The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 185 Ghost Grass Becomes a Hot Potato
The emperor and the queen mother were all surprised when they heard the envoy's words.

"There is such a medicinal material in this world?"

"Yes, it's called ghost grass, and the place where it grows is definitely a place with a lot of yin." The envoy said, "This kind of medicinal material is extremely rare, and it is not easy to preserve, and there is no record of it in the Pharmacopoeia, and its curative effect is also unknown. It is limited to Gu poison and some heretical formulas, so this kind of medicinal material has never been found in the palace."

The emperor said to the servants beside him: "Propagate my will and make it known to the world. Whoever can offer ghost grass will be rewarded with great rewards."

Qing Moyan stood quietly aside, seemingly expressionless, but his back was almost drenched in cold sweat.

How could it be such a coincidence that the little prince Yu Jingqi was poisoned by Gu, and without any warning, it happened that he happened to have ghost grass in his hand.

"What is Shaoqing thinking?" Seeing that he had been silent for a long time, the Queen Mother asked.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of someone, and he also knows some prescriptions for curing Gu poison." Qing Moyan lied.

"Then please come into the palace and let him see Jingqi." The Empress Dowager said.

"Follow the order." Qing Moyan lowered her head.

The court envoy was busy administering needles to the young prince, and temporarily suppressed the poison. The emperor was in a bad mood, and after a few words with Qing Moyan, he was allowed to leave the palace.

When Qing Moyan left the Empress Dowager's palace, it was already late.

The cold wind blew over, and the official robe on his body was already soaked in cold sweat, making his heart feel cold.

The matter was so coincidental that he had to doubt the poison of the young prince Yu Jingqi and the words of the envoy of the imperial hospital.

The emperor still doesn't know that the ghost grass is in his hands, if someone reveals the news to the emperor at this time...

A bad premonition rose from the bottom of my heart.

Qing Moyan pursed her lips tightly and took a deep breath.

The cold air enters the lungs, instantly making people sober.

The ghost grass can no longer be kept in his hands, and he wants to make Changhen it into the formula he needs as soon as possible.

There were three palace gates ahead, and a servant suddenly walked up the dark path, holding a lantern in his hand.

"Is it Master Shaoqing of Dali Temple?" the servant asked.

"What's the matter?" Qing Moyan stopped her steps vigilantly.

"His Royal Highness has newly obtained some good wine, and would like to invite Sir Shaoqing to have a drink together."

The dim light from the lantern shone on the servant's face, flickering on and off.

Qing Moyan was silent for a moment, "I still have something to do in my house, I have failed His Royal Highness the kindness of the Crown Prince, and I will go to the door to commit another crime." After saying that, he left the servant and went straight out of the three palace gates.

Seeing him leaving, the servant did not stop him, turned around and returned to the uterus to return.

"He's gone?" The crown prince sat in the small garden of the back hall. In the midst of the bright moon, the silver light scattered on the stone table, emitting a faint gleam.

A white mink squatted on his shoulder, its round eyes fixed on the jerky in the prince's hand.

"Yes, Mr. Shaoqing said that he cannot come to the banquet because of something in his house." The servant lowered his head and said cautiously.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the prince coughed a few times.

"Your Highness, it's windy outside, let's go back." Several palace servants behind him said worriedly.

The prince turned a deaf ear to it, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky, "No rush, no hurry... When the time comes, he will take the initiative to find me. If I can't get what I want...you can't get it either."

He suddenly threw the jerky in his hand to the face of the servant standing in front of him.

The white sable jumped off his shoulder with a swish, and threw itself on the servant's face, causing the servant to cry out in fright, and collapsed on the ground.

The white mink found the dried meat and began to chew it.

Beside it, two deep scratches were left on the face of the servant, bloody, obviously what the white ermine did just now.

The prince smiled and looked at his white sable, smiling gracefully and calmly.

When Qing Moyan returned to the Hou's Mansion, the chief medical officer hadn't returned yet.

Qing Moyan dragged him to the study, and took out the ghost grass from the box.

Chang Hen looked at the two talismans attached to the box in surprise, "What is this?"

"Xiao Nan posted it." Qing Moyan explained, "It is there to ensure that the ghost grass in the box is fresh and not bad."

"What a miraculous strange technique." Changhen stared at the two talismans, turning them over and over again.

Qing Moyan told what happened in the palace, and Chang Hen was even more stunned.

"Shaoqing, what do you mean..."

"It's not a day's work to detoxify me. I still have a few herbs that I haven't found. You make it into medicine first. I'm worried that there will be many nights and dreams. Someone wants to force me to hand over this thing."

Changhen took the box and smiled wryly: "It's hard for Shaoqing to trust me so much, aren't you afraid that I will use it to reveal the imperial list?"

"You won't." Qing Moyan smiled lowly, "You have enmity with the imperial family, if my investigation is correct, your father saved the emperor's most beloved concubine just because of a pregnancy-preserving prescription. , so you were killed, and the reason why you entered the Dali Temple as an errand was also to be able to investigate your father's case in the dark, right?"

Changhen stood there holding the box, and soon, the surprise on his face turned into a wry smile, "As expected of Shaoqing, I can't hide these things from you, what else do you know?"

"Your identity." Qing Moyan sized her up, and said faintly, "It's been so hard for you to disguise yourself as a man for so many years."

"When did Shaoqing find out?" At this moment, Changhen was no longer surprised.

"I didn't find out."

"Who is that?"

"small thing."

Changhen suddenly remembered that she was given "Dragon Claw Hand" by Xiao Xiangli.

"Since Shaoqing knows the truth, how are you going to deal with me?" Chang Hen looked at Qing Moyan calmly.

Concealing the identity of a woman and working in Dali Temple is a crime of deceiving the emperor.

"You help me make medicine, and I help you investigate the original case, what do you think?" Qing Moyan's lips curled into a sly curve.

"Okay, okay." Changhen put the box away helplessly, "Anyway, it's the crime of losing my head. I only have one head, and I won't lose it twice. There are too many crimes to overwhelm my body."

Qing Moyan chuckled, "You make the ghost grass into medicine first, and if there is any leftover, keep it. I have other uses, but it must be done quickly, and it will be ready in these two days."

"Understood." Chang Hen put on the outer cloak, and left the study with Qing Moyan one after the other.

Because Changhen was carrying something important, Qing Moyan sent two dead men to escort her back to Dali Temple.

"How is Xiaonan?" Qing Moyan returned to the main room, and Xuanyu stood by the door and never left.

"Everlasting Sorrow was decocted with medicine, fed to Miss Ru, and the medicine for the sprain was also used."

Qing Moyan entered the inner room, and saw several meals on the table, which were already cold, and then he remembered that he had been busy all night and hadn't eaten.

He ordered someone to reheat the food, he ate some hastily, and wanted to wake up Ru Xiaonan to let her eat some too, but she slept like a puddle of soft mud, no matter how much he pinched it, she would not wake up.

"The prince has already rested." Xuanyu's voice came from outside the window, which sounded seventy percent cold.

"Second Lord was frightened by his errand today, and the doctor prescribed a medicine to soothe the nerves, but the medicinal materials in the mansion's big warehouse were all knocked down by rats... Lord Hou asked the old slave to come over to pass on a message, and asked the son to visit the second master later. Bring some." The mansion manager said.

(End of this chapter)