Chapter 75 Chapter 75 is the only authentic version...
Wuweizi went to the capital this time because of the invitation of his friends from Shangqing Temple. In addition, he was worried that his useless disciple had to go to the capital, a vortex of complicated human hearts, power and interests, to practice in the secular world, so he came to take a look.
However, after entering the capital yesterday, he observed the night sky and found that two imperial stars had lit up in the sky.
This has never happened before.
One of them was the same as before, accompanied by destiny, and was exceptionally dazzling, while the other one was newly formed, with only a little faint light. However, Wu Weizhi discovered that the one born with it was his little disciple?
When did I get a new disciple?
At that moment, Wuweizi even suspected that he was about to ascend to heaven, so his eyes were blurry and he couldn't even see the celestial phenomena clearly.
He cast another hexagram, and the hexagram still showed that he really had a new disciple.
Can the disciple fall from the sky?
He lived for eighty-two years and had never seen anything so strange.
Wuweizi simply followed the hexagram to see what the talent and character of this cheap disciple given to him by the Heavenly Dao was like.
He walked up the stairs to the second floor and first looked at the blood on the ground. It was particularly bright red. The cause of the disease was in the six internal organs, and people who vomited blood were in a very critical condition. Besides the large pool of blood at the stairwell, scattered bloodstains dripped into the corridor.
People coming and going to join in the fun left one bloody footprint after another.
Wuweizi looked in the direction of the bloody footprints and saw a girl with her back to him. It was at this glance that he confirmed that this was the cheap disciple he had picked up.
Her voice was calm and composed, and even when facing such a serious and critical illness, she did not seem at a loss at all.
"Don't touch the needle in your throat."
"yes."
Qin Chen agreed and carefully carried Prime Minister Song into their box. Gu Zhizhuo did not look back, all her attention was on Prime Minister Song.
The Huangquan hexagram is an extremely ominous hexagram and does not allow her to be distracted.
Gu Zhizhuo quickly followed into the box, reminded him, "Don't close the door," and gestured to Qin Chen to put him on the ground first.
Xie Jing was about to follow in, but someone stopped him.
"Cousin Jing."
This address made Xie Jing's scalp tingle. He slowly raised his head and noticed that there was not only Gu Zhizhuo in the box, but also Xie Yingchen.
There was a faint smile on the corner of Xie Yingchen's lips, and his sparse eyebrows and features gave off a sense of alienation that kept people at a distance.
“Why are you here!?”
Xie Jing blurted out, thinking: Could he be following me? Despicable. He must be afraid that I will win over the Duke of Wei and the Prime Minister before him. This thought frantically floated in his heart, and just as it was about to burst out, Xie Yingchen calmly said two words: "Watch the show."
Xie Jing looked incredulous.
Humph, hypocrisy!
He looked towards the box. There were two tea bowls on the eight-immortals table. There was no wine, but there was fruit juice in a glass cup. The fruit juice was half drunk, and there were some marks of lip balm on the rim of the cup.
There were only two pairs of chopsticks, four or five plates with snacks on them, all of which showed signs of being used. There were also only two round stools next to the eight-immortals table, one on the left and one on the right, very close to each other.
All of this proved that there were only him and Gu Zhizhuo in the box.
Were they really here to watch the show together? He stared at Gu Zhizhuo, who was squatting beside Prime Minister Song, checking his pulse, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. Humph, he had originally thought she would remain a widow. The marriage had only been granted for a little over a month, and now these two were going out together.
"What's wrong?!"
Heavy footsteps hurriedly approached, followed by the anxious voice of Duke Weiguo, "Where is Brother Song?"
Duke Wei came with Gong Hai.
Xie Jing pointed inside the box. He suppressed the urge to leave in anger and told himself in his heart that the Prime Minister's life or death was uncertain and he couldn't just leave like that.
Duke Wei took a deep breath and said, "This blood..."
"I vomited it all out." Xie Jing said heavily.
