The treatment of Levitra is a completely closed-loop system.

He almost stayed in his bedroom and never came out. After a few days, the imperial physician also left the mansion.

Many eyes in the capital were staring at this place. Some people who thought that Li Ningfeng was seriously ill could not help but wonder, "Why did all the doctors leave? Could it be that he was cured?"

Even outsiders who have nothing to do with the matter are speculating like this, so of course those involved in the matter are also worried.

Uncle Liu paced in his room with a frown on his face.

He had lived in this mansion for most of his life and was one of the few people the old marquis trusted. But even so, after the arrival of that strange doctor, he was not allowed to approach the young marquis' room.

During the closed treatment period, only the old marquis, the prince and Fu Biao were allowed to come in and out freely.

The old man was very old, but he was being manipulated by Fu Biao, but he didn't show any anger on his face. Uncle Liu saw it clearly, and the sadness on the old man's face seemed to have dissipated a little.

What is the current situation of Lianfeng?

After Li Ningfeng returned from the frontier, he was very careful about his diet and did not trust the people in the mansion. Uncle Liu knew that he would not waste food, so he thought about this.

Although the thing that man gave him was precious, it was not poison and could not be detected by ordinary means.

The area around Li Ningfeng's bedroom was heavily guarded, and with so many people watching, he couldn't get close at all.

But if Li Ningfeng is fine, then he should be the one in trouble!

Uncle Liu stopped and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

The Regent Palace.

Lian Shenwei's blood was delivered to the mansion by candlelight every day, and the rest of the time he would keep an eye on the mansion for him.

It has only been a few days, and he has not lost much blood, but he feels cold easily, and when he stands up, his vision occasionally goes dark for a moment.

Now he doesn't mind taking so many pills at every meal that they can be regarded as meals. He takes blood-replenishing pills and body-regulating meals every day.

When Mingzhu and Tiannan first learned about this, they tried to persuade him for a long time. They even knelt outside his study door for a whole night. Seeing that he still hadn't changed his mind, they both began to dislike the young marquis.

They knew that their master was in poor health and had to bleed him every day, so they kept a closer eye on his eating and daily life, fearing that Lian Shenwei might feel unwell.

Tiannan came in from outside and reported, "Master, Mingzhang sent a message saying that there is movement in the Marquis' Mansion."

"After a few days, there should be some movement." Lian Shenwei took out the scissors, reached for the candle core, and said in a gentle tone: "Let's wait and see where he goes. Don't be alarmed."

Tiannan: "What if we find the person behind this...?"

Lian Shenwei: “It’s not certain that we can catch him.”

But if you catch him...

He applied slight force with his hands, and with a click, he cut off a piece of the candle wick.

The room went dark for a few seconds before brightening up again. The flickering candlelight shone onto the window frame, reflecting the gentle and elegant profile of the Regent of the Great Sheng Dynasty.

Tiannan inexplicably sensed a hint of chill. He lowered his head, not daring to look at his master's face again.

Treatment with Levitra is still in its early stages.

Feng Ke officially used Lian Shenwei's blood as a medicine for him today. So his face was very ugly all day.

Once the medicine was used, the treatment was officially decided and Lian Shenwei had to bleed for at least four months.

Fortunately, part of the blood can be replaced with medicine, and with his conditioning prescription, if I take a little bit every day, I can barely hold on.

Li Ningfeng's legs were so painful that they were numb, and his realm dropped to Kaiyang realm. He didn't care much about it, because the drop in realm was only due to the dissipation of his internal strength. As long as his legs were healed, he could adjust for a few days and then re-enter Tianheng realm.

Ying Jingjue came in with a solemn look.

"Jing Jue."

"What happened? Why are you so anxious?" Li Ningfeng sat in a wheelchair, his calves soaked in the hot, bloody water in a bucket, hurting him so much that he felt weak.

Ying Jingjue saw scenes like this every day, but every time he saw the blood in the bucket, he would feel inexplicably sad. He looked away and said with deep eyes, "Uncle Liu is in trouble."

"..." Li Ningfeng looked slightly stunned, "Uncle Liu?"

Ying Jingjue nodded: "I have been keeping an eye on the people in your house these days. I have also assigned a few of my secret guards to stand guard by your side. It can be said that everyone in this house is under surveillance."

"Mr. Fu Biao told me about the blood-melting insect in your legs, so I suspected that someone close to you had tampered with your food while you were not paying attention. This thing cannot be detected by a poison tester.

Now that there is hope for your recovery, if I let anyone know, that person will be very upset. Uncle Liu went out last night.

Li Ningfeng suddenly remembered that a few days ago, after he finished practicing, Uncle Liu would always bring him a bowl of porridge in the name of his father.

