What is the most popular thing in southern Xinjiang? The most popular thing is poisonous insects, and various mysterious techniques that are said to be miraculous.

Zhao Ji looked at the bright moon.

Mingyue is Lingxi's only daughter. How could he not teach his daughter some life-saving skills?

Zhao Ji looked at Mingyue tentatively and said, "Could there be something wrong with the emperor? Can you tell?"

Mingyue looked at Zhao Ji and said, "Although Am asked me not to tell anyone, I think you, Brother Zhao Ji, are not a bad person, so I am willing to tell you..."

"Am taught me some knowledge. This knowledge seems to be different from the knowledge that my aunt and the others passed on to me, but it is very useful and can cure diseases!"

When Zhao Ji heard this, he understood that all his previous guesses must have been correct. Lingxi had indeed transmitted some secret techniques of southern Xinjiang to his daughter.

"Then you just handle the matter on your side, Your Majesty. Don't worry about the other things. Those people will naturally not know that you played a role in it."

Zhao Ji was so considerate that Mingyue nodded with emotion. With red eyes, she said to Zhao Ji: "Thank you, Brother Zhao Ji. When I was very young, I promised my mother that I would not recognize my father."

Zhao Ji nodded.

Mingyue was seen standing in front of the emperor's bed. She thought for a while, then suddenly asked for a knife and gently cut a cut on her finger.

Bright red blood flowed out, and Mingyue squeezed the blood from her fingers into the emperor's mouth.

Then he spoke a few words very quickly.

No one can hear clearly what is being said?

But Zhao Ji clearly saw that the emperor's complexion was becoming more and more rosy, and gradually turned into a very unhealthy rosy color.

The next moment, the emperor suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

Then the emperor's breathing became visibly steady, and his complexion improved a lot.

The previous abnormal redness also disappeared.

Mingyue frowned and took back her hand: "It seems that the emperor has been poisoned... and it's a pretty powerful poisonous insect!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Ji's expression changed drastically.

Zhao Ji had imagined that the emperor had been poisoned or was being ambushed by someone, but he had never thought that it was an evil creature like a poisonous insect.

The art of witchcraft is something that is almost only known to the Nanjiang tribe, who have been entrenched in the south for many years.

It has almost nothing to do with the Central Plains.

Even when Lingxi was banished to the cold palace, no one from Southern Xinjiang came to the Central Plains.

It can be seen that the people of Southern Xinjiang do not like to cause trouble.

But suddenly such a situation happened to the emperor, which made Zhao Ji think more.

Moreover, the emperor was almost right under his nose, so how could this happen?

Zhao Ji remembered clearly that the emperor had not shown any signs of decline some time ago.

Even his physical condition was improving, it was only during this period that his energy began to deteriorate.

"Can you tell when the emperor was infected with the witchcraft?"

Zhao Ji could only place his hopes on Mingyue.

Mingyue roughly observed the emperor's body, then took out a knife, cut a cut on the emperor's fingertips, and let out a little blood.

Zhao Ji couldn't see what was in the bright red blood, but when the blood fell into Mingyue's eyes, it revealed countless information.

"The emperor must have been infected with this Gu technique five days ago. This Gu technique should be able to absorb people's vitality, making it impossible for them to nourish their essence and blood, and thus their vitality will gradually decline. If he waits for another ten days or so, the emperor will probably die!"

These were the words Su Xi heard when he entered the room. He was so frightened that he couldn't hold the bowl of soup in his hand steadily, and the medicine he had just boiled spilled onto the ground.

For a moment, a bitter smell spread in the hall. Mingyue smelled it and sniffed.

He reached out and tugged at Zhao Ji's sleeve, obviously wanting to say something.

Zhao Ji walked forward and held Su Xi's shoulders. In such an unclear situation, Zhao Ji had no intention of trusting anyone except Mingyue.

"The emperor was poisoned. Does it have anything to do with you? Have you really been so dedicated to the emperor over the years and have you no second thoughts?"

Zhao Ji specifically used the intimidation that he usually used to punish others!

But in fact, Zhao Ji didn't intend to listen to what Su Xi said.

What he always wanted to hear was Su Xi's inner voice, which was the most authentic feedback.

[The emperor has been poisoned... But didn't Empress Lingxi in the harem pass away a long time ago? Who else in the harem knows about this thing? ]

[How could something that only the Nanjiang people can do appear in the imperial palace... Lord Zhao Ji thinks there is something wrong with me? ]

[I have taken care of the emperor for so many years, how could I possibly harm him? If the emperor dies, eunuchs like me will only be buried with him! I can't wait for the emperor to wake up!]

"Don't worry, my lord. If you really suspect Su Xi, you can have me imprisoned. I really have no reason to murder the emperor!"

Zhao Ji had already heard from Su Xi's inner voice that this eunuch was at least extremely reliable.

Because his life is tied to the emperor's life.

So Zhao Ji slowed down his tone and softened his expression: "Don't blame me, eunuch. This is really the emperor's business and there is no room for error. Now you also know that the emperor is not sick normally, so I have to be more cautious. I'm sorry to offend you, eunuch!"

Su Xi still did not relax after hearing what Zhao Ji said. Instead, she looked at Zhao Ji and said, "My Lord, there is no need to test me anymore. I have been with the emperor since he was a child. No one is more eager for him to wake up than me. If you trust me, I am willing to cooperate with you in anything!"

Zhao Ji was silent for a moment and nodded: "Go and bring all the tools for boiling herbs in the kitchen here."

After Suxi left, Mingyue timidly said to Zhao Ji: "I feel that this eunuch is not a bad person. Before Am was banished to the cold palace, this eunuch once secretly sent clothes and quilts to Am!"

Zhao Ji was slightly stunned. He didn't expect such a thing to happen.

It can be seen that Su Xi's mood is not bad.

"Do you think there is something wrong with the medicine that was just spilled?" Zhao Ji had no idea and could only check them one by one.

Mingyue squatted down, looked at the medicine on the ground, and shook her head: "There seems to be nothing wrong with this medicine."

After Su Xi brought the things over, Zhao Ji asked Mingyue to check the medicine jars and other things again.

Mingyue read it carefully from beginning to end and shook her head.

Su Xi looked at Mingyue with some surprise. She really had no idea about the background of this beautiful woman next to Zhao Ji.

However, seeing how trusting Zhao Ji was, the eunuch didn't say anything in the end. He just thought that this woman was a miracle doctor that Zhao Ji brought in from outside.

"There's nothing wrong with the medicine! It must be something else!"

"This witchcraft requires you to keep invading the dragon's body!"