Chapter 5: Pills have been in the market for many years, the ancient first...

After years of experience in the market,

The first time someone drank alcohol in ancient times, he failed.

Still in front of the strategy target.

fortunately,

This time, Song Heng didn't drink much; he was just a little tipsy and dizzy. He slept well in the first half of the night, and in the second half, he just felt a little hot in his stomach. It wasn't a burning pain, but it kept him awake, like he was half asleep and half awake.

The moon was waning, the stars were sparse, and the sky was just beginning to brighten. Midsummer mornings always brought early awakenings. Song Heng was used to staying up late and waking up late on these cool mornings. His modern biological clock made him feel very early now, an early riser he couldn't get out of bed when he wasn't working overtime or rushing projects.

Today, I made an exception. Perhaps it was because I went to bed a little early last night, or perhaps it was because my stomach was upset from drinking, or perhaps it was still that hazy, yet strangely real...

……Dream.

Although he didn't drink excessively, that small cup was still a bit too much for the original owner, who had never drunk alcohol before.

Song Heng's headache spread. He struggled to open his eyes, only to see his dream come true. Under the dim candlelight, Lu Zhifeng's handsome and elegant face now revealed a look of extreme fatigue. He was lying quietly on the rosewood table, two piles of memorials beside him, less in his left hand and more in his right.

The tray was filled with burning red candles, forming a thick layer of red wax.

It turned out that he had been busy all night and could not hold on any longer, so he lay down to take a nap.

The headache that had just passed when he woke up was back with a vengeance. Song Heng could only put his hand on his forehead. The pain from irritating his brain nerves lingered for a long time. In the midst of the confusion, a hint of warmth and coolness appeared on his forehead, which was very comfortable.

Song Heng was about to look up at the person who had come, but his body suddenly leaned forward, and then he started coughing violently, blood pouring out like water. Lu Zhifeng, who was supporting him, had never seen Song Heng like this before, even the Song Heng who had vomited blood yesterday.

But it's completely different and more broken.

Song Heng's body was bent in half, his chest heaving violently at first, then gradually calming down in a split second. Blood soaked the quilt. Song Heng was now in a state of disgrace, dejected, his face devoid of color. It was a sight to behold.

Before he even woke up in the morning, Song Heng gloriously fell asleep again.

Yesterday might have been an accident, but today the person in front of him was still coughing up blood, and his suspicions rose sharply. Lu Zhifeng called the servants, changed the bedding in the inner room, and put the unconscious person in the quilt.

He directly called the doctor from the mansion to come and examine Song Heng.

"Doctor, what's wrong with this man?" Lu Zhifeng asked when he saw the doctor withdraw his hand from taking the pulse.

"This person," the doctor paused and continued, "is not seriously injured."

"How is this possible?" After seeing Song Heng's miserable and dejected look before getting this result, he would definitely not believe it.

"He was coughing up blood not long ago, and his whole body was throbbing, as if he was suffering from excruciating pain. How could he be alright?"

The doctor also felt that Lu Zhifeng's description suggested a serious illness. Uneasy, he conducted another thorough examination, observing, smelling, asking, and palpating the patient, meticulously examining him.

Nothing.

It also shows that the body is too healthy.

It's outrageous.

Lu Zhifeng saw the doctor shake his head at him after examining Song Heng, and he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Next, doctors came into the room one after another, and the result was the same.

The final result may be hemoptysis caused by over-tonification. As for the pain, it is due to the depression in the heart.

Doctor's advice: Eat a light diet and go out for more walks.

If Song Heng were awake and saw this conclusion, he would definitely feel familiar. Isn't this just an upgraded version of drinking more hot water!

Song Heng felt as if his soul had left his body as he became increasingly uncomfortable. The original owner of the body also passed out. As a spirit, Song Heng watched Lu Zhifeng perform his medical treatment while questioning the system.

"What's going on? Why did I suddenly become like this?" Song Heng pointed at himself.

"Sorry, host, I don't know about 002's first mission." Seeing Song Heng's stern expression, the system quickly added, "Host, wait a moment. I'll ask my colleagues."

Song Heng was not in a hurry, but his expression was like that. He was daydreaming just now, with no expression on his face, which made him look extremely cold and ruthless.

"Host, I asked, and they said it was a problem with the original owner. You need to find it yourself."

“???”

Coughing up blood for no apparent reason, enduring pain, and finally having to search for the cause himself, Song Heng was now filled with questions.

