After Long Zixing came out with the order, thinking that his father was still sick, he couldn't help but feel depressed and irritable, so he walked towards the side hall where Anqing was. Pushing open the door, I saw An Qing burying his head in front of the table to prepare medicines, and there were all kinds of medicines on the table, as well as some medicinal powders of different colors.

An Qing heard the sound of pushing the door, looked up, and hurriedly put down the work in his hand and stepped forward to greet him.

"Anqing, I want you to tell me the truth. Long Zixing looked at the medicines on the table with a grim expression.

An Qing immediately knelt on the ground and said, "Your Highness just asks, and Your Majesty knows everything." ”

Long Zixing grabbed the medicine on the table and sniffed it, "I see that you dispense medicine here every day, why doesn't my father see any improvement after taking it?"

"Your Highness, the current formula is mainly to suspend His Majesty's body aches and conditions, so as to help him sleep peacefully. ”

In other words, there is no way for you to cure your father's illness. Long Zixing looked at An Qing coldly, "It's been two years, you are the sixth chief imperial doctor, so many of you come and go, but you can't even understand the cause of your father's illness, some say it's caused by wind and cold, some say it's bad things in your bones, and some can't say anything at all, what's the use of you?"

An Qing bowed his head to the ground: "It's your subordinates who are incompetent! But please punish Your Highness!"

"I know that you were introduced to the palace as an imperial doctor, who introduced you?"

"It's Lord Yuan, the governor of Baihua Province. ”

Long Zixing remembered that Yuan Dawei had arrived in the royal capital earlier, and made a special trip to visit his father, groaning for a while, and without saying anything, he turned around and walked out of the side hall. He did not convey his father's order to the eunuchs, and he planned to personally go to the Seven Fragrance Hall to summon Long Qinglian.

His third sister nested in the dormitory as usual, rarely sitting at the stone table in the courtyard reading a book, the attendant Xiao Song shook her fan again, and Lan Yi stood at the table to peel grapes for her.

"Third sister is so interested, I hope I didn't disturb you. With a smile on his face, he sat down on the stone bench next to the stone table.

Long Qinglian raised her head and gave him a smile back.

When Long Zixing saw her face, he let out an exclamation, as if he had seen some terrifying monster, "Third sister...... You ......"

She giggled, and she held her belly mischievously and made exaggerated gestures, which made her laugh so hard that she would have almost fallen to the ground if the waiter hadn't lost his fan to help her.

Long Zixing had never seen the third sister smile like this in his memory, this is the third sister's voice is good, but this face is not her face.

This face was exactly the same as Lan Yi, if it weren't for Long Qinglian wearing the pink silk dress he was familiar with embroidered with purple thread, he would have regarded her as the second Lan Yi.

The waiter Xiao Song couldn't help laughing, but Lan Yi couldn't help laughing when she saw her master's appearance, and she immediately noticed her rudeness again, so she had to hold back her smile.

"Good brother, do you see if I have become a different person?" It was indeed Long Qinglian's voice, but it spit out from Lan Yi's mouth.

"Third sister, this voice is you, but ......" Long Zixing was still confused, he remembered the story of the face-changing monster that his nurse told him before. Legend has it that in the depths of the swamp there is a monster that can steal someone's face, change it to their own, and then use it to trick that person's relatives into killing them one by one with the utmost cruelty. Of course, the father does not allow the wet nurses to tell this kind of horror story, but how can the wet nurse survive the repeated requests of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to pursue new and exciting things. The stories he heard as a child were ingrained in his heart, and although he was getting older and knew that the stories might not be true, he never doubted the legend of the face-changing monster.

Long Qinglian turned her head, her long black hair shiny like satin, she turned her back to him, stretched out her hand and pounded her face for a while, he was wondering what she had done, she turned back, "What now?"

Now she was Long Qinglian again, and that ugly but kind face replaced Lan Yi's beautiful face.

Long Zixing's face was full of suspicion: "Third sister, this is the legendary disguise technique, right?"

