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The birthday banquet has ended.

The officials filed out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, walking in twos and threes along the palace path under the moonlight, whispering among themselves.

Gu Mingli did not leave with the officials.

A young eunuch appeared silently beside him and bowed to lead the way.

"Editor Gu, His Majesty requests that you proceed to the Imperial Study."

Gu Mingli and his father Gu Debai exchanged a glance.

Gu Debai patted his son on the shoulder and instructed him, "Go on, but try not to talk too much."

Gu Mingli nodded and followed the little eunuch away.

He wasn't worried, since the charm spell was still active.

The Imperial Study.

The ambergris was burned very finely in the copper censer, and a wisp of blue smoke rose up.

Xiao Ye changed into casual clothes, sat behind his desk, and held a cup of tea in his hand.

King Xiao Jue of Qi leaned casually against the armrest of his seat, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The two brothers both turned to look at the doorway.

Gu Mingli stepped in and bowed respectfully.

"Your subject, Gu Mingli, pays his respects to Your Majesty."

"No need."

Xiao Ye put down his teacup, his gaze falling on his face, his tone indifferent.

"I have only one question for you."

"You're disrupting things tonight by singing, stopping people from drinking, eating cakes, and causing trouble. What exactly do you mean by this?"

Straight ball.

Emperors don't play games with you.

Gu Mingli swallowed hard.

It's impossible to fabricate a lie. The emperor's eyes are sharper than an X-ray machine.

But he couldn't tell the truth: "Your Majesty, I'm from another world, I have a system."

He feared that if he said this, the emperor would nail him into a coffin on the spot and scatter garlic to ward off evil spirits.

"Your Majesty, I recently received a dream from an immortal."

Xiao Ye's eyebrows twitched.

A familiar beginning.

Gu Mingli continued.

"The immortal instructed... Your Majesty must not eat or drink anything tonight. Otherwise, your health will be compromised, and it will be too late to regret it."

The Imperial Study was quiet for a couple of breaths.

Xiao Jue spoke first, his tone tinged with a smile.

"A celestial being appeared in a dream? Which celestial being? Laozi or the Kitchen God?"

Gu Mingli remained unfazed.

"I don't remember exactly. The light was very strong, and my face was blurry. It was probably... a VIP member exclusive effect."

King Qi: "..."

Xiao Ye's eyelid twitched.

He did not press the immortal for more information.

Because if you keep asking, the other party will only make up more outrageous stories.

The emperor turned to look at Li Dezhong by the door.

"Go and summon Xue Ren, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy."

"Bring along the wine and osmanthus cake that Consort Mei sent tonight."

After an incense stick has burned.

Xue Ren rushed to the Imperial Study.

He was dressed in the blue official robes of the Imperial Medical Academy, in his early fifties, with a thin face, a wisp of white beard under his chin, and hands as steady as a rock.

He saw the golden goblets and famille rose porcelain dishes on the imperial desk, and without saying a word, he directly opened his personal medicine chest.

Test for poison with a silver needle. No color change.

To the average person, this would already be a conclusion.

But Xue Ren did not stop.

He took out a palm-sized white porcelain dish from the bottom of the medicine box, poured out a little wine, broke off a piece of osmanthus cake, and spread it on the dish.

Then, a few grains of dark red powder were poured out from a sealed bamboo tube and sprinkled on top.

The moment the powder touches the liquid, a layer of extremely fine white threads floats on the surface.

It looks like a spider web, or like mycelium.

Xue Ren's expression changed instantly.

"Your Majesty!" he said in a low, urgent voice, "This is the catalyst for a Gu poison!"

Xiao Ye placed his teacup on the table with a crisp sound.

"What kind of Gu?"

Xue Ren wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The catalyst used in Miao love poison. This substance is colorless and odorless, undetectable by a silver needle. It does not take effect immediately after entering the body, but instead lures the poison worms to crawl in on their own, following the body's temperature and blood flow..."

