Chapter 150 Chapter 150 is the only genuine version...
There was silence for a moment.
Officers and soldiers from the Water Dragon Bureau came and went, pushing two water dragons over. The long barrels mounted in front of the water dragons sprayed water towards the small building.
The waiters took the guests away one after another, leaving only a few musicians and singers standing there, looking anxious.
The sound of water and explosions could not cover up the wheezing sound in Duke Weiguo's throat.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
"no."
The first to oppose it was King Jin.
The Duke of Wei came to Tianxi Tower with the Prince of Jin.
It was Duke Cheng'en who asked him to be the middleman to discuss with the King of Jin about the cancellation of the engagement between the two families.
As a result, Duke Weiguo didn't have time to say anything before he was pulled by Prince Jin and cried for a long time. Prince Jin kept drinking, talking about Xie Qiyun's illness, and saying that Duke Cheng'en was too bullying. In the end, he even said that Xie Yingchen interfered in the county affairs for Xie Qiyun, and ordered a joint trial by the three courts.
Duke Weiguo didn't want to join in the conversation, so he just pretended to drink with him, drinking one glass after another.
"Miss Gu," the King of Jin said coldly, his face stern. "You're not deliberately trying to take advantage of this opportunity to kill the Duke of Wei."
He flicked his sleeves and snorted, "Cutting a neck to treat an illness is unheard of."
"Next time, are you going to say that chopping off a head can cure a disease? That's ridiculous."
Gu Zhizhuo didn't bother to pay attention to him. He just said to Prince Li, "Opening his trachea will relieve his current acute condition and allow him to breathe."
"His illness was too severe and too sudden. Even if I prescribe medicine now, he won't be able to take it."
Gu Zhizhuo took out the needle bag and quickly gave him an injection near his Adam's apple. The spasmodic throat of Duke Weiguo relaxed a little, and his breathing became obviously smoother.
Prince Li was surprised and delighted: "Isn't this all right? Miss Gu, you are deliberately trying to scare me, right?"
He raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead: "You girl..." He smiled to ease the tension in his heart, but he found that there was no smile or calmness on Gu Zhizhuo's face. Instead, his expression became more solemn.
After just a few breaths, Duke Wei's breathing became rapid again. His lips turned blue and white amidst the wheezing sound, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
Gu Zhizhuo had no choice but to continue inserting the needles, saying without even looking up, "The smoke has blocked the Duke of Wei's airway. Acupuncture can only make him feel a little better, but he won't be able to hold out for long."
Gu Zhizhuo spoke frankly: "A cup of tea at most."
This is based on the use of acupuncture.
Prince Li's smile froze on his face. He wanted to ask a few more questions, but Xie Yingchen had already made his decision: "Cut it off."
Prince Li's mouth was half open and half closed, and he turned his head to look at him with a stiff neck: "Chen'er, this, this..."
"Prince Chen," the Prince of Jin shouted coldly, "You say cut it off?! If anything happens to the Duke of Wei, can you bear the responsibility?"
Prince Li secretly pinched Xie Yingchen's arm and winked at him with disapproval.
To put it bluntly, if the Duke of Wei died now because of a relapse of his old illness, no one would blame Xie Yingchen. But if, because of Xie Yingchen's words, his neck was cut and he could not be saved, I am afraid many people would think that Xie Yingchen was taking the opportunity to eliminate dissidents.
Xie Yingchen is only the regent now and has not yet firmly established his position in the court. There is no need for him to take this risk and attract criticism.
What's more, Duke Weiguo wholeheartedly supports the third prince, and Xie Yingchen is his political enemy!
This kid used to be very smart, why doesn't he understand?
Duke Weiguo's pupils dimmed. Although Prince Li did not say these words directly, he could guess them.
If it were me, I would have stood by and watched. However, I wasn't the one making the choice now; I was the one lying here. Duke Wei closed his eyes and silently shed a tear for himself.
He was speechless, unable even to nod his head to decide his own life or death.
I will never drink again.
