Chapter 76 Chapter 76 is the only authentic version...
Gu Zhizhuo had been squatting for too long and his feet were numb.
She took the hand that Xie Yingchen extended to her and smiled brightly.
"You're still laughing." Xie Jing endured it again and again, gritting his teeth and saying, "Do you know how much trouble you've gotten into? He..."
Xie Jing pointed at Xie Yingchen.
Gu Zhizhuo, a mere woman, was no match for Ke'er, and her lack of knowledge of state affairs was one thing, but Xie Yingchen surely knew what would happen if Gu Zhizhuo couldn't save the Prime Minister, yet he dragged her into this anyway! From the beginning to the end, he was using her.
If the disease was cured, Xie Yingchen would be credited with the main achievement, and Prime Minister Song would be grateful, perhaps even siding with him from then on. If the disease was not cured, the blame would also be on Gu Zhizhuo, who had no sense of propriety and was determined to show off his prowess.
No matter what the result is, Xie Yingchen will not lose anything. This is really a good plan.
Xie Jing said decisively: "Xiao Yunzi, go and lock them all up!"
I am so stupid. If I had sent away the onlookers early, things would not have been so troublesome, at least I could have kept it under control.
Gu Zhizhuo:?
Are you stupid?
"Sir, Prime Minister Song is alive." She looked up at Xie Yingchen, her eyes curved into crescents.
"What did you say? He clearly..."
Xie Jing was yelling in frustration, but before he finished speaking, Prime Minister Song inside suddenly choked and coughed.
He covered his lower abdomen and waited for a while. Hey, the pain was gone!
It doesn't hurt at all.
Even the hidden pain that had been bothering him for the past few years completely disappeared, and his body felt incredibly comfortable.
Is he dead?
"Is this Yama Palace?"
He muttered to himself, sitting up straight, looking around expressionlessly, and touching himself again.
"Don't move."
Gu Zhizhuo scolded, "The needle in your body hasn't been removed yet."
Prime Minister Song shuddered, his mouth opened wide, and he blurted out in astonishment: "I'm not dead?"
"Not yet." After saying these three words, Gu Zhizhuo couldn't wait to say, "Sir, come and see..."
She pulled his sleeve as if no one was around, walked to a pool of black blood, and picked up a small piece of blood from it through the handkerchief.
The fragment was stained with black blood. After wiping it clean with a handkerchief, it turned out to be a small piece of sharp metal fragment.
Xie Yingchen understood immediately: "This should be from a sword."
"Yes." Gu Zhizhuo handed it to the Prime Minister. "You said you had an abdominal injury. When the sword pierced your abdomen, it probably hit your ribs and broke off a small piece. This small piece remained in your abdominal cavity and was not removed. Over time, it adhered to your intestines."
Prime Minister Song picked up the handkerchief blankly, as if he was back to that day.
The bandits stabbed him in the abdomen with a knife, and later when he was fleeing, he stuffed the account book into the wound.
When they arrived in the capital and took out the account books, the imperial physician said that his intestines had been compressed beyond recognition. It took a lot of effort to sew them up again, and he had to recuperate for another three months before he could get out of bed and walk. No one noticed that there was still such a small piece of thing left inside.
"Any food that irritates the stomach and intestines will cause them to churn. For ordinary people, it's just a slight discomfort. But for you, if your intestines churn, this thing might accidentally cut something. At the mildest, it's a dull pain, but at the worst, it can cause blood in the stool or vomiting."
"You are so lucky."
Gu Zhizhuo said this sincerely.
He is really lucky. Even with his intestines stuck like this, he is still alive and kicking. If the wound caused by this fragment was a little bigger, he would have died at any time.
No wonder Prime Minister Song died so suddenly in his previous life, almost from a violent death.
How is this any different from carrying a sharp dagger in your arms, with the tip pressed against your chest at all times? If you were to fall, the dagger would pierce your heart and kill you.