His voice trailed off at this point.

"If Your Majesty drinks this wine and eats this cake tonight..."

Xue Ren didn't finish speaking.

He knelt on the ground and silently wiped away his cold sweat.

If he is only called in for examination and treatment afterward, he will be helpless.

Chief eunuch Liu An gasped, covering his mouth in horror, utterly terrified.

The Shadow Guard Commander, Geng Zhi, gripped his sword hilt tightly, his brows furrowed.

The hall was completely silent.

Everyone in the Imperial Study understood.

If someone hadn't stopped me from drinking this glass of wine and eating this plate of pastries tonight...

The sky over Dayong collapsed.

Xiao Ye's expression darkened to below freezing.

"Thoroughly investigate Consort Mei's maternal family."

His voice was calm, steady, and crisp.

"No one in the Cheng'en Marquis's residence is allowed to escape."

Xiao Jue solemnly cupped his hands in greeting, "Yes!"

Xue Ren subconsciously glanced at Gu Mingli standing next to him.

It was this seventh-rank compiler who saved His Majesty's life.

It also saved Xue Ren's life.

Xiao Jue leaned back in his chair, tapped the armrest with his fingertips, and looked at Gu Mingli with even greater interest in his eyes.

"Editor Gu, let's set aside the fact that your immortal's special effects were criticized. I'm more curious about how many other strange tunes you have in your belly?"

Gu Mingli secretly groaned.

"Not that many."

It's just a small music library on TikTok.

Xiao Jue smiled and joked, easing the tense atmosphere in the hall.

"Sing another song for us."

Gu Mingli: "..."

Does he have a part-time job now?

But since the King of Qi ordered him to sing, he had no choice but to sing.

Gu Ming cleared his throat and forced himself to speak.

"I have no official status, I am not easily angered, and I cannot harbor hatred towards you..."

His voice echoed in the empty imperial study.

It's light and subtle, like moonlight falling on paper.

Xiao Ye looked up at him, and his lips twitched.

This tune is indeed quite different from the folk songs of Dayong.

King Qi listened in surprise, then turned to look at the emperor.

"Your Majesty? How about... giving Editor Gu a formal title?"

Gu Mingli: "..."

You don't have to.

"I recognized your voice," Xiao Ye interrupted him expressionlessly. "Is there anything else?"

Gu Mingli quickly stopped, as important matters needed to be addressed.

He took a deep breath and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"I do have a request. My younger sister has recently been studying pharmacology quite extensively and would like to learn some medical skills from Lord Xue."

He glanced at Xue Ren, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"I do not ask to become your apprentice, but I only ask that Lord Xue, in his spare time, visit the Gu residence and offer some guidance."

Xiao Ye's gaze lingered on Gu Mingli's face for a moment.

"Granted."

Xiao Ye looked at Xue Ren.

"Xue Ren, when you're not on duty, go to the Gu residence and give guidance to the daughter of the Prime Minister Gu."

Xue Ren kowtowed and accepted the order.

Gu Mingli secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Xue Ren is alive, his "Three Treatises on Epidemic Prevention and Control" will still exist.

Two months later, those 100,000 lives had an extra layer of insurance.

……

At the same time, at the Gu residence.

The candle flame on the bedroom candlestick flickered, and the orange light swayed on the wall.

Gu Mingyue sat cross-legged on the bed, with a blank sheet of Xuan paper in front of her.

The system panel is hovering in the upper left corner of the field of view.

[New task funds: 50000 taels of silver]

[Remaining time for the mission: 10 days]

Fifty thousand taels. Ten days.

A method of spending five thousand taels a day.

The projects in Jiangzhou are already operating normally, including Taohuayuan, the textile workshop, and the bus fleet. Daily expenses are stable, but they cannot absorb such a large increase in the short term.

We need to find another way to spend money in Kyoto.

Gu Mingyue picked up a pen and wrote two words on the paper.

Yitang.