Chapter 83: Concubine Rong, rest assured, I will not die

Cheng Jin pretended not to understand. He

would not admit it even if he was beaten to death.

Anyway, Chu Chengye only asked about the temperature, not the taste.

It is hard to pry a stubborn ghost with torture.

Chu Chengye was helpless, and his opponent threw the medicine bowl in his hand to the ground.

The moment the medicine bowl touched the ground, it made a sound and immediately broke into pieces.

Chu Chengye shook his sleeves fiercely, "Even if I die, I will never drink this shit again."

He pointed to the medicine pot and the unboiled herbs in the distance, and shouted, "Throw these things far away from me, don't let me see them again."

As he said that, as if he felt that he was not satisfied, he took off his coat that was stained with a lot of odor, threw it on the ground, and didn't look at it again.

"And these, throw them as far as possible."

He was really tortured by this medicine.

Wei An immediately knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, please calm down."

"Lord Pei said that this poison cannot be cured overnight, and it needs to be taken for a long time."

"Take it for a long time, tell me when it will end? Try drinking these things every day."

Cheng Jin saw Chu Chengye was angry, and went over to comfort Chu Chengye.

She just couldn't stand Chu Chengye and wanted to punish him, but she didn't want to force Chu Chengye to stop drinking this medicine.

If Chu Chengye really acted on impulse and stopped taking the medicine, then she would be the unlucky one if he died.

She walked over and touched Chu Chengye's arm, "Your Majesty, don't be angry yet."

"What happened today is really different from what I thought. I must have remembered something wrong, so I made such a fuss."

Chu Chengye glanced at Cheng Jin, not knowing what Cheng Jin meant.

"Why don't I go back and check the medical books and tell Your Majesty tomorrow?"

"I hope Your Majesty will take care of the dragon's body and me."

[Although you make people want to die, you don't really die. ]

[If you really die, how can I live? ]

[But these are based on the premise that you don't let me be buried with you. If only you die and I live, I don't know how happy I will be. ]

Chu Chengye heard Cheng Jin's voice and waved his hand to pick up Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin was caught off guard and fell directly on Chu Chengye.

Chu Chengye slightly bent down to face Cheng Jin and spoke in a low voice.

Chu Chengye and Cheng Jin were very close, his warm breath sprayed on Cheng Jin's cheeks, and his behavior was inexplicably ambiguous.

Chu Chengye had a smile on his face, but he said without any emotion:

"I am very relieved that Concubine Rong is worried about me. But don't worry, Concubine Rong, I will not die."

These words sounded puzzling to Cheng Jin.

She was just pretending to care about Chu Chengye, but she had never mentioned the word death in front of him.

The emperor is most afraid of a short life. Cheng Jin only dared to complain in her heart. Who dared to show it directly in front of the emperor?

Chu Chengye took the initiative to say that he would not die. Could it be that he was particularly confident in himself?

Cheng Jin: "..."

[It's good that you have confidence, but don't be too confident yet.]

[In the book, he died at the age of twenty-five, so how can it not be considered a premature death?]

Twenty-five?

Chu Chengye pondered this age in his heart. He is already twenty-three this year, so doesn't that mean he still has two years left?

But now that the poison in his body has been cured, and he has been on guard against Chu Huaian for a long time, is it possible that the situation will develop in this way?

Chu Chengye replied to Cheng Jin, "I know", and asked Wei An to send Cheng Jin back.

Cheng Jin was still worried when she left, and kept making arrangements for Wei An, saying that she would definitely find a way, and that she would go there to boil the medicine tomorrow.

Wei An just thought that Cheng Jin didn't get today's task done, and lost face and goodwill in front of Chu Chengye, so he wanted to find a way to make up for it.

Although he couldn't just say no, he could only respond casually:

"Your Majesty's intentions must be seen by the emperor."

"But this is not a simple matter. Your Majesty has done her best, and the emperor has never blamed you."

"Please rest assured, your Majesty, I will definitely persuade the emperor to take medicine every day, but the method you mentioned still requires your Majesty to ask the emperor in person. This servant can't do it."

Thinking of Chu Chengye's angry look today, Cheng Jin didn't dare to touch his scales again, and only conspired with Wei An.

"What do you mean you can't make the decision? You can do it."

"You are the one who made the medicine for the emperor. When the time comes, you just need to secretly remove the shamuken according to my method."

It's shamuken again.

The taste of the twice-added sambu root today is even worse than before. If the sambu root is not added, who knows what it will taste like.

Maybe it will smell worse than today, or even harder to swallow.

Nothing can be said for sure. Chu Chengye is already furious today, and he dare not do such an uncertain thing again.

Wei An shook his head repeatedly, distanced himself from Cheng Jin, and said in embarrassment:

"Your Majesty, please just disturb my life. Even if I have nine lives, I can't stand your torture."

Cheng Jin waved her hand and stopped persuading Wei An. It's better to do it herself at this time.

Cheng Jin asked Wei An when he boiled the medicine. Although Wei An hesitated and was unwilling to say, he still said it.

Cheng Jin thought about taking action when he went to Jingyang Palace to wait.

On the second night, Cheng Jin came to Jingyang Palace uninvited for the first time.

Wei An and Chu Chengye were both surprised, but their moods were completely different.

Chu Chengye was only thinking about Cheng Jin and how to deal with him. He looked up from the memorial and stared at Cheng Jin as if he wanted to see what she was up to.

Wei An was even more nervous. He had made clear what Cheng Jin had said to him yesterday. Who knew Cheng Jin would actually come?

He stared at the herbs not far in front of him, not daring to slack off.

Cheng Jin was much more relaxed. She walked around Jingyang Palace, only greeted Chu Chengye, and then stopped standing beside Chu Chengye. Instead, she walked towards the place where Wei An was boiling the medicine from time to time.

Over and over again.

She came and turned back.

Seeing that the time was up, Wei An no longer cared where Cheng Jin went, and only focused on boiling the medicine.

Cheng Jin interrupted, "Wei An, what do you say this is?"

Wei An explained one by one, and methodically made a fire and poured water.

Cheng Jin deliberately leaned over to look, quietly put the sandwood root in his hand, and helped Wei An put the herbs into the medicine pot.

Wei An quickly stopped her, "Your Majesty, please don't do this. The herbs are already sorted. Let me do this rough work."

Cheng Jin didn't listen either. She insisted on helping Wei An pour the sorted herbs on the table into the medicine jar, and then covered the jar when Wei An wasn't paying attention.

Wei An had a good memory. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Your Majesty, did you see me put the shamu root?"