Fortunately.

This state of affairs did not last long.

It was such a coincidence that Song Heng woke up just as the doctors had left.

The imperial physician was allowed to leave, and when he turned around, the person on the bed met his eyes.

Song Heng was embarrassed, and so was Lu Zhifeng.

"Your Majesty, are you still feeling uncomfortable now?" Lu Zhifeng took the lead in breaking the situation.

Song Heng closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then shook his head. "Nothing."

"Your Majesty, is it true..." Unable to find any results, Lu Zhifeng planned to ask Song Heng himself.

A trace of resistance flashed through his heart, and Song Heng had no choice but to scold Xiang Xin impatiently, "Leave me alone, I have been bothering you for a long time, it's time to return to the palace."

"Then, Your Majesty, how about the morning court later?" Lu Zhifeng thought of the memorials he had stayed up all night to review. There was an urgent issue that required the emperor's presence to discuss the results with a group of ministers.

"Go, go, go. It's time for me to leave." The original owner went to court for three days and rested for two days. This time he hasn't been there for a long time, otherwise Lu Zhifeng would not have gone to the palace to meet the emperor every day recently.

He called Wang Dequan to help him wash and prepare the carriage to return to the palace.

As if he had anticipated it, Wang Dequan came forward immediately after hearing the order, but his movements were much faster, and Manager Wang also looked flustered.

Besides several mistakes in the order of service, the pace was also hurried.

This feeling became more and more obvious when they arrived at the outside of the Taifu Mansion in the carriage that had already been parked at such a fast speed.

*

"Your Majesty, eat this first." After getting on the carriage and leaving the Taifu Mansion, Wang Dequan lifted the carriage curtain and took out a finely carved rosewood box. The box was completely black, and the wood was as delicate as fat, bringing a deep sense of oppression.

Not knowing what was inside, Song Heng was driven by a will to reach out and take it.

The tentacles were as smooth as jade. Holding them in his hands, Song Heng looked at Wang Dequan, who looked servile outside, as usual.

Finally, he accepted it and lowered the curtain. The box was engraved with coiled dragon patterns, giving it an unusually mysterious look.

Opening the lid, the inside was covered with a layer of soft silk, with only a small round compartment in the middle, embedded with a blood-red pill, which looked strange and enchanting, and had a deep attraction.

As soon as he saw the pill, Song Heng wanted to take it out and put it into his mouth.

Bang

He slammed the lid of the box shut, and when his pale fingertips touched the pill, Song Heng stopped.

Song Heng has a strong sixth sense, and it's basically always accurate.

The physical attraction when he saw the pills and the rejection and feeling in his heart drove Song Heng to close the box.

In his original world, his parents died early, and when facing various dangers, in addition to strength, intuition was one of the secrets of success that allowed Song Heng to own a large company.

*

In the palace, in the garden.

"Your Majesty, Princess Changle is waiting for you in the garden." As soon as he returned to the palace, a servant came to report.

In the battle for the throne between the eldest and second princes, both of them, the forces behind them, the queen, the virtuous concubines and others all fell.

The Imperial Concubine's faction, though greatly weakened, still had some foundation. The Imperial Concubine and her two children were the only surviving heirs to the throne besides Song Heng.

The Princess of Changle Palace was the daughter of the Imperial Concubine, one of the old emperor's only two daughters. The eldest princess, born to the empress, was named Song Qiaopan and was given the title Princess An Ning. As the emperor's firstborn, she was given this title during a time of great power and peace. Naturally, with so few children and being the first child for so many years, the emperor granted Princess An Ning considerable power.

Of course, they were also completely cleared out when they took sides later.

Song Yunlan, the emperor's youngest daughter, was favored by the old emperor. In the following years, Princess Changle was favored by the old emperor. However, she was not very old at that time and did not have much power.

The mother concubine she relied on was of humble origin and could not give her any power except the emperor's favor.

Empty and ethereal.

Fortunately, I managed to survive those difficult years.

"Is there any report about what happened?"

"Your Majesty, there is none." The eunuch took out a talisman that he had carefully kept hidden in his chest and handed it to Song Heng. "Princess Changle, I asked me to bring it to you and ask you to go."

Shang Huan took the talisman with his pale, bony hand.

Hereby

Like an electric shock.

Song Heng's inner voice was shouting, Go, go quickly.

It seems that this is the breakthrough point for the second mission.

"Get ready." Go and take a look.