"Jiang Langzhong, are you here to borrow books today?"

Jiang Qing was flipping through the books in an unknown small pharmacy among the people, trying to find the antidote in this mundane small pharmacy, hearing this, Jiang Qing raised his head slightly, and entered the old lady who had resigned from his official position.

The old lady stroked her beard with a smile: "I said, why do you bother? Shen Jieyu has finally fallen out of favor now, why should we participate too much in these grievances in the harem? You know, this kind of thing, if you are not careful, but you have to ......"

As she spoke, the old lady pointed to her head and knocked on it.

Jiang Qing looked at the old lady doctor's appearance, and remembered the form of the old lady doctor when he entered the palace when he was proud, and couldn't help but feel emotional.

He didn't answer the old lady's question, he looked out the window.

There was no good scenery outside the window, only a few women went out to embroider flowers at this time, and there were also men who had just entered the city who had eaten some food in their own house, and they drank wine, chatted and spitted.

Jiang Qing stood up and bowed to the old lady: "Do you know where else can you find the antidote to the poison?"

The old lady doctor looked at Jiang Qing's serious expression, stroked his beard, his eyes were full of reminiscence, and he leaned back on the chair, his eyes were far away, as if he was thinking about something.

"There are countless books in today's most popular medical clinics, and you might get something out of it if you go there." The old lady finally spoke, his old wrinkled fingers tapping on the table, but the sound was no longer crisp.

Squeaky sound.

This sandalwood table was originally out of the palace with the old lady, but now it is in disrepair, and it is inevitable that the sound it makes is so ugly.

Jiang Qing stood up, bowed and thanked him, and then opened the door and walked out.

"Wait," the old lady doctor suddenly stopped Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing paused, and looked back at the old lady doctor suspiciously.

"This poison is really difficult to solve, if it really can't be solved, don't solve it again." The old lady said.

Jiang Qing was puzzled, and he wanted to continue to ask for advice, but the old lady doctor didn't seem to want to say anything more, just sighed there alone, as if he was recalling the glory days of his youth.

In the end, Jiang Qing was helpless and turned to leave.

"Don't forget what I said to you." The old lady said again.

Jiang Qing realized that the old lady doctor didn't want to talk too much about this matter, and he was inconvenient for the strongman, so he went to the most famous medical hall in the imperial capital to borrow books and read them.

On the second day, Jiang Qing and Chu Yuxi met again in the palace.

Chu Yuxi's voice was full of regret: "Still haven't you been able to find a way to save her?"

Jiang Qing touched Shen Jieyu's old wrist, but now it is withered, feeling her irregular beating pulse, thinking of the scene yesterday in that medical hall although there was no relevant information, Jiang Qing's expression was gloomy.

Chu Yuxi didn't see Jiang Qing's expression: "But if you find that legendary person, maybe there is a way to save it." ”

Before Chu Yuxi could finish speaking, Jiang Qing stopped her.

Chu Yu looked at Jiang Qing in bewilderment, as if he didn't quite understand Jiang Qing's move.

"She is already angry, and there is no difference between her and those old people who are dying, people's life and death are determined by God, we don't have to force it." Jiang Qing said.

Chu Yuxi looked at Jiang Qing and was full of puzzlement: "But ......"

"It's nothing," Jiang Qing interrupted her, breathing a little heavily, "If you force it to go on, then she will be the only one who will die." ”

Chu Yuxi still wanted to speak, but Jiang Qing suddenly let go of Shen Jieyu's hand, which he had been holding tightly.

He stood up, his hands clenched tightly, his hands brushed his sleeves, there was a hidden anger on his face, and the trembling of his body was very clear in a white robe. 110 eBooks

He turned around, slammed the door and left, and Chu Yuxi, who opened his mouth to say something to save him, looked stunned, as if he was still puzzled after all.

She no longer paid attention to Jiang Qing, but suppressed her doubts and looked at Shen Jieyu lying on the bed, she gently straightened Shen Jieyu's hair, looked at her pale face, and a sense of sympathy rose in her heart.

The thought of this beautiful life passing away before her eyes made her feel irrepressible sadness.

- Three days later in the morning

Shen Jieyu's breathing suddenly became extremely heavy, Chu Yuxi heard the sound and immediately came to see Shen Jieyu, but Shen Jieyu spoke at this time: "Sister, as soon as this harem enters...... It's as deep as the sea. ”

"I'm really worried, how are you going to survive in this harem?" She grabbed Shen Jieyu's outstretched hand and opened her eyes, her eyes full of pity.

"Sister, I have seen through here, sister, you must also remember, don't be too much, too kind."

Shen Jieyu coughed suddenly, and then couldn't say a word.

Chu Yuxi patted Shen Jieyu's back, trying to relieve her, but it had no effect.

Slowly, Shen Jieyu's already gray eyes lost the reflective ability they possessed, and Shen Jieyu's hand holding Chu Yuxi gradually let go.

Then, hanging limply.

Chu Yuxi looked at Shen Jieyu, looking at her eyes that were still open, she sighed, put Shen Jieyu flat on the bed, and closed her eyes for her.

After doing this, she turned around.

Seeing a fresh life disappear in front of her eyes, no one's heart will feel good, not to mention that this way of dying may be her way of dying.

Thinking of this, she hated the murderer who killed Shen Jieyu even more.

She went to the window, wrote a letter and handed it to the pigeon.

The pigeon flew away with the letter.

Shen Jieyu's death did not cause too many waves, and only Chu Yuxi and Jiang Qing, who got the letter, knew the specific time of her death.

In the afternoon, Jiang Qing walked quickly to Chu Yuxi's palace, and after making a report, he entered Chu Yuxi's palace gate.

Jiang Qing looked at Shen Jieyu's corpse lying on the bed, and the grief and indignation that had been suppressed in the past three days rose again.

Chu Yuxi didn't say anything and drank tea on the side, but there was still a trace of tiredness in her eyes.

Jiang Qing thought about the information on the treatment of this disease that seemed to have been specially erased, and a sense of powerlessness came over him.

"Yan Jieyu is rumored to have been poisoned," he looked slightly listless, his eyelids drooping.

Hearing this, Chu Yuxi looked at Jiang Qing, Jiang Qing lowered his head and muttered, as if he was a robot, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

"I heard that she may have a miscarriage this time." Jiang Qing continued, hearing this, Chu Yuxi also barely cheered up.

Next to her was rice paper and brushes, as well as the ink that the maid had sharpened.

Jiang Qing thought about it for a long time, and thought about it for a long time, Chu Yuxi was not in a hurry, just waited by the side.

Jiang Qing suddenly raised his head, and the sun shone on his face, making the resolute expression on his face clear: "Really." Because no one dares to deceive the emperor, especially such a ruthless emperor. ”

Hearing what Jiang Qing said, Chu Yuxi was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything more.

Because she felt the perseverance on Jiang Qing's face, I was afraid that it was more than that, Jiang Qing said goodbye to Chu Yuxi, and when she went out, Chu Yuxi looked at Jiang Qing's back and thought about it.