Chen Ao was taken aback, holding the small porcelain vase in his hand, and he was also a little apprehensive.

Zhao Ling told him that Feng Hu had a medicine in his hand, and after taking it, it would make people's breath weak, slow down their pulse, and drop their body temperature. After a certain point, it is no different from a dead man.

Zhao Ling said that what Zhao Heng couldn't give up was his feelings for Yunlu. Only by making her give up her life can the grievances and entanglements be brought to an end.

Of course, Zhao Ling didn't really want Yunlu to die. The method she wanted to use was this strange medicine in Feng Hu's hand to make Yunlu fall into a state of suspended animation. As long as Zhao Heng believes that Yun Lu is dead, his feelings for Yun Lu and his scruples about Yun Lu's assassination will dissipate with the wind.

But Feng Hu's reminder made Chen Ao hesitate a little. The effect of this medicine is so strong that it can only last for an hour at most. Is one hour enough for them to get Yunlu's "corpse" out of the palace? Chen Ao was not sure.

But now there seems to be no better way except for the method proposed by Zhao Ling. Chen Ao did not hesitate and hurried to the palace. After the briefing, Chen Ao saw Zhao Heng. After the salute, Zhao Heng asked very unspiritedly, "Why are you here again?"

Chen Ao had no choice but to use Zhao Ling as an excuse and said: "I settled those friends in the rivers and lakes, and hurried into the palace to see Zhao Ling......"

Zhao Heng put the teacup in his hand on the table to vent the depression in his heart. Chen Ao knew that Zhao Heng was now like a lovelorn old man, who couldn't see others showing affection. It's just that Zhao Heng has a weak personality and doesn't like to use power to oppress others, so he has to endure it himself.

Chen Ao suddenly felt a little sorry for this loyal emperor. It stands to reason that Zhao Heng has supreme authority. But not only did he offend him repeatedly, but he also kidnapped his niece, and now he has to find a way to get his beloved woman away.

But guilt is guilt, and business still has to be done. He said goodbye to Zhao Heng, went straight to Zhao Ling, and quietly handed over the medicine bottle to her.

Yunlu had already woken up and sat in the courtyard with a lonely expression. And Zhao Ling always looked at her vigilantly, so as not to let Yunlu think about it. Chen Ao didn't meet with Yun Lu, and discussed with Zhao Ling in a whisper, then hid aside.

According to their plan in advance, Zhao Ling would quietly give the medicine to Yunlu. After the effect of the medicine took effect, he reported to Zhao Heng. It was said that Yunlu took advantage of their unpreparedness and committed suicide by taking poison. As long as you get the body out of the palace as soon as possible, you can revive her again.

Chen Ao found a place in the garden to sit down, and happened to see the movement in the courtyard wall through the moon gate. He saw Zhao Ling put a small pill into the tea and gave it to Yun Lu to drink. After a few moments, Yunlu fell limply to the ground.

Chen Ao's heart suddenly lifted, and he rushed towards the palace where Zhao Heng was resting. Everything really developed in the direction of the pre-imagined, Zhao Heng heard that Yunlu had committed suicide, and immediately rushed to the scene, and several gray-haired old ladies were also half-carried and half-dragged by several little eunuchs.

Zhao Heng looked at Yunlu's pale face, there was no trace of blood, and he was already panicked. Several imperial physicians took turns to check their pulses, carefully checked them again, looked at each other, and did not dare to speak.

Zhao Ling confessed to Zhao Heng on the side, saying that she had been watching Yun Lu, so that she had no chance to commit suicide, but as soon as Chen Ao came, the two went out to talk for a while, and Yun Lu took the opportunity to take the poison.

There is no flaw in the fabrication of the lie, Yun Lu is bent on death, and Zhao Heng also knows it. Chen Ao also pleaded guilty again and again, but his eyes secretly observed those imperial doctors.

These people can be regarded as the top medical figures, and the effect of the drug cannot reach the point of being fake. Chen Ao himself was a student of forensic medicine, and he could quickly determine that Yunlu was not really dead. This drug apparently minimizes the body's metabolic activity and weakens the body's surface vital features. It's more of a hibernation-like state.

I just don't know if the medical skills of this era can be judged. Or maybe these people only diagnose the living, never treat the dead, and do not know some of the basic characteristics of human death. Chen Ao can only hope for these two points.

But he overlooked a more important factor. Although these imperial doctors are all doctors who save lives and help the wounded, they are treating the relatives of the emperor. They are not so much doctors as a bunch of bureaucrats. If Chen Ao thought of this, he would immediately put his mind at ease, because it was impossible for these imperial doctors to tell the truth.

Because these people know the truth of prudence, especially at such an age, they do not seek merit, but seek no fault. They had no way to tell whether Yunlu was really dead or faked, and could only unanimously say that Yunlu was dead. Because if anyone says that Yunlu is still saved, but he has not been saved, then the responsibility is too great. Anyway, now Yunlu is taking poison by herself, and it has nothing to do with them. Why should these people take the risk?

Sure enough, several imperial doctors exchanged a look with each other, and the leader reported: "Your Majesty, please forgive the old minister's medical skills are not perfect, and it is difficult to bring the dead back to life!"

Zhao Heng's heart was in turmoil, and he was panicked. Chen Ao was worried that he would find a flaw, so he kept pleading: "Your Majesty, it's all my fault that I am not good, and I can't take a good look at Miss Yunlu......"

Zhao Heng stood there for a long time before waving his hand dejectedly and said, "She has no interest in this world, and she is bent on death, so it's no wonder you...... After all, I was too cowardly, alas......"

Seeing Zhao Heng so lonely, Chen Ao's heart was gloomy. But it has come to this, but it cannot be abandoned halfway. Chen Ao had no choice but to persuade: "Your Majesty, people can't be resurrected after death, so please mourn and change." It's not appropriate to put Miss Yunlu's body here, so it's better for me to take her out of the palace. ”

In fact, Chen Ao knew that it was already very suspicious to say this now. But he couldn't help it, after such a long toss, forty or fifty minutes had passed. Yunlu's state of suspended animation lasted for an hour at most, that is, two hours. If you don't take her out of the palace soon, I'm afraid it will be too late.

Fortunately, Zhao Heng was immersed in grief and did not notice any suspicion. He stared at Yunlu's beautiful face in a daze, very reluctant. He shook his head and said, "No...... I will bury her with the rites of an imperial concubine!"

Chen Ao was secretly taken aback, thinking that if you do this, then fake death will become real death.

He hurriedly persuaded: "No, no. Your Majesty, Miss Yunlu is just the daughter of a criminal minister, and she has the intention of assassination. If you are buried with the etiquette of an imperial concubine, I am afraid it will cause criticism!"

Zhao Heng said angrily: "Who dares to criticize? I just want to give her a name! She is dead, can't I do this for her?"

Chen Ao was speechless, for fear that if he continued to talk about it, he would really anger Zhao Heng.

Seeing this, Zhao Ling couldn't help but step forward and put his arm around Zhao Heng, and said gently: "Your Majesty, uncle, have you thought that if you do this, will Miss Yunlu be happy?"

Zhao Heng was stunned and looked at Zhao Ling blankly. Zhao Ling said again: "Miss Yun had a deep grudge against you when she was alive, I'm afraid that even if she died, she wouldn't be willing to accept your arrangement, right?" ”

Zhao Heng was silent for a while, and finally sighed softly, and the hand that was originally clenched into a fist due to excitement also drooped down, waved slightly, and said, "Forget it...... Xiaoling is right. Chen Ao, you ...... Bury her next to her father for me......"