If the old man King Jin hadn't said something he didn't want to pay attention to, he wouldn't have drunk one cup after another, nor would he have run out to the toilet after drinking too much.
Duke Weiguo felt extremely aggrieved. He opened his mouth desperately and breathed with all his might, but he could only barely inhale a tiny stream of air.
He knew he was dying.
"Chen'er," Prince Li said vaguely, "Prince Jin has some truth in what he said."
The Prince of Jin was a man who could best judge the situation. The Duke of Wei had come out with him, and now he was repeatedly questioning and saying "no," fearing responsibility! Prince Li advised, "Don't be impulsive. I'll have someone send a few more doctors over."
He said this to exclude Gu Zhizhuo's responsibility, so that no one would say that Gu Zhizhuo deliberately refused to save people.
Prince Jin frowned and thought: Prince Li is old, and he is really meddling in other people's affairs.
Xie Yingchen only asked, "Yaoyao, is this the only way?"
"Yes." Gu Zhizhuo said affirmatively, "If you don't cut the trachea, you will die."
And they will be suffocated to death.
There was no hesitation or confusion in Xie Yingchen's eyes. He just said, "Then cut it off."
"Chen'er!" Prince Li pinched his sleeves. Why did the young couple have such different tempers? They insisted on doing whatever they thought and would not listen no matter how much he tried to persuade them.
"Granduncle, the Duke of Wei has been at court for thirty years and has rendered great service to Daqi. Now his life is at stake. While it is still possible to save him, how can we watch him die because of some trivial suspicion and partisanship?"
"I believe the Duke of Wei would also be willing to give it a try."
Duke of Wei: ...
Right, right. He wanted to live. Even if the chance of survival was less than 10%, he didn't want to suffocate to death.
Xie Yingchen said solemnly: "Yaoyao, you do it."
"good."
After she finished speaking, she took out the knife she carried with her in front of them.
"Chen'er!"
Prince Li looked at Duke Weiguo lying on the ground. He was breathing out more than breathing in, and blinked at himself with his last bit of strength.
He pulled Xie Yingchen aside, stood in front and said, "Miss Gu, you do the cutting. This is my decision. If anything goes wrong, I will take full responsibility."
Xie Yingchen had even managed to win over the usually upright Prince Li? Prince Jin narrowed his eyes in displeasure. He took a step forward, pointed at Jiang Chao's body, and sneered, "Slit the throat? Is that how he cut it? Uncle Prince Li, Xie Yingchen is just taking this opportunity to eliminate dissidents. Don't let them use you as a shield."
"Just slit his throat and he'll live. Hahahahaha, this is hilarious."
"Of course he can survive if his throat is cut." Gu Zhizhuo looked up at him and said slowly, "Not only can he survive if his throat is cut, but he can also survive if all his skin is peeled off. If I want him to live, he can live too."
She curled her lips and smiled wantonly: "It depends on you, Your Highness, whether you believe it or not."
"Qingmei, come over and give me a hand."
"Chongjiu, ask someone to get some strong liquor, and then find a bamboo tube that's the thickness of a finger and the length of its knuckles. If you don't have a bamboo tube, a jade tube will do."
"Sir, don't let them get close."
Gu Zhizhuo doesn't care about anything else. If the young master asks her to save him, then she will!
Lose all your skin... can you survive? Prince Jin's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to ask for clarification, but his voice stopped abruptly.
He suddenly noticed that the blood flowing from Jiang Chao's neck did not flow around the body, but all flowed in the same direction. King Jin's eyes followed the blood, moving slowly.
"Gui Madam?"
All the blood actually flowed to Gui Niangzi's feet.
Lady Gui, holding the pipa, also silently lowered her head and looked at the blood at her feet.
Her eyelids were drooping and a veil covered her face, perfectly concealing all her overflowing emotions.
The entertainer who was traveling with him also exclaimed repeatedly: "Gui Niang, look, why is there so much blood?"