In the whole family, apart from his father, he only trusted Uncle Liu to some extent.

Li Ningfeng was silent: "You mean, Uncle Liu has something to do with someone outside and is trying to harm me?"

"I had a suspicion. I sent someone to follow him and found that he was heading to a very ordinary trust house. But I don't know why he suddenly died."

"Uncle Liu is dead?"

Ying Jingjue nodded: "All his internal organs turned into pus. One moment he was rushing to Xinzhuang, and the next moment he was dead."

Li Ningfeng looked gloomy: "It doesn't look like something from the palace, but more like something from the underworld. Is it also a Gu?"

"The imperial physician in the palace doesn't understand these things. Mr. Fu Biao... is a man of the underworld, and has a strange temper. It's better for him not to get involved in this matter. There is no way to investigate it now."

A good person died right before my eyes.

Ying Jingjue hadn't had a good rest for a long time, and this incident gave him a headache.

Things have already happened, and it is obvious whether Uncle Liu was the one who attacked Li Ningfeng. What is more important now is to find the person standing behind Uncle Liu.

An enemy in the open is scary, but what is even scarier is not knowing who your enemy is.

He didn't think this matter had anything to do with Lian Shenwei, because if Lian Shenwei was the mastermind behind Uncle Liu, the distance between the Loyalty Marquis's Mansion and the Regent Prince's Mansion was not too far, so there was no need to trust Zhuangzi at all.

and……

Ying Jingjue felt that, with his teacher's methods, he might not be unaware of Ning Feng's current situation.

Who knows, there might be people like Lian Shenwei around the Marquis of Loyalty’s Mansion.

Li Ningfeng: "Mr. Fu Biao told me that the blood-melting dragons came from the Northern Barbarians, and the people behind the scenes must also be related to the Northern Barbarians."

"There are people from the Northern Barbarians outside the capital. They may not be too far away, and they are always aware of the situation in the capital."

His heart slowly sank.

If his current situation spreads to the border, the Northern Barbarians will certainly look for opportunities to attack and undermine the morale of the soldiers on the border.

Especially a few months later, between summer and autumn, wars were most frequent. The northern barbarians were fat and their horses were strong, making them much more difficult to deal with than in winter.

My father has a leg injury and cannot go to the battlefield. Most of the border generals are city defenders and I am afraid they will not be able to resist.

The military talents of the prosperous dynasty had dwindled to this point without anyone noticing.

What he thought of, Ying Jingjue naturally thought of as well.

"The capital is not safe either."

The young Chu Jun sighed, "For now, you have to take good care of yourself and recover. I will take care of the things outside, and the emperor will also help you."

Li Ningfeng: "The emperor values ​​you more and more. You should be careful with the regent."

"Um."

Lian Shenwei did not look surprised when he learned the news that Uncle Liu had died.

This capital city is really a sieve, full of holes. But since he came here six or seven years ago, he hasn't noticed anything strange.

It seems that the people from the Northern Barbarians infiltrated the capital much earlier than he arrived there.

In other words, it may have already existed during the reign of the previous emperor, and it may have already grown to a certain scale by now.

The person behind the scenes was cautious and suspicious, and he must have planned to kill Uncle Liu in advance.

He picked up his pen and drew several circles on the map of the capital.

His gaze stayed on the circle of "Foquan Temple" for a moment, then he paused and made a dot of ink next to it to mark it.

Since we don't know who the enemy is, we might as well be patient and lure him out of his hole.

Two months later.

I have been in the capital for some time. Now it is mid-April and the weather is warm.

The effects of long-term bloodletting became increasingly apparent. During this period, especially in the later period, Lian Shenwei had intermittent sleeplessness during the morning court sessions, often could not wake up, and had an alarmingly low body temperature.

Even when you are in a stable mood, you may occasionally experience palpitations.

He had to write on his right arm, and since he had been injured before, he could not injure himself again, so he could only make cuts on his left arm, one after another, tearing and healing repeatedly, making it extremely ugly, but it was all hidden under the gauze and spring shirt.

Tiannan helped him change his clothes into a black court robe with gold embroidery. When he was tying the belt, he was slightly stunned and his hands stopped moving.

Lian Shenwei endured his tiredness and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tiannan felt as if a thorn had pierced his heart, and whispered, "Master, you have lost weight again, your waistband has become looser, and your clothes don't fit you anymore."

He, Ming Cang and Mr. Feng Ke probably have the same mentality.

I have taken good care of him for so many years, and finally managed to keep him healthy, but now he has become so thin that he looks terrible.

Lian Shenwei thought about it, took off his outer shirt, wrapped two or three circles of thin cloth around his waist and abdomen outside his inner shirt, tied it up, and then put on his outer shirt.

This time the waist belt won't slide down.

