At the beginning of April, Kaifeng City was gently wrapped in the growing summer mood and the fresh aroma of wheat.

It is the season of wheat filling, and the endless wheat fields are gently swaying in the breeze, as if the green sea of the earth whispers the impending harvest.

The drunken fairy building in the city, although not as famous as the famous drunken hibiscus, is also a time-honored brand that has been precipitated over the years, attracting an endless stream of diners with its unique wine and food and elegant atmosphere.

As the night gets darker, the lights of the Zuixian Tower are bright, which is in stark contrast to the surrounding houses.

In a private room on the second floor, the window is ajar, and the breeze brings in a slight coolness and the smell of vegetables wafting from the kitchen downstairs.

Qin Hui was sitting at the table at the moment, with a pot of hot wine and a few side dishes in front of him, as if he was waiting for some important person.

His eyes glanced at the door from time to time, and his gaze sharpened every time there was a sound of footsteps at the stairs.

Each time, however, it was nothing, and the footsteps eventually led to the other rooms.

Qin Hui's heart couldn't help but be a little anxious, but it was more of an emotion of expectation and nervousness.

After a while, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and then a figure wearing a hat and covering his face pushed the door in.

Seeing this, Qin Hui quietly put down the jade cup, walked to the door lightly, poked his head out and looked left and right, and confirmed that there was no suspicious person following, then he closed the door with confidence, turned around and returned to the table.

The man took off his hat and revealed a face with a scar, and although it was a little fierce, its eyes were shrewd.

He glanced at Qin Hui and asked straight to the point: "Boss Qin, come to me this time, is there any new task?" ”

Qin Hui smiled slightly, and said unhurriedly: "Brother, I know your ability, Han Fang's thing was done beautifully last time, and he didn't leave any clues." Well, this time, things are a little tricky, but if it happens, it will be just around the corner. ”

When the man heard this, a trace of greed and expectation flashed in his eyes, he licked his dry lips, and asked eagerly: "Boss Qin, don't sell it, let's talk about what the task is." ”

A hint of cunning flashed in Qin Hui's eyes, and he lowered his voice and said: "Her Royal Highness the princess Zhao Yingluo is secretly investigating Han Fang's death, this woman is extremely smart, if she finds out any clues, our good days will come to an end." So, your task is to find an opportunity to get rid of her without the gods knowing. ”

The man was taken aback, and his face changed slightly: "Get rid of the princess? This is no small matter! If you miss and get caught, it will be a great crime to destroy the Nine Clans! ”

Qin Hui sneered and said, "Hmph! Are you scared? Don't forget, your net worth and my lives are tied to the Emperor Zhao Gou. As long as he can return to the throne, you and I will be the founding heroes! When the time comes, you will be crowned with an official and a knight, and you will enjoy endless glory and wealth! Besides, if it had been done, who would have known that we had done it? ”

The man was moved by Qin Hui's words, but he was still a little hesitant and nervous at the thought of assassinating the princess.

He swallowed his saliva and said, "Boss Qin said it lightly, this princess is surrounded by masters like clouds, how can it be so easy to get close?" What's more, she must be a frightened bird now, and she is heavily guarded. ”

Qin Hui waved his hand and said, "You don't have to worry about this, I've already arranged it." In a few days, it will be the princess's birthday banquet, and then she will go out of the palace to get drunk and go to the banquet. I'll find a way to lure her guard away, all you have to do is sneak into the backyard of Drunken Fleur and wait for the right moment. ”

When the man heard this, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes and said, "Good! In that case, it is decided. When the time comes, Boss Qin, don't forget your promise. ”

After saying that, he put on his hat and turned around to leave.

"Wait!" Qin Hui suddenly stopped him, "Brother, stay here." As he spoke, he took out a gold medal from his bosom and handed it to him and said, "This is the waist card for entering and exiting the palace, you can put it away." Remember to be cautious and don't show your feet. ”

The man took the gold medal and glanced at it, then put it in his arms and said, "Boss Qin, don't worry." With that, he turned around and disappeared into the night.

And at this moment, in another hidden place in Kaifeng City, Zhao Zhen, the king of letters, was anxiously pacing back and forth.

Ever since Han Fang was killed, he had been unable to sleep, fearing that the Jin State assassins would strike again.

He knew very well how heavy the burden on his shoulders was, and once Her Royal Highness the princess had three long and two short, the Great Song would be turbulent.

"Lord Wang!" A deep voice interrupted Zhao Zhen's thoughts.

He looked up and saw that it was Wen Boyuan of the Imperial City Division. Wen Boyuan said with a solemn face: "Lord Wang, my subordinates have mobilized all the people who can be mobilized to investigate suspicious people inside and outside Kaifeng City. But nothing has been discovered yet. ”

Zhao Zhen sighed and said, "I know you've done your best. But this time the opponent is extraordinary, lurking in the shadows, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment. We must find them as soon as possible and pull out this thorn to keep Her Highness safe. ”

Wen Boyuan nodded and said, "The prince can rest assured that his subordinates will definitely handle this matter." ”

With that, he turned and left the room, blending into the night.

Kaifeng in April should have been a warm spring and full of vitality, but the imperial city was gloomy and miserable, and everyone was in danger.

The little emperor Zhao Yang suddenly fell ill in the past few days, and Zhao Yingluo, who was an aunt, was busy with government affairs, but also had to be distracted to take care of the young emperor, waiting in front of the imperial couch every day, worried.

And Zhao Yang's biological father, Emperor Zhao Gou, is a little indifferent, still playing with the concubines in the harem every day, and seems to have completely forgotten that he has a seriously ill son.

This made Zhao Yingluo even more dissatisfied, but she had no choice but to secretly hide this worry and anger in her heart.

Zhao Yang's mother, Concubine Pan Xian, watched her son become thinner and thinner, and her heart felt like she had been cut by a knife.

She stood by her son's bed every day, bursting into tears, praying that God would bless Zhao Yang with a safe recovery.

Concubine Pan Xian's father, Zhao Yang's grandfather Pan Yongshou, as a medical officer of the Hanlin Medical Bureau, did his best to diagnose and treat his grandson.

Zhao Yingluo came to Zhao Yang's sickbed, looking at the young emperor's pale face and shortness of breath, and her heart was also painful.

She asked Pan Yongshou how Zhao Yang's condition was, and Pan Yongshou said in a deep voice: "Your Royal Highness the princess, the official family is suffering from the wind and cold, and the high fever does not go away!" Lao Chen had tried everything he could think of, but he still couldn't get the high fever to go down. ”

Zhao Yingluo's heart sank, she knew that a high fever would cause serious consequences such as pneumonia, and might even endanger Zhao Yang's life.

However, in this era, there was no specific medicine that could quickly reduce fever as in later generations.

She was also in a hurry, but she didn't dare to show it on her face.

Zhao Yingluo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anxiety in her heart and said to Pan Yongshou: "Master Pan, you are the head of the imperial doctor, and this palace believes that you will be able to cure the illness of the official family." Now that the official family is seriously ill, the palace will do its best to provide the required medicinal materials and manpower and material support. All you need to do is concentrate on treating the officials. ”

Pan Yongshou bowed down and said: "Your Royal Highness the princess, rest assured, the official family is the grandson of the old minister, and the old minister will definitely do his best to treat the emperor." ”

As he spoke, he turned to the imperial doctors behind him and ordered, "You go and quickly fetch the precious medicinal materials in the inventory to decoct the little emperor!" In addition, send someone to the people to find a famous doctor's prescription! ”