at this time, he seemed to be peaceful and quiet, and only he knew how dead and silent his heart was, where it was pitch black, as hellish as cold, and it was gradually approaching him day by day.

"Chirp......?

Suddenly, Emperor Wen Yuan opened his eyes.

"Mo Fei, can you hear the sound of the wind?"

Mo Fei came back to his senses, and then shook his head, "Saint, Mo Fei didn't hear it," in fact, he didn't pay attention to it, he just thought of a medicine just now, to see if it was better to match it, so that Wen Yuan could hold on for a few days, at least he could leave a son and a half daughter down, and it would not be so hard to get this hard-earned Great Zhou Jiangshan, but in the end, there was no successor.

So he really didn't hear the sound of the wind.

"Really?" Emperor Wen Yuan also began to think that he had heard it wrong, but after a few breaths, it was the sound of carving, but Emperor Wen Yuan never opened his eyes, he really began to think that he was thinking about it day and dreaming at night, so he heard poorly, after all, this is the case with terminally ill people.

Sometimes he hears those strange voices and sees some strange things, just like him, but he just doesn't understand why he hears nothing else, but the cry of the wind, could it be because he has always wanted the golden eagle to come back, this is his obsession, and it is also the illusion of his obsession.

Holy, holy.

Mo Fei's voice rang out excitedly.

Is it auditory hallucinations again?

Emperor Wen Yuan only raised the corners of his lips, but still did not open his eyes.

"Holy Lord, the wind is back."

Changqing shouted excitedly again, but even his tone was a little incoherent.

Emperor Wen Yuan finally opened his eyes.

"Mo Fei, when did you like to joke like that?" He didn't blame, he didn't get excited, he just laughed at himself, but when his eyes met a pair of round carved eyes, he almost didn't fall off his dragon chair.

Origa, really Orifice, it's back.

"Saint, look."

Mo Fei hurriedly took a jade box and opened it.

Suddenly, a clear cold fragrance greeted him, and it was also a great shock to the spirit.

A cold sweat broke out in Emperor Wenyuan's palm, "This is, is this really?" ”

Thousand-petaled snow lotus?

"Congratulations to the Holy One, it is the thousand-petaled snow lotus."

Mo Fei is also very excited now, to be able to see such an elixir in his lifetime, for him who is obsessed with medical skills, he will also die without regrets.

There are also ......

Mo Fei opened a small jade box again, and there were a few red ginseng whiskers in the jade box.

"It's ......"

Emperor Wen Yuan didn't know about this, is this grassroots, and how can it be red grassroots?

"Holy Lord, this is blood ginseng.

Mo Fei carefully pinched a few blood ginseng whiskers, although there were only a few ginseng whiskers, but it was enough, the medicinal properties of blood ginseng were too strong, ordinary people couldn't bear it, these ginseng whiskers, no more, no less, just right, you can replenish the body of the saint, and within a few days, you can adjust the body of the saint to the same as before.

"By the way, the Holy One is not in a hurry."

Mo Fei hurriedly picked up the two things, this is going to be the antidote, of course, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, for fear that something would happen to these herbs, and the one who ate it was his own.

He had to make the medicine earlier, and then eat it in Emperor Wenyuan's stomach, so as to live up to the trust of the son.

And he was busy for a few days and nights.

Until he came out again, the whole person had lost weight several times, and he was sloppy, but everyone could feel the joy around him.

"Holy Lord, the medicine is ready."

He took out a small bottle, "There are a total of five pills in it, after the saint eats it, this residual poison will naturally be removed, and it is also the medicinal properties of the thousand-petal snow lotus, so the saint is also blessed by misfortune, and in the future, he will be invulnerable to all poisons and live a long life." ”

"Good!"

Emperor Wen Yuan took the medicine bottle, and he also held back the heart that was beating wildly in his chest.