Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 45 Death

At this moment, Qingyi Hall was filled with a solemn and depressing atmosphere.

Emperor Jingjiang and the Crown Prince stood side by side in the hall, with lingering gloom and sorrow hanging between their eyebrows. Their eyes were focused on the extremely weak Sixth Princess on the couch.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps broke the silence, and Lin Xiaofeng rushed in. A look of astonishment flashed across the faces of the two kings, and they both turned to the sudden intruder.

Emperor Jingjiang was furious and shouted like a thunderbolt: "Lin Xiaofeng, you are so bold, you dare to trespass into the forbidden area! Is this a place where you can set foot at will!?"

Lin Xiaofeng responded in a panic, and his words were mixed with the rapid breathing left by the sprint: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I am chasing the prince here, and I don't know why. It's really..."

He was filled with resentment and secretly cursed the eunuch who was as cunning as a fox. His running speed was unbelievable.

Seeing this, Li Dexian hurriedly came out to calm the atmosphere: "Father, don't worry, it was actually the child who invited Mr. Lin to come over."

When Emperor Jingjiang heard this, his face became more and more gloomy, and he could only squeeze out one word from between his teeth: "Absurd!"

Then he fell into a deep silence, and once again turned his attention to the princess on the sickbed, immersed in boundless worry and sorrow.

Lin Xiaofeng gradually calmed down her breathing and walked to the edge of the bed cautiously.

As soon as he saw the princess' appearance, he couldn't help but be stunned, and four words instantly came to his mind - pure desire! The ultimate pure desire! Like a picture scroll!

Look at the stunning beauty on the hospital bed. The calm sadness on her face is like a flower bud blooming gently, and her whole body exudes a soft but morbid alluring charm.

Her closed eyes occasionally trembled with a slight cough, like pearls falling on a warm jade plate. Every cough deeply touched the heartstrings.

The bridge of her nose is as straight as a chisel, and her skin is as white as snow, especially her cherry-like mouth, which is like a branch of red plum blossoming independently in the snowy field, both delicate and cold.

Even the heavy quilt could not cover up her graceful body curves.

Lin Xiaofeng witnessed all this, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he sighed secretly: The royal bloodline is indeed extraordinary!

At this time, Emperor Jingjiang looked downcast, and his tone was full of exhaustion and helplessness: "Mr. Guo, how is the princess's condition now?"

Doctor Guo looked like an immortal and kept stroking his silver beard with his hand. After a long sigh, he replied: "The situation is indeed worrying. The princess was in an extremely dangerous situation just now. Fortunately, she managed to get through it with God's blessing." ."

"The next treatment plan will need to be carefully observed after the princess's physical condition has recovered slightly."

Emperor Jingjiang looked up at the sky, and his eyes were full of sorrow: "It has been ten years! In the past ten years, we have not been able to cure it. What a heinous crime my daughter committed, and she suffered so much!"

He called out affectionately: "Hanmiao? Hanmiao? Can you hear my father's voice?"

Imperial Physician Guo shook his head regretfully: "We can't be sure. The princess's current condition is not yet stable. Your Majesty, it would be better for her to meditate and recuperate. When the princess's condition changes, I will report it immediately."

After hearing this, Emperor Jingjiang waved his hands feebly: "Prince, Lin Aiqing, please step aside first and let the princess rest quietly."

Li Dexian's face was now like a wasteland shrouded in endless darkness, dark and gloomy, and his eyes were like hard rocks on the earth, piercing and bright, looking directly at Emperor Jingjiang without any dodge or dissociation.

His words were like the collision of gold and stone, with a ringing sound. Every word seemed to be hammered out from the soul furnace: "No! I am determined to guard my sister here!" His tenacity was like an unshakable stone standing in a mountain stream. No matter how the wind and rain come, it will always be as strong as ever.

Emperor Jingjiang stared at Li Dexian's hard-as-iron expression, his eyes slowly flowing over his face, and he caught the deep worry hidden in Lin Xiaofeng's furrowed brows.