Duke Weiguo was so frightened that his hands and feet went numb. He looked at Prime Minister Song inside. His clothes were soaked with blood, and the red color made people shiver.
Duke Wei was a military man, and he'd seen plenty of blood, not to mention death. But there was something wrong with Prime Minister Song's vomiting blood. They'd just been drinking with him, and he was vomiting blood like this. Not only would he have suspected someone else, but even he himself would have suspected he'd poisoned him.
"Brother Song!"
We have to call a doctor quickly, no, call the imperial physician!
Otherwise it’s really hard to explain.
"Don't go in."
Xie Yingchen reminded him.
The Duke of Wei's body froze, and without even bothering to greet him, he quickly asked, "Master... why are you here?"
"Did the Prime Minister... call the doctor?"
As the Duke of Wei was about to rush in, Xie Yingchen glanced at him and repeated, "Don't go in."
His eyes were cold, and his usually gentle features added an unquestionable oppressive aura of a superior, making him domineering.
After Gongzi Chen returned to the capital, the impression left on Duke Weiguo was that of a "gentle and harmless" person. But now, just a glance made him silent.
Duke Weiguo retracted his foot, bowed and said, "Yes..." His last tone trembled a little.
He didn't quite understand why Xie Yingchen would meddle in such trivial matters.
The Prime Minister was drinking with him and the third prince. If he died of illness, they would be held responsible. He would even be suspected of deliberately killing the Prime Minister for party disputes. The emperor has been ill recently and has no interest in state affairs. Xie Yingchen could easily take advantage of the situation and use this momentum to eliminate dissidents and dominate the court.
Why did he intervene?
If Prime Minister Song were alive, it would be fine.
If he died, I'm afraid even he wouldn't be able to shirk responsibility.
How could Xie Yingchen, the crown prince who was taught by the late emperor with the mindset of an emperor, be a great sage who is devoted to serving the people?
"Please spread out a little."
After Xie Yingchen gave the order, he turned around to look at Gu Zhizhuo. She was not surprised at all. She did not close the door only because Prime Minister Song was out of breath. If she closed the doors and windows, he would die faster.
Gu Zhizhuo's entire attention was on Prime Minister Song, and he took out a small golden compass.
The Tianchi's magnetic needle spun frantically, then suddenly stopped. She stared at the compass and muttered, "A trapped dragon finds water, and the south is the master."
"Qin Chen, move him to the window for me."
Qin Chen didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from doing as he was told.
Qin Chen easily lifted Prime Minister Song up and moved him to the armchair on the south side without touching the silver needle on his throat at all.
The sunlight shone through the window onto Prime Minister Song. Even though he had lost consciousness, he continued to spit out blood, small mouthfuls of blood spurting out continuously, as if he wanted to spit out all the blood in his body. His body was covered in blood, a shocking red color.
Qin Chen's heart trembled as he watched. Even he felt that the Prime Minister was only one breath away from death. If the silver needle on his throat was pulled out, he would die immediately.
"Miss Gu, can you save her?"
Qin Chen asked cautiously.
Gu Zhizhuo remained silent. She had predicted bad luck from all the divinations she had made. Saving people was like fighting for one's life with the King of Hell.
But she likes it!
As Gu Zhizhuo walked over, he took out a silver needle about three inches long from the needle bag. The silver needle was as thin as a hair and reflected a faint white light in the sunlight.
The first injection strengthens the heart and soul.
Gu Hezhi raised his hand, picked up the needle, and decisively pierced the solar plexus.
She moved extremely slowly, twisting the needle with her fingertips in a unique rhythm. When the silver needle penetrated an inch, the Prime Minister stopped vomiting blood.
At two inches, he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were hazy, as if covered by a layer of mist.
At three inches, Gu Zhizhuo finally let go of the hand holding the needle. This needle took a whole cup of tea. Her fingertips lightly flicked the end of the needle, and the silver needle made a soft buzzing sound.
Prime Minister Song uttered an unclear tone: "Gu..."
Really alive?
