The emperor's plan: to rule the world

Chapter 540 Decoction
Si Zhuoyuan nodded, anyone could see his weakness with his pale face: "Thank you."

Mo Yan didn't speak, and his handsome face looked a little gloomy.

Seeing his appearance, Si Zhuoyuan knew that there were some things that he couldn't hide from him, so he couldn't help sighing: "I have my own sense of proportion, so you don't have to worry."

Mo Yan looked down at him.

Even though the man leaning on the bed looked weak, he was clear-headed from beginning to end. Such a weak appearance was just an illusion used to confuse others.

Mo Yan said: "You just need to be modest, if you offend His Majesty, no one will be able to protect you."

Si Zhuoyuan smiled lightly, "I know."

For such a heartless man, he has been frantically tempting on the verge of death.

That person didn't appreciate it at all.

"Is Your Majesty not in the imperial capital?"

Si Zhuoyuan looked up at him: "How do you know?"

Mo Yan said: "I just came to the imperial capital. I originally wanted to see His Majesty. Since Your Majesty is not here, I have to leave now."

Si Zhuoyuan smiled: "Rong Qian will cry."

After finally thinking that he found someone to share the burden for him, but this person is about to leave, Rong Qian must feel aggrieved to death at this time.

But Si Zhuoyuan obviously underestimated how shameless a certain person was.

Mo Yan glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Both His Majesty and Qin Shu are absent, and there is no prime minister in the court. This is equivalent to Rong Qian who has to handle the work of four people alone. The only one who can help him, Si Zhuoyuan, is injured and needs to rest. Doesn't he just cry? what!
But obviously the two people in front of them have no sympathy.

Si Rui brought the imperial doctor over soon.

When I came here, I knew that the Qinglong King had been assassinated, and the imperial doctor didn't ask any more questions. He carefully cut off the clothes on Si Zhuoyuan's body, and saw a wound about three inches long on his chest near his heart, which was still oozing out. Seeing blood, the imperial doctor was startled for a moment.

But he was obviously very well-informed, so he didn't say much. He cleaned the wound and changed the medicine for him gently but skillfully, then bandaged the wound, and said:

"Wei Chen prescribed two medicines for the prince to drink later, as long as the prince does not have a fever tonight, there will be no serious problems. Be careful not to touch the wound with water. The minister will come back at this time tomorrow to change the medicine for the prince."

Mo Yan watched him bandage the wound in silence, and after listening to him say a lot, he asked, "Is he all right? He lost so much blood and doesn't need to be replenished."

The imperial doctor looked at him in surprise, although he didn't know why this person who was supposed to be far away in Xuanwu King City suddenly returned to Beijing, and he was not qualified to ask more about such things, so he just replied respectfully: "My lord If you are strong and have not hurt your vitals, there will be no serious problems. If His Royal Highness Xuanwu Wang is really worried, you can order the kitchen to prepare some soups to replenish qi and blood, such as stewed soup of angelica and red dates."

Mo Yan: "..."

Isn't this kind of thing usually stewed for women to drink?
Like his mother and concubine.

Mo Yan glanced at the man leaning on the bed with a half-smile, and said calmly: "This king knows, you should step back first."

"Yes, I retire."

Mo Yan nodded casually.

The two were silent for a while, Si Zhuoyuan couldn't help looking at him, and said, "You suddenly want to go to Qi, is it because of Yanqi?"

(End of this chapter)