This is a secret medicine that the trustee sent a message to the outside of the palace a few days ago, and asked for it from Doctor Hu, which can make people suffer from abdominal pain and chills all over the body, and it lasts for an hour, but there is no other harm, and it will not hurt the root.

Yu Qing was also amazed when she heard about the effect, isn't this a must-have product for pretending to be sick, she plans to use this to deal with the emperor who is a scoundrel and uses it to stay overnight in the future.

"At that time, if the little master really can't stand it, he will quietly tell the slave and maid, and the slave and maid will give you an antidote."

Wanhe said that the painkiller that was sent with this bottle of pain-making secret medicine can relieve the symptoms after taking it, slowly calm down, and soon return to normal, no longer suffering from pain.

But Yuqing didn't plan to use it at all, she had to act realistically, so as not to make the emperor feel distressed, how could she punish Concubine Jia ruthlessly.

She guessed that Concubine Jia would poison, no matter who she wanted to poison, Yu Qing would not let Feng Jingyuan take the risk.

Therefore, even if it is in the milk porridge, she has to find an excuse to drink it.

Since you want the fish to take the bait, it is better to make a plan, pretend to be poisoned, and lead to the truth of the matter.

The effect of this medicine came really quickly, and several people were already sweating on their foreheads when they spoke, and a little tingling in their abdomen gradually turned into colic, and the two flowers knew whether they had to do it as a last resort or were distressed and worried.

"Sister Xiyue, you go and invite the emperor, and I will invite Imperial Doctor Meng."

Wanhe wanted to help Yuqing lie down on the bed, maybe she could be more comfortable and relieved.

Who knew that Yu Qing couldn't lie down at all, her body bowed together, her hands tightly grasped the edge of the bed, and she buckled a piece of paint.

Seeing Yu Qing suffering, they were not feeling good, and they couldn't delay any longer.

The two had a clear division of labor, and hurriedly set off, one ran to the Qinzheng Palace, and the other ran to the Tai Hospital.

There was already a mess in the Wenhua Palace, first the imperial doctor arrived, and not long after, the emperor also hurried over.

The emperor's pace was tight, and he hurried slowly along the way, so he almost ran directly under the corridor of the palace wall despite Deyi, and when he arrived at Wenhua Palace, he didn't give the little eunuch a chance to sing, and went straight to the main house.

Yu Qing lay on her side on the bed, her body curled up in an arch shape, holding her stomach with one hand and the sheets with the other.

The pale little face was almost bloodless, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, still biting his lip desperately to prevent himself from exhaling in pain.

Looking at Yu Qing like this, the emperor's heart seemed to be cramping, sitting on the edge of the bed, and his big hand touched Yu Qing's cheek and was startled: "Why is it so cold!" What's going on? ”

Meng Qingxuan took a step earlier, and when the emperor sat down, he just finished taking the pulse, got up and stepped back, knelt down and replied: "Back to the emperor, the pulse of the noble person should be caused by poisoning." ”

"Obviously, she just came back from the Qinzheng Palace, how could she be poisoned, who was so bold that she dared to poison her!" The emperor's brows were deeply locked, like a knot that could not be untied, and his voice was full of coldness.

"Your Majesty, after the little master came back, he sat on the side couch and talked to the slaves and maids, but somehow, suddenly his abdomen throbbed and he fell to the ground, which frightened the slaves and maids."

Xiyue cried out of breath and replied intermittently.

Even if he knew that Yu Qing was doing drama for the next plan, the pain was real, how could he not be in a hurry.

But he still remembered Yu Qing's instructions, and while speaking, he raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the side couch to guide the emperor to look over.

There was a small cup on the low table in the middle of the side couch, and the lid was still upside down, as if the contents of the cup had been eaten, and the emperor asked, "What have your nobles eaten?" ”

"It's the milk porridge that the little lord ordered to give the little prince warm before going out, but the little prince has been asleep, and the little lord happened to be hungry, so he ate it." Xiyue said with a sob.

"Show it to me." Meng Qingxuan said.

As soon as the words fell, Wan He took the small cup and handed it to Meng Qingxuan.

There was still a little scrap at the bottom of the cup, Meng Qingxuan scooped a little bit with a spoon and sniffed it under his nose, frowned, and then dipped it into the tip of his tongue with his fingertips, tasted it, and quickly took out the silk handkerchief in his arms, and spit out the things in his mouth.

"Your Majesty, this contains broken intestine grass, which can make people feel dizzy and dizzy, and slowly die of respiratory failure, but the amount contained in this porridge is very light, so Qing Gui is only suffering from unbearable abdominal pain, otherwise I am afraid that it would have been ...... long ago."

Meng Qingxuan didn't finish speaking, but presumably the emperor already understood the meaning, if the dosage was large enough, Qing Guiren was afraid that he would have died in Huangquan and died.

The emperor's face was gloomy, and before he could ask, he heard Xiyue exclaim, "Your Majesty! This porridge was originally boiled for the little prince! ”

Hearing this, the emperor's face darkened even more, "Imperial Doctor Meng, I ask you, if Jingyuan uses this porridge, according to the amount of medicine, what should I do?" ”

Meng Qingxuan raised his eyes and looked into the emperor's eyes, and replied firmly, "If you are a child who is less than a week, the amount of medicine is enough to kill you instantly." ”

The emperor was furious, stepped forward and snatched the small cup in Meng Qingxuan's hand and smashed it out, and the porcelain pieces were torn apart.

It is already obvious that someone wants to poison Feng Jingyuan, no wonder the poison of the porridge is light, it was originally according to the dosage that is enough for children to kill, and adults can't hurt their lives if they drink it

In this way, it also explains why Yuqing only has abdominal pain after drinking.

