His Royal Highness, he is plotting against me

Chapter 113 Chance
"They are all quack doctors! Quack doctors!"

"My child is still alive, why don't you save her, why?!"

"Doctor Cao, Doctor Cao! You are so powerful, you saved me, so you can save Ah Si too, okay?"

"She's only four months old...she's so young..."

Chen Fulin cried and knelt down for Cao Deru.

Cao Deru felt uncomfortable, but he was really helpless.

He tried everything he could think of, but he could only touch the ground with his head.

Seeing that she was too emotional, Qin Ao hastily pulled her up and hugged her tightly.

Chen Fulin couldn't even stand up.

As soon as he let go, she would collapse to the ground.

He clenched his back molars and asked, "Is there really no other way?"

He had this premonition ever since he took the child out of the flames.

But he was always looking forward to a miracle.

That's his daughter...

After he went down every day, he would go back to tease her.

He watched her grow from the size of a palm to four months old.

He was as worried and cautious as her mother, looking forward to her growth.

"The minister is incompetent!"

Still these four words.

It's not that the imperial doctors don't want to save her.

But they couldn't help it.

All the available methods were used, but the little Princess' breath hadn't completely dissipated, but she couldn't be rescued either.

They know it well, it's just a matter of time.

Qin Ao closed his eyes.

He took back all the warmth that was about to burst out of his eyes.

"In that case..."

Then let her go as she pleases.

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a gentle voice at the door.

"Wait a minute!"

Everyone looked up.

A white figure slowly walked in from outside the hall.

It's really white.

Clean white clothes.

Snow-white long hair.

Gray beard.

"Master Qi?"

Qin Ao looked at the visitor with some surprise.

Qin Tianjian is in charge.

Qi Yang.

He was born in an orthodox Taoist sect, but he has been an emperor for three generations, and no one knows his real age.

When Qin Ao was young, Qi Yang looked like this, more than 20 years later.

The old man has changed and has not changed.

There is a more detached temperament all over his body, as if he will rise to the top at any time.

Fortunately, this dynasty does not believe in Buddhism.

But maintain the most basic awe of the gods.

If it were those who believed in Buddhism in the previous dynasty and wanted to live a long life and become immortals.If Elder Qi wants to fool you, he must fool you one by one.

"Didn't you travel in the sky?"

How would it appear here?

Dajing's Qin Tianjian was in charge.

Even more mysterious than His Majesty's Dragon Guard.

Even the people of Qin Tianjian may not be able to see them for ten or eight years.

But it was this kind of mystery that made Qi Yang admired countless times.

There is a saying: a supervisor made of iron, a supervisor of flowing water.

The gods of Qin Tianjian have changed batch after batch, but their supervisors are not dead.

Yes.

Old, but not dead.

Qin Ao had a chance with Mr. Qi when he was young. Compared with most of those who have never seen the Qin Tianjian of this dynasty, the two of them are not strangers.

"The old man had a chance with this kid. He set off to return to Beijing a month ago, and he still caught up with him."

Chen Fulin heard that his legs were no longer weak: "Old God, can you save my daughter?"

"Ok?"

Qi Yang was taken aback, "Old Immortal?"

It was the first time he was called that by someone!

"Old Immortal" squinted his eyes, looking at the woman in front of him.

Ok……

Not bad.

Good fortune lingers all over her body, and the fate of the phoenix appears faintly.

It's the opposite of what her liar father said was ugly and ugly. It's not in vain that he cheated that bad old man for 500 taels.

But the old god shook his head, "The one who can save her is not the old man, but herself."

Chen Fulin's eyes darkened.

Couldn't even the old god save her daughter?
Qi Yang took out a white jade tablet from his bosom, and said: "Put this thing on the child's heart and raise it for seven days. If the heart pulse recovers after seven days, he will be able to live. Otherwise, let's bury it properly!"

Chen Fulin was overjoyed again when he heard the words, "Thank you, old god!"

She took the jade token from the old fairy's hand.

It felt hot when I held it in my hand.

Her daughter was saved!

"The old man said that the only one who can save her is herself. If she wants to live, she can live."

Before Qi Yang left, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said to the two:

"If she can stay by that child's side all the time, the chances of winning will be even greater."

He pointed to Chen Fulin.

Feng Ming, who died halfway, suddenly resumed.

Heaven favors.

There are also some advantages for the child.

Qin Ao personally sent the man outside the gate of Changxin Hall.

"Thank you, my lord, for saving my life!"

Qin Ao bowed deeply.

Qi Yang waved his hand, "The old man said, this is a chance between me and that kid."

"When she recovers, you take her to live in Dongming Temple for a month every year, until she reaches the age of Ji."

People who shouldn't have appeared in the world, some people have exhausted their efforts to make her appear.

What can he do?

Of course, if you can hold your hand, you can hold your hand.

Watching Elder Qi leave, Qin Ao turned and returned to the hall.

Chen Fulin had already placed the jade plaque in his daughter's heart.

She will also watch over her daughter every step of the way until she wakes up.

The imperial physician was also sent away.

Apart from the servants, there are only three members of their family in the temple now.

"I'll ask someone to bring the pheasant slave over here too. You'll be staying in Changxin Palace these few days to accompany Ah Si."

Qin Ao sat beside her, and leaned over to look at the pale-faced daughter.

Chen Fulin nodded, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes, she turned her head and said:

"She's still alive."

Qin Ao swallowed with difficulty.

He said "yes" and took her into his arms.

He knew that what she was talking about was not only about their daughter now but also breathed a sigh of relief.

And the imperial physician just now sentenced to death.

And when I was in Changle Hall before.

She said so firmly that her child was inside.

She is still alive.

Although that tone is so weak.

But she is still alive.

She is four months old, but she is also trying her best to live.

How could they give up on her?

After staying with the mother and daughter for a while, Bi Luo also came over with the nanny holding the pheasant slave.

Qin Ao then left to deal with other matters.

Busy all night.

Only now did he dare to really leave when he knew that his daughter was still saved.

And some accounts should be settled...

The palace gate was sealed overnight and finally opened.

Officials and family members who participated in the palace banquet were also able to go home.

His Majesty also personally bestowed new year gifts to each family, saying: "I just can't bear to part with all my lovers, and I want to celebrate the New Year with all my lovers."

But everyone knows that something big happened in the palace last night.

After returning home, I didn't care about the first day of the new year, so I kept looking for news.

After a while, everyone knew the situation.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Asked the same soul question as the empress: "Does the princess not want to live?"

If the Wang family's misfortune had nothing to do with her, maybe the empress would be considerate, and at worst, she would be demoted to a commoner, and this life would definitely be saved.

But she couldn't think about it, murdering the emperor's heir?
Or is it the only daughter of the prince who has just been rewarded by His Majesty?
This is a proper old birthday star hanging himself.

Tired of life crooked ah!
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