Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 368 Tea Art
The palace people stopped.

Fu Jiuqu raised his eyes and smiled.

The hall was filled with incense, and there was silence.

Xin Yi walked over with Xing Yuan's support, her footsteps were so light that she seemed afraid of trampling on the ants on the green bricks, until she walked to Zhang Xueyi's bed, Xing Yuan lifted the curtain for her, she groped and sat down to hold it Zhang Xueyi's hand.

"The imperial concubine..."

With a soft voice and a sympathetic expression.

"Did you hear, noble concubine? The official family still loves you the most... How can you be willing to leave such a good official family and go alone?"

Crowd: ...

What's the use of saying this?

Can saying these bring the dead back to life?
Xin Yi didn't seem to notice those gazes, her voice was very calm and gentle, "Xingyuan. You lift the concubine's head up, and then feed the concubine some warm water..."

Whatever Xin Yi ordered, Xing Yuan would do.

When Concubine Zhang Guifei's upper body was completely lifted up, Xin Yi then lowered his head and put his hand on his left wrist, as if he was thinking about something, and nodded slightly.

"Is it because the blood volume is insufficient, and this is why I have not woken up?"

She was talking to herself, and in the eyes of everyone looking at the monster, she suddenly bit her lower lip, raised the wound on her left wrist, bit hard, then hissed as if she was afraid of pain, and tears fell down immediately.

"Then do it a little more."

Meng Ning couldn't bear it anymore, "What are you doing?"

Xin Yi said: "Brother said that I was seriously ill and could hardly live. It was a witch doctor who injected medicine into my blood and saved me... I thought, since my blood is fused with witch medicine, maybe it can be cured." Save the noble concubine's life?"

Meng Ning: "Are you crazy?"

Xin Yi slightly bent the corners of his lips, with a gentle and gentle look, "Witch doctors are very common in our Dali, and they are not as scary as you imagine. You just think my blood is just a medicine... Even if it doesn't work, There is no damage to the body of the imperial concubine..."

Everyone seemed to be listening to the scriptures, and their expressions changed again and again.

But as the saying goes, "A dead horse is treated like a living horse." As long as Zhao Zhen doesn't stop him, no one will dare to say anything.

Before Xin Yi's voice fell, she had already brought the wound on her left wrist to the corner of Concubine Zhang's lips, as if she was afraid of pain, her brows were tightly frowned, she was clearly a strong woman who was nervous, fearful and righteous.

Using blood to save people, they still misunderstood her?
Zhao Zhen's heart was turbulent.

From the beginning to the end, Xin Yi was very serious.

Blood dripped from the corners of Concubine Zhang Guifei's lips, while Xin Yi's other hand, which seemed to be wiping the corners of Zhang Xueyi's mouth, was actually secretly pressing the medicine into her mouth.

Because her back was facing the eyes of everyone, and she was Fu Jiuqu's favorite woman, Zhao Zhen couldn't get too close to her, and the others were even farther away. No one saw this little trick.

Time passed little by little.

With the breeze blowing around the beams, everyone's expressions became visibly tense, until Zhang Xueyi suddenly opened his hazy eyes, stared blankly at the person in front of him, and slowly turned his face to Meng Ning in the hall, roaring fiercely.

"Bitch, it turned out that you hurt me..."

Hearing Zhang Xueyi's voice suddenly, Zhao Zhen didn't have time to think about it, and strode to sit beside the bed with the hem of his robe lifted.

"Xueyi! You're awake..."

A low cry, it can be said that it is not affectionate.

Xin Yi took two steps back silently, ready to watch the Gongdou play.

Sure enough, Zhang Xue, who woke up, seemed to have opened the battle dungeon, and her hypocritical temper exploded to the extreme. She threw herself into Zhao Zhen's arms, and tears fell down like she didn't want money.

"Liulang, Liulang, I thought I would never see you again in this life..."

Whispering, miserable...

There was silence in the hall.

Except for Zhang Xueyi, no one has ever heard of a concubine called "Liulang" of the official family. People have long forgotten that Zhao Zhen, who is ranked sixth, is indeed the Liulang of the family.

Originally, Zhang Xueyi only dared to call him so intimately when the two of them were getting along in private.Now that she is fleeing from death, and she is a patient again, it's just the right time to make Zhao Zhen love her...

At the same time, Zhang Xueyi's position in Zhao Zhen's heart was completely separated from others.

Some people are afraid, some people are shocked, some people are happy.

Everyone in the hall looked different.

Zhou Yiliu folded his hands in front of his body, his fingers unconsciously clenched, his knuckles were faintly white.