Ah. Lady Gui seemed to have just discovered it. She screamed and stepped back repeatedly, her embroidered shoes leaving a series of bloody footprints on the ground.
Prince Jin's pupils suddenly shrank.
That borrowed fortune successfully deceived the heavens and changed his fate. However, because the formation's key was missing and the formation was incomplete, Changfeng Zhenren also suffered from karma. To avoid the backlash of heaven, Changfeng Zhenren has been mostly at Shangxu Temple for these years, never leaving.
This time, it was also because of his repeated requests that he agreed to come to the capital.
But once he leaves the temple, someone must deceive the heavens for him and share the cause and effect of the years. Jiang Chao is one of them. The talismans given to these people actually contain mysteries.
Prince Jin had also asked in Blackwater Castle why the formation's core was so necessary. He remembered Changfeng's words clearly: he had said that the formation's core could bear the consequences and backlash for him.
Blood is the human soul. If there is a formation eye, the cause and effect of the entire city will be integrated into the formation eye along with the blood.
The soul of the one at the center of the formation will be shattered and there will be no reincarnation, but correspondingly, the caster will not have to bear the consequences of the consequences.
Unfortunately, the life and death of the core of the formation was unknown, and its whereabouts were unknown, which made the ritual incomplete.
Prince Jin stared at the blood on the ground.
The terrain was quite flat, and the water from the hose only formed small ponds nearby, except for the blood.
Prince Jin's heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of his throat.
He slowly lowered his head, twitching the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but seemed to be desperately trying to hold it back. Could it be that his luck was really that good, that Lady Gui was the key to the formation back then?
"Wait a moment." Prince Jin stopped a passing waiter and asked, "Do you know where Lady Gui is from?"
This was no secret. Lady Gui had never concealed from anyone that she was from Yongzhou. The waiter said respectfully, "Yes, it's Yongzhou. Lady Gui is from Yongzhou."
Found it! King Jin was ecstatic and clenched his fists excitedly.
He couldn't wait to ask, "Which city is it from?"
"Then I don't know." The waiter said with a polite smile, "Do you want me to go and ask?"
King Jin was about to say yes, but stopped himself.
No, if she is really the daughter of the Yin family, if I rashly mention Blackwater Fort, it will only alert the enemy.
Wait. Wait some more.
If you get the point of the formation wrong, you will be doomed.
Even though he thought so, he couldn't stop his excitement and looked in the direction of Gui Niang from time to time.
Back then, the Yin siblings were only about twelve or thirteen years old, so their ages matched. If it was really her, it would be great. Yun'er could be saved.
"Gui Niang. It seems like the King of Jin has been looking at you all the time." The musician holding a zither whispered to Gui Niang.
"Stop joking." Madam Gui raised her eyes, her peach blossom eyes sparkling, the corners of her lips slightly raised, and the veil covered this half-smile.
She raised her chin and said, "I'm not kidding. Look, Prince Jin must be asking the waiter about you."
The courtesan's name was Ting Lian. Like Gui Niang, she was about twenty years old. In her youth, she had been the top prostitute on the Qinhuai River's flower boats. Before her beauty faded, she redeemed herself.
Ting Lian was very perceptive and saw that while the King of Jin was talking to the waiter, he glanced over here, with greed in his eyes. Ting Lian knew what he was talking about at a glance.
Gui Niangzi's slender jade-like fingers stroked the pipa strings without any response. Her slightly trembling eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes, covering up the hatred that was about to overflow from her eyes.
"Go back, mother." Ting Lian hesitated for a moment, but still whispered, "Don't look down on us because we are lowly. People like us can actually live a good life if we don't get married."
When she raised her eyes, the corners of Gui Niang's eyes were raised, and she was full of charm.
"I'm far from the only one on the brothel who's redeemed herself, but I'm the only one who hasn't married yet. I've seen firsthand how my sisters live. Those who marry into wealthy families become concubines, their beauty fades and their love fades. For those of us who have no children, how we live depends entirely on whether the wife can tolerate us. Those who live poorly can't even afford to eat."
