"This matter will also benefit you." Si Hai curled the corners of his lips with a sneer, and his smile was meaningful. "This is what our prince asked me to convey to your country."
Doctor Cheng pursed his lips tightly, feeling confused and uncertain: As we all know, the eldest prince Chu Yi was not crowned as a king. Could the prince this person was talking about be...
Prince Kang?! Could this be the person that Prince Kang of Dajing had planted next to Chu Yi?
The more Dr. Cheng thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was very high.
What shocked him even more was that King Kang actually knew the Yue State's stronghold in Danyang City.
Doctor Cheng clenched his hands into fists in his wide sleeves, his eyes dark.
He is not from Jing State, but from Yue State, and has been lurking in Danyang City for more than ten years.
Now, the saint intends to form an alliance with King Kang of Jing State. Once the alliance is established, their Yue State will do its best to help King Kang succeed to the throne. King Kang promised that after the success, he will send reinforcements to Yue State and help Yue State conquer the southwestern Qiang State.
This cooperation concerns both countries and there can be no mistakes. Doctor Cheng had to be cautious and skeptical about Sihai's words. Words alone are not enough. Who can prove that this person is a subordinate of King Kang? As if seeing Doctor Cheng's doubts, Sihai said: "The eldest prince is already weak and sick. It is inevitable that he will be sicker after traveling thousands of miles north. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"Once he returns to Beijing, there will be no such opportunity again."
"Can you afford to delay something important?!"
Sihai put pressure on the other party with every sentence.
Doctor Cheng clenched his fists tighter and his eyes became hesitant.
After a moment, he gritted his teeth and replied: "I'll send it tomorrow."
Sihai stretched out his hand as a gesture of request and did not continue to see the guest off. He stayed where he was and watched Doctor Cheng leave.
The surroundings were as quiet as a tomb. From a distance, Chu Yi could be heard coughing in the hall behind:
“Ahem…”
“Cough cough cough…”
Doctor Cheng walked out with big strides. As soon as he left the Danyang Prefecture Office, he went straight back to Cheng's Clinic and closed it early.
Doctor Cheng fastened the bolt carefully and looked outside through the crack in the door. Only then did he feel relieved and walked inside, passing through the front hall and the courtyard, and came to an elegant room at the back.
A bamboo curtain was lowered, blocking the person behind it. Through the gap in the curtain, one could vaguely see a man in blue sitting on the other side of the curtain.
"Sixth Master." Doctor Cheng bowed respectfully and saluted with his arms crossed.
He did not dare to look up at the man behind the curtain. He methodically recounted what had just happened in the Danyang Prefecture Office, and finally said, "Sixth Master, the Blue Moon Grass is colorless and tasteless. It will make the body of the person who consumes it weaker and weaker, and then slowly die."
"Sixth Master, do you want to add the Jade Moon Grass to Chu Yi's medicine bag?"
The Blue Moon Grass is a secret medicine unique to their Yue State, and is a chronic poison. People who take the Blue Moon Grass will not show any symptoms of poisoning, either in appearance or pulse. Others will only think that he has been ill for a long time and his body has been gradually hollowed out.
The man in blue, known as Sixth Master, carelessly moved the lid of the teapot, one by one, making crisp sounds like porcelain colliding.
The air in the room was dry and stuffy, making people feel as if they would suffocate at any moment.
Doctor Cheng remained motionless in his saluting position. After a while, Sixth Master slowly asked, "Is there anything special about Chu Yi's pulse?"
Doctor Cheng recalled carefully: "Today, I took Chu Yi's pulse again. His pulse was like cotton in water. His Yang Qi was weak and his essence and blood were deficient. It was a weak pulse."
"Chu Yi has always been weak..." Sixth Master seemed to be talking to himself, with a dark and gloomy expression.
At the beginning of the year, Emperor Mingde ascended the throne and discussed with the sage to release Chu Yi and let him return to his country.
It was no secret that King Kang intended to kill Chu Yi silently after he entered the territory of Jing State. The attitude of the sage was that they should just sit back and watch the people of Jing State fight among themselves.
However, King Kang's plan to assassinate Chu Yi failed again and again, allowing Chu Yi to arrive at Danyang City safely.
Master Liu frowned tightly and asked another question: "Can this pulse be faked?"
Doctor Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Based on my decades of medical experience, Chu Yi has a deficiency from his mother's womb. This pulse is hard to fake."
The Sixth Master half lowered his eyes, pulled the corner of his mouth sarcastically, and thought: Prince Kang must be anxious, afraid that Chu Yi will return to the capital, so he asked them to help attack Chu Yi secretly.
Since the sage intends to form an alliance with King Kang, this matter will not be harmful to their Yue State...
Master Liu weighed the pros and cons in his mind, then suddenly opened his eyes, flashing an ambitious and fierce light, and spat out one word: "Give it."
"I'll prepare it right away." Doctor Cheng bowed his head and accepted the order, his eyes shining with excitement.
The sun gradually set, but the weather showed no sign of cooling down and it was still extremely hot and humid.
The city was dead silent, with neither the sound of wind nor the chirping of insects.
Gu Yanfei looked up at the sunset outside the window. The afterglow of the setting sun made half of the sky blood red.
There was a suffocating feeling in his chest. Gu Yanfei half-closed his eyes, his dark pupils seemed to be flashing with blood, and whispered to himself: "Time is running out."
"Meow~"
The little kitten squatting on the desk called softly, with a cute ending that made people's hearts tremble.
The kitten, less than two months old, was at the age of being playful. It stretched out a furry paw to dig up the cinnabar in the porcelain bowl, but the next moment, the flesh on the back of its neck was pinched by several slender jade fingers, and then its body was lifted up.
The kitten, who had been making a lot of noise, seemed to have its acupuncture points pressed. It curled up slightly and obediently, and was thrown by Gu Yanfei into the cat bed next to it, lying motionless.
Qingguang squatted in the cat's bed, licking his paws and washing his face in boredom.
Gu Yanfei picked up a wolf-hair brush, dipped it in bright red cinnabar, and moved the brush with his elbow suspended.
Spiritual power poured into the tip of the brush, and the wolf-hair brush tip slowly drew a curve that was as winding as an earthworm on the light yellow talisman paper.
I just paint slower and slower...
These days, she has been drawing talismans, but the spiritual energy of this small world is too weak, and every talisman she drew failed. Only the two talismans she drew with her essence and blood on the day of her rebirth were successful.
She couldn't use her blood to draw talismans every time, or she would die young! Gu Yanfei stared intently at the tip of the pen dipped in cinnabar, his eyes sore but still unblinking.
The hand holding the pen is as light as a feather, yet heavy as Mount Tai.
After repeated failures, she gradually mastered how to communicate with the almost invisible spiritual energy of heaven and earth with oneness of mind and body, how to transform the spiritual energy into spiritual power and connect it with the cinnabar on the tip of the pen...
At first, she couldn't even draw one-third of a talisman, but now she is only a little bit away.
(End of this chapter)
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