He let out a long and helpless sigh: "That's all, since you have made up your mind, you can stay as you wish. I am responsible for the country and the country, and there are countless state affairs that need to be dealt with urgently."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand to wave the broad dragon robe, and his figure gradually moved away until it turned into a lonely and desolate figure, disappearing on the distant horizon.

After Emperor Jingjiang left, Li Dexian seemed to have lost all his strength in an instant. He grabbed Lin Xiaofeng's sleeves and said in a low and urgent tone: "Old Lin, do you have any countermeasures? Are there any famous doctors in Yangqu County who can help us?"

He called "Old Lin" twice in succession, trying to wake up Lin Xiaofeng who was deep in thought.

Lin Xiaofeng seemed to wake up from a dream, and his face was also full of trouble and helplessness: "Hey, Brother Li, I am not a doctor. I am afraid that the medical skills of the ordinary doctors in Yangqu County are far inferior to those of the imperial doctors in the palace." Don't."

"In any case, our first task is to find out what disease the princess is suffering from, and then we can prescribe the right medicine." Lin Xiaofeng said with a sense of determination, and walked straight towards Doctor Guo who was treating the princess with a firm step, and asked with a solemn expression. : "Mr. Guo, may I ask what kind of illness the princess is suffering from?"

Upon hearing Lin Xiaofeng's inquiry, Imperial Physician Guo raised his eyes to look at him, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes: "This sir..."

"I'm Lin Xiaofeng."

When the words "Lin Xiaofeng" came out of his mouth, a hint of contempt flashed in Dr. Guo's eyes, and he responded coldly: "Even if I say it, adults may not be able to understand it."

Lin Xiaofeng's heart was shocked: Could it be that his reputation in the palace was already so bad that even people in the Imperial Hospital had heard about it?

Before he could think deeply, he suddenly approached Imperial Doctor Guo and grabbed him by the collar. The maids and eunuchs around him all took a step back in fear.

Lin Xiaofeng looked stern and said sternly: "Answer my questions truthfully and don't talk nonsense, otherwise I will write a letter to impeach you immediately!"

"What qualifications does a quack doctor who has been unable to cure the princess have for ten years have to be so arrogant in front of me?"

Facing such a powerful Lin Xiaofeng, Imperial Physician Guo had never seen him before in the palace. He could not help but tremble with fear: "The princess... the princess is suffering from a lung disease!"

"There are many types of lung diseases, which one is it specifically?"

Doctor Guo was afraid and timidly replied: "Let me go first! This disease is quite strange, it looks like tuberculosis but not tuberculosis. You won't understand even if I tell you."

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng let go of his hand and straightened the wrinkled collar of Imperial Physician Guo, with a sarcastic smile on his lips: "Can't you just talk nicely? Why do you have to be so tense? I really don't understand etiquette. "

At this time, Li Dexian walked over with a gloomy face, his words full of blame and anxiety: "What are you arguing about!"

"Old Lin, have you asked clearly?" Li Dexian's tone was mixed with expectation and worry.

Lin Xiaofeng glanced sideways at Imperial Physician Guo and responded, "I haven't asked thoroughly yet."

Seeing the arrival of the prince, Dr. Guo immediately explained anxiously: "Your Highness, this disease that the princess suffers from is extremely rare. I previously judged that it was caused by weakness of liver fire. Although it has improved slightly with medication..."

"However, today the princess's condition suddenly worsened. It is obvious that the previous diagnosis and treatment plan were misjudged. It is necessary to re-examine and formulate a new treatment plan..."

When Li Dexian heard this, his face turned livid, his eyes seemed to burst out with fire, and he shouted sternly: "Guo, in ten years, the prescriptions you have changed for Princess Hanmiao can be piled up into a mountain! You are such a mistake!" You are a quack doctor of human life, I must teach you a lesson today!”

His voice was like a thunderbolt from the blue, causing the dust on the roof beams to flutter down.

