Chapter 8 Your Highness, I can cure your illness
Zhan Chuyue almost dropped her jaw in shock and said in astonishment: "Third brother, you like her?"
She remembered that the third brother never got close to any woman and devoted all his energy to defending his country and martial arts. If it weren't for the imperial banquet, he would never have married.
It was all her fault for being unconscious, otherwise she could have at least reminded him that night.
She never expected that Cailian beside her was a traitor who secretly poisoned her!
"I don't like it. That night was an accident..." Zhan Beiheng said coldly. He had investigated the incident at the imperial banquet and everything pointed to Jiang Nanjiao.
He didn't know there was something wrong with the tea on their wedding night, and so many days had passed that it was impossible to find out.
Zhan Chuyue: “…”
How can we get divorced when we have already had our wedding night?
"Master, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is here." Mo Ran walked to the door of the room and reported respectfully.
Zhan Beiheng quickly stood up and walked outside.
In the yard.
The man in snow-white clothes was sliding in a wheelchair. He had eyes as dark as the sky, delicate features that were impeccable, and a faint smile on his lips. He looked gentle and kind.
The whole person is handsome and elegant, with an unparalleled figure.
At sunset, scattered rays of light fell on his handsome face, making his already somewhat sickly face almost white and transparent.
"Brother, why are you here?" Zhan Beiheng looked unhappy.
"I can't come? I know everything that happened in these days. I should come." Zhan Yeyuan frowned, somewhat displeased with his concealment.
He didn't expect things to be so complicated.
I originally thought Chu Yue just hit her head and was unconscious, but it turned out that she was poisoned.
Zhan Beiheng's face was gloomy. "I didn't tell you these things because I didn't want you to worry. Whoever is talking nonsense to you, I will punish him by military law."
Mo Ran: “…”
Mo Li: “…”
Shivering!
"I forced them to say that. When our mother passed away, she asked the three of us siblings to take care of each other. Although I am sick, I am not dead yet. I am your eldest brother." Zhan Yeyuan's tone became a little more serious.
"I have asked the miracle doctor from Penglai Island to help you when the time comes. Your disease can definitely be cured." Zhan Beiheng said with a firm look in his eyes.
Whatever it takes, he'll keep him alive!
Zhan Yeyuan smiled as softly as jade, "My sister-in-law said she could help Chu Yue get rid of the poison, why don't you let her try?"
Zhan Beiheng had a cold face and said, "She can't believe it completely."
"Let her try. Now that she is in your hands, are you still afraid that you can't cure her?" Zhan Yeyuan suggested, even though he didn't like this sister-in-law.
But Nanny Fang said that the two had already had their wedding night.
Zhan Beiheng thought for a while and looked at Mo Ran, "Go and call the princess over."
"Yes." Mo Ran took the order and left quickly.
…
Nan Jiao didn't expect that Zhan Beiheng would suddenly ask her to detoxify the Seventh Princess. She was overjoyed as she could put forward some conditions. She was a little surprised when she saw the prince in the room.
The man was dressed in white, looking like a jade tree in the wind, handsome and elegant. Although he looked a little sickly, it did not affect his innate nobility at all.
Because of his illness, he rarely went out, but he still sat firmly on the throne of crown prince.
He and Zhan Beiheng are brothers from the same mother.
The two men, one civil and one military, were the left and right arms of the Qin State.
The Seventh Princess is their biological sister, born to the former Queen.
"Greetings, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Nan Jiao bowed.
"You're welcome, sister-in-law. I would like to ask you to help Chu Yue detoxify. You will be rewarded." There was a spring-like smile on Zhan Yeyuan's pale face.
Nan Jiao glanced at Zhan Beiheng and said, "In addition to the reward, I hope to be able to enter and leave the palace freely."
Zhan Yeyuan readily agreed: "No problem."
"Brother!" Zhan Beiheng's eyes shot towards Nan Jiao like knives.