"Who boiled it, and who sent it, and the people who handled it were strictly investigated by me one by one, and the person who poisoned them must be found!"

The emperor ordered to sit back on the edge of the bed, lightly holding Yu Qing's hair, even if her hair was all drenched, she had no dislike.

"Back to the emperor, there is only Chunlan in the small kitchen these days, who is responsible for the porridge of the little prince, and after cooking, she will send it directly, and no one else will handle it." Wanhe stepped forward and said.

"Bring it on."

He knew about Wenhua Palace's handling of the palace maid a few days ago, and the emperor's tone had gradually calmed down, but his eyes were swept with ink, and he couldn't see it at a glance.

"It's sunny, it's sunny, don't be afraid, I'm here."

The emperor called softly to Yu Qing, and the movements of his hands became more and more gentle.

It's just that Yu Qing seems to be in so much pain that she loses consciousness, and she can't hear the emperor call her at all, but her body reacts subconsciously because of the pain.

"There is a way to alleviate it." The emperor still looked at Yu Qing, but said to Meng Qingxuan.

"This ...... The minister will prescribe the prescription at his discretion, but the herb is domineering, and Weichen can only say that he does his best. ”

Meng Qingxuanfu clasped the ground, and he didn't dare to get up without an answer from the emperor.

Under normal circumstances, after a certain period of time, the effect of the drug will dissipate in the human body, and the pain will disappear naturally, and there is no need for medication at all.

He knew that the emperor attached great importance to the Qing nobles and didn't want the Qing nobles to suffer all the time, but he really couldn't guarantee that the medicine would cure the disease, so he could only tell the truth.

"Go ahead."

After a while, the emperor said that there was one thing that he probably didn't want to see Yu Qing hurt so much.

The emperor spoke, and Meng Qingxuan dared to get up.

Xiyue had already prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and placed them on the table outside one by one, Meng Qingxuan sat down with the pen and began to seriously consider how to use medicine.

Chunlan heard the commotion in the small kitchen and walked out, excited that it was not done, and bumped into a little eunuch with a basin of water.

grabbed someone's arm and asked, "What's the commotion in the yard, is something wrong?" ”

"Don't stop me, there's hot water waiting in the main house!"

The little eunuch brushed Chunlan's hand away, ignored it, took the kettle on the stove, poured hot water, and ran out.

"Huh! What are you guys doing! Let me go! Chunlan chased out, but no one caught up, and bumped into two eunuchs head-on, and without pretense, Chunlan picked up Chunlan and walked to the main house.

Chunlan was pressed to her knees, and was just about to struggle, when she looked up and saw a pair of bright yellow jujube soap boots.

At the top is the majestic dragon robe, and at the end is a pair of eyes that steal the cold, Your Majesty!

"You're Chunlan?" The emperor asked.

"Back to the emperor, the slave is Chunlan."

Chunlan had never seen the emperor's majesty in person, and now she was so frightened that her heart and liver were trembling.

"The imperial doctor said that the porridge you cooked for the little prince contained poison, and you explained it to me." The emperor stared at Chunlan and asked in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, the slave has been wronged!"

Chunlan was excited for a while, and suddenly looked up and saw the bloodless Yu Qing on the bed, she was shocked, and hurriedly lowered her head: "The slave and maid just follow the instructions of the little master, and cook milk porridge for the little prince every day, it was good in the past, and the slave and maid don't know why something went wrong today." ”

"You are talking nonsense, the poison is in the milk porridge, you are responsible for the whole process, no one else handles it, it is not you who poisoned the little prince, who else can it be!"

Xiyue spoke out angrily and pointed at Chunlan and scolded loudly.

"Aunt Xiyue is the aunt in charge of the palace, she really wants to put the blame on the slave and maid with red mouth and white teeth, the slave and maid are really speechless, please let the emperor know it!"

Chunlan cried and cried out for wrong, lying on the ground and kowtowing, revealing an emerald jade bracelet on her wrist.

Xiyue stepped forward and grabbed her wrist and asked, "You are just a rough envoy in the palace, how did you get such a precious jade bracelet, at least one hundred and eighty taels." ”

Chunlan pulled down her cuffs in a panic, trying to cover her ears and steal the bell to cover the bracelet, glanced at the emperor, saw that the emperor was staring at her, and hurriedly explained.

"Aunt Xiyue didn't forget, the little master also asked in the past, the slave and maid returned, this is the relic of the slave and maid's mother, so she has been wearing it on her body, this thing has nothing to do with this matter, why did Aunt Xiyue take the opportunity to make trouble."

Xue Gui also saw it, he wanted to have a good memory, and he recognized what it was at a glance, so he leaned over slightly and said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, look at this ......"

"Hmm."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the emperor answer, and the emperor also remembered that this Chunlan was really lying.

"Bold slave maid, the emperor also dares to talk nonsense, this is clearly the jade jade bracelet that Yunnan paid tribute to last year, it was originally a pair, and the emperor rewarded Concubine Jia, how could there be one in you, and lied that it was your mother's relic, saying, is it stolen!" Xue Gui asked sharply.

"The slave remembered that when she accompanied the little master to attend Concubine Jia's birthday banquet before, she seemed to have seen an identical emerald bracelet on the wrist of Concubine Jia's personal maid Xiuchun."

Xiyue looked at Chunlan who looked flustered and said.

Now Chunlan is completely panicked, she has always loved vanity and greedy for money.

At first, I got this emerald bracelet and was cautious, only occasionally wearing it, and then I saw that no one paid attention to it, so I wore it on my wrist every day.

"Your Majesty, the slave confesses, the slave confesses!" Chunlan couldn't stop kowtowing, and finally let go and tell the truth.