"Even if I married someone else, it would be the same. No matter how nice they said, they would still despise us for being prostitutes. When I first joined the flower boat, I brought my sister with me. After redeeming her, she married a peddler. I paid for his small shop and thought I could live a peaceful life for the rest of my life, but he died the next year."
Even if they redeemed themselves, they would still be considered slaves, unless they married into decent families and became naturalized along with their husbands. To escape this slavery, the sisters would try to find a way to marry as soon as they left the boat. She was kind and open-minded.
It doesn't matter if she is a prostitute. As long as she doesn't get married, no one can control her. She can spend the money she earns on herself. No matter how expensive the rouge and powder are, she can afford it if she grits her teeth.
She said, "A noble like the King of Jin is just acting on a whim at best."
"Sister Lian, you're right." Madam Gui took her arm and chuckled softly, her laughter as light as water. "I won't be stupid."
Ting Lian stopped talking, and the two of them leaned their heads against each other. Ting Lian changed the subject and said affectionately, "I just heard that they want to cut the Duke's neck. Do you think he can survive?"
"Yes." Madam Gui's eyes were bright.
She had only met this Miss Gu twice, but each time she was surprised.
Especially that day, she stood in front of the window and saw with her own eyes that Miss Gu rescued the little girl who was already dead.
Her fingertips tensed, resisting the urge to touch her throat.
Ting Lian couldn't help but stretch her neck, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything. She sighed, "If someone can survive even with their neck cut, it would be incredible..."
"Old Xiang! Duke Weiguo, Old Xiang!"
Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the other end. Ting Lian nervously grasped her hand and whispered, "Look, Prince Jin has gone over there too. Has his neck been cut? Is he alive, or... or dead?"
To live or to die.
King Jin also wanted to know, so he walked over quickly but was stopped by Xiangyang more than ten steps away. He also couldn't see what was going on inside.
For a moment, he didn't know whether he hoped that Duke Wei would live or that he would die.
If the Duke of Wei died, the Third Prince would lose a significant supporter, but Xie Yingchen would inevitably be branded as a clique member, excluding dissidents, and deliberately murdering the Duke of Wei. He would also be able to seize the opportunity to consolidate the Duke of Wei's power and connections.
But, if I cut my neck, I wouldn't die...
He was worried and asked impatiently, "Let me in."
Xiangyang didn't care who he was. The smile on his baby face was brighter than the sun, and he refused to give in.
"Uncle Li Wang!"
Prince Li was so nervous that his hands were sweating, so he had no time to pay attention to him.
The Duke of Wei's neck had been cut. The little girl from the Gu family, worthy of being a daughter of a general, had surprisingly steady hands. She raised the knife and cut, as if she were not cutting a human neck, but a chicken neck. The moment the knife came down, his heart nearly stopped.
As a result, the Duke of Wei, who was about to die, came back to life with a breath, and his face, which had turned pale from holding his breath, now had some color.
He actually pulled the person back from the brink of death.
It’s amazing!
The knife wound on Duke Weiguo's neck looked hideous, but only a little blood flowed from the surface of his skin, and even on his collar were only a few bloodstains.
Prince Li was about to ask a few questions when he saw Gu Zhizhuo flip his hand, and a small jade tube appeared on his finger, which he then swiftly inserted into the neck of Duke Weiguo.
Prince Li was so frightened that he dared not look. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked his attendant to help him to rest nearby. His legs were so weak that he could hardly walk.
His old bones really can't stand the shock.
"Uncle Li. Duke Weiguo..."
Seeing that it was the Prince of Jin, Prince Li nodded and said, "He's alive."
"Really alive?!"
Prince Li glanced at it from a distance and said, "Yes. Alive."
"Not only can he survive if his throat is cut, he can also survive if all his skin is peeled off." Gu Zhizhuo's words echoed in King Jin's ears. Yun'er's illness was getting worse day by day. King Jin was really afraid that he would not survive until the formation was completed.
If Miss Gu could save...
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