Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 659 Dark Cloud 2
Probably none of the civil and military officials in the Great Zhou Dynasty thought that after their young emperor retired from the court, he would never have the opportunity to come back to court again.

Suffering from nightmares, Ji Liangchen's body went from bad to worse. In less than a month, he was already so thin that he was out of shape. What happened to His Majesty's dragon body?

The decoction was taken one after another, but Ji Liangchen's face became paler and more haggard day by day. In the end, it was almost difficult to drink and water, and he was too weak to be human.

Ji Moxiu stood in front of the dragon couch, watching the palace servants serve the young emperor to take the dark soup. In the past, it only took a moment to drink a bowl of soup, but it took Ji Liangchen almost half an hour. , before finishing a bowl of medicine with difficulty.

There was crystal clear sweat on Ji An's forehead, until Ji Liangchen drank the last drop of black concoction in the golden bowl and leaned weakly against the head of the bed, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and ended this tiring errand.

In recent days, it has become a hard job to serve the emperor with medicine. This is not only because Ji Liangchen's body is extremely weak, but it is also extremely difficult to take the medicine. The look in Ce's eyes, just standing silently watching, can also make the pores of the whole body open.

Ji Moxiu raised his hand, he didn't even ask any more routine inquiries, and directly waved away the palace servants and imperial physicians serving in the inner hall, and he didn't move until everyone had filed out tremblingly, and only he and Ji Liangchen were left in the hall Approaching the edge of the bed, the footsteps are slow and steady, like an unstoppable mountain, which can create the greatest sense of oppression for the people around.

But for Ji Liangchen, who was already so weak that it was difficult for him to eat and drink at this time, his five senses had become more and more dull. Naturally, he didn't feel the strong sense of oppression very clearly.

Looking at the young emperor leaning weakly on the head of the bed, Ji Moxiu's indifferent eyes no longer had the warmth of the past, but a clear mocking look, "All the imperial doctors are helpless for your illness, and the soup and medicine are not broken three times a day. However, not only has the condition not improved at all, but it has become more and more serious. Chen'er, your appearance at this time is not much different from those starved to death on the street."

Ji Liangchen gave him a weak look, his eyes were half-closed tiredly, and he didn't want to speak.

Ji Moxiu raised his hand, took out a porcelain bottle from his wide sleeve, opened it and poured out a black pill the size of a soybean, pinched it with two fingers, lifted Ji Liangchen's chin with one hand, and couldn't help but refuse to send the pill into the bottle. into his mouth.

A scent of fragrance permeated the mouth quickly, and the smell entered the throat bit by bit, along the throat to the intestinal tract, a warm and comfortable feeling came from the body soon, and the limbs seemed to be slowly recovering strength.

"Uncle Emperor...what is...what is it that you served me?" Ji Liangchen raised his eyelids with difficulty, although he was a little confused, but for some reason, there was a trace of ominous premonition in his heart for no reason.

"Anyway, it can't be poison." Ji Moxiu looked at him indifferently, "It's been almost a month. If Chen'er's body continues to toss like this, how long do you think you can last?"

Ji Liangchen was silent, and after a while, he replied in a low voice: "Life is a matter of life and death. My illness is so weird that even the imperial doctor can't do anything about it. Perhaps God has already arranged for me to suffer from such a disease." .”

I don't know what that black pill is just now, it seems to be very miraculous. I was so weak that I didn't even have the strength to take the medicine. Now I have talked for such a long time, and I can't even catch my breath... Ji Liangchen's heart The anxiety is getting worse.

Ji Moxiu put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "The duty of the imperial physician is to take care of the emperor's dragon body. Since the medical skills are not good, this king is wondering whether it is time to change a group of people?"

"Uncle Emperor." Ji Liangchen frowned, his pale face seemed to be a little rosy, "My condition is weird, and the imperial doctors have never seen it before, so naturally I can't do anything about it, and it will take a long time to find a cure. Even if Uncle Huang changes a group of people, it may not be able to cure my illness."

"Really? How will you know if you don't try?" Ji Moxiu's eyes were dark, and his tone was indifferent, "Isn't the medicine I gave you just now effective? Those imperial physicians haven't researched a cure yet. My lord I don't think it's necessary to stay any longer."

After a pause, he said: "In addition, the emperor's former companion was named Zixuan, right? The relationship between the emperor and him seems to be good, so there is one thing that this king thinks that maybe he should tell the emperor."

Zixuan?

Ji Liangchen's face changed slightly, and the corners of his lips turned white instantly, "Zixuan...what's wrong?"

"Young master is gentle and handsome, and his talent seems to be good, so it is inevitable that people will be attracted to him." Ji Moxiu said, his tone was flat, "I have a powerful general named Yan Qing under my king. The emperor should have heard of him. He is loyal and brave. The performance in the army has always been good, but it has passed the age of thirties but he has never married a wife. The king has always thought that he should give him a marriage. I mentioned this to him yesterday. Dudu has taken a fancy to the young son of Wen Shilang's family, does the emperor think that this king should agree to him?"

Wen Jin, the youngest son of Wen Shilang's family, is named Zixuan.

Ji Liangchen's face became extremely ugly, and he involuntarily clenched his palms. He raised his eyes, looked at Ji Moxiu without blinking, and said lightly: "If the person Yan Qing is looking for is me, the emperor will do it for you." Rewarding him, will you also consider such absurd things?"

"He doesn't have the guts." Ji Moxiu said, "The emperor is the son of heaven, unless he wants to be punished by the nine clans, he dares to have such rebellious thoughts. The young son of the Wen family is different. His father is just a servant of the Ministry of War. Wen Jin It's not too much favored at home, if you can exchange an unfavored son for a chance of promotion, Wen Ting should not object."

"But I object." Ji Liangchen looked at him fixedly, with a firm tone, "Uncle Huang, he is not only my companion, but also my friend. Please don't humiliate him like this."

humiliation?

Ji Moxiu was noncommittal, but suddenly said sarcastically: "Chen'er, poisoning yourself, isn't this feeling very exciting and enjoyable?"

As soon as these words came out, Ji Liangchen's face had just recovered a little rosy, and in an instant, he retreated completely, his face turned pale, and he looked at Ji Moxiu in shock.

"It's strange how I know?" Ji Moxiu smiled lightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all, "You think it's humiliating to give Wen Jin to Yan Qing, but if this king punishes him for murdering the king, isn't it enough to let him go?" He ransacked his family and exterminated his family?"

(End of this chapter)