Return of Jin Yi

Chapter 100 Girl, the prince wants to take a concubine
Only she can control the dosage.

Meng Jing really couldn't refute Chu Ci's last words, so she could only squeeze the medicine bowl tightly and push it towards her bit by bit.

Chu Ci sobbed softly again before taking the medicine.

After a while, he looked at King Lu Xiaojun again, and ordered, "Master, please put Xin'er on the bed, and bring me a bamboo pipe..."

King Lu Xiaojun heard the words, looked at Chu Ci's grief-stricken but forced to hold on, and looked at Xin'er who was flushed in his arms, clenched his fists, turned and walked towards the bed.

After putting Xin'er away, he went out to find another servant and asked for a bamboo pipe.

Bamboo tubes are washed quickly.

After Chuci took it, she put the end of the tube into Xin'er's mouth. She took a sip from the medicine bowl, lowered her head, and fed him the decoction through the bamboo tube.

Xin'er is now in a coma from fever, and her crying is so weak that she can hardly hear it.

She estimated the dosage, and when she reached the fifth mouthful, she stopped temporarily.

"Go and prepare the wine!" She put her hand on Xin'er's forehead and guarded it for a while, and then she ordered the servant girl beside her.

Zhe Xia has been staying at the Prince Regent's Mansion recently, knowing where the wine is, upon hearing this, she immediately turned around and retreated outside.

After a while, she brought a small jar of wine over.

Chu Ci forcefully unsealed the wine jar, soaked the handkerchief he carried with him in the wine, wrung it dry, and wiped it on Xin'er's heart.

She wiped it over and over again, praying secretly in her heart, hoping that this method would work.

Although when writing the prescription, he had already decided to keep Xin'er by his side to take care of him for the rest of his life.

But as a mother, if there is a little hope, who wants her child to become a fool!

"Miss, I'll help you too!" Duke Lu Xiaojun had seen Chu Ci's method of cooling down when he was in the Nanjun Palace, and now seeing her wipe Xin'er's body over and over again, he hurried forward to help.

Seeing this, Zhejin also took off the handkerchief on his body and handed it to King Lu Xiaojun.

After receiving it, King Lu Xiaojun soaked it in wine, and helped Xin'er wipe himself up.

The two started at the same time and persisted for a full hour, but the temperature on Xin'er's body still did not drop.

"Why don't you try using ice cubes again?" Seeing that rubbing his body with wine didn't work, King Lu Xiaojun suggested again as if he remembered something.

Chu Ci shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "No, Xin'er is too young, if you use ice cubes directly, he will get frostbite."

"Then how many layers of veils should be wrapped?"

"This will still be effective..." Chu Ci murmured bitterly.

A quarter of an hour later, the temperature on Xin'er's body was about to rise again.

She had no choice but to make up her mind, and fed him three more mouthfuls of medicine with a bamboo tube.

After feeding these three mouthfuls, Xin'er seemed to be choking, and suddenly coughed violently.

As soon as Chu Ci heard this voice, he knew that his throat was blocked by phlegm again.

Thinking like this, she lowered her head without hesitation, covered his mouth again, and sucked out the phlegm stuck in his throat...

After gargling.

Outside, there was a sudden clatter of footsteps.

It was Meng Jing who secretly asked Han Zhe to invite all the famous doctors from the Imperial Hospital and the capital.

"This is the young master's pulse case. Take turns to see whoever can save the young master, the prince will grant him ten thousand taels of gold and a promotion to three ranks!"

Han Zhe threw the pulse case on the table, looked at the densely packed famous doctors in the outer hall and said.

As soon as these people heard it, they immediately got their thoughts, one by one scrambling to see the pulse case.

After reading it, they all lowered their heads like quails.

There was only one teenager, who didn't look like a famous doctor, frowned tightly, pursed his bright red lips, and looked hesitant to speak.

Han Zhe has been by Meng Jing's side for so many years, so he is very good.

With a glance over, he noticed the difference in that young man, and then thought about his teacher.

He suddenly walked towards him, stopped in front of him and said, "Mr. Yan, can you take a step to speak."

As soon as Yan Ming heard Han Zhe's tone, he knew that he accidentally showed his face and was just seen by the guard Han.

I had no choice but to nod my head and follow him to the side hall.

When he arrived at the side hall, he didn't exchange pleasantries, and went straight to the point, "Young Master Yan, to be honest, do you have a way to save our young master?"

When Yan Ming heard him ask so directly, the expression on his face became more tangled.

But Han Zhe couldn't afford to bother him. He lifted the hem of his robe and knelt down, "I beg for your advice, Mr. Yan... My master only has these two masters. If the young master can't keep it, then my master's life will be gone." half!"

"It is said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Mr. Yan also grew up in Buddhism. I beg Mr. Yan to be merciful for a while, and save our young master!"

"As long as you can save the young master, I can promise you that you can ask for anything from the Prince Regent's Palace."

Yanming: "..."

Han Che's words were too serious, and he really couldn't refuse.

I had to sigh a long time and said, "Forget it, let me explain it to you directly... I can't cure the young master's illness. When I was in Chengtian Temple, I saw a person who could cure it!"

"Who is that person?" Han Zhe got up and asked anxiously.

Yan Ming said, "It's my master Jueming's senior brother—the poison king Yuan Han who has retired."

Poison King Yuan Han?

Hearing this name, Han Zhe frowned tightly, and asked suspiciously, "But didn't this senior completely disappear after his 30th birthday [-] years ago?"

Yan Ming nodded, "It's like this, even my