I saw Li Dexian clenching his fists tightly, veins bulging out, and he waved them in an instant, heading straight towards Doctor Guo, as if he wanted to turn his anger into real punching power.

Seeing this, Imperial Physician Guo didn't dare to confront him head-on. His face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly ran away with his head in his arms to escape the disaster.

Lin Xiaofeng's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, just like a lightning bolt, he blocked in front of Li Dexian in time. While trying his best to steady his impulsive figure, he persuaded him: "Calm down! Calm down! Let me investigate more carefully."

As the prince's mentor, Lin Xiaofeng knew that it would be no small matter if Li Dexian lost control at this moment and turned into a doctor-patient conflict in the palace.

Li Dexian was stopped by Lin Xiaofeng. Although he was still angry, he had to temporarily suppress his murderous intention. He retracted his fist with anger and curses, but he was helpless.

Lin Xiaofeng glanced at the embarrassed Imperial Physician Guo, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

He thought to himself: "This Imperial Physician Guo has used thousands of prescriptions, and Princess Hanmiao is still alive today. I'm afraid she is not comparable to ordinary doctors. Maybe there is something hidden in it."

Then he walked slowly to the princess's bed and carefully examined the princess's symptoms - except for a persistent high fever and bouts of severe coughing, there were no other obvious abnormalities.

Doctor Guo diagnosed the disease as a lung disease. After listening to this, Lin Xiaofeng secretly speculated that the disease might be similar to what the people call pneumonia, but after all, he did not have a medical background, so it was difficult to diagnose.

He turned to Li Dexian and said helplessly and sincerely: "Your Highness, I think we should stay away for now so as not to disturb the princess's rest."

Li Dexian nodded gloomily, and walked out of the palace gate side by side with Lin Xiaofeng, leaning heavily on a large vermilion pillar with a depressed expression.

He lowered his head, with endless pain and sorrow in his voice: "Old Lin, Hanmiao is my closest sister. We grew up together, only one month apart. She has always been weak and often suffers from illness. Seeing her in such pain today, my heart feels as if I have been stabbed by a sharp knife, and I really want to kill that mediocre doctor who cares so little about human life!"

Lin Xiaofeng listened silently on the side, with waves in his heart, but he didn't say anything and just stayed by his side quietly.

Li Dexian then revealed his deep worry and despair: "I originally hoped that you would be resourceful and find a way to save Han Miao, but now it seems... Well, if Han Miao is really After passing away, how should I bear the pain of losing a loved one?"

Time seemed to freeze for a long time, both of them immersed in their own thoughts.

At this time, Li Dexian suddenly raised his head, looked at Lin Xiaofeng, and said something jaw-dropping: "Old Lin, are you married yet?"

"?????"

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this question, he was stunned for a moment, as if he was struck by lightning, and muttered in his heart: "This topic is too exciting, why is it about getting a wife?"

However, Li Dexian then made an even more astonishing suggestion: "I remembered that there is a folk saying about happiness. Why don't I marry Han Miao to you in an attempt to dispel her illness."

"Now there is really no other way. If it were another man, even if he put a knife to my neck, I would never agree. Are you willing to marry Han Miao?"

Is the prince's move a favor to me or an act of revenge? He actually betrothed me to the princess whose life was hanging by a thread?

Lin Xiaofeng twitched the corners of his mouth bitterly, as if squeezing out a sentence full of ridicule and sadness from the depths of his throat: "By doing this, Your Highness really believes that the folk theory of happiness can turn things around and save people when they are dying? If so. It’s feasible, but how can there be such tragedies as wars and wars in the world?”

When Li Dexian heard this, his heart felt like a string that was stretched to the limit and suddenly broke, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

He stood up in a hurry, and in a rage, his hands tightly held Lin Xiaofeng's arms like iron pincers, and roared: "Speak clearly! What else can I do?!"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Lin Xiaofeng used all his strength in an instant and struggled to break away from Li Dexian's grasp. He gave a stern warning: "Calm down! The most important thing at the moment is to find a way to save the princess. How will your hysteria help!?"

