Dressed as the white moonlight of the blackened male protagonist

Chapter 1215 Rescue the Violent Prince 17
It was the first time Eunuch Yu met Yu Qiong, the master, and he couldn't react for a while.

However, his purpose was only to read the decree to the end. As for Yu Qiong almost tearing up the imperial decree, of course it was up to the emperor to decide.

When Eunuch Yu returned to the palace to return to his command, he thought that Chu Qing would be furious.

result.

The noble man in yellow robe asked him anxiously.

"How? Idle King has received the order?"

"Uh... the edict is good." Eunuch Yu couldn't figure out what His Majesty was thinking, so he could only say cautiously, "It's just that the way he did it was a bit heroic hahaha, and he hasn't thanked the Holy Grace yet."

He was afraid that Chu Qing's anger would affect him, so he said it more tactfully.

How could he think that Chu Qing didn't care about those at all, he only knew that King Xian would come to the palace every day in the future.

"Very good, very good." The corner of the old emperor's lips parted, feeling happy physically and mentally.

Eunuch Yu: "..."

He always felt that His Majesty took the wrong medicine, but he didn't dare to say it.

In the palace, everywhere is quiet, but there is a palace that is jumping around at this moment.

Bright lights were lit in every room, and no one dared to rest privately during the time when they should have fallen asleep.

"Quick! Go and invite Taoist Priest Wuji!"

"His Royal Highness's fetal poison has struck again!"

Ruan Ming didn't even have time to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and he yelled everywhere, with a sharp tone, "Hurry up, move faster, and there's... the warm water for His Royal Highness's bathing into the room!"

When the order was almost finished, he took a breath when he saw the servants and maids move.

The old eunuch has long been used to it.

Every time Chu Yucheng's fetal poison broke out, there would be a bloody storm in Yuling Palace.

In the past, every fifteenth full moon night in Chu Yucheng, the viscera were tormented alternately by ice and hell, and the pain was so painful.

The imperial physicians in the palace couldn't find out what the disease was, so they could only let it go.

This fetal poison was fine before the age of ten, to the extent that it could be tolerated.

After the age of ten, Chu Yucheng had to see some blood in the palace every month on the full night.

Chu Yucheng's temperament is not violent for no reason. How can he endure this kind of pain every month, and whether he is crazy or not is already the limit. He can maintain clarity and resist the past with only willpower, which is absolutely impossible for ordinary people.

The full name of Taoist Wuji that Ruan Ming mentioned was Nan Wuji, and he came to the mansion two years ago when the prince was most seriously ill.

He is proficient in alchemy, and a single pill can shorten the pain that tortured the prince for a whole night to an hour.

Chu Yucheng left Nan Wuji's life behind.

At that time, the sharp knife was only [-] centimeters away from the old Taoist head.

"Come here, the Taoist priest is here!"

A servant came to Ruan Ming in a hurry, followed by an old man in white robe and long beard.

Because Nan Wuji's alchemy needs to consume a lot of genius treasures, and there is still time, this delays the best time.

"Master Ruan, please send the elixir to His Highness the Crown Prince. This one was made in advance by me, and it can temporarily relieve the urgent need. As for the rest, I will give it to His Highness after refining it tomorrow."

"It's just that the time for refining this elixir is not enough, His Royal Highness may relapse tomorrow."

Ruan Ming couldn't listen, "At this time, you still care about those things...don't give His Royal Highness any medicine, be careful of your head!"

Nan Wuji was so frightened that he didn't say a word.

Ruan Ming knew that this elixir would treat the symptoms but not the root cause, but he had no better way.

In front of the bed, Chu Yucheng was sitting half leaning, with his back leaning against the wall. At this time, his eyes were as blood-red as demons, exuding a bloodthirsty light, and there were fine bloodshots in their irises.

(End of this chapter)