Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 365 Jumping Ghosts and Summoning Witches
"Doctor Wei! Doctor Wei——"

In the side hall, a little maid rushed in hurriedly, shouting something.Cao Yushang glanced at the sick bed, straightened his clothes, and went out.

"What's the noise at night?"

The maid's complexion turned pale, and she knelt down.

"May the sage decide! I found this in Mrs. Zhang's cage..."

In the hand of the palace lady is a bamboo tube.

Doctor Wei carefully opened the lid of the tube, and inside were two wriggling worms, and a piece of paper with spells and Zhang Xueyi written on it was folded in between...

"Witch, witch Gu?"

Doctor Wei seemed to be bitten by something, his arm went numb, the bamboo tube in his hand fell to the ground, and two worms fell out, wriggling on the ground.

Cao Yushang frowned: "Speak clearly."

Doctor Wei did not dare to raise his head, his voice trembled slightly, "Back to the words of the sage, when I was young, I heard people say that the miasma in the south of the Five Ridges was filled with poisonous snakes and beasts. Only call the witch to dance ghost ears..."

Lingnan, miasma, jumping ghosts and summoning witches.

A face flashed through everyone's mind.

"Saint!" Meng Ning was even more blunt and said in horror: "Yesterday, our lady was well, and the official came over to look at it, and talked to the lady for a while...it suddenly broke out at night, this time It's so fierce that soup and medicine are useless."

After a pause, she swallowed her saliva, and looked at Cao Yushang as if mustering up her courage:
"My maidservant remembers that Miss Ayima said yesterday that she would invite a witch doctor to cure our lady. I don't know, I don't know if it has anything to do with this..."

In the eyes of the Central Plains people, the witch doctor Gu worms in the Guangnan wild land are evil.Moreover, during the time of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, tens of thousands of people were implicated in the scourge of witchcraft. Since then, witchcraft has become a royal taboo, and everyone talks about witchcraft.However, in the past dynasties, crooked things such as witchcraft, aversion to victory, and prophecy were still common, and they were often used by people to attack opponents.

For a while, the hall was silent.

The talisman paper and Gu worms fell on the ground, making people numb with horror, and dared not take another look.

Cao Yuzhang: "Where's Ayima?"

It was only then that Meng Ning realized that at some point, she was no longer in the room.

"Hey, I was still here just now... Saint, that Nanman woman must have done something to kill our wife..."

Everyone in Huining Hall nodded.

For them, Ayima from Dali is a blind foreigner, mysterious, eccentric, and out of gregarious.Such a thing happened, not by her, but by someone.

As for why she wanted to kill Concubine Zhang?

"Perhaps they want to use some crooked methods to control the concubine? Let the concubine use it for her?" Meng Ning glanced at the two ugly and disgusting bugs, and continued without looking away:
"The servant girl was surprised yesterday. Our wife never likes outsiders disturbing her cleanliness. When that Ayima came, she would listen to her and let her stay with her..."

When Meng Ning mentioned it, the other maids nodded in agreement.

"That's right, maybe she really is playing tricks..."

"Foreigners from Dali, who knows what fancy intestines are in their stomachs? Our wife is the most favored by the officials. If we control the lady, isn't that the same as controlling..."

Cao Yushang frowned slightly, and looked at everyone disapprovingly.

"It's about Fanguo, how can you talk nonsense? Go find the person and talk about it."

The hall was noisy.

Only Zhang Xue is also quiet.

"Concubine!?"

An exclamation broke the dispute among the crowd.

All eyes turned to the sick bed.

"Miss!"

"The imperial concubine is dead!"

"Woo...my lady, you haven't waited for the official's house yet!"

There was a lot of crying in the hall of Huining, real and fake sobbing bursts.

Cao Yushang turned back in a daze, looking at Zhang Xueyi's ghostly white face under the light of the fire, his eyes were so foggy that he couldn't see anything clearly.

After a while, she slowly got up.

"I'm going to invite the officials."

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Xiangluan Pavilion is in the northernmost part of the harem, far away from the Funing Hall of the official family, the Kunning Hall of the Empress, and the Huining Hall of the noble concubine, so it is also extraordinarily clean, and almost no sound from the front can be heard.

But no matter how far the road is, it can't stop the emperor's legs.

Empress Cao looked at the faintly flickering palace lantern and pursed her lips slightly.

"Hongyun is going to knock on the door."

In the inner hall, Zhao Zhen slept soundly.

The emperor in his forties is not young, and the state affairs are complicated. He is extremely diligent and never slacks off.Therefore, although there are many beauties in the palace, it has been difficult for him to get even rain and dew in the past two years.