Duke Weiguo was shocked. He wanted to rush in to take a look, but because of Xie Yingchen, he didn't dare to act rashly. His hands were nervously twisted together.
"Have you ever been injured in the abdomen?" Gu Zhizhuo asked quickly without letting him say anything extra.
"yes."
"Have you had any alcohol just now?"
There was actually no need to ask, Gu Zhizhuo could tell by the smell, he just wanted to check his mental state.
Prime Minister Song nodded.
"How many?"
"three……"
"really."
The same diagnosis as Gu Zhizhuo.
"Didn't anyone tell you not to drink?"
Gu Zhizhuo's brows furrowed slightly, and his voice was as sharp as a blade.
Prime Minister Song felt guilty when he saw her gaze.
He was gasping for breath weakly, his lower abdomen felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, waves of pain came over him, and his whole body was shaking.
He was injured ten years ago when he was ordered to inspect Huaizhou. At that time, there were many bandits in Huaizhou and the people lived a hard life. Not only would traveling merchants be robbed, but ordinary people would also be killed and robbed when they traveled. Even villages and towns were often massacred. The bandits were very arrogant, but the local government rarely did anything.
Song Shoufu uncovered a case of collusion between officials and bandits, implicating nearly 70% of the officials in Huaizhou. Knowing the only way to save his life and return with the evidence was to leave quietly, he quietly left, escorted by several imperial guards. On the way, they were surrounded by bandits, and nearly all of the 300 imperial guards given by the late emperor perished in their efforts to protect him. He was stabbed in the abdomen, barely breathing, and an old servant desperately carried him as he fled. The only remaining imperial guard risked their lives to fend off the bandits' pursuit, while the old servant carried him into the river and swam to the other side.
When he woke up, the old servant was also dead. He stuffed the account book and evidence into the wound in his abdomen, borrowed needle and thread from a farmer, and secretly sewed up the wound. After resting for a few days, he stumbled back to the capital.
In front of the late emperor, he cut open his abdomen and took out the account book.
His illness was also the root cause of the disaster at that time.
It was okay when I was young. After eating some cold and hard food, my stomach and intestines would feel slightly bloated and painful, and I would occasionally have bloody stools. The imperial physician prescribed a health-preserving prescription and I slowly recuperated, and it was nothing serious.
But the older he got, the worse it became. Lately, he'd been experiencing occasional cramping pains in his lower abdomen. Sometimes they were fleeting, but other times they were so severe he'd break out in a cold sweat and writhe on the couch.
Why.
I really shouldn't have drunk this wine today.
Gu Zhizhuo snorted coldly: "I'm sure he couldn't resist his greed."
Prime Minister Song had a face full of shame. It was true that he wanted to take advantage of the alcohol to reject Duke Weiguo, but it was also true that he was greedy.
The aroma of wine lingered around his nose. The old scoundrel, Duke Wei, drank cup after cup in front of him, splashing wine all over the table. Even a saint could not help it.
"You deserve to suffer for not being able to control your appetite."
Prime Minister Song: “…”
Being scolded by a little girl who was not even as old as his granddaughter, Prime Minister Song really wanted to find a piece of tofu and hit his head against it to death.
"Don't move."
"You haven't recovered your life yet."
Seeing that he was conscious, Gu Zhizhuo took out the second long needle.
The second injection is to boost Yang Qi.
"It will be painful, you have to bear it."
After Gu Zhizhuo finished speaking, he quickly inserted the needle without waiting for him to react.
In her previous life, she often performed acupuncture on Xie Yingchen through his clothes, her acupuncture points extremely accurate. The three-inch needle was not affected by clothing and penetrated his lower abdomen. Song Shoufu suddenly felt a burning sensation in his navel, as if it were a raging fire. He suddenly realized that it was Miss Gu who had saved him.
"you……"
He wanted to ask how she knew medicine. The Zhenguogong Mansion had been a martial arts practice for generations, and he had heard the Duke boast that the girls and boys in the mansion could walk and do horse stances as soon as they could. But he had never heard him say that his daughter was studying medicine!