Lin Xiaofeng's stern scolding was like the roar of thunder, shaking Li Dexian's figure to a halt, and then he fell weakly to the cold ground, murmuring repeatedly: "Is there any other way? What other good strategies can save her?"

Seeing Li Dexian's haunted look, Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a resonance in his heart. Although the prince held a high position, he was an emotional person at heart. Faced with the life and death of his loved ones, he could not hide his inner sorrow and helplessness.

He took a deep breath and said helplessly: "I have a plan, but the success rate is very low."

When Li Dexian heard this, he seemed to have caught a ray of light in the dark abyss. He suddenly became energetic, stood up quickly, and asked impatiently: "Brother Lin, you really have a way! Tell me quickly!"

"There is a drug called 'penicillin' circulating in the world, which may be able to unlock the shackles of the princess's disease."

Lin Xiaofeng had a complicated expression. While revealing this information, he didn't have much hope in his heart.

After all, in later generations, penicillin was hailed as the "miracle of life" and "soft gold in war times."

Before Lin Xiaofeng traveled through time, he had seen the process of preparing penicillin using local methods in a film and television drama. Although the framework was still fresh in his memory, the specific details needed to be explored and refined in depth.

Moreover, it is necessary to ensure that the preparation process is accurate, the production environment is up to standard, and the knowledge in the film and television drama must be real and effective. If these three conditions are met at the same time, the possibility of success is close to zero in his opinion.

Facing the prince's expectant gaze, Lin Xiaofeng knew that he was in a desperate situation and could only fight to the death.

He declared resolutely: "I do know where to get this medicine, but before it succeeds, please keep it a secret. In addition, it takes time to refine the medicine. Whether the princess can wait until that moment depends on the will of God." ."

After listening to this, Li Dexian's eyes burned with enthusiasm and he was filled with joy: "Okay! Okay! Brother Lin, everything will be done as you said. No matter what kind of help you need, just ask and I will do my best!"

The two of them immediately set off back to the solemn East Palace.

As soon as they arrived at the East Palace, they hurriedly summoned Ou Zhiyong. This man was courageous and alert. He acted upon orders, and in a short time, several baskets of plump golden oranges were ready.

These oranges were quietly placed in a cold and dark corner, waiting for the magic of time and mold.

During the alternation of several days and nights, the mold silently clung to the orange skin like an elf, covering it with dense traces of life.

Lin Xiaofeng was as meticulous as a hair. He personally directed his troops to pound rice and taro and boil out a thick slurry. This was the preliminary culture solution. Although it was crudely made, it was full of innovative sparks of wisdom.

The penicillium that grew on the orange peel was variegated. Lin Xiaofeng used his unique vision to carefully select the most vividly colored strains, and put them into the pot of homemade culture solution with the precision of a painter.

Time passed, a week passed, and the culture solution gradually matured over the years. At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng carefully poured in the crystal clear vegetable oil and stirred gently.

This move may seem ordinary, but in fact it is to take advantage of its water-soluble properties to further extract the pure essence of penicillin.

Immediately afterwards, the toner is sprinkled into the liquid like snowflakes, and is stirred again. The purification process is delicate and complicated, just like carving uncut jade.

The subsequent steps gradually became clear in Lin Xiaofeng's memory. He needed to use the power of acidic water and alkaline water to gradually refine the essence of penicillin.

However, acidic reagents were hard to find in the palace, so he had to improvise and use vinegar instead. As for alkali, he benefited from the rich reserves in the imperial kitchen. Although its purity was difficult to ensure, it was already precious under such conditions.

During the experiment, multiple filtration steps are crucial, but filter paper, a common item in modern laboratories, is nowhere to be found.

Lin Xiaofeng frowned and thought about it, and suddenly remembered a kind of toilet paper that is a specialty of Yangqu County in his hometown - it is a high-quality paper product specially used for Yangqu County government offices. It has a tough yet soft texture, superior air and water permeability, and is even better than ordinary toilet paper. The rice paper is much more delicate and solid.

