The Princess of the Fairy Phoenix Road

Chapter 771 Have a Marriage Engagement? (4)
Chu Qiyan looked at him.

It stands to reason that under such circumstances, he shouldn't be so calm.

"Your Majesty's condition is different, is it your fault?" Even though Lord Yanling's attitude was calm, Chu Qiyan also confirmed the matter in his heart.

"Since you have already confirmed it, is there any use for me to say anything?" Jundao Yanling neither admitted nor denied, but just looked at him with a smile, "Your Majesty's physical condition is not optimistic. The benefits of being around him are definitely more than talking nonsense with me here. What? Are you worried? Afraid that I will abscond in fear of crime? That's why you want to watch me here in person? "

This is the imperial palace, Lord Yanling didn't just come and leave as he said.

Hearing the chaos in the inner hall, Chu Qiyan really couldn't hold it any longer. Just as she was about to go in, she saw Le Shui walking in with a person outside.

The man was dressed in a bright red brocade robe that has remained unchanged for many years, making it very easy to identify——

Undoubtedly, it is Nanhuaan Wang Fengyi.

He would run over suddenly, Chu Qiyan was still a little surprised, she didn't feel it, she stopped again, looked over suspiciously and said, "His Royal Highness King An?"

"Your Majesty!" Le Shui saluted, looked at the empty outer hall, and then at the swaying and chaotic inner hall, was startled, and then hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness King An is here to pay respects to the emperor. There is an important matter, he came yesterday, His Majesty was not free, so I will give an order in advance today, if His Highness Wang An comes again, there is no need to inform him, just invite him in."

"Really?" Chu Qiyan said, secretly looking at Fengyi.

This person seems indifferent, but he is also very shrewd. He doesn't think that the other party's sudden appearance will be accidental.

Feng Yi didn't care about him, he just said: "Where's His Majesty the Emperor? What happened here?"

"The royal grandfather's holy body is against the law, and I feel uncomfortable." Chu Qiyan said: "I'm afraid it's inconvenient to meet guests at the moment, and the reception here is not good. If His Royal Highness Wang An is not good, please go back first, and wait for the situation of the imperial grandfather later." It's better, shall I ask Le Shui to invite you?"

"That's it—" Feng Yi smiled, stretched his neck and looked in the direction of the inner hall.

At that time, those court ladies had already been sent out by Li Ruixiang, and a group of people came out in a single file, still standing in their original positions.

Someone went to clean up the tables and cases, cleaning up the broken teacups and blood-stained booklets.

"The situation of His Majesty the Emperor doesn't seem to be very good. Since I'm here, I naturally have to express my concern." Feng Yi looked at the figures swaying back and forth in the inner hall, his peach blossom eyes smiled, but he was very self-conscious. The familiar one found a chair at the bottom and sat down.

Chu Qiyan's forehead was throbbing with veins, but she was helpless at his cheeky behavior.

When the two sides were still entangled here, the emperor's bedroom became a mess.

Lord Yanling has just resigned, and the positions of envoys of the imperial hospital are vacant at the moment. It is time for them to perform. It's getting old, and I'm scrambling to help the emperor see a doctor.

Dr. Liao didn't have much qualifications and background, but he refused to let go of such an opportunity to rise to the top.

Seeing that the emperor's bedside could not be squeezed in, he rolled his eyes and stopped joining in the fun. Instead, he took aim at Li Ruixiang, the most powerful chief executive beside the emperor, and quietly tugged on his sleeve, with a dignified expression. Worried and whispered: "Chairman, Your Majesty's pulse is dangerous, it's not an ordinary illness, if Cao Min didn't make a wrong diagnosis—"

He spoke with lingering fears in his heart, lowered his voice a little more, leaned closer to Li Ruixiang's ear and said, "This should be caused by someone's tampering. You see, you have repelled outsiders, and the grass-roots will report it directly to the emperor." What? Or should I go out and explain this matter to the son first, and ask him to make a decision? After all, His Majesty's current situation is not good, and if he is provoked again, I'm afraid—"

"Your Majesty must have nothing to do!" No matter who heard such unbelievable news suddenly, Li Ruixiang's expression was very calm, as if what he heard were the most trivial things.

Dr. Liao was taken aback for a moment, he was extremely surprised, but on second thought he admired it.

Xin Dao said that the people around the emperor are very determined.

He didn't think much about it, and recollected Li Ruixiang's words, and said flatteringly: "What the chief executive said is that the emperor's safety is the most important thing. At this time, he can't stand the stimulation, you grassroots first—"

As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed outside.

"No hurry!" Li Ruixiang took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve with a dull expression on his face, and said, "Since Prince Nanhe respects your medical skills, our family naturally has no doubts about the knot you diagnosed. There is one more thing, can you help me see it?"

The weight of Li Ruixiang's words in front of the emperor was very important. This matter was known to almost everyone in the streets and alleys, so it was not a secret.

Dr. Liao was eager to please, took the bottle with a smile on his face, pulled out the cork to check it, and flattered him, saying: "Thanks to the Chief Manager for not giving up—"

The bottle was small and ordinary in workmanship, unremarkable.

When the cork was pulled out, a very strange smell of medicine came out from inside.

It was the first time for Dr. Liao to smell this smell, and he couldn't explain why for a moment. He was curious, so he tipped the bottle, wanting to pour out the contents and examine it carefully.

Unexpectedly, he tilted the mouth of the bottle to the palm of his hand, and suddenly a very thin line of blood shot out from the black mouth of the bottle, impartially, just sticking to his wrist veins.

He was startled, and before he could react, he felt a numbness in his wrist, and the tiny red thread had already been buried under his flesh, making it hard to find.

Apart from the tingling sensation on his wrist telling him that the scene he saw just now was not a dream, Dr. Liao was in a trance, holding the empty bottle in his hand for a long while, and then looked at Li Ruixiang in bewilderment and said: "Chief, just now—that was—"

"That's the usual Gu used by His Majesty to control the hidden guards!" Li Ruixiang said, his tone was flat, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

He took the bottle back from Dr. Liao's hand, who was already completely stiff, and put it away again.

Dr. Liao was stunned, with extreme fear in his eyes, trembling lips, but he couldn't speak.

The words Li Ruixiang gave were very simple, and he just glanced at him indifferently and said: "The emperor is suffering from heart damage caused by old illnesses. During this period of time, he has been taking pills to suppress the accumulation of toxins in his body. Remember ?"

As he said this, he didn't care about Dr. Liao's reaction, or whether he heard his words, he turned around and walked to the emperor's bedside.

Dr. Liao stood there in a daze, as if he had a flashy dream. Before he woke up from the dream, the clothes inside were completely soaked with sweat.

(End of this chapter)