Song Dynasty female artist

Chapter 352 Who cares who he is
Just thinking about it, there were two servant girls, one on the left and the other on the right, folded up the screen.

What came into view was a large vermilion bed with khaki curtains. The bed was huge, and now that the curtains were hanging down, Su Yixin could vaguely see someone lying on the bed.

After entering the room, Zhao Jin took off the black scarf, bowed his knees and saluted the person lying on the bed: "Xizhi has seen the prince."

nani.

The one lying on the bed is the famous Eight Great Kings?
It was so easy for her to meet the prince.

That is to say, the Eight Great Kings knew that they would come tonight.

Didn't you mean the hostile camp?

Let them in so reassuringly, and you are not afraid of them getting assassinated or something.

Seeing Su Yixin standing there, she didn't intend to be courteous, and Zhao Jin didn't remind her. Strictly speaking, Su Yixin was considered an outsider.

People from other places don't need to kneel and worship. The Song Dynasty preached Taoism and respected Taoist priests.

"You child, don't be too polite."

The person lying on the bed coughed twice, and the servant girl who had just removed the screen immediately came forward, moved the bed curtain to both sides, and tied the thin rope on the bed curtain with a gold hook. "eight".

The servant girl standing in front of the bed waited for the bed curtain to be finished before going to the bedside and slowly helping the man to sit up.

Su Yixin finally saw clearly the true face of the famous Eight Great Kings in history.

After the Eight Great Kings sat up, they put their feet on the pedals, their hands on their knees for strength, their backs were slightly bent, and their hair was originally tied up, but because they were lying on the bed, many strands of hair were loose. scattered down.

The eight kings in history seem to be 57 years old.

But at this time, he was already full of hair, his face was also covered with wrinkles, and his slightly cloudy eyes were extremely majestic.

He is worthy of being a prince who has been in a high position for a long time.

Zhao Jin stood up and said to the Eight Great Kings: "Your Majesty, this is the person Xizhi mentioned to you, Miss Su. Miss Su played an important role in finding the spirit-gathering formation left by the Xixia people."

The Eight Great Kings looked at Su Yixin.

The look in his eyes was much more kind: "Ms. Laosu has made this trip."

"My lord is serious."

When the Eight Great Kings said these few words, they had to take a breath: "Recently, this king has felt tightness in his chest, can't sleep at night, finally falls asleep, and has nightmares again and again, which makes this body's bones worse every day."

The Eight Great Kings said bluntly: "This king always feels that it is not like an ordinary illness."

Just looking at this appearance, it seems that time is running out.

"What did the doctor say?"

The maidservant who had just helped up the eight kings heard the words: "Physician Xue said that the prince is suffering from worry, so he should be less worried, and by the way, he prescribed a prescription to soothe the nerves and help sleep; the doctor Wang said that the prince is old. Gao, coupled with the old illnesses when he was young, he must rest in peace, leaving a prescription for calming the nerves and invigorating the energy, the doctor Zhu said..."

The average-looking woman in her twenties is articulate, has a good memory, and most importantly, has some humor in her body.

When talking, smile.

From this point of view, the Eight Great Kings should be very kind to their servants, otherwise the people serving them would not have such a relaxed expression.

"Miss Su also wants a pulse?"

"Then number one."

The Eight Great Kings belong to the royal family, and they have dragon energy to protect their bodies. Su Yixin is now at the late stage of Jindan, so she can't see the face of the Eight Great Kings.

Nothing can be seen on his face, so it is hard to judge whether he is really sick, or whether his health is deteriorating due to other reasons, and he is bedridden.

The Eighth King lay down again, and the maid who opened the door for them just now brought a pulse pillow for pulse diagnosis and placed it under the Eighth King's right wrist. Su Yixin calmed down, closed her eyes and began to feel the pulse.

The pulse condition is indeed relatively weak. At first glance, it is due to the lack of blood gas caused by old age, which in turn affects sleep.

The viscera of the Eight Great Kings is indeed declining, but it is not so serious. If you take care of it carefully, you can still live for a few years, instead of looking like you are going to die at any time like now.

For a while, Su Yixin was really not sure what caused the Eight Great Kings chest tightness and nightmares at night.

"My lord, may I have a look at this room?"

The Eight Great Kings nodded lightly: "Yes."

With permission, Su Yixin directly took out the Qiankun glass mirror, and began to carefully observe the layout of the room and all the furnishings that appeared in the room.

The room is big, and it took Su Yixin half an hour to finish reading it.

When she regained her position just now, she realized that the Eight Great Kings had already fallen asleep.

The guard who brought them in just now led Zhao Jin and Su Yixin out of the room, and asked softly, "Miss Su, is there a problem with this room?"

Su Yixin shook her head, looked at Zhao Jin, hesitated for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the man in his early forties saw it and took the initiative to ask: "Miss Su, don't worry, if you have something to say, it's okay to say it."

Su Yixin glanced at Zhao Jin, saw him nodding, and then said, "Can you give me the drawings of the entire Eight Princes' Mansion."

Zhao Jin asked: "Is this related to the illness of the Eight Great Kings?"

"Not sure yet."

Because she couldn't be sure, Su Yixin hesitated just now.

"You two come with me."

The man dressed as a guard brought Su Yixin and the two of them to the palace's study without hindrance.

The guards guarding the door still saluted this man respectfully when they saw this man, which made Su Yixin curious about the identity of the man leading the way in front of him.

What is the status of being able to freely enter and leave the study of the palace?
When the man was very familiar with him and gave her the layout of the palace in a box on the bookshelf, Su Yixin became even more curious.

According to the history she knew well and what she learned from Gu Qingjue.

At this time, in the Eight Princes' Mansion, apart from the son Zhao Yunliang who had been separated from the mansion and was sent to the palace to be raised, only the third son Zhao Yundi and the fourth son Zhao Yunchu remained.

But Zhao Yundi's age should be about 30 years old, and Zhao Yunchu is even younger, about twenty.

So, who is this person?

Forget it, what kind of heart is it.

whoever he is.

Just do your best to get this matter done, it's really beyond the scope of your ability, and there's nothing she can do to help.

After getting the layout plan of the palace, Su Yixin spread it on the table next to her and examined it carefully.

"Can you give me the horoscope of the prince's birthday again?"

As a prince, the horoscope of birth date must be precious, but fortunately she has some cultivation base now, so as long as she doesn't do any 'feats' that defy the sky and change her fate, she will be fine.

Now, the man hesitated a little.

Su Yixin explained: "I took the pulse just now, and the prince's pulse doesn't look like that of a dying person. If this happens, it is very likely that there is something restraining him. Only by knowing the horoscope of birth can we know more in detail."

(End of this chapter)