Chapter 28
At the gate of the side yard, Chang Xi put his hands on his waist and looked at the people walking towards this side. He turned around silently, crossed the weapons in the hands of the guards, and stood behind the door himself.
"Please stay, everyone. Jueming is treating the emperor. No outsiders are allowed to enter!"
Chang Xi gritted his teeth and spoke in a pretentious manner.
"Am I not allowed to enter either?" Zhou Erlan looked at Chang Xi, then at the two guards who crossed their weapons and prevented them from entering.
"It's not that the prince is not allowed in, but at this critical moment, no one can disturb him." Chang Xi said calmly, his heart pounding. If the emperor's poisoning could not be disclosed, they would definitely be allowed in.
"Besides, Jueming is already the pinnacle of medicine. It seems that you guys won't be able to help much if you go in..."
"ah!"
Before Chang Xi could finish his words, a hoarse scream was heard.
"Your Majesty!" After Lu Zehua said this, he wanted to rush in, and then four shadow guards appeared and blocked his way.
"No one is allowed to enter until the emperor wakes up!" Chang Xi said, staring at them with wide eyes, while listening to the noise inside with heartache.
Seeing this, Zhou Erlan grabbed the impulsive Lu Zehua and waited at the gate of the yard.
"Your Highness, they were not intercepted in the provincial capital, and they entered the Quanrong territory." The city lord rushed over and whispered in Zhou Erlan's ear.
What? Zhou Erlan was shocked for a moment and looked at Lu Zehua.
Lu Zehua stood aside with his eyes closed, without any desire to communicate. He seemed to only listen to his imperial sister.
Inside the house, Tang Mitang looked at the man who was more beautiful than the woman, and ruthlessly stuffed a piece of white cloth into Zhou Xuanqing's mouth, and stabbed her body with needles one by one.
Tang Mitang handed him the needle, watched his technique, and learned secretly.
Except for the scream at the beginning, Zhou Xuanqing kept biting the white cloth and looked at Jueming's face helplessly.
The most vicious thing about the Hanxuan poison is that it will make the poisoned person watch the poison take effect consciously, suffering but being unable to do anything.
Jueming breathed a sigh of relief after the acupuncture, pinched his fingers, sat down beside Zhou Xuanqing's bed, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you still have three months to live, enough time for you to choose a site for your tomb."
After hearing this, Tang Mitang suppressed her shock, took the white cloth out of Zhou Xuanqing's mouth, and then looked at Jueming.
"Is there any way to relieve the cold?"
Jueming looked down at Tang Mitang, shook his head regretfully and said, "Yes, there is, but unfortunately I don't know how to extract and refine it! It's the same as having nothing."
"Don't worry, little girl. Your emperor has figured it out a long time ago. Just urge her to choose a good place with good feng shui. Twenty years later, she will be another peerless woman." After Jueming said this, he glanced at Zhou Xuanqing's pulse which had stabilized.
As a doctor, he naturally couldn't stand people who didn't value life!
Jueming looked at Tang Mitang, thinking about how he had just given acupuncture and she had secretly learned from him, so he raised his chin towards her, motioning her to remove the needle.
"Me? Me?" Tang Mitang asked in disbelief, pointing at herself.
Jueming nodded.
Tang Mitang calmed down and removed the needles one by one quickly, accurately and fiercely, not daring to lose focus for even a moment. By the time he was done, his forehead was covered in sweat.
"Not bad, a promising talent." Jueming sighed, stood up, shook his waist, kicked his legs, and walked out slowly.
He is already so old, yet he still has to run around for this little girl!
Tang Mitang looked at Zhou Xuanqing, and seeing her lying there weakly, she couldn't help but bite her lips, her face full of sadness.
Zhou Xuanqing looked at her, and even though his whole body was in pain, he still smiled at her.
"Ah~ Stop laughing!" Tang Mitang saw her laughing, wiped his eyes angrily, and told her not to laugh.
Her smile was so miserable, as if she had seen through life and death and didn't care about anything.
"If you don't laugh, do I have to cry for you?" Zhou Xuanqing's voice was hoarse and weak.
Tang Mitang held back her tears, pouted at her, and got up to pour her a glass of water.
"Your goose voice is so unpleasant!"
Zhou Xuanqing took a sip of water and looked at her with a playful look in his eyes. This little girl was becoming more and more bold.
Tang Mitang looked at her, forgetting the so-called etiquette between monarch and subject. She couldn't help but said with a little anger: "Zhou Xuanqing, you are really not afraid of death!"
"Hehe~" Zhou Xuanqing laughed twice, looked at her with a somewhat desolate look and said, "Zhou Xuanqing died a long time ago, in the palace turmoil six years ago. If it weren't for the need to protect the Great Zhou and raise a qualified ruler for it, I would have collapsed long ago."
As Zhou Xuanqing spoke, a scene from six years ago flashed before his eyes, where he and his brother were hidden behind a Buddha statue by their father.
Zhou Xuanqing covered Zhou Erlan's mouth and asked him to close his eyes, but she watched Cheng Zhanying brutally kill his father, the emperor, and his mother.
She tried her best not to scream, and watched her father and mother hug each other with all their strength until the last moment, smiling at her peacefully.
In fact, she was already dead at that moment.
If she hadn't wanted to let the Great Zhou fall into the hands of the enemy and leave her younger brother alone, she would have gone after her father, the emperor, and her mother, the empress, long ago.
Tang Mitang couldn't help crying after hearing what Zhou Xuanqing said. How could he speak in such a sad voice! Just like □□...
Six years ago, Zhou Xuanqing was only thirteen years old... When she was twenty years old, she felt the pain of her parents leaving was devastating, let alone a little girl who witnessed her parents leaving.
Outside the door, Zhou Erlan, who was about to push the door open, stood there in a daze.
That day, he only knew that he was held by his sister and hiding behind a Buddha statue. When he thought about it carefully, he did not have many memories.
The Imperial Sister had done too much. She wasn't much older than him, yet she always protected him and tolerated his temper... It was his brother who was wrong...
Zhou Erlan's eyes couldn't help but become moist. Just as she was about to push the door open, she was pushed open by Lu Zehua.
Seeing that he had been listening at the door for a long time, Lu Zehua had become impatient, so he pushed him aside and walked inside. The silver armor gleamed in the light with his footsteps.
It just happened to catch the eyes of Tang Mitang who heard the noise and looked back.
Tang Mitang wiped away her tears and walked away silently. Is this general dressed so brightly? Isn't he afraid that the enemy will see him at a glance?
Lu Zehua ignored Tang Mitang and knelt down in front of Zhou Xuanqing's bed.
Tang Mitang was completely speechless. Looking at his size, he must have been about 1.95 meters tall. Kneeling there, he looked like a bull, the kind that was all muscle.
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PS:
Zhou Erlan: This prince is very sad that he is so ignorant...
Tang Mitang: Be patient and don’t say anything. This is a sweet story, not a tragic one.
Lu Zehua: It’s difficult to find a place to squat down, don’t block the way here.
Chang Xi: You understand now? It's too late!
Song Henian: Come in quickly, I want to see the emperor.
Zhou Erlan: ...
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