He looked down and smiled. "From this perspective, isn't it stronger than it was a few months ago?"

Still thin.

Tiannan pursed his lips, picked up the cloak beside him and put it on Lian Shenwei.

Afterwards, he took out a box of candles used for disguise, adding a touch of rosy charm to his master's pale face.

Lian Shenwei felt that his complexion was too dull and it was easy for others to notice something, so he started using these gel lip balms to cover it up a month ago.

But he was a man after all, and letting people see it would only arouse more suspicion. He asked Ming Candle to adjust the color to a lighter one so that he could maintain the same complexion as before the bloodletting.

Tiannan: "Master, the things you requested have been prepared. Mr. Feng Ke will come over secretly tonight."

Lian Shenwei: “Yeah.”

Everything is ready, and it is mid-April, less than two months away, which will be the tenth anniversary of the demise of Fudu Villa.

He got on the Regent's carriage and drove towards the imperial city.

The peaceful capital city, which had been peaceful for many days, was broken by Lian Shenwei.

The regent prince, dressed in court robes, stood in the court with a calm expression and said to Emperor Jingcheng on the dragon throne: "Although the Nan'an fraud case has come to an end, there are still some people who are so bold as to defy the imperial authority."

"The capital is located in the north, where the majesty of the emperor is magnificent, and the princes and officials are naturally happy and submissive. However, the south is rich, but few people have directly felt the majesty of the emperor. Therefore, I suggest that Your Majesty follow the example of Taizu and tour the south to intimidate the four directions."

Southern Tour.

When these words came out, all the officials were shocked and came out one after another to persuade him to stop.

"No, Your Majesty!"

Emperor Jingcheng was sick all day long. He had been taking medicine all the time since he ascended the throne. How could he go on a tour to the south in this state? If something happened, the crown prince was young and inexperienced, and it would be another big shock.

The northern barbarians are watching covetously. Even if they were to die here, they would not allow Emperor Jingcheng to go on a southern tour.

Ying Jingjue's eyes were gloomy, and he knelt down and said, "I, your son, also think it is inappropriate."

An old minister trembled and cursed: "Prince Regent! What on earth are you thinking?!"

He was about to say more when he was stopped by his good friend.

"What are you thinking?" Lian Shenwei chuckled. "Sir, when did I tell you that His Majesty must personally go on a southern tour?"

Ying Jingjue raised his head suddenly.

As expected, he met Lian Shenwei's gaze.

"Your Majesty, I think that since His Royal Highness is the crown prince, he is also qualified to tour the south on behalf of the emperor. No matter how much the sage books talk about the relationship between the emperor and the people, it is not as profound as my own personal experience. This is a matter of great benefit to His Royal Highness, Your Majesty, and the country."

Just now, the ministers were afraid that Lian Shenwei would once again have the final say in the court, and they objected so strongly that they thought Lian Shenwei was going to do something. Now that he suddenly took a step back, they didn't know how to react for a moment.

The prince's party also fell silent. If the southern tour was successful, it would undoubtedly be a sign that the prince had secured his throne. It would also be equivalent to announcing to the world that Ying Jingjue would be the future emperor.

Although the dangerous plots along the way were foreseeable, the royal guards were no pushovers.

Emperor Jingcheng was silent: "Prince, you are still young..."

"His Majesty."

Lian Shenwei said in a gentle voice: "It is April now. The southern tour passed through Shunfu, Nan'an, Yunbei... When we arrived in Jinling, it was June. The flowers were in full bloom. I think it must be very beautiful."

"I will also go with you to assist His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The princelings were immediately furious.

Are you kidding? Lian Shenwei follows the prince. Isn't this like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth?!

They resisted even more fiercely than before, and the people of the Third Prince and the First Prince remained silent.

The person on the dragon throne remained silent for a long time, so long that even the prince's party members stopped making noise and the hearts of all officials were in their throats.

Only the Regent King was still standing, with a calm demeanor and a smile on his lips.

Ying Jing decided to look away and think carefully about the last sentence Lian Shenwei had just said.

There doesn't seem to be anything special.

But why did the emperor remain silent, while his teacher... seemed to be certain that the emperor would agree to the southern tour?

Emperor Jingcheng hunched his back slightly. The dragon chair was cold, so he straightened his back and sat on it. It had been the same for ten years, and he was getting more tired day by day.

Not a single brick or tile in the Golden Palace has changed, and there is no sign of the passing of time.

Ten years.

The emperor sighed softly.

"Pass on my decree that the Crown Prince will go on a southern tour, and the Regent Prince will assist him. Make preparations today, and there must be no mistakes."

Lian Shenwei lowered his eyes and lowered his voice.

"Thank you."

Sister, he is going to take Jingjue back to Jinling.