As for food, His Majesty was surrounded by people who tested poison, silver needles, and imperial doctors.

It is first probed by a silver needle, then tested by a doctor, and finally taken by a person who tests the poison.

Only at last will it enter the mouth of His Majesty.

But it is very probable that the juice of the flowers, especially the powder of the stamens, was brought by someone, and then inadvertently contaminated with something, and then contaminated with His Majesty.

Although you can't poison people all at once, fifteen years is enough.

Di Ying remembered: That time when he urgently treated His Majesty who was convulsed and breathless, he took the pulse for His Majesty.

There are signs of yin deficiency and fire, urging the liver to fry the fire, and at the same time, there are also signs of kidney deficiency and fullness. It has been weakened to the point of damage.

And His Majesty's frequent contact with the face-to-face leaders is probably also affected by the symptoms of the false impotence.

If this continues, His Majesty will have more and more convulsions and hold his breath, and each time it will be more and more dangerous.

From the kidneys can't be saved, to the liver and heart can't be saved, and then to the life can't be saved.

No wonder His Majesty's temper is getting worse and worse, and he always has a headache.

It is estimated that it will not be long before His Majesty will suffer from the same illness as Grandma Miao. But the danger is a hundred times higher than that of Grandma Miao.

There is a high probability: direct swallowing.

And to determine whether all this was caused by those rare flowers, Di Ying had to go and check it out in person.

But now is not the season for those dozen or so trees to bloom.

After the dark clouds sent the master to the place like a lightning speed, he saw the master standing under the tree, looking at the top of the tree and was stunned.

Now it's just the beginning of March, and the trees are full of bare girls, and there is not even a single dead leaf. Only a few, dotted with small buds of leaves, quietly revealing a slight greenery.

Di Ying stared at the almost imperceptible greenery, rolled up her sleeves and legs, and prepared to climb the tree.

Plants are one of the stranger types of life.

Whether it is a tree or a grass, it is possible that both a spear and a shield exist in themselves.

For example, leaves can kill, fruits can save people;

The roots of trees can save people, and the bark of trees can kill.

Or: flowers can hurt people, leaves can nourish people.

In short, there is less unity, and there is less unity.

Di Ying was thinking: If the flowers of this tree are harmful, then its leaves may be able to save people.

He'd have to climb up and get a bud to taste.

Peng Liang, who was beside him, saw that the adult was hugging the tree and holding his legs, so he jumped up very well and broke off a branch from the tree.

Then, with smiling starry eyes, he looked at the adults of his family.

Di Ying: "......"

He let go of his hand holding the tree and was about to pick up the branch when he suddenly felt something wrong.

Twisting his neck and staring at the tree.

The trunk is not very thick, about the waist thickness of a normal middle-aged man.

But there are quite a few notches on the trunk.

It looks like a mark from a sharper blade. And every trace is engraved in a ring. It's just going around the tree.

It's round enough, but it's not flat enough. It's a little sloping. At the bottom of the slope, there is a triangular opening, and there are traces of growth.

In other words, if you count it as a whole, it will look like a scoop with an open mouth.

Such a notch is made every thirty centimeters on the trunk of the tree.

And the old and the new are different.

Some have already grown, leaving only faint interruptions on the bark; Some are only a third of the way out, and they're still relatively deep.

Di Ying touched the latest nick with her hand, twisted her fingers again, and then leaned on her stomach and sniffed with her nose.

Then, go and see the body of another tree next to it.

There are the same nicks on it.

The bodies of the dozen or so trees in this small valley all bear such notches.

Di Ying won't do it herself this time.

He asked Peng Liang to shine on those nicks and circumcisions.

After Peng Liang finished cutting, Di Ying took his knife and found that there was a faint, almost transparent unknown liquid on the knife.

He leaned in and sniffed closely.

The liquid has a faint sweet smell that smells indescribably good. It was the first time he'd smelled it.

Di Ying squatted down and rubbed the blade of the knife with hay.

But in just a few breaths, the transparent liquid seemed to show some signs of solidification.

It took Di Ying a little effort to rub the blade clean.

He handed the knife back to Peng Liang, and then he squatted there, looking up at Peng Liang's newly cut circumcision line.

Especially staring at the small gap in the circumcision.

After only about half a moment, a transparent liquid slowly came out, followed the circumcision line, flowed to the small gap, and then condensed into drops there.

Didn't fall off.

When it was in the shape of a droplet, that is, about half an hour later, it solidified.

Di Ying wanted to pick it off.

As soon as he stood up, he stumbled and almost hit the tree.

Thanks to Peng Liang's quick eyes, he caught him.

By the way, Peng Liang's other hand wanted to help the adult pick the droplet.

No, it should be called sap beads.

Di Ying stopped it with a sound.

"Don't touch it."

As he spoke, he stood firm, then took out a pair of thin leather gloves that he had kept in his bosom for the autopsy, put them on, and then reached out and pulled off the drop of sap.

New sap beads continue to form slowly.

Di Ying gently twisted the soft, almost transparent sap beads in her fingers, smelling the faint sweet aroma it emanated, and her eyes looked around.

He said loudly: "Who's going to get some live little prey?" ”

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen figures flashed out of the small valley from all directions.

In fact, it is not a small valley.

At best, it's a narrow valley.

On either side are steep cliffs, with high mountains in front and behind.

It's like a pile of steamed buns in the middle, on the winding route, there is just a slightly wider seam.

Life is always a miracle. They can struggle to survive anywhere. Even in such a place where it seems to see the light of day all year round, such trees have grown.

These trees and weeds have their own changes in order to adapt to the environment, climate and soil here.

The tree is straight and the branches are upward, giving the whole tree a clustered shape. There is only one goal: to strive to grow upwards to meet the sun.

Can these saps ......

Seems like bait.

Because just as the second drop of sap was about to form, a bee flew over.

It flapped its wings happily, excited to discover such a sweet food.

But instead of pounced on the sap beads, it flew to a point on that secant. It seems that it also knows that with its ability and size, it can't be too greedy.

However, it is useless not to be greedy.

It was glued to it.

It flapped its wings desperately, trying to struggle to get away.

But the more fluttering you are, the more sap you get on your wings.

Gradually, it lost its strength and its life.

And after it stopped moving, Di Ying found that the sap there had reduced its infiltration.

There was even a phenomenon of retraction.