Knowing that disinfection conditions were limited in ancient times, Lin Xiaofeng decided to expose this batch of toilet paper to the scorching sun to utilize the natural sterilizing power of sunlight. At the same time, he asked a silversmith to make a syringe himself, and creatively used animal sinew to replace the rubber stopper of the syringe.

The entire experimental process is like a precise movement, advancing in an orderly and rigorous rhythm.

In order to ensure the success of the experiment with absolute precision and accuracy, Lin Xiaofeng showed extraordinary decisiveness and foresight. He personally drew a strict experimental flow chart, vowing to eliminate any potential error factors.

I saw his steady and strong hands, like a sculptor handling rare clay, sinking the experimental vessels carrying the mysterious mission into the boiling and rolling high-pressure steam cauldron one by one, as if it was not an ordinary chemical reaction vessel, but a vessel for forging the chain of destiny. The sacred furnace.

Lin Xiaofeng's eyes are as sharp and focused as an eagle. He carefully mixes every drop of acid-base solution with millimeter precision. Each set of proportions is like a finely crafted work of art, full of rigorous logic and poetic imagination. After repeated deliberation, the experimental designs were superimposed layer by layer, and finally settled on the shocking thirty-eight sequences. This number caused ripples in his heart like a falling meteorite, indicating the arduous and extraordinary nature of this scientific research journey. .

Deep in the palace, the prince, despite bearing the honor of royal blood, repeatedly left the palace without permission, attracting thunderous punishments from Li Yihao and Emperor Jingjiang. Lin Xiaofeng, a classmate, was also affected by this.

However, they did not flinch in the face of pressure. Instead, they burned even more fiercely like a fire meeting the wind, and their enthusiasm for scientific research became even more blazing in the face of adversity.

As they arduously search for a way to extract penicillin, the princess's life trajectory is like a huge wave, and she once again falls into a precarious whirlpool.

However, with her indomitable vitality, she regained life after struggling on the edge of death, and successfully survived the crisis.

Time passes quietly like gold sand in an hourglass, and half a month flies by in an instant.

Thirty-eight groups of experiments were like stars, one after another claiming victory. Each group extracted extremely precious penicillin crystals from the chaos.

In the notebook on Lin Xiaofeng's desk, which is as thick as a brick, the detailed process of each experiment is densely recorded, like an ode to life engraved on the paper.

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng's eyes were focused on the thirty-eight silver-gleaming small bowls arranged in an orderly manner on the table. Each bowl contained not only hard work and sweat, but also expectations and beliefs for future salvation. .

In his chest, an unspeakable ambition was rising, traveling through time and space. He took a historic step in the ancient context of the world with the power of science.

Li Dexian stood quietly on one side, his eyes wandering among the rows of silver bowls, with complicated emotions in his heart.

Although he still had doubts about this unprecedented miraculous treatment, he knew that Lin Xiaofeng was extremely intelligent and there must be a profound meaning behind every move. He chose to trust with all his heart and firmly believed that Lin Xiaofeng's wisdom would lead them to the light.

Li Dexian clenched his fists and asked in a slightly nervous voice: "Old Lin, how should we go next?"

Lin Xiaofeng responded in a low and firm voice: "It is too early to talk about the actual efficacy of the drug. Our primary goal at the moment is to verify the safety of penicillin. To do this, we need to use some death row prisoners to conduct human experiments. This matter will be left to us. You take care of it."

When Li Dexian heard this, he immediately promised to do it without any hesitation. His eyes were filled with excitement for the unknown challenge and unswerving determination.

At dawn the next day, Li Dexian skillfully handed a heavy-as-lead list of death row prisoners to Lin Xiaofeng.

Lin Xiaofeng opened the directory, his face gradually turning gloomy, as if he was reading a historical scroll full of sins in the world.

On the list, the heinous crimes of the prisoners are horrifying. There are murderers who kill and burn, there are villains with corrupt morals, and there are even some who indulge in horrific feasts of human flesh. All kinds of evil deeds send chills down the spine.