Cao Yushang's brows did not move, his smile remained unchanged, neither his expression nor his movements changed in the slightest, and he even calmly ordered the imperial physician and people who had nothing to do with the palace to retreat outside the palace, so as not to let the scandal of the royal family fall into others in the ears.

Looking at it this way, Xin Yi feels that the person who chooses the Cao family must be an expert with a big picture and a long-term vision.

After all, not everyone can regard the queen as a profession, not just the emperor's wife.

Empress Cao did it, and she was able to take herself out of the role very well, watching with cold eyes without emotion, wiping the emperor's ass anytime and anywhere, and doing her job well...

Everyone filed out of the inner hall.

Watching Fu Jiuqu leave, Zhou Yiliu's eyes moved slightly, as if thinking of something, he supported the back of the chair and got up, and was about to follow out, but was stopped by Empress Cao.

"Miss Zhou, you stay here."

The panic in Zhou Yiliu's eyes flashed away, and then he leaned forward, "Yes."

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"Liulang, it's this lowly maid who wants to kill me...to kill me."

Zhang Xue also didn't just cry, she grabbed Zhao Guanjia's sleeve and pointed at the pale palace maid Meng Ning who was kneeling in front of the bed.

"My concubine treats her well...I didn't expect...she would join forces with others to deceive my concubine...and even want to take my life...Officials, you have to decide for my concubine..."

Meng Ning was so frightened that she lost her mind and kowtowed non-stop.

"Your maidservant is wronged, my maidservant is wronged, the official family... the imperial concubine must have listened to the slander of the traitor...or she has fallen into that, that witchcraft, so she can speak nonsense..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Zhang Xueyi gritted her teeth, her red eyes staring like a rabbit, wishing she could bite her to death.

"When I was in a coma, I heard you talking to someone... you said you were going to put some kind of bug in my cage..."

Meng Ning's expression turned pale, "No, the servant girl does not."

"Do you think that this palace is dead, so you dare to be so unscrupulous? It's a pity, this palace should not die... Come back alive to find out you, a wicked servant... Cough, cough cough..."

Zhang Xue also spoke excitedly, coughing continuously.

"Officials... you want to avenge my concubine... I was murdered by others..."

"Besides this evil maid, who else is there?" Zhao Zhen comforted Zhang Xueyi, and cast a cold glance at Meng Ning who was shivering.

"I don't know..." Zhang Xue also shook his head weakly, leaning on Zhao Zhen's body, tears dripping down again, "This evil maid is from the palace of the concubine, and the concubine is familiar with her voice ...Even if she is half asleep and half awake, she still recognizes her, and the other person is leaning against the window and talking, but he is not from the concubine's palace..."

"Ayima." Regardless of Meng Ning's weeping denial, Zhao Zhen turned to ask Xin Yi.

"Tell me, what's going on here?"

Xin Yi was taken aback in surprise, as if wondering why the official asked her, he hesitated for a moment, and then responded with a smile.

"I talked with the imperial concubine for a while at night, and the imperial concubine suddenly said that she was depressed and out of breath, so I called Miss Meng Ning and asked him to teach the imperial physician. When the imperial physician comes, there is nothing wrong with me. Sitting on the edge..."

Zhao Zhen lowered his eyebrows: "Go on."

Xin Yi: "Then, then the queen also came, and everyone said that the imperial concubine could not be saved..."

Zhao Zhen: "Then where did you go?"

Xin Yi: "I went to the backyard."

Zhao Zhen glanced at her wrist, still suspicious, "What are you doing in the backyard?"

"Sacrificing the witch to summon the soul." Xin Yi raised his cut wrist, and said it as a matter of course: "The witch doctor's method looks scary, and the blood of the sacrificer can be used to show sincerity... I'm afraid it will cause panic, so I can only do it." Go to a secluded place in the backyard where no one can see me."

Having said that, Xin Yi chuckled suddenly.

"However, I accidentally overheard Miss Meng Ning talking furtively with a palace man. My girl said that the man also gave Meng Ning a bamboo tube and instructed her to put it in the imperial concubine's clothes cage."

Zhao Zhen lowered his face, "Why didn't you make a sound when you saw it?"

Xin Yi tilted his face, and said in a daze: "I thought they, like me, were also trying to find a way to treat the imperial concubine..."

Then, as if she had done something wrong, she lowered her head and sighed angrily.

"If I had known that they were going to harm the imperial concubine, I would have risked my life not to do so, and I would have gone up and argued with them, how can I use insects to harm people..."

A single word was dragged on by her, innocent and wronged.

It can be said that after the second wear, Xin Yi not only became blind like a fish in water, but also learned Zhou Yiliu's tea art perfectly.

(End of this chapter)