Based on Zhu Yuanzhang's observation, the immortal Li Ming before him possessed extraordinary abilities. If he were willing to help, there was a great chance that Zhu Biao's illness could be cured. The only question was what conditions he would offer.
But regardless of the conditions.
What price to pay?
He can accept any of them.
However, the immortal remained silent, which made Zhu Yuanzhang a little flustered. After waiting for a while, Zhu Yuanzhang saw Li Ming reach out and touch the dragon-patterned wooden plaque at his waist.
The number shown on the card is "14".
"Time flies, five hours have passed already. Old man, you must be tired. Let me take you to your room to rest." Li Ming led Zhu Yuanzhang to his room and then left.
Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the edge of his bed, his mood extremely complicated. The immortal didn't say a word; what did that mean?
He was indeed a little sleepy, but how could he possibly fall asleep?
I remember the immortal said that he could only stay here for twelve hours, which means he has seven hours left before he has to leave.
Before leaving, we need to persuade him to save our son.
But where exactly did things go wrong?
They were having a good conversation, but when they talked about asking the immortal to save Zhu Biao, the immortal remained silent. What did this mean? Did he mean he could save Zhu Biao or not?
Zhu Yuanzhang reigned as emperor for decades and was skilled at understanding people's hearts, but he couldn't see through this seemingly teenage boy at all.
As he pondered, his mind became increasingly confused.
She had no desire to sleep at all, and walked out of her room, intending to find Li Ming, but after thinking about it, she decided not to disturb him.
I walked back to my room and sat by the bed for a while. Feeling a bit tired, I lay down on the bed and decided to rest for a bit.
However, he was too afraid to sleep.
He feared this was all a dream, and that when he woke up, he wouldn't be here anymore.
After tossing and turning, I finally sat up. Just then, I heard a creaking sound and saw the door to the room slowly opening.
He thought it was the wind, so he got up and closed the door, only to see a pair of green eyes staring at him from a distance.
Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze sharpened; it was the same black dog he had seen before.
That must have been the dog scratching at the door just now.
The black dog wagged its tail, looked at Zhu Yuanzhang, made a gesture, then turned around and leisurely walked down the wooden bridge.
"It seems like the dog is signaling for us to follow it."
Zhu Yuanzhang could naturally see the dog's actions, so he closed the door and followed behind the dog.
It's nighttime now. Looking up at the moon, it must be late at night. It's pitch black here, with only the bright moon and a black dog.
Zhu Yuanzhang carefully walked down the wooden bridge.
It's nighttime now, and if it weren't for the bright moonlight, he probably would have already fallen.
The black dog would turn back every ten steps or so, its eyes full of disdain, as if to say, "Can't you walk faster?"
He can't go any faster. This is already his fastest movement. If he hadn't eaten several bowls of millet porridge from the immortal, he probably wouldn't have been able to keep up with the black dog's movements.
"Walk slowly," Zhu Yuanzhang said.
"Woof woof woof..." The black dog barked a few times in a low voice, its ears drooping and its eyes rolling back.
In short, in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes...
The black dog's expression was full of disdain.
Zhu Yuanzhang followed the black dog down the wooden bridge, past the huge withered tree, and continued walking forward.
As he walked, Zhu Yuanzhang smelled a faint fragrance, like the scent of medicine.
The further you go, the stronger the aroma of herbs becomes.
He became increasingly curious about where the black dog was sneaking around to take him.
After walking for the time it takes to burn two incense sticks, the black dog stopped, squatted on the ground, stuck out its tongue, and pointed ahead with its paw.
Zhu Yuanzhang squinted and looked ahead. It was a field of medicinal herbs, an endless expanse of various herbs, all neatly arranged, each shrouded in a light mist.
Just from their golden appearance, Zhu Yuanzhang knew these medicines were extraordinary.
Is this the elixir cultivated by immortals?
"Smack."
The black dog, which was squatting on the ground, suddenly stretched out its paw and pushed Zhu Yuanzhang directly into the medicinal herb field.
Zhu Yuanzhang stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
He steadied himself, looked at the black dog, and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
"Woof." The black dog stood up, glanced at him indifferently, and continued to push him into the herb field.
"Don't push me, you walk ahead, I'll follow you."
"Woof."
The black dog jumped up, wagged its tail, and slowly walked forward.
Zhu Yuanzhang followed it carefully, afraid of damaging the precious herbs there.
Finally, the black dog stopped and pointed to a medicinal plant. The plant was shrouded in white mist, its leaves were crystal clear, and it emitted a faint minty scent.
"Can this miraculous herb save the Crown Prince's life?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked, looking at the black dog.
"Woof!" The black dog barked in a low voice, glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang a few times, and ran away very fast, disappearing from sight in an instant, as if to say that it had nothing to do with me.
Zhu Yuanzhang stood there, stunned.
Carefully examining this celestial herb, although I don't know its name, I can sense the unique life force emanating from it.
He reached out his hand, wanting to pluck the medicinal herb, but when he was about to do so, he hesitated.
If the immortal asked him to pull it out, he would definitely pull it out without hesitation.
Unfortunately, no.
He also considered that the black dog might be a divine message, sending him here to pick the fruit.
If my thinking is wrong.
So he took it without asking.
Taking something without asking is stealing.
Zhu Yuanzhang established strict laws in the Ming Dynasty. For theft, if the stolen goods were worth more than 120 strings of cash, the punishment would be hanging depending on the severity of the circumstances.
If one breaks the precepts, what is the point of the laws one has created?
But if they don't take the medicine, their son's life will be in grave danger.
He was conflicted, squatting on the ground, lost in thought, struggling internally.
Before we knew it, it was already dawn.
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