"She should be rewarded for detoxifying you. As for her freedom to enter and leave the palace, you really shouldn't restrict her." Zhan Yeyuan spoke in a neither fast nor slow tone, his voice warm and gentle.
Zhan Beiheng's handsome face became darker and darker, and he felt as if he was suffering from an indescribable pain.
He will settle the score with her later!
Nan Jiao looked at the cold-faced King Yan's stupid look, raised her red lips, and walked to the bedside in a very good mood, "Seventh Princess, I will help you detoxify within five days."
"Yeah." Zhan Chuyue did not refuse. Although she didn't like her, she couldn't lie in bed anymore.
Nan Jiao took out the silver needle bag and this time used a different acupuncture method. She pricked the Seventh Princess' finger again to force out the poison. The poisonous blood that came out was no longer so dark in color.
While she was giving me acupuncture, she wrote two prescriptions.
"There are some rare herbs. I believe your Highness can find them. This one is for decocting the medicine and this one is for taking the medicinal bath every night." Nan Jiao handed the prescription to Zhan Beiheng.
Zhan Beiheng looked at Doctor Zhang.
Doctor Zhang took the prescription and looked at it carefully. "Crown Prince, Prince Jin, the ingredients in both prescriptions are fine."
He was confused.
Can these two prescriptions really detoxify?
You know, even though Gu Zhengyuan came to see the Seventh Princess, he didn't know what poison she had been poisoned with.
"Go to the warehouse to get medicinal herbs. If there are none, take my token and go to the medicine storehouse in the palace to get them." Zhan Beiheng handed the token of his identity as King Jin to Mo Ran.
"Yes." Mo Ran and Mo Li said in unison.
Zhan Yeyuan looked at Nan Jiao and chuckled gently: "How can my sister-in-law know how to detoxify?"
"I was mentally ill before, so I was abnormal. On the wedding night, the prince knocked me out, which stimulated my brain. My mind returned to normal. I used to know medicine." Nan Jiao explained.
Zhan Yeyuan: “…”
Zhan Chuyue: “…”
Doctor Zhang: “…”
"In that case, I am the benefactor who helped you regain your sanity." Zhan Beiheng had an ambiguous sneer on his lips, his eyes dark and deep.
Nan Jiao: “…”
Listen to me, thank you!
A moment later.
Nan Jiao removed all the gold needles from the Seventh Princess and packed up the silver needle bag. She then looked at Zhan Yeyuan and asked, "Your Highness, have you been feeling particularly cold at night lately?"
"How do you know?" Zhan Yeyuan asked in surprise.
"Your body is getting weaker and weaker, and the temperature drops dramatically at night. Even if you have more bedding and a charcoal brazier, you still can't sleep because of the cold." Nan Jiao said seriously.
Zhan Yeyuan's voice was as gentle as water, "It seems that my sister-in-law's medical skills are even better than I thought."
Zhan Beiheng's face was gloomy. "Brother, why didn't you tell me that you were not feeling well?"
"Brother, have you asked Director Gu to take a look?" Zhan Chuyue's eyes were full of worry. She was really worried that her eldest brother would suddenly leave her and her third brother one day.
After all, the Imperial Hospital couldn't cure his illness.
"It's the same whether you see it or not. If they had a way, they would have cured it long ago." Zhan Yeyuan's eyes were smiling, and his smile was like a spring breeze.
Every day we live longer is a gift from God.
But he still wanted to live longer.
Zhan Beiheng's fists creaked under his sleeves. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't help his elder brother get rid of his pain.
Zhan Chuyue's eyes were red and she was so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.
Imperial Physician Zhang lowered his head and dared not speak. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is gentle and steady, knowledgeable and talented, diligent in his work and loves his people, wise and decisive, and he will definitely be a wise ruler in the future.
But the Imperial Hospital could not cure his illness, and could only watch his health deteriorate.
Nan Jiao said loudly: "Your Highness, I can cure your illness!"
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