The third sister looked proud: "You're right! This is my grandfather's craft, he passed it on to my uncle, and he passed it on to my mother, and then my mother passed it on to me." When it came to "Mom", her expression turned cloudy, but it was only for a moment, "She has been refusing to teach me before, and she only agreed to let me learn half a month ago, and I am thinking about it at home these days, and I only completed my first work yesterday, of course, I took Lan Yi to try it out, and I didn't expect it to be so similar." ”

"Master Lao Guojiang is really amazing! Princess Jinyu's father, Pei Kai, is a former national craftsman, and now he has returned to his hometown, enjoying Qingfu in Yuanjing, the capital of his hometown Giant Hammer Province, his superb skills are famous throughout the country, but Long Zixing never knew that he would also be disguised, this ancient skill is considered by many people to have long been lost. Princess Jinyu's willingness to teach the third sister this secret technique also made him happy. The princess and her daughter don't get along very well, and the strange temperament of the third sister makes her helpless, and she gets angry all day long, which is a well-known thing in the harem.

"Hehe, do you want me to make your face too, I'll take me with you to see my father, I will definitely stunned my father!" She had forgotten that her father was now too weak to be frightened. It was rare to see her happy, and he couldn't say anything to blame, but said, "Don't do it, it's scary to see another self." ”

"So you're so cowardly!" the third sister chuckled.

"Third sister, in fact, I came here to spread the word, and my father wants to see you. I wanted to see you, so I didn't ask the eunuch to come, I came myself. ”

Long Qinglian clapped her hands and said, "Then I'll still pretend to be Lan Yi, do you say okay?"

He had to pretend to be stern, "It's not good, my father is still sick, you will scare him." Third sister, my father seems to have a gift for you, go quickly, I'll go back to the Yingwu Palace. ”

He came out and got into the sedan chair, opened the small window and said to Ding Ming: "You go to the guard station, Xuan Wancheng comes to see me, if Wancheng is not there, Cheng Feng can also ask them as soon as possible." ”

Ding Ming was fast and quick, and soon after Long Zixing returned to the Yingwu Palace, Ding Ming led Cheng Feng to see him.

There are a total of 400 people in the Longjun Escort Regiment, with one chief guard and one secondary guard, these two positions are the chief and deputy commanders, and there are six sword commanders under them, these eight people are collectively known as the eight sword guards. Each sword guard commands fifty dragon guards, who are on duty in the inner palace in shifts, and in addition to the dragon king, they also protect the queen and concubine, as well as the princess and the crown prince.

In addition to Yu Jian and Yan Ji, the other six swordsmen were Wan Cheng, Cheng Feng, Tian Pan, Guo Xuan, Qi Shaoyu and Duan Zhenyue. Among the six, Wan Cheng is the oldest, fifty-seven years old, followed by fifty-four-year-old Cheng Feng, in addition to Yu Jian, Long Zixing trusts these two people the most.

Although Cheng Feng is over fifty years old, he is still a respectable warrior. His silver-scaled armor was always polished and neat, just like his man. The shaving-soaked black hair was neatly combed back, and there was not a single hair on a serious face except for the thick black eyebrows and the short whiskers on the upper lip and chin. Long Zixing once curiously asked him why he dressed meticulously every time, and the answer he heard was: A neat appearance is first of all a kind of etiquette, and only the most noble etiquette is worthy of serving the royal family.

Wan Cheng is careful, Cheng Feng is rigorous. The two guards became more reliable as they grew older, and my father often said that there was little disappointment in the tasks entrusted to them. So Long Zixing decided that this matter should also be handed over to one of them.

He sat in the hall and saw Cheng Feng coming in, shaking his hand to dispense with etiquette, although Cheng Feng did not kneel, he still bowed deeply.

"Summoned by His Royal Highness, His Majesty Cheng Feng has arrived. ”

Long Zixing gave the seat, and after the attendant put on the cold juice, he withdrew all the people, including Ding Ming, before saying, "I announce that you are here, because there is a very confidential thing for you to do." He has always respected Cheng Feng and Wan Cheng and called him honorific.

"Your Majesty listens to orders. "The most admirable thing about Cheng Feng is that he doesn't say superfluous words, let alone do superfluous things.

"In the name of the dragon god, you hereby swear that nothing you hear today will be leaked to others. ”

Cheng Feng knelt down and swore an oath: "The dragon god is above, and the servant Cheng Feng swears here: listen to His Royal Highness the Prince, and what His Royal Highness says today, His Majesty will never leak it." ”

"Very good, you can sit. Long Zixing pushed a glass of chilled watermelon juice in front of Cheng Feng, "Please tell me everything you know." ”

"Your Majesty knows everything, and you can't say anything. ”

"Do you remember the chief imperial physician when my father was just sick?"