After tossing around with Zhou Yiliu last night, he was exhausted, when he heard the knock on the door, saying that the noble concubine had died, he thought he was having a nightmare.

Empress Cao came to call for someone in person, but Zhou Yiliu didn't dare to shirk.

Although she also had some doubts about the development of Zhang Xueyi's condition, it doesn't matter how a person who is going to die anyway, as long as he dies tonight, he can drag someone she doesn't like to go to hell with him. Even if he deserves to die.

"Official, wake up..."

"The imperial concubine... she has gone. The official family, you should go and have a look."

Zhao Zhen woke up from the dream, saw Zhou Yiliu's teary eyes, and was blindfolded for a moment before fully waking up. His heart felt like a twitching pain, his brain went blank for a moment, he sat up in a panic, got dressed and went out.

Zhou Yiliu saw that he was walking too hastily, one foot missed and almost fell, so she smiled behind his back and followed him slowly.

The woman on the cusp of his heart died without being able to meet him. As the emperor, is he annoyed or guilty at this moment, or... finally let go of the burden and relax?
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Cao Yushang stood with his shoulders straight in the cool breeze outside the door, waiting calmly.

When Zhao Zhen saw her, he looked at Yaoyao with inexplicable difficulty in his eyes.

"The imperial concubine... is dead?"

"Yeah." Cao Yushang said calmly, "I watched him walk away. He was not very peaceful. I kept thinking about you."

"Why didn't you call me earlier?"

Cao Yushang was silent, and glanced at Zhou Yiliu behind him.

Zhao Zhen looked back in a daze, and remained silent.

The two went to the shoulders separately.

On the way, Cao Yuzhang told Zhao Zhen what happened in Huining Palace tonight, like a subordinate reporting to a superior, without emotional ups and downs, but fulfilling his duties.

They are husband and wife, but not like husband and wife.

Zhao Zhen frowned and looked at her, a little displeased, but he was restless tonight and didn't want to quarrel with Cao Yushang.

Noisy enough.

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Xin Yi had watched the scene of the emperor's arrival more than once in TV dramas, but the real experience made her feel novel and nervous every time.

The atmosphere in Huining Hall became more dignified because of the emperor's arrival.

"Concubine?" Zhao Zhen held Zhang Xueyi's cold hand, looked at Zhang Xueyi who was silent on the bed, and slowly sat on the head of the bed, his eyes were red, and he was on the verge of tears.

"Why don't you wait for me for a while?"

Zhao Zhen lowered his head and hugged Zhang Xueyi into his arms.

Tight, tight hug.

No one knows what the emperor is thinking...

There was a lot of crying in Huining Hall.

Wuyang Wuyang, the palace servant who was serving Zhang Xueyi, knelt on the ground.

"Officials, you have to decide for our lady."

"Our wife died unjustly."

Zhao Zhen already knew the cause and effect, so he didn't need to say more, he just glanced around and said, "Bring people up."

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Xin Yi was found in the backyard of Huining Hall, with only Xing Yuan beside him.The two servants dragged her in without saying a word, and now they are waiting in the side hall, guarded by the guards, waiting for the official to summon her.

A daughter of a prime minister from a small country in a foreign country, usually everyone would give her a little more face, but if she killed the emperor's concubine, the situation would be quite different.

Zhao Zhen's eyes were bloodshot.

That anger came from the heart, angry with Zhou Yiliu, and even more angry with himself, but he didn't know whose crime to punish...

So……

He swept the palace door coldly.

He thought of how energetic Zhang Xueyi was when he was talking to her when he came in the daytime, and thought of the strangeness of Ayima taking the initiative to stay with her overnight, so he gritted his teeth secretly... and almost condemned her directly.

Xin Yi was brought up.

She couldn't see, she was helped by the girl to enter the door, her skin was almost transparent under the candlelight, her dark hair and thin skirt made her look light and light, a little mysterious and treacherous, as if she was not a normal person.

Zhao Zhen frowned as he stared at her face similar to that of Miss Zhang.

In his opinion, apart from similar facial features, the two people are completely different.Miss Zhang is open-minded and open-minded, flying freely, the scorching sun and showers that can be seen at a glance, she is rebellious.

And when the woman walked, she raised her feet and didn't know where to put them next, and she lost a little momentum no matter how you looked at it.The moon in the smoke curtain outside the window is weak and pale.It seems to see through at a glance, but it just can't be seen clearly.

"What's going on here?" Zhao Zhen pointed at the bamboo tube.

The worms had turned into corpses on the soles of the servant’s shoes, two flat ones that smelled like blood, and the spell with Zhang Xueyi’s horoscope on it was on the table next to Zhao Zhen. out, not written out.