It was originally planned to select 25 death row inmates to participate in the experiment, but when Lin Xiaofeng faced the list of candidates, he felt extremely conflicted and finally decided to significantly increase the number of people.

He was hesitant to scale back, but considering that differences in physical fitness between individuals could significantly affect experimental data, he realized that only a broader, more diverse sample would yield the most accurate results.

At this time, the princess's life is passing by every second. There is no room for error in this experiment, and it must be hit with one hit.

Therefore, he resolutely decided to expand the scope, and expanded the list to eighty-one names with one stroke. Each checked name silently told a cruel struggle against death, which was both tragic and full of joy. Hope.

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Three days later, there was a dungeon in the capital.

This was originally a dark dungeon, but now it has been transformed into a huge Japanese-shaped cell.

Although there were oil lamps everywhere, it was still difficult to dispel the dark atmosphere. There was a curtain in the middle, and Lin Xiaofeng was afraid that the prisoners were too dirty and would spread some bacteria through sneezing and breathing, contaminating the test products.

Since the prince was caught skipping class, Lin Xiaofeng was the only one doing the experiment today.

More than a dozen guards were guarding Lin Xiaofeng. They all looked serious and were ready to deal with any emergencies.

In front of Lin Xiaofeng was a large table with thirty-eight silver bowls neatly placed on it.

He skillfully and silently pumped the penicillin from the silver bowl into the numbered silver syringe. This process required extreme care and concentration.

Everything was ready, and the curtain in the middle of the dungeon was slowly opened.

More than eighty death row inmates looked at the young man in front of them through the cell door, feeling a little uneasy in their hearts.

They had never had such an unusual experience in prison and had no idea what would happen next.

Lin Xiaofeng slowly said: "Don't be nervous, everyone. You are gathered here today to try out a new drug for the soldiers in Jingjiang." His voice was calm and powerful, making people feel at ease.

"This medicine can detoxify hundreds of poisons and is extremely safe. However, you need to tell us your experience after using it." Lin Xiaofeng explained, "The lucky prisoners who come to participate in the test today will each receive twenty taels of silver. Rewards will be distributed after autumn!"

Hearing this, the prisoners on death row looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

I originally thought I would die, but now I have a chance to survive, but the price of this opportunity is too high, right?

Lin Xiaofeng seemed to have read through their thoughts and continued: "After the test is successful, I will plead with the court to exempt you from the death penalty and change it to life imprisonment!"

The prisoners on death row were silent for a moment, and finally someone couldn't help but asked: "Sir, can you believe this?"

"Of course I can believe it." Lin Xiaofeng replied affirmatively, "I always keep my word."

"I object!" a death row prisoner shouted loudly, "don't you just want to kill us! Come and have fun if you dare!"

"Paws!"

The guard stepped forward, opened the cell door, and slapped the prisoner twice.

The other death row inmates suddenly fell silent, with expressions of horror on their faces. They realize that they have been involved in an unpredictable danger.

Lin Xiaofeng looked at everyone calmly, but he had already made a conclusion in his heart.

Although these death row inmates are all criminals, as long as they are given a chance to live, I believe they will cherish this opportunity.

He said slowly: "Okay, now that I have finished speaking, who is in favor and who is against?"

For a moment, there was silence in the dungeon. All the death row prisoners lowered their heads, feeling conflicted in their hearts.

They know that this experiment may mean death, but at the same time they hold on to a sense of luck, hoping that they can be the lucky one.

However, no one dared to express his approval or disapproval easily.

Seeing no one objected, Lin Xiaofeng was very satisfied.

He knew in his heart that as long as he gave them a chance to start a new life, he believed they would cherish this opportunity.

So he said loudly: "Since no one objects, then this experiment is decided! I hope you can cherish this opportunity."

"Okay!" A deep and powerful command sounded like an earth-shattering warning. Lin Xiaofeng clenched his fists and his eyes were firm, "Then from now on, we will bring them out one by one for testing."

