Chu Wei scratched the heat rash on his body. He had been lurking in the Prince Xiaoyao's mansion for some time now, and he felt like his skin was about to rot. He still hadn't found an opportunity to kill the bastard in Song Yaozhu's belly.
This job the Emperor gave me is really difficult!
He had already eaten several bowls of herbal soup at the cooling medicine stall set up at the Prince of Xiaoyao's mansion. If he kept eating there, he was afraid that he would be punished if he hit someone's child.
But if I go back like this, I'll definitely be punished.
He scratched the back of his neck hard, unable to bear it any longer, and went to the stall to get his medicine.
The woman administering the medicine glanced at him a few times, but still gave him a bowl of medicine. As she handed it to him, she said, "Once you're better, leave as soon as possible. Don't stay in this troublesome place."
Chu Wei swallowed the medicine in one gulp and handed the bowl back.
"What do you mean, Auntie?"
"Look at you, so young, with all your limbs intact and a strong body, yet you come here to drink medicine that's free. It's obvious you're not doing well." With that, she pulled a steamed bun from her bosom, grabbed his hand, and shoved it into his mouth. "Eat up, and then we'll get out of town!"
Chu Wei held the steamed bun in his hand, completely bewildered.
He considered throwing it away, but then remembered he hadn't had breakfast yet, so he took a few bites. Perhaps because the aunt had kept it in her bosom for so long, the steamed bun tasted a little sour.
He had only eaten half of it when he threw the remaining half away, but his steps were unsteady, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded, so he fell to the ground with a thud.
—We've fallen for their trap!
When Chu Weicheng woke up again, he was tied up on the shore in a "T" shape, with a leather belt around his neck, looking like a fish ready to be slaughtered.
Moreover, he was completely naked, making it hard not to suspect that one was about to be dissected and brutally killed.
The entire dark room was lit by only one dim light, which gave it a cool feel even in the summer.
"who?"
After he spoke, the sound of heavy, weak footsteps could be heard.
Only after the person walked up to him did he get a clear look at the other person's face.
He was very old, his hair was dirty and hung in clumps on his chest, as was his beard, giving the impression that he could never get clean even after ten showers.
"So you're the kid who got afflicted by the Life-and-Death Gu?" The old man stroked his beard, grinning to reveal a set of yellow teeth. "Interesting, very interesting. I've been looking for you for a long time!"
Chu Wei was terrified, but then realized who the other person was.
The Ghost Doctor, Buddha's Hand, Su Daoqian!
He had been searching for people who had been poisoned by this kind of Gu poison, and even offered a large reward for them to become his medicine people!
Thinking of his future fate, Chu Wei struggled desperately, but his limbs were tightly bound and he couldn't move at all!
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The cicadas' chirping was disturbing, so Granny Qin had people find spider webs to catch them early in the morning to prevent them from disturbing the princess's afternoon nap.
Song Yaozhu sniffed and sneezed loudly.
"The Ghost Doctor is very satisfied with our gift."
"I would be more than happy to break one of Yuwen Wuji's arms." Yuwen Wuji's methods of controlling people were limited; using Gu poison to control people was a method employed by this paranoid man.
"I'm curious, would Yuwen Wuji have someone implant the mother Gu in his own body? Isn't he afraid of the backlash?"
Song Yaozhu also felt that he wouldn't do that; he was just wasting his life.
"I don't know why he sent Chu Wei here. It makes his methods seem low-level."
Fang Rao noticed that he had been loitering around the Prince's mansion for some time, but hadn't taken any serious action, so they decided to turn the tables and arrest him.
Unexpectedly, this leader of the assassins was so undisciplined and fell into the trap so easily; he was much easier to capture than I had imagined.
They actually dared to drink the medicine they gave them, playing along with their schemes. They're incredibly audacious.
"Let's not talk about him anymore, Song Wenyue has taken the bait," Song Yaozhu sighed.
Although she didn't know who was behind the Jade Bone Regenerating Ointment, she could certainly use such sordid court tactics on her younger sister.
Although it's unclear what purpose she intends to achieve with this, it will certainly infuriate Yuwen Wuji.
"The gold from before has already been used by Peng Er to buy grain and transport it to Yunzhou." Xie Liwei said, then suddenly found it a little funny.
Song Yaozhu looked at him blankly, "What are you laughing at?"
"I feel like I'm a subordinate in front of you, and I have to report my progress to you."
Song Yaozhu glared at him, annoyed. "A subordinate who dares to be disrespectful to his superior is truly not something to be proud of!"
Xie Liwei took the opportunity to kiss her on the cheek, but Song Yaozhu pushed him away in disgust.
"It's so hot!"
"Shall I ask someone to add some more ice?"
"That won't be necessary."
Knowing that the people of Yunzhou were suffering, while she could enjoy the coolness of ice, her conscience was always troubled.
Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste; on the roads, the bones of those frozen to death lie.
Since ancient times, people have been unequal.
Meanwhile, Bai Sanyuan, having received Song Yaozhu's orders, bought horses, hired men, and set off south, chopping bamboo and buying water jars. Many of his friends, upon hearing that he was going to sell water to make a living, laughed at him, saying he had lost his mind.
But when news of the drought in the south reached the capital in mid-to-late August, everyone was stunned.
A drought really did occur!
Mr. Jiju's articles became highly sought after by students in the capital, with everyone analyzing them sentence by sentence.
"Sir, you wouldn't happen to be in Yunzhou, would you?"
"These few lines vividly depict the suffering of those people. If one had not experienced it firsthand, one could not have written so well."
As everyone speculated, someone suddenly said, "Even Master Lianju has gone to Yunzhou, while we scholars are still only scratching the surface. They say that reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. I want to go to Yunzhou and see for myself!"
A scholar shouted.
Upon hearing this, the other scholars echoed his sentiments.
"You're right! I'll go with you!"
"I'll go with you!"
"Let's go! Let's go! Maybe we can also contribute to disaster relief!"
These students raised their arms and immediately left the teahouse, went home to pack their bags and head south. The large group of people caused quite a stir.
Yuwen Wuji also summoned the court officials to discuss disaster relief and ordered them to quickly come up with a disaster relief plan within a day.
However, the news came so suddenly that it caught the ministers off guard. Under such circumstances, if a complete disaster relief plan was to be formulated, they could only turn to past precedents!
However, the Great Chen Dynasty has only been established for a few years, and this severe drought is unprecedented!
Who dares to flip through the files of the previous dynasty?
Therefore, the ministers had no choice but to reluctantly begin writing the regulations, which were incomplete here and there.
The cabinet ministers felt they were about to burn out their old bones, and still couldn't come up with a complete set of regulations in a single day.
Just as they were bracing themselves for a reprimand from the emperor, the "Jin Deng Ke" newspaper posted a few more lines of the scholar's article!
This time, it wasn't an article criticizing current affairs, but rather the disaster relief regulations they needed!
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