Reborn pretty princess

Chapter 107 Healing One
He thought that after the Eastern Capital Rebellion, the Feng family would be safe, but found that this was not the case.

The road ahead is difficult, Feng Wei sighed softly in her heart, took her share of the imperial decree and thanked everyone and stood up.

Qing Mo's situation was unknown, and she didn't have the intention to stay longer, so she went to Yizhu Courtyard after talking to Feng Junzhuo.

The latter also knew that Emperor Feng had specially sent an imperial doctor from the imperial capital to treat Qing Mo, and upon hearing this, he brought everyone to catch up with Feng Wei.

A group of people entered the yard at the same time, and when they were dozens of steps away from Qing Mo's dormitory, they heard a few long laughs from the room, and then someone couldn't help but shouted: "I see!" ! I know! So that’s what happened! Haha! It’s amazing! It’s really... Haha!"

It's the old man's voice!

Hearing the joy and meaning in the words, Feng Wei's heart suddenly stopped beating: What do you know?Could it be that Qing Mo is expected to wake up?

Just now when she thought of this, her face turned pale suddenly, and she suddenly remembered that Qing Mo was injured on the head, and the old man was obsessed with medicine. If it wasn't the result she thought, but he couldn't heal it, would it be possible? Did you use Qing Mo for research?

Thinking of this possibility, Feng Wei's face was frighteningly pale, and she regretted why she didn't send someone to guard here, but let Mr. Xian see Qing Mo alone.

Hastily pulling back her skirts and picking up her steps, she rushed to the door in a few quick steps. Just as the two Habayashi guards guarding the door were about to step forward to stop her, she gave her a cold look, "Back off!"

Shocked by the mighty look in Fengwei's eyes, the two Habayashi guards faltered when they stepped out. When they came back to their senses, Fengwei had passed them, pushed the door with her hand, and rushed in. .

After seeing the situation in the room clearly, Feng Wei let out a long breath, and let go of her heart.

"Mr. Xian, Wei'er offended." She saluted respectfully, her cheeks slightly flushed, her long eyelashes fluttering, as if she had done something wrong.

When the late emperor was in the palace, Mr. Xian was in the palace. It can be said that he watched Fengwei grow up. Although he had a weird temper, he didn't say anything serious when he saw her appearance. Speak up!" The tone was quite impatient.

Seeing that he didn't drive her out, Feng Wei was overjoyed, and responded softly: "Yes."

Elder Xian didn't respond.

She raised her head and saw that he was staring intently at Qing Mo's head with his head down, then he fumbled for something with his left hand on it, stopped after touching it for a while, then raised his right hand, and the slender golden needle sank in.

Feng Wei quietly watched the golden needles sink in one by one, and after a while they were pulled out one by one, held in mid-air and carefully observed by the light.

Under the bright light, dots of golden glow mixed with blood color, a little bit scorching.

Feng Wei looked at it for a while, then lowered her head, she found a place to sit down, looked up from time to time to see the movements of the old man, quietly waiting for the result.

Feng Junzhuo and the others were stopped outside the door.

Feng Wei's previous action was too sudden, when they came back to their senses and wanted to follow in, the two guards outside the door refused to let them go, and directly took out the token bestowed by Emperor Feng from their arms, one left and one left. The right one blocked the door tightly.

The virtuous old man is skilled in medicine but his reputation is not obvious. He only listens to the orders of Emperor Feng alone, and no one else can order him. He hates being disturbed by others when he is seeing a doctor. This time he was ordered to treat Qing Mo, and Emperor Feng specially gave him a piece of medicine. Token, so convenient to act.

An hour later, the door was opened, and Elder Xian and Feng Wei came out one after the other.

Glancing at the people in the yard, Elder Xian frowned, raised his voice, and said: "He has an old injury on the right side of his head, and then he was hit hard again, and a blood clot was deposited. I tested it with a golden needle. But the blood clot was huge."

As soon as his words came out, the courtyard was immediately extremely quiet.

Does this mean that there is no way?
Feng Wei stood beside the old man with downcast eyes, silent and didn't know what she was thinking.

Feng Junzhuo couldn't help but asked, "Can you wake me up?"

Glancing at him sideways, Elder Xian's tone was a little dissatisfied, "Can't I stand here and tell you this?" Having said that, he paused for a moment, and continued with some bluntness, "But I'm not sure, fifty percent Go! I need to hang him with thousand-year-old ginseng before I can treat him!"

"I remember that Empress Xianyuan asked for one from me. Didn't I only use half of it? Didn't the other half be given to you? If you want to save him, take it out!"

The courtyard became quieter.

Everyone including Feng Junzhuo fell silent, including Feng Wei.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Elder Xian raised his eyelids and asked in surprise, "Why? Don't you want to?"

It's not that I don't want to, that half of the ginseng has already been used.Feng Junzhuo opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to speak.

That half of ginseng, after Fengling was poisoned, was used as an important medicine for detoxification, and nearly half of it was used. The poison in Fengling was extremely poisonous. It would be useless to save the person, but that's it, Feng Ling still can't walk on both legs, and needs to continue to take medicine.

I don't know if that half of a thousand-year-old ginseng can make him recover.

Feng Ling devoted most of his life to Feng's family, and watched Feng Junzhuo grow up. Feng Junzhuo didn't feel anything wrong with using half a thousand-year-old ginseng on him.

But now, Qing Mo wants to hang himself with thousand-year-old ginseng?

Feng Wei also knew about the thousand-year-old ginseng, and she also knew why Feng Junzhuo couldn't speak.

——After all, Elder Xian just said that Qing Mo needs a thousand-year-old ginseng to hang his life, and the chances of success are not great. The Feng family said that the ginseng has been used up. !
In order to stabilize people's hearts, Feng Ling's poisoning had been kept well hidden. Except for a few people, no one else knew about it. Even if Feng Junzhuo told the truth, people probably wouldn't be able to believe it.

Thinking of her, my heart sank slightly: Is this a coincidence?
Feng Wei had a bad premonition, she always felt that something was overlooked, but she couldn't catch it.

Taking a deep breath, she was about to speak, when suddenly a figure jumped out from the side, and knelt down in front of Feng Junzhuo with a plop, knocking her head loudly.

"General Feng! Please save him! Please save him! Brother Qing did this for Qiyang and the common people. Now he is seriously injured and cannot wake up. Please take out the thousand-year-old ginseng and save his life!" "The visitor's words were sincere, full of sadness, almost wailing.

It's just that those words are not so pleasant, every word seems to say that the Feng family is unwilling to save Qingmo.

"Who are you?" Feng Junzhuo frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"The villain, Su Fan, is from the same hometown as Qing Da...Qing Mo." The man swallowed his saliva and replied calmly.

　Two thousand first, TT, come back tomorrow, Emma
　　
　
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