His words hit the ground like a hammer hitting a rusty chain, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The guards moved in response, and the heavy prison door suddenly opened, like the mouth of hell swallowing up light.

Two prisoners who were about to die were dragged out of the darkness, their steps staggering, despair and fear mixed on their faces.

Several strong men came forward quickly, and one of the prisoners was roughly pressed down on the mottled wooden chair, as if he were a stubborn stone about to be carved.

Lin Xiaofeng held the cold syringe tightly in her hand, with a cold light shining on it, like the scepter of the god of death.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, but his hands were extremely steady. The needle tip accurately penetrated the vein-covered arm of the death row prisoner, and the medicine was slowly injected along the pipe. Every drop seemed to tell the story of the struggle between life and death.

Performing such a cruel task for the first time, Lin Xiaofeng's inner suffering was beyond words, but his professionalism allowed him to quickly complete the first injection.

Immediately afterwards, the second prisoner was mercilessly pressed on the stained table, his pants were dropped to his knees, and his buttocks were exposed to the air, receiving the same fateful injection. For Lin Xiaofeng, this process was relatively smooth. The coldness in his eyes was like the surface of a frozen lake, calm and deep.

More than 80 death row prisoners were "processed" one by one. Each person had a mark on their arm and was then sent back to the dark depths of the dungeon.

Time solidified into a thick darkness in this oppressive space, leaving only flickering candles, which cast strange shadows on the wall, as if whispering the impending doom.

An hour passed quietly, and suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps broke the silence. Li Dexian, dressed in guard uniform with an anxious face, rushed into the dungeon shouting: "Old Lin! Old Lin! What happened to those death row prisoners? Is everything going well?!"

His voice was full of expectation, mixed with unconcealable anxiety. His sister's hope for life was tied to Lin Xiaofeng at this moment.

Lin Xiaofeng was facing a faint candlelight with his back facing a half-covered curtain, his figure stretched out long and mysteriously in the dim light.

Hearing the call, he slowly turned his face. His face appeared clear-cut under the dancing light and shadow, and his eyes were deep and elusive.

Facing Li Dexian's hopeful eyes, Lin Xiaofeng's voice was low, like the last ray of light before nightfall: "They are all dead."

These four words fell into Li Dexian's heart like a boulder, shaking his soul.

"What! All dead? Lao Lin, don't scare me!" Li Dexian's eyes widened, his face full of horror, and his words were trembling with disbelief.

He clearly remembered that those raw materials did not contain highly toxic ingredients. How could they kill more than 80 people in an instant?

Lin Xiaofeng did not respond, but turned around silently and suddenly pulled down the curtain behind him. At that moment, the scene in the cell was as tragic as apocalypse - densely packed corpses were lying on the ground in a mess, which was horrifying.

When the surrounding guards witnessed this scene, their legs and feet could not help but tremble violently, and the fear in their hearts spread like a plague.

The young man in front of him had a normal expression and skillfully poisoned more than eighty people. The cruelty of his methods and the horror of the scene were something that even experienced veterans had never seen before.

Under the influence of drugs, those death row inmates were either wailing in pain, convulsing all over, or vomiting incessantly. Everyone's death was extremely miserable.

What is even more frightening is that after Lin Xiaofeng completed the injection, he continued to turn the corpses and pressed repeatedly on their heart areas, and some were even crushed. This kind of behavior has gone beyond the cognitive scope of human nature. He is no longer a human being, but more like a devil coming out of hell.

Before the arrival of the prince, everyone still had a bit of luck in their hearts. However, when the prince's figure appeared at the door of the dungeon, the originally tense emotions finally collapsed. The guards burst into tears, their clothes were soaked in cold sweat, some even lost control due to extreme panic, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of urine.

In this aura mixed with death and fear, the melancholy in Lin Xiaofeng's heart became more and more intense, shrouding his heart like dark clouds covering the sun.

Li Dexian, who used to have a trunk as upright as a pine tree, is now as exhausted as the last remaining leaves on the branches in late autumn, curled up feebly in the embrace of the earth.

