In the following days, the palace was shrouded in a haze that was difficult to dispel. Baopu began to frequently go in and out of Emperor Ying Qian's bedroom.
The room was filled with calming incense, mixed with the stench of decay emanating from Emperor Ying Qian's body, and the smell was not pleasant.
Emperor Ying Qian felt itchy and painful all over, and he couldn't help scratching, but the slightest effort would cause the skin to break and pus to flow. Over time, the wounds showed no signs of healing, and even became red and swollen.
He was going crazy.
The imperial doctors of the Imperial Hospital had been desperate since the fire in the Yangxin Palace. They racked their brains and searched through medical books, but they couldn't find the root cause of Emperor Ying Qian's illness. They trembled and said, "We are not good at medicine."
"Master Baopu."
The old imperial doctor looked at Baopu, "Didn't you break the witchcraft? The box doll was also destroyed, but why is the emperor still not well?"
Baopu stood aside, almost laughing in anger.
"I am a Taoist priest, I can only break the law."
"The emperor's condition did not continue to deteriorate, that is my credit. As for the treatment, it is your business."
He whispered: "Those who don't know would think that the palace has a bunch of rubbish, or that you people are full of selfishness and don't want the emperor to get better."
The voice was very low, but the palace was empty, just right, everyone could hear it.
Emperor Ying Qian lay weakly on the couch, veins bulging under his hands, and he resisted scratching.
The doctors looked horrified.
During this period of time, the emperor was unwell and had several rages. Many people were dragged down and chopped.
They were afraid of being implicated and suffering an unprovoked disaster: "We dare not."
They studied the puppet before it was destroyed. The needles on it were covered with toxins.
They specially found ten people to be infected with toxins, used human experiments, and prescribed medicine to detoxify.
When the effect was significant and confirmed that there was no mistake, they gave it to the emperor.
But for some reason, the emperor's wounds became more serious after taking it.
They thought about it, but there were other poisons in it that they didn't know about.
But they have checked inside and out. The things that His Majesty touches, eats and uses on a daily basis have also been checked, and there is nothing wrong.
Baopu stood there, looking at the worried looks of these people.
Reassurance.
Fortunately, he got on Wei Zhao's pirate ship.
Thinking of that person, Baopu couldn't help but say the word "absolute".
When the fire in the Yangxin Palace caught fire, he felt something was wrong.
The fire was too big, and the medicine powder was instantly ignited by the heat, and the servants serving in the Yangxin Palace would also inhale it.
The medicine powder is colorless and odorless. If you come into contact with special incense within three days, you will be infected.
The risk is too great.
After all, in addition to Emperor Ying Qian, there will be people who are unwell.
But... no.
Wei Zhao seemed to have predicted that the black shadow would take over after Emperor Ying Qian got into trouble, and take turns to look after him during those few days. Even the servants who served before would never let them enter the inner hall.
The only one who was infected was Emperor Ying Qian.
Therefore, no one would think that the cause was the fire in the Yangxin Palace.
Even if the imperial physician thought of it, the Yangxin Palace was in ruins, so where would the evidence be?
How to prescribe the right medicine?
"Your Majesty."
At this moment, someone stepped in with light footsteps and no sound could be heard.
"Three princes request to see you."
Emperor Ying Qian had long been impatient.
He felt that the imperial doctors kneeling on the ground should die!
But his repeated killings were of no avail.
"All go down."
The imperial doctors wiped the sweat from their faces and crawled away as if they had received an imperial decree.
"Zheng Xu stays."
When Bao Pu walked out, he glanced at the most inconspicuous one among the imperial doctors. He withdrew his gaze without making a sound.
After everyone left, Zheng Xu knelt tremblingly on the spot.
There was a dead silence in the hall.
The intermittent breathing in the curtains was even clearer.
The sick face on the dragon couch was uncertain, and Emperor Ying Qian's cold eyes were like a poisonous snake, and his skinny fingers tapped the jade pillow lightly.
"Do you think Bao Pu is reliable?"
Zheng Xu was so scared that he clasped his hands together and pressed them tightly to the ground, leaving two sweaty palm marks on the gold brick in front of him. He pressed his forehead forward, his body in a strange arc of submission.
