The news that Murong Jin had been poisoned quickly spread in the palace, and Emperor Yan's excessive concern for him also made some people really confused.

In the palace of sunset, Liuli lit a long strip of ink with a candle flame, and then put it into a bronze octagonal hollow box similar to an incense burner.

The lid was closed, and the note began to be swallowed by sparks, making a tiny burning sound.

Liuli reverently knelt to the side, folded his hands, closed his eyes and muttered, "I hope you get better soon." ”

This is a unique way of praying in Western Qin, where blessings are written down and put into the prayer furnace, and as long as the heart is sincere, the gods will hear it.

Zhong Hongyuan was arrested, and Concubine Xian's charges were completely confirmed.

And this crime is very vague to the outside world, but the words "loss of virtue" are the words. Because of these four words, Concubine Xian was ordered to be confined in the Lanqing Palace, and all the examples were given according to the concubine. For the mother's loss of morality, the emperor's eldest son Murong Li and the crown are not allowed to see the virtuous concubine again.

The charges are vague, but the punishment is not light. Although it was not stated, everyone in the palace also knew that this was probably related to the strange poison among the four princes. It's just that no one dares to say, no one dares to ask.

What everyone cares about is only whose head the emperor's grace falls a little more, and where the scale in their hearts is poured a little more.

After the injection last night, although Murong Jin still did not wake up, his body temperature returned to normal. Emperor Yan squeezed Murong Jin's small cold hand and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a risky move, he's gambling. It's a big bet, and if he loses, he may regret it for the rest of his life.

When the young imperial physician came to administer the needle again today, Murong Jin's pulse had become a little stronger.

This imperial doctor's name is Yan Yizhen, and he is the younger one in the imperial medical department, but his ability is not much worse than that of the most qualified imperial doctor, Zhang Taiyi. Especially for incurable diseases, there are quite a few means.

After the injection was applied, Yan Yizhen said: "Your Majesty, Weichen has applied the needle to temporarily suppress the toxicity in the body of the four princes, and there is no major problem for the time being. Please give Wechen a few more days, Wechen will definitely be able to develop an antidote. ”

Emperor Yan waved his hand a little tiredly and motioned for him to retreat.

It was almost dawn, and the gate of the Imperial Medical Department had been bolted, and only Yan Yizhen and two medicine boys were left in the office.

The newly prepared medicine was fried on the red clay stove in the open-air courtyard, and the fragrance of the medicine slowly spread.

The medicine boy guarded the medicine stove, estimating the time to turn the stove into a simmer and fry slowly. The fire roasted his eyes a little dry, the breeze swept drowsy, and the medicine boy propped his chin and began to nap.

As soon as he fell asleep, the medicine boy was awakened by a knock on the door, and a medicine stove that was almost planted in front of him without paying attention immediately woke up and stood up.

"Knock knock—"

There was another knock on the door, and the medicine boy looked around to make sure he wasn't hallucinating before approaching the door.

"Who is knocking here?"

An old and somewhat hoarse voice outside the door whispered, "I have something important to see Lord Yan." ”

Deeper at night, this voice couldn't help but remind people of the man-eating ghosts in the book, and a layer of goosebumps all over his body.

The medicine boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly ran inside, "My lord—"

Yan Yi was really sniffing a few medicinal herbs, and at the same time writing down the names and conjectures of the medicine on the paper, listening to the voice, he quickly took a pill and pinched it in his palm with his thumb.

"Something's wrong, I'm in a hurry."

The medicine boy said, "My lord, there is someone outside the door who wants to see you." ”

Yan Yizhen frowned, it's so late, who else will come here?

"Who?"

The medicine boy stammered, "I'...... I haven't opened the door yet......"

Yan Yizhen put the wolf down, got up and went to open the door, outside the door was a man wearing a dark cloak, the hood was worn on his head to cover most of his cheeks, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"You are?"

"Go in and talk."

Yan Yizhen didn't think too much about it, so he covered the door after he entered.

The man took off his hood, and Yan Yizhen recognized that it was Zhang Tong, the great celebrity, who had had several encounters, so he recognized it.

"Lord Zhang......" Yan Yizhen arched his hand, "What is your lord here for tonight?" "Looking at Da Si Le's outfit, it's really curious.

Si Le took out a fist-sized wooden box from his sleeve and handed it to Yan Yizhen, "This thing may be useful to you." ”

"It's ......"

Si Le said: "You have excellent medical skills, I don't need to say it, you also know the use of this thing." ”

Yan Yizhen took it with both hands, and before he opened it, he listened to it: "This poison is difficult to solve, and no one else has prepared an antidote so far, you have to be very careful." As he spoke, he gently patted the back of Yan Yizhen's hand, opened the door and left.

"This is ......" Yan Yizhen opened the box and couldn't help but be stunned.