"What kind of wine did you drink today?"
Although Gu Zhizhuo was a young girl who hadn't even reached the age of marriage, facing her sharp gaze, Prime Minister Song still felt a little guilty and said shamefacedly, "Feng...Fengqu wine."
A famous liquor, its strength is comparable to Shaodaozi.
But the aroma of the wine is stronger and mellow when you take a sip. It doesn't feel like drinking strong liquor at all. Even people who are not good at drinking can finish a glass by accident.
Gu Zhizhuo sighed, "It's really not easy to survive."
Prime Minister Song deeply agreed with this.
He really thought he had stepped into the Hall of Yama.
“Brother!”
Without Xie Yingchen's obstruction, Duke Weiguo and Xie Jing finally walked into the box, with Gong Hai lagging far behind.
Duke Weiguo also heard what Gu Zhizhuo said, and said with lingering fear, "I won't dare to persuade you to drink again."
It was almost there, it was really almost there. He was scared to death!!
Song Shoufu couldn't help but look at Gu Zhizhuo, wanting to ask, since he was well now, could he still drink? Even a small sip would be fine. Before he could even ask, he was given a cold look.
He quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, I won't drink at all in my life."
Song Shoufu's face, hair, and beard were stained with black and red blood, and his complexion was as pale as paper. Three silver needles were inserted into his temples, chest, and lower abdomen. But other than that, he was in good spirits and clear-headed, no different from when he had just drunk with them.
Duke Wei fiddled with his jade ring, his heart pounding.
Miss Gu's ability to bring the dead back to life is truly amazing.
Previously, when Prince Chen was seriously ill, he was summoned by the emperor to Xiyunwu and saw Prince Chen dying. All the imperial doctors at that time said that Prince Chen's pulse was cut off and he would not live more than three to five days. However, after the emperor released him from the palace, he survived.
The Duke of Wei had also heard some private speculation within the court that the Emperor had poisoned Prince Chen, which was why he had recovered after leaving the palace. He had originally believed this, after all, the Emperor already had a biological son, so how could he willingly cede the throne to the son of the deposed Crown Prince?
The emperor now sent the imperial physician to check Gongzi Chen's pulse almost every three days. He had examined the pulse case and knew that Gongzi Chen was weak and could die at any time. But Miss Gu had saved the life of the Prime Minister, so how could she not save him?
Now, he finally understood.
It's all a game.
It was Miss Gu who sent him back to Beijing. Perhaps from that time on, the Gu family had already taken sides, and even the arranged marriage was arranged by him.
What a good trick he has to use to deceive the world. Gongzi Chen is indeed cunning.
In just a few breaths, Duke Weiguo thought of many things, until he heard a cry of "The bailiff is coming", he suddenly clenched his jade ring fingers, and his right eyelid twitched.
The theatergoers gathered on the second floor scattered and were all stopped by the yamen runners.
They were from the Wucheng Army, patrolling nearby. They had rushed over after hearing people shouting that someone had killed an official at the Xiang Opera House. Before they even stepped into the private room, they saw Gong Hai.
Gong Hai is the Left Admiral of the Five Military Commandery, in charge of the Five Cities Military Command.
Even if they didn't recognize Gongzi Chen and Duke Weiguo, they would recognize Gong Hai.
"Nothing," Gong Hai said in a low voice, "I just drank too much. You guys can go down."
Drunk?
The yamen runners were not blind to the pools of blood outside.
However, even Admiral Gong was only standing at the door of the box, so the people inside must be very noble.
The yamen runner thought he was blind and hurriedly took his leave.
The attendant who had come in with the yamen runners rushed into the box, shouting, "Master!"
"Master, are you okay?"
He was waiting in the carriage as usual, except that he went to relieve himself. When he came back, he found that the theater was packed with people inside and outside, and he couldn't even squeeze in. He only heard them say that an official had died.
Seeing Prime Minister Song covered in blood, he was so anxious that he almost cried.