Xin Yi raised his eyes when he heard the voice, and turned his head left and right, as if looking for who the voice was.

Empress Cao reminded softly, "The official is asking you something."

There is no emotion in Xin Yi's empty eyes, but the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and the small arc draws a shallow pear hole, with a gentle and gentle appearance, timid and friendly.

"Officials and saints, these are what little girls should do, and it's not worth mentioning."

Everyone looked at each other.

What is she saying?
Don't you have the slightest fear of doing witchcraft to harm people?

Zhao Zhen lowered his face and looked at her majesticly, but Xin Yi "couldn't see it" and stood motionless in the hall with his smile unchanged.

"Is Mrs. Zhang better? I didn't hear her voice, did she fall asleep?"

Snapped!Zhao Zhen re-patted on the table, and said coldly: "I am asking you, where did the witchcraft come from? Why do you know the birth date of the noble concubine? Why do you want to curse the noble concubine?"

Xin Yi froze for a moment, the smile froze on his face.

"Me? Curse the imperial concubine?"

After a moment of hesitation, she suddenly grabbed Xingyuan in a panic.

"Are the officials talking to me? Xingyuan, what happened, tell me quickly...why are the officials angry with me?"

Zhao Zhen took a deep breath and lost his patience.

"Aren't you going to tell me? Go and invite King Dongchuan!"

Before his voice fell, Empress Cao suddenly said, "What happened to your hand?"

Xin Yi shrank his arms and said vaguely: "No, nothing..."

Everyone followed Empress Cao's gaze, and saw Xin Yi's right hand protecting his left hand, covering it up, as if there was something difficult to show.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhen gave the attendant a look.

Without saying a word, the two servants walked over and pushed Xingyuan away, and raised Xin Yi's wrist in public.

Pulling back the sleeves, the part of the white bowl was exposed, two clear fresh scars, which were clearly cut open with a sharp instrument, and have not yet healed...

Zhao Zhen's expression changed immediately.

That doctor Wei sternly sounded like he was at a loss.

"I heard that the magical eyes of witchcraft need blood to activate, and the Gu worms are fed with the blood of the master, so that the Gu master can drive the victim..."

"It really is her!"

"She was the one who killed Mrs. Zhang!"

"Officials, you have to decide for Mrs. Zhang!"

Xin Yi's expression froze slightly, "No, I don't know about witchcraft..."

The two servants did not wait for her to finish speaking, they held her from left to right, and wanted to kneel her down in front of Zhao Zhen.

Xin Yi couldn't help but looked anxious.

"Let go, let me go, you listen to me first, it's too late..."

Zhao Zhen's patience was exhausted, so he waved his hand.

"I don't want to hear anything tonight—someone, bring the Dali demon girl into my custody, into..."

Kaifeng mansion?Imperial City Division?It seems that it is not appropriate to bet anywhere.

Zhao Zhen's mind was throbbing, and he was racking his brains on what to do with this Dali witch, when suddenly the voice of the servant came from outside.

"Report to the official family, the king of Guangling County asks to see him."

Why is he here at night?

Just as Zhao Zhen was about to say no, the two servants whose hands were cut behind the back by the rope were pushed in stumblingly, fell to the door with a thud, and then crawled over and knelt down and kowtowed.

"The official family spares my life! The official family spares my life."

"I beg, I beg the officials, please spare the little dog's life!"

Everyone took a closer look and found that the two people who were pushed in were all servants in the palace.The palace costumes are exactly the same, the fat one in front is a palace maid from Huining Hall, named Sixi, while the other is a palace maid from Xiangluan Pavilion, named Ma Shun.

Zhou Yiliu, who was sitting on the side, immediately changed his expression.

Zhao Zhen: "What's going on?"

Outside the hall was Fu Jiuqu's calm voice, "Are the officials going to summon the humble officials?"

A rusty smell came out of Zhao Zhen's throat, and his stomach was churning with depression.

"You brought all the people in front of me. If it's not you, who is it?"

"The minister leads the order!"

Fu Jiuqu's voice was slow, his footsteps were clear, and he entered the palace and bowed upright to the emperor's back. His tall and handsome appearance was like a lotus in summer in a pond and a crabapple in autumn, and his black eyes were in full bloom. A stream of spring water, sparkling.

So pretty.

And so evil.

The breeze blew past, as if there was a shadow in his smiling face.

　Er Jin: Today I am thick again~long...

　　Fu Jiuqu: Don't talk about it again, lest I be proud.

　　Xin Yi: People talk about chapters and chapters, so what does it matter to you?

　　Fu Jiuqu: That's unreasonable. Why don't the chapters concern me?Look at my appearance at the finale, how handsome is it?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)