The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 218 Throwing Her Out

Liu Ji stretched out her hand to cover her abdomen, with a pained look on her face, she asked in disbelief, "How do you know so much?"

"Although the slave has lost his memory, his instincts are still there. When he saw the little master's illness, he naturally resorted to it."

"It's just nonsense. I didn't eat any seafood at all last night. How can I say I'm allergic? You must have done something to murder me." Liu Jixiu frowned, pointing at Feng Wuxie. He scolded her, trying to make her guilty of murder.

"Say, you deliberately approached the King and sneaked into the Jinsheng Palace. Do you want to confuse the King? It is not good for the King. Who is the mastermind behind you?"

Feng Wuxie secretly smiled coldly. Fortunately, she was dressed in men's clothes. If she was a woman, she might be scolded.

Regardless of Liu Ji's scolding, Feng Wuxie looked at Mo Sang quietly: "The servant is a man, how can you seduce the king and say that, the young master said that, isn't it smearing the king?"

As soon as this remark came out, Liu Ji suddenly covered her mouth. She was just showing off her quick tongue just now, and she was confused by anger. How could she forget that this little boy is a man.

Now that Feng Wuxie deliberately distorts the facts, doesn't that mean that the king is as good as Long Yang?
Thinking of this, Liu Ji hurriedly explained to Mo Sang: "Your Majesty, this is not the meaning of concubine, concubine is just, just..."

But at this time Liu Ji was at a loss for words, the more anxious she became, the more speechless she became.

Mo Sang's face suddenly turned gloomy, thinking of Feng Wuxie's temptation last night, he still feels sick until now.

"Enough, get out."

Liu Ji snorted coldly, and straightened her back. She is the king's favorite woman, so it is not expected that she was the one who said this.

Liu Ji looked at Feng Wuxie proudly: "Your Majesty told you to get lost, don't you understand?"

Feng Wuxie was unmoved, but stood meekly aside.

Liu Ji was very angry, and she glanced at the waiting guards on both sides: "Why are you still standing there, why don't you throw this unknown person out?"

Mo Sang finally couldn't stand this woman's stupidity anymore, she stood up and said to the guards on both sides: "Shut up in the dark room and think about your mistakes behind closed doors."

It wasn't until Wei came to arrest Liu Ji that she suddenly realized, and cried heart-piercingly: "My lord, why, what did this concubine do wrong? Why did you treat this concubine like this?"

Before Feng Wuxie came, Liu Ji didn't want the wind to get the wind, or the rain to get the rain, but she only came for a day, and she disturbed the harem.

Just a slave, how could he fall into the eyes of the king?

Liu Ji couldn't understand why she fell into the hands of a servant, but when she touched Mo Sang's cold eyes, her crying stopped abruptly, and she obediently followed the guard to the darkroom.

Although the king loves the concubines in the harem, he will not get angry easily, but once he gets angry, someone will really be in trouble.

Everyone knows that this is Mosang's bottom line.

Feng Wuxie stood aside, docile like a cat, and Mosang's eyes glided over her body intentionally or unintentionally, feeling more and more that this little fool is not simple.

At this time, a court lady hurried forward, bowed to Mo Sang, and said: "My lord, the little princess is crying so much, Empress Yufei, please go and have a look."

Mo Sang, who was already in an irritable mood, immediately straightened up after hearing what the maid said, got up and walked out.

But when passing by Feng Wuxie, he said in a low voice: "Why are you still standing there? You follow too."

When Feng Wuxie heard these words, he had no choice but to follow.

Mo Sang walked quickly, followed by a long line of trotting court ladies, and the group entered the Yingyue Pavilion in a mighty manner.

From far away, the sound of children crying could be heard from inside the house. The children were crying loudly, which sounded very distressing.

Mo Sang frowned, and walked into the hall in three steps at a time.

The maids, eunuchs and imperial physicians in the room all knelt on the ground when they saw Mo Sang coming in, but Mo Sang didn't even respond and went straight to the little princess.

The little princess was only a few months old, she was born pink and tender, her little face was flushed from crying, and she kept waving her hands and feet.

Mo Sang lovingly hugged the little princess in her arms, coaxed her for a few times but it didn't help, then asked the imperial doctor: "What's going on?"

The imperial doctor was quite old, and suddenly he heard anger from the top of his head, and he replied tremblingly: "The princess has a disharmony in her spleen and stomach, and my minister has already prescribed a prescription for the little princess, but the princess is still young, so I dare not give it up." The dosage can only be adjusted slowly."

The imperial physician didn't dare to say any more, because Mo Sang's face was already very ugly, he glanced at the imperial physician coldly: "What use are you for, you can't even do this well."

The imperial doctor hurriedly lowered his head in fright, not daring to look at Mo Sang again.

The little princess in his arms started to cry again, sweat dripped from Mo Sang's anxious forehead, he kept pacing with the little princess in his arms.

Everyone in the room was so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe, only the heart-piercing sound of the little princess crying. At this moment, a gentle voice sounded.

"I'll take a look."

Everyone turned their heads in surprise, and saw Feng Wuxie coming out of the crowd, walking towards Mosang, when she reached out to hug the little princess, she was hit back by a slender hand.

"What are you, Princess Jinzhiyuye, how can you be a slave to touch it?" The one who spoke was the little princess' biological mother, Concubine Yu.