"I'm fine. I'm fine now."
"Don't move, I'm going to remove the needle for you."
The chief later noticed the needle on his master's solar plexus and was so frightened that he dared not move.
Gong Hai turned his head to look at the box, his eyes fell on Gu Zhizhuo's back. She was standing sideways, and only her veiled side could be seen. Her long eyebrows reached her temples, and she looked very heroic.
In the past, he only loved those delicate flowers, especially those with tearful faces and begging looks.
Now looking at this heroic, proud and confident woman, maybe it would be a different feeling.
He licked his lips and laughed out loud, "Miss Gu, why are you still wearing this veil? Why don't you take it off and let me see how much better it is than Qingyi..."
An unnaturally cold voice suddenly sounded.
"Qin Chen, throw it down."
The next moment, Qin Chen rushed out and grabbed him with a palm. Gong Hai raised his hand to block, but Qin Chen was one step faster than him. He grabbed his collar and dragged him out of the box.
Gong Hai was born a military general, and to have reached his current position, he must be quite skilled.
But he was in his fifties after all, and was pinned down by Qin Chen in a few moves, with his clothes lifted and pressed against the railing on the second floor.
Gong Hai screamed in surprise: "Young Master!"
"Throw it down."
He met a pair of icy eyes, like an eagle in the dark, and just one glance made him feel a chill in his heart.
Thank you Yingchen!
Gong Hai's expression changed drastically.
With his current status, it is no exaggeration to say that he is in charge of the defense of the capital. If Xie Yingchen wants to seize the throne, how dare he offend him?
“You dare…”
The sound was still in his throat when Qin Chen stretched out his hand and pushed him out from the second floor.
His eyes widened, and he fell down with a scream, landing on the round table in the hall with a bang.
The round table suddenly broke into pieces, and Gong Hai fell heavily to the ground. He was in a terrible state, and the pain in his shins made him sweat profusely.
Duke Wei was dumbfounded.
Gong Hai had indeed acted erratically over the years, but he held military power. Even the princes did not dare to offend him easily. Princess Zhaoyang openly competed with him for the Qingyi, but she would take the initiative to give in several times.
Even if Gong Hai was the first to speak rudely, Gongzi Chen was too impulsive.
Qin Chen patted the non-existent dust on his hands and walked back, standing behind Xie Yingchen and leaning over to look.
Gu Zhizhuo's mind was completely focused on the silver needles. The three needles for the soul-returning technique were as difficult to remove as they were to apply. A single mistake could lead to all the previous efforts being wasted.
She didn't care what happened at all, didn't look or listen.
Every time he pulled out a needle, Gu Zhizhuo would hand it to Qingmei, who would burn the silver needle with fire to disinfect it and then put it away.
After all three needles were pulled out, Gu Zhizhuo rubbed his sore arm, with a satisfied smile on his face, and said: "Remember to take good care of yourself when you go back. Don't drink alcohol, and don't eat raw or cold food. The rice and flour should be cooked softer. You need to take care of yourself for at least three to five years, and it's best to drink porridge for seven days. As for the blood loss, there is nothing we can do. You can ask the imperial physician to prescribe a health prescription." The imperial physician is best at prescriptions.
She gave instructions one by one, and the Prime Minister listened carefully and thanked her repeatedly.
"I won't see you off."
The deathly aura in Prime Minister Song's forehead has completely dissipated, so nothing will happen.
Gu Zhizhuo had put in a lot of effort and was very tired, so he didn't want to move.
Prime Minister Song was still very weak, and his attendant carefully helped him up. He said, "Miss Gu, I will come to your house in a few days to thank you in person."
Duke Wei supported him on his other side: "Hey, Brother Song, let me take you back. Third Young Master, do you want to come with us?"
Duke Wei winked at Xie Jing. Xie Jing opened his mouth to say something but swallowed it back. He pursed his lips slightly, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "I'll go down and check on the carriage first."