How could he not be afraid?
The three days of incense were his doing.
But he couldn't do anything, his wife and children were in Wei Zhao's hands.
"I dare not guess."
Emperor Ying Qian opened the curtain, although he was in a mess, but his slightly cloudy eyes were frighteningly bright.
"I have dreamed of Wei Fengxing frequently these days."
"I can't help but remember that I sent you to cure his cold."
Zheng Xu's breathing stagnated slightly, he didn't dare to breathe heavily, and tried to suppress his fear.
How could it be a cure for a cold?
It was clearly asking him to do something.
"His health was getting worse and worse at that time."
Emperor Ying Qian never mentioned the word "harming others".
"It is quite similar to me now."
Zheng Xu swallowed his saliva: "Your Majesty is the true dragon emperor, who is entrusted by heaven to rule the four directions. You will be blessed by Ziwei for your minor illness."
"Although your pulse is floating, it contains vigorous vitality, just like a latent dragon gathering strength. He will recover soon. How can that short-lived Duke Shun be compared to him."
Emperor Ying Qian sneered.
Baopu's previous words about preserving his selfishness made him pay attention.
Apart from the black shadow, the only people who came in and out of the emperor's bedroom at will and took care of him closely were these imperial doctors.
He examined Zheng Xu for a while and then lay down again.
"Go down and let the three princes come in."
After Zheng Xu left the bedroom, he saluted the princes.
"How is your father today?"
The fifth prince Ying Yin asked.
Zheng Xu responded respectfully, his eyes somewhat evasive, but he did not forget what Wei Zhao had ordered, and before leaving, he looked at Ying Zhi calmly.
His calmness and hesitation to speak were seen by the dark shadow in the dark.
When the three princes entered the palace, he informed Emperor Ying Qian in advance.
"Your Majesty, Zheng Xu was very enthusiastic about the second prince..."
After saying that, he did not forget to continue.
"When Taoist Baopu met the three princes earlier, he was very enthusiastic about the fifth prince."
Why enthusiastic?
Dragon spirit?
Emperor Ying Qian's breathing gradually became heavier.
None of them made him worry-free.
"Father."
The three came over.
Emperor Ying Qian was silent.
"Fourth brother."
Ying Cheng was called.
"Go and pour me a glass of water."
Ying Cheng went and brought it to the dragon bed, but as he got closer, the rotten smell in the tent was mixed with ambergris, like the smell of a coffin just opened.
Ying Cheng lowered his head and tried to ignore it.
Emperor Ying Qian had a splitting headache and patted the dragon bed beside him.
"Sit down and feed me."
You should know that Ying Zhi and Ying Yin knelt to feed water.
This is already the supreme grace.
During this period of time, Emperor Ying Qian has been cultivating Ying Cheng's ambition.
Ying Zhi lowered his head to hide his suspicion.
Ying Yin's face showed no expression.
Emperor Ying Qian didn't care what they thought in their hearts: "Have you found out?"
One person can report, and the elder is respected. Ying Yin looked at Ying Zhi.
Ying Zhi stepped forward: "Yes."
"After we got the news, the three of us brothers did not make it public, and we were eager to see our father."
The five fingers with bulging veins on the bright yellow brocade quilt suddenly closed, like twisted branches, tightly strangling the brocade quilt.
The murderous intent in Emperor Ying Qian's eyes could not be hidden.
"Who!"
Ying Zhi said word by word: "Yang Changzheng."
Emperor Ying Qian pushed away the bowl of water that Ying Cheng was holding.
Ying Cheng didn't want to feed him.
So he didn't hold it firmly, and the bowl of water fell to the ground.
With a snap, the bowl broke into several pieces.
Ying Cheng stepped back in fear, away from the poison gas, and knelt on the ground.
"I am guilty."
Ying Yin: ...
Ying Zhi: ...
Ying Qiandi: ... Waste.
Ying Qiandi did not want to see this unpromising son.
His eyes went dark, and he took a deep breath to calm his anger.
"Is the evidence...conclusive?" (End of this chapter)
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