His eyes were filled with clear tears, like the broken pieces of lake ice in early winter, reflecting the deep and boundless sadness and confusion.

His lips trembled with a whisper, just like the flickering candle flame in the cold night, "How could it be so? How could it be so? We have been fighting for more than half a month under the stars and the moon. The suffering in this world cannot be reversed. We can only let it go. God’s indifferent teasing and arrangement?”

The words are filled with strong helplessness and stubborn struggle.

At this time, Lin Xiaofeng quickly stepped forward, put a pair of steady and powerful arms around Li Dexian's trembling shoulders, and persuaded him in a low and sincere voice: "Your Highness, please return to the palace to rest for the time being. Everything will be done after you arrive at the palace safely." For detailed discussion.”

Li Dexian lowered his head slightly, as if he was carrying a burden that could crush the mountains. He struggled to support his body from the ground and left sadly with a stumbling step.

The figure gradually disappearing in the dusk light and shadow, painted a sad and lonely picture, like an isolated, helpless island in the vast ocean.

Lin Xiaofeng stared at Li Dexian's departing back until it disappeared, then turned his face and squeezed out a smile that contained bitterness and perseverance. That smile was like the weeds that tenaciously broke through the cracks in the rocks, showing vitality in adversity.

When the surrounding guards witnessed this scene, their hearts tightened. They exchanged glances with each other and instantly noticed Lin Xiaofeng's puzzling smile - whether this person who could still show off his face in front of piles of corpses could... Hidden beneath the calm surface is a heart of stone that resists the cycle of life and death?

"He smiled?!!!"

The guards were suddenly shocked, and they were shocked and filled with a mixture of awe and fear.

They stared at Lin Xiaofeng with wide eyes. They could not believe that in the face of the sudden disappearance of more than 80 living lives, he could deal with it calmly, and even had a subtle smile on the corner of his mouth. How complicated was that? And the conflicting emotions are intertwined.

"I really miss my hometown." Lin Xiaofeng's eyes fell on the messy dungeon scene. No one could recognize the turbulent emotions in his heart. Only these words turned into a silent call. , echoing leisurely in the empty space.

Thousands of thoughts surged in Lin Xiaofeng's mind, and she knew that she had tried her best to change the direction of her destiny. However, things were unpredictable. Perhaps this was the inevitable beauty of imperfection given to everything in the world by the laws of the universe.

With a long sigh full of vicissitudes of life, he turned around resolutely and stepped out of the dark and damp dungeon, leaving only a lonely and determined silhouette behind him.

Since then, Lin Xiaofeng's name has been quietly spread throughout Beijing, and he has become the mysterious man in the dungeon who can calm babies crying late at night.

His deeds have traveled through the time tunnel for hundreds of years, and are still dazzling and enduring, becoming a legendary story passed down orally among the people...

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After two more days and nights, a heavy and depressing atmosphere filled the air inside and outside the palace, like dark clouds pressing over the city, and a dense haze, because the news that the Sixth Princess' condition was in critical condition again quietly spread.

Li Dexian was in it, and he was also stuck in the quagmire. His mind was completely concerned about the frail figure on the hospital bed, and his expression showed a kind of trance that seemed to be lost. The sharpness and concentration he usually had when dealing with government affairs had now become like a dream. Distant and vague.

When Lin Xiaofeng witnessed all this, his heart felt like an overturned five-flavor bottle, with mixed emotions.

He deeply regretted the deterioration of the princess's condition. However, the reality was cruel and ruthless. Penicillin, which was hailed as a miracle of modern medicine, was like a flower in the mirror or the moon in the water under the current predicament of technological constraints and lack of resources. It seemed to be so close at hand. , is actually out of reach.

What is even more lamentable is that the prince seems to be sleepwalking in the world at this moment. Any advice and advice are like a stone sinking in the sea, with no response. The dignity of the teacher that should be displayed is almost gone in his body. Lin Xiaofeng can only feel helpless about this.

(End of this chapter)