She was born with fair skin, thin eyebrows and fine eyes, and she gave birth to a little princess for Mosang only a year after entering the palace, and her status suddenly became noble, Mosang liked it very much.

Just because it is Mosang's first child, it is naturally taken seriously and regarded as the apple of the eye. Now that the little princess is sick, Concubine Yu has become more and more emaciated.

What can a slave like her do for a disease that even an imperial doctor can't treat?Concubine Yu cast all her anger on Feng Wuxie.

Mo Sang's expression darkened for a moment, ignoring Concubine Yu's sarcasm, but looking at Feng Wuxie: "Do you have a solution?"

If I remember correctly, I just heard Feng Wuxie say that she knows medicine.

Feng Wuxie nodded, and Mosang asked her to go forward to feel the little princess' pulse.

All the people in the hall opened their mouths wide in shock, not knowing what kind of evil the king is besieged by, to ask a servant to diagnose the princess' pulse.

Let me talk about the problem of whether it can be cured well or not. Even if this incident gets out, people will laugh out loud. Is there no one in Jinsheng Palace?
Even slaves can brag at will?

Concubine Yu's face was also very ugly, but she didn't agree with His Majesty's decision, and she dared not openly disagree with His Majesty.

Feng Wuxie walked forward calmly under the pricking eyes of everyone, and stretched out his hand to pinch the little princess' wrist.

"The little princess has disharmony between her spleen and stomach." Feng Wuxie said lightly.

After hearing Feng Wuxie's words, the imperial doctor immediately relaxed, and he just said, what kind of disease can a young boy know.

He had already said just now that the little princess was suffering from abdominal pain caused by a disharmony between her spleen and stomach, so she kept crying. Seeing how Feng Wuxie felt her pulse, she really thought she had met a colleague.

But I didn't expect it to be a liar.

Mo Sang raised her eyes, and took a careful look at Feng Wuxie, a fire seemed to be brewing in her eyes: "Is this the result of your diagnosis?"

She thought that Feng Wuxie could bring him a surprise, but she didn't expect that she would tease him like this.

Mo Sang felt that his royal power was being challenged, was Feng Wuxie playing him for a fool?And in front of so many people.

"My lord, the incompatibility of the spleen and stomach is also divided into different types. You can't use drugs indiscriminately. Weakness of the spleen and stomach can be divided into deficiency of the spleen, deficiency of spleen yang, deficiency of stomach qi, and deficiency of stomach yin. The princess's abdominal distension is like a drum, hiccups, and lack of food will cause stomach bloating. Stomach pain, so the princess must have a deficiency of stomach qi, if the diagnosis and treatment is based on deficiency of spleen qi, it will only get worse."

Feng Wuxie's words made the imperial physician who wanted to refute her shut up, and listened carefully to Feng Wuxie's analysis of the princess' condition.

On the originally dissatisfied face, there was a little praise.

"In your opinion, what should I do?"

Even the imperial physician recognized Feng Wuxie's medical skills, and Concubine Yu's expression became more relaxed. Mo Sang saw everyone's expressions in his eyes, and looked at Feng Wuxie with admiration.

"Boldly say."

Feng Wuxie took a step forward, and said flatly, "The best way is acupuncture."

Chinese medicine is broad and profound, but how many people can really learn its essence?Hearing the acupuncture and moxibustion that Feng Wuxie said, the imperial physician's face turned red.

This is really not what he is good at, so he cupped his hands and said: "I'm ashamed to say that this old man has only learned a little about acupuncture and moxibustion, and it's basically useless."

When he was young, he traveled all over the world, and was fortunate enough to go to the Central Plains, and saw the acupuncture techniques of the doctors in the Central Plains, but he was young and energetic at that time, so he didn't pay much attention to learning.

It wasn't until later that he realized that that was the essence of Chinese medicine, but by the time he understood it, it was already too late.

Mo Sang had to re-examine Feng Wuxie, he didn't expect that the little idiot he accidentally rescued was still a secret.

Wang Feng Wuxie was full of confidence, so he asked, "You will?"

"Know a thing or two." Feng Wuxie said.

"Hurry up and treat the little princess, there will be a lot of rewards for the cure." Mo Sang waved his hand, and his mood suddenly improved.

"What do you need, you say."

Feng Wuxie looked at the empty wrist, feeling a little disappointed: "A set of silver needles."

This is easy to handle, there is no shortage of anything in Jinsheng Palace, Mo Sang quickly asked someone to find a set of silver needles and handed them to Feng Wuxie.

Holding the slender silver needle in his hand, the Lingquan space could not be opened, so Feng Wuxie had to disinfect it with spirits before stabbing the princess.

But at this time, Concubine Yu suddenly rushed over, tightly protecting the little princess, her face full of fear: "No, I will never allow you to pierce such a long needle into the princess's body."

The silver needle is as long as a finger, and the sharp tip of the needle glows with silver light, which makes people feel cold.

The treatment was interrupted, Feng Wuxie had no choice but to look at the person in power here, and Mo Sang waved her hand, causing the concubine Yu to be pulled away.

Afraid of her crying, he had to lock her into a side hall and send a maid to watch over her.

With no one to disturb her, Feng Wuxie concentrated on treating the little princess, fearing that she would be hurt very lightly and quickly. At the beginning, the little princess's crying was still very intense, and everyone's hearts were tightly hanging together.

(End of this chapter)