The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 184 The little prince was poisoned by Gu, the medicinal materials that are not in the palace
Royal Palace.

Qing Moyan went to the Empress Dowager's palace.

"How is the little prince's condition?" Qing Moyan asked the servants in the Empress Dowager's palace.

"The spirit is still good, but a little hot." The servant said respectfully.

When Qing Moyan entered the hall, she saw palace maids passing by with their heads lowered while carrying water basins.

The Empress Dowager was sitting by the side talking to the imperial physician.

"Take the medicine and you'll be fine. The high fever will go away before dawn." The imperial doctor said respectfully, and put away the medicine box at the same time.

Qing Moyan stepped forward to salute.

When the queen mother saw Qing Moyan, she waved her hand and told the imperial doctor to retreat.

"How is the little prince injured?" Qing Moyan asked proactively.

"It's nothing, the Ai family has seen it, it's just a minor injury." The Queen Mother said lightly, "Maybe he was scared, and his father is not around, this child is too thoughtful."

Qing Moyan secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Although he heard that Ru Xiaonan bit the young prince, he didn't know how much the girl bit her.

"They're both children. Usually, Jingqi doesn't like to talk to people. I've never seen him fight with anyone or turn red. I didn't expect to become happy friends with that ghost girl, Xiaonan."

Qing Moyan lowered his head, obviously, he didn't like the last words that the Queen Mother said: Happy Enemy.

"Little Nan is just doing her duty." Qing Moyan replied seriously.

"Okay, okay, the Ai family didn't mean to blame her. Shaoqing doesn't have to be so cautious. By the way, Xiaonan hasn't finished making the substitute talisman yet, but the Ai family is waiting every day."

"We have to wait for a few more days. Xiaonan has been ill since she came back from the academy and has a persistent high fever. There may be no way to go to the academy to accompany the little prince tomorrow."

"Oh? Why is she sick?" The Queen Mother asked in surprise.

Just as Qing Moyan was about to answer, she suddenly heard a young man's voice from behind the curtain.

"Master Shaoqing, is Ru Xiaonan sick?"

"Yes." Even if the other party is younger than him, but his status is higher than him, he has always abided by his duty as a courtier in the palace.

"Master Shaoqing, can you come in and talk?" the boy asked.

Qing Moyan looked at the queen mother, who nodded with a smile.

Qing Moyan confessed her guilt and walked around the curtain.

The little prince Yu Jingqi was lying on the couch, his face was reddish, and there was a small ice basin beside the couch, obviously for cooling down.

Seeing Qing Moyan come in, Yu Jingqi sat up, "I didn't know she was sent by Master Shaoqing, how offensive."

Qing Moyan put on a businesslike look, and said sternly: "The little prince doesn't need to blame himself, it's the emperor's will to ask Xiaonan to help with the Dali Temple case."

Yu Jingqi's complexion changed, and she hesitated, "How...how is she hurt?"

Qing Moyan raised her eyes and quickly scanned the other party, "How does the little prince know that she is hurt?"

"I saw her by chance when I was at the foot of the college mountain in the morning. She begged me to carry her up the mountain...I refused..." The voice behind her became weaker and weaker.

"The little prince is right." Qing Moyan arched her hands, her tone was slightly cold, "You are the body of a thousand gold, you should not bear the burden of ordinary people."

Yu Jingqi coughed lightly, and wanted to say something, but she heard the queen mother outside say, "Jingqi has a good rest, and I won't go to the academy tomorrow, Shaoqing will go to the emperor's place later."

"Oh." Yu Jingqi replied a little disappointed.

Qing Moyan cupped her hands, turned and left the curtain.

After speaking a few more words with the queen mother, Qing Moyan was about to leave and go to the imperial study.

Suddenly there was a rush of coughing from behind the curtain.

A court lady immediately entered inside, and then a scream sounded: "It's not good, the little prince vomited blood!"

The queen mother was shocked, Qing Moyan lifted the curtain first, and saw Yu Jingqi lying on the side of the couch with blood all over her mouth.

"Quick, hurry up and call the imperial doctor back!" The queen mother said urgently.

The servant with fast legs ran to find the imperial doctor in a short while.

The imperial physician was taking Yu Jingqi's pulse inside, and outside the hall there was a message from the servant: "The emperor is here."

Qing Moyan hurriedly picked him up.

The emperor hurried into the hall, "How is Jingqi's situation?"

The queen mother was puzzled and said: "At first the imperial doctor said nothing happened, but somehow he vomited blood all of a sudden."

The emperor frowned, and glanced at Qing Moyan, who was standing silently by the side, "Isn't Xiaonan's stand-in talisman ready yet?"

Qing Moyan stepped forward to confess the crime, and briefly explained what happened in the academy today.

The emperor's expression darkened, and he took a seat beside the queen mother, and everyone quietly waited for the imperial doctor to come out.

After a lot of difficulty, the imperial physician turned out from behind the curtain, his brow covered in cold sweat.

"How is the little prince?" Qing Moyan asked.

"This symptom... Please forgive me for being helpless." The imperial doctor said tremblingly.

The empress dowager and the emperor changed their faces at the same time, "Isn't it a high fever caused by excessive fright? How could you vomit blood?"

The imperial physician repeatedly shook his head, "It was indeed a shock before, but the hematemesis was not caused by it. Your Majesty, why don't you invite a few more imperial physicians, maybe someone can recognize this illness."

The emperor couldn't, so he had to call three more imperial doctors.

As a result, none of the three could diagnose why the little prince was vomiting blood.

The emperor was furious and ordered them to be dragged out and beheaded. The few people who were frightened all knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Your Majesty, this disease is not like an ordinary disease, and there is no abnormality at all from the pulse condition. It is better to invite the court envoy, maybe he can see some clues."

The emperor was also angry, if it was true that even the hospital envoy could not look down on Yu Jingqi's illness, then it would be useless for the emperor to kill all the people in the Tai Hospital.

The Empress Dowager was relatively calm, nodded and said: "Go and ask the court envoy."

After waiting for two cups of tea, the envoy of the imperial hospital was invited in, and went inside to diagnose Yu Jingqi's pulse.

Everyone waited quietly outside.

The courtyard envoy took a breath with a "hiss".

The sound was not loud, but the hall was very quiet, so the sound was particularly harsh.

The four imperial physicians managed to get the envoy out, and they all cast expectant eyes.

"Your Majesty, the young prince is not due to illness." The envoy cupped his hands and said.

"What is that?" asked the Emperor.

"This is a disease of Gu poison."

Qing Moyan's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and she looked at the envoy with a three-pointed gaze.

The court envoy said to himself: "Fortunately, I have some research on the disease of Gu poison, otherwise I will not be able to see the clues. The young prince has been poisoned by Gu poison, but it is not serious. You only need to take the prescription to relieve the poison. can heal."

"Then quickly dispense the medicine!" the emperor ordered.

The court envoy looked puzzled: "This is the prescription for detoxification... I know it, but one of the several herbs needed is not available in the palace."

"What kind of medicinal materials are not in the palace?" Even the emperor felt curious that there are medicinal materials in this world that he does not have in the palace.

"Even I have never seen that kind of medicinal material. I heard that it grows in a very cloudy environment, and the annual output is no more than three or four plants at most..." the courtyard envoy was eloquent.

Qing Moyan lowered her eyes, hiding the turbulent profundity in her eyes, like a bottomless cold abyss.

(End of this chapter)