“Ahhh.”
Pain surged up like a raging wave, interrupting his thoughts. It felt like his abdomen had been cut open, his organs taken out, and then tumbled back into a mess. His ten fingers were curled tightly together, and his pale face was twisted and distorted.
"What's going on?"
The Duke of Wei, who was waiting anxiously at the door, was frightened by the miserable howl.
As the long, silver needle pierced his lower abdomen, Gu Zhizhuo pulled out the needle from his throat, and Prime Minister Song spat out a mouthful of blood.
His face was pale and he was dying.
"Brother Song!"
The Duke of Wei exclaimed in surprise.
I wonder if Miss Gu can cure this? It’s almost killing me.
He rushed in anxiously, but Xie Yingchen gave him a look and he stopped abruptly.
Duke Wei gritted his teeth and shouted, "Young Master, look, people are almost dead." He said anxiously, "If Brother Song dies, you will not be able to escape with any regrets."
This is not a threat, it is a fact.
Xie Yingchen intervened without authorization. Even if Prime Minister Song died, the Duke of Wei would not be held responsible. At least he would not be accused of plotting the assassination. However, Xie Yingchen himself would certainly suffer a loss.
"Won't."
Xie Yingchen said with deep eyes: "Blood is black."
This time, Prime Minister Song spat out black blood.
Unlike the bright red blood on the stairs and corridor outside, this blood was extremely black, like ink, and even had a fishy smell.
While Duke Wei was stunned, Prime Minister Song vomited again. This time the blood was even darker and thicker.
"He can't stop vomiting blood." Duke Wei shook his head, "and it hurts terribly."
Duke Wei couldn't bear to watch any longer and sighed, "It's useless."
Indeed. Beads of sweat covered Prime Minister Song's forehead, and painful groans escaped from his lips and teeth. Duke Wei knew that although this old man was a civil official, his tenacity was no less than that of a military commander. When the account books were cut out of his stomach, he didn't even cry out in pain.
Now, I'm afraid it hurts a lot.
"Boss," the waiter couldn't help but ask, "What should we do?"
That person was the Prime Minister. He wouldn’t really die in their theater, right?
"Never mind."
The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man who usually had a smile on his face and was friendly and profitable. But now he had put away his smile and became extremely cold and hard, as if he could take someone's life with just a gesture.
He asked in return: "Didn't you see Miss Qingmei?"
The man that Miss Qingmei is following now sat in the box with her master for a long time last time, and her master even ordered someone to help her find her child.
It’s just killing a prime minister, what’s the big deal?
"Send someone to report this to the master."
The waiter agreed and hurried down.
The shopkeeper listened to the screams of pain like the roars of wild beasts coming from the second floor and walked upstairs.
There were still many theatergoers blocking the corridor. Duke Weiguo was pacing at the door, thinking about how to persuade them, when he saw Gu Zhizhuo take out another long needle.
"Don't mess around!"
"Master, please hold her back quickly."
The third shot, resurrection.
This injection is to take blood from the chest.
Prime Minister Song, who was still crying out in pain the previous moment, suddenly became silent. He twitched violently and then lay motionless.
There was no more struggling, no crying out in pain, and even no more vomiting blood. It was as if he was dead.
"Oh, it's dead."
A guest couldn't help but sigh, "A woman's job is to take care of her husband and children, but she has to show off her strength and get herself killed."
"Women don't have the ability to cure diseases and save lives."
"Let's go. There's nothing to see anymore."
“…”
The bustling noise had no effect on Gu Zhizhuo at all. She stood up, took the white handkerchief handed to her by Qingmei, and slowly wiped the blood off her hands.
"No."
In the crowd, an inconspicuous old Taoist said softly, "He's alive."
Wuweizi's face was filled with satisfaction and his eyes were bright as if he had discovered a rare treasure.
The Three Soul-Resurrection Needles were his original creation, and none of his clumsy and stupid disciples had learned it. Unexpectedly, this good disciple who fell from the sky actually used it.
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