"Your Majesty remembers that Wan Qiannan of Baishui Port in Donghu Province. Cheng Feng replied immediately.

"What about the imperial physician after him?" Long Zixing asked again.

"Chen Jincang of Whitewater Harbor. ”

"One more later?"

"Gao Youzhao of Daping Fort, Chishan Province. ”

"Who's next?"

"Guan Shizong of Jinju Province Governor Fence City. Cheng Feng replied fluently.

Cheng Feng is Cheng Feng. Long Zixing nodded again and again. "You have a good memory. I remember that the one before Anqing was Zhang Dayuan from the Hundred Flowers City. Do you remember who recommended them to the palace?"

Cheng Feng pondered for a while, "Your Majesty can't be completely sure, but according to convention, the imperial doctor is selected by the cabinet and the provincial governors of each province through the talent introduction system. ”

Talent introduction system, this is a shortcut for local talents to enter the royal capital, but Luo Zhong of the Northern Desert did not get this opportunity, he was vetoed by the second uncle. "In two years, six chief imperial doctors, I think it's unusual to change people so frequently. Wan Jinan was already in charge of the imperial infirmary when his father was still the crown prince, and his medical skills were known as unparalleled in the world. Moreover, Baishuigang is the capital of medical technology, and after Wan Qiannan, Chen Jincang was not able to cure his father's illness. At first, my father seemed to be suffering from just a minor ailment, which could be cured with a little recuperation. But after six chief imperial physicians in a row were helpless about this disease, was it really so strange that even all the famous doctors in the kingdom could not diagnose it? The medical certificates they issued at that time were all stored in the imperial infirmary, and I had read them all, but they were not what I wanted. What I want you to do is to go to these five former chief imperial physicians and ask them what their diagnosis was at that time, who recommended them to enter the palace, and who told them that they should leave. ”

He took a sip of the juice, moistened his lips, and continued, "You must get the truth from them, no matter what method you use. Be detailed, be fast. Yan Ji, I'll explain it to you. ”

"Your Majesty has an order, and you will set off tomorrow morning. ”

Cheng Feng couldn't see any other expressions on his face, except that he was serious or serious. No matter what he heard, Cheng Feng was like this, as if he was never surprised. It's really like Yan Ji, but Yan Ji always gives him a cold feeling, and Cheng Feng still has some kindness.

"How long will it take you to do this? Is a month enough?"

His Majesty is not sure of this. However, they are all famous doctors, so it should not be difficult to find. ”

"Then I'll wait for your news. Long Zixing saw that the cup of watermelon juice in front of Cheng Feng hadn't been touched yet, "Drink it." ”

Cheng Feng picked up the glass and drank it all.

"It's sweet, isn't it?" said Long Zixing with a smile. You should taste a little more sweetness, and there will be less bitterness.

"It's sweet. Cheng Feng nodded.

"You should drink more, drink less. In his opinion, the only thing that Cheng Feng is not good about is good wine, although he is still very modest. "Drink less for at least the next month. ”

"Your Majesty has given the order. Cheng Feng bowed and saluted, and Long Zixing could see his own shadow from the silver scale armor on his body. The shadow was hazy, for the scales were painted with a dragon hidden in the clouds, and his shadow and the dragon were wonderfully intertwined.

The shadows in the clouds, like the yellow shadows in the vineyards, faintly reflected in the eyes, lingered.

He forbade himself to think of those.

It wasn't just the dragon that was hidden in the clouds, there were other things, and like his shadow, it was blurry and couldn't be seen clearly. But he was sure that the shadows existed.

The shadow has always been there, since that day. Faintly, reflected in the heart, lingering.

He'll forget about those. He could.

He now has more important things to do. Starting from the different colors of powder he saw in Anqing, a bold and terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind. Some medicinal powders can save people, but can they still harm people? Why do prescriptions that have been mixed many times never have the desired effect?

Something he doesn't know yet is hiding in this cloud, and now it's time to clear the cloud. He wants to dig out the truth.

He is the son of the dragon.