Xie Jing went out first. Gu Zhizhuo and Xie Yingchen sent them to the corridor. The two of them slowly walked down the stairs. Looking at the large pools of blood on the stairs, Prime Minister Song felt a chill in his heart.
Did you vomit all this out yourself?
"Brother, you've truly saved your life." Duke Wei couldn't help but say, "You won't..."
Once he figured out what Xie Yingchen had done, he began to doubt that he had taken sides too quickly.
Even if the Third Prince has the Emperor's support, can he really compete with Prince Chen?
In his haste, he didn't bother to test her and spoke bluntly.
Prime Minister Song did not comment, but looked at Gong Hai.
Gong Hai lay there motionless, and it was unclear whether he had fainted or not.
His servants were all around him, hurriedly urging the waiter to find a doctor.
Duke Weiguo knew that he had spoken out of turn and thought that he must have drunk too much. He slapped himself hard on the mouth and carefully helped him out of the theater.
As soon as I stepped out of the door, I heard bursts of muffled thunder.
"Is it going to rain?"
Duke Wei looked up.
There was still a clear sky above my head, the sun was shining brightly, and there was not a single cloud blocking the sun.
Suddenly, a loud thunder struck without any warning.
Rumble.
Exploding in my ears.
The people on the street had not yet completely dispersed. They all had shocked expressions on their faces and stared at the sky anxiously.
Thunder in broad daylight is never a good sign.
“Look!”
On the street, someone screamed in surprise. The lightning struck directly on the curved eaves of the Xiangxi Opera House. A corner of the eaves broke off and fell down with a snap.
As the thunder sounded, Gu Zhizhuo's chest felt like it was being grabbed by an invisible giant hand. The piercing pain made her breathing stagnate, and her forehead was covered with sweat. She fell backwards.
"girl!"
Qingmei screamed in surprise, and Xie Yingchen rushed over quickly, but was still a step too slow. He lifted a whisk lightly and placed it on her back.
Wuweizi was holding a whisk. He was standing under the shadow of a pillar. People were coming and going, and in the hustle and bustle, no one noticed when he came.
Gu Zhizhuo stumbled a bit before regaining his balance. She turned around, her expression startled, her pupils instantly dilated, as if a gentle breeze had passed through her heart, her beautiful eyes gleaming like stars.
Master?!
Why is Master here?
Did he come to see me on purpose?!
Is it the same as what the young master said, that the master had already calculated that she would be his disciple?
All kinds of thoughts kept flooding into her mind, and the pain in her chest kept interrupting her thoughts.
Wuweizi flipped his palm and poured out a brown pill from a small porcelain bottle.
Gu Zhizhuo pulled down her veil and ate it without hesitation.
The pill gave off a faint cool feeling as it flowed down his throat, and it felt as if a breeze had blown into his stuffy chest. He felt as if he had been suddenly thrown into a world of ice and snow. Gu Zhizhuo shivered, and the breath he had been holding came back instantly.
Xie Yingchen guessed the old Taoist's identity and said, "Master, may I go in and talk?"
Wuweizi:?
Hey, why is there another male disciple?
Did Tiandao oversleep and stuff so many disciples into himself?
Gu Zhizhuo looked at him with admiration and nodded.
Wuweizi held the whisk on his arm and followed them into the box. The partition window was closed tightly behind them.
Qin Chen and Qingmei were guarding outside.
"Master."
Gu Zhizhuo pulled at the sleeve of his Taoist robe, tears welling up in his eyes, about to fall but not falling. His black eyes were wet and covered with a faint mist.
Wuweizi looked at her steadily.
He had indeed never seen her before, and her appearance did not look familiar to him at all, but the look she gave him was full of intimacy and admiration.
There was a mysterious feeling that moved him, and Wuweizi gently touched the top of her head.
"Idiot."
These two words are so familiar to Gu Zhizhuo, so familiar that it seems like a dream.
"Why were you struck by lightning?"
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