Chapter 393: The Second Injury

The servants in the palace were all very anxious.

"Where is the imperial physician? I asked you to call him earlier, why hasn't he come yet?"

"Maybe he has started to leave, he should be at the palace gate now."

Xiao Yanli was scratched all over his body, and Xiao Chuji was vomiting and diarrhea, his lips were dry and cracked, and he looked like he was only hanging on with one breath.

The imperial physician saw this and gasped.

He hurried forward, and after asking them where they were going today, his hands holding the needle were shaking slightly.

"Your Highness, could it be..."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Xiao Yanli interrupted him while scratching: "Father doesn't have this symptom, hiss... Besides, Jiang Zhiyu has also seen it..."

He kept scratching, "Don't worry about it, think of a way to stop the itch for me!"

The imperial physician saw that he was about to scratch and bleed, so he quickly asked someone to find some herbs to apply to him, but even after applying them, the effect was minimal.

The same was true for Xiao Chuji on the other side. No matter how many ways the imperial physician thought of, there was no effect. It was not until dawn that he could barely control it.

Of course, the movements of this night could not be concealed. In the eyes of others, it seemed that the emperor had been infected, as the imperial physician worried.

For a time, everyone was in danger.

They were even more convinced that the emperor was seriously ill.

In the minds of the people, the emperor who was lying on the dragon bed in a weak state was now in a bustling teahouse, listening to the storyteller telling the anecdotes between the Prince of Yu and the Prince of Nangong.

In the storyteller's version, the first person to come to Tianqi was not Alzaha, but Erzhu Huaji.

It was just that Malzaha got there first.

The storyteller danced with joy: "Erzhu Huaji wanted to fight for it, but Malzaha knew that she was a woman. Once it was leaked, it would be a capital crime!"

The emperor: "Puff——"

"What did he say? Erzhu Huaji, a woman?!"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him with disdain: "Don't be surprised, just make a second mistake."

The emperor: "???"

He knew every word, why didn't he understand it when they were put together?

Walking out of the teahouse, the streets were bustling with people. The emperor walked along with interest, stopping and starting. After a long time, he finally arrived under the Zuiyuelong.

Banzhuang had seen Jiang Zhiyu a long time ago, and walked to the door to greet her with a smile: "Miss Jiang, are you still the same today?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"Who is this?"

Banzhuang's eyes fell on the emperor beside him. The emperor wore a human skin mask and had an extremely ordinary appearance, but his whole body could not hide his imposing manner. It was obvious

that he was not an ordinary person.

Banzhuang's eyes became more and more inquiring.

Jiang Zhiyu coughed lightly: "Too much curiosity in this line of work is not a good thing."

Banzhuang's breathing stagnated, and her eyes changed quickly: "Miss, you are right. This is the first time I see you bring people here. I am a little surprised. Please go in."

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the emperor who seemed to be indifferent to their conversation and sneered.

[In less than half a cup of tea, this matter will be heard by Xiao Yanli. ]

[But he certainly doesn't care about it now. ]

[Hehe. ]

Emperor: "..."

Walking down the building, looking at the luxurious decorations in the building, and the courtiers and gentlemen he saw with just a few glances, the emperor's lips were tightly pursed.

His eyes were complicated, and I don't know what he was thinking.

Even when he entered the private room, his brows did not relax.

In his opinion, he did not favor one over the other when it came to his sons.

As long as they were capable, he would let them do whatever they wanted. Of course, the premise of this statement was that he was willing to abdicate.

No emperor in his prime would be willing to see that one of his subordinates already had a son who could compete with him.

He took a deep breath and said casually, "The environment of this Zuiyue Long is very good. No wonder it can attract so many people. The person behind the scenes must not be underestimated."

Jiang Zhiyu echoed him, "Yes, not to be underestimated."

[This is the male protagonist. How can he compete for the throne without some strength? ]

[This Zuiyue Long will be of great use in the future. ]

The emperor pricked up his ears.

[I remember that two tribes in the northern desert joined forces to attack. There were no generals left in the court, and the emperor was dying. Xiao Yanli pretended to surrender and led everyone into the city. He then tricked several generals and brave soldiers into the Drunken Moon Cage and used homemade gunpowder to blow up the Drunken Moon Cage. No one in the building was spared.]

The emperor was stunned.

The other two tribes in the northern desert joined forces to attack? The Wala is now on the verge of collapse, so there is no need to worry about it.

Then it is Jungar and Heshuo.

It seems that we have to send more people to investigate next.

When the emperor was lost in thought, several women in gauze pushed the door open and came in, all surrounding Jiang Zhiyu.

Playing the piano, string music, singing and dancing, the air was filled with a hazy atmosphere.

The emperor drank while watching Jiang Zhiyu, like a playboy, lift the head of the woman in her arms: "Do you want to go with me?"

The emperor: "..."

He was used to seeing young masters redeem these women, but this was the first time he saw young ladies redeem them.

What did she want these people for? Go back to be maids? There must be many servants in the Tai Shi Mansion,

right ? Compared to the emperor's doubts, the women nodded in a hurry. Jiang Zhiyu chuckled, picked three out of the five, and asked the remaining two to call Banzhuang. Banzhuang quickly came over, and as soon as she entered the door, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Miss Jiang, you are going to take someone away again. You have almost taken away half of my people in the past few days since you came here..."

Emperor: "???"

"Keep it simple, just tell me how much you want."

[You are just trying to raise the price, but in front of me, a bargaining expert, all these are empty words.]

Banzhuang sighed lightly, and then she quickly and skillfully moved the abacus handed to her by the woman next to her.

"These are all women who have just arrived. You will get five hundred taels for one, and one thousand five hundred taels for three. Miss Jiang, please don't say any more to me today. Last time I let you take three away for three hundred taels, and I was scolded for several days."

Banzhuang sighed lightly, her eyes pitiful: "Miss Jiang, you feel sorry for them, and you feel sorry for them, and you also feel sorry for me. Look."

She reached out and lifted her sleeves, and the whip marks on them were clearly visible: "It's all because of last time."

Jiang Zhiyu stood up, picked up her arm and examined it carefully: "It's so pitiful, this red mark..."

There was a glimmer of pride in Banzhuang's eyes.

"It took a long time to paint it."

Banzhuang: "!!!"

She pulled her arm back and said, "Miss, what are you talking about! What's the use of painting? This is a real blow to my body..."

"Can your wound fade?"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't seem to use much force, but she held Banzhuang's hand tightly, and showed her the rouge on her fingertips with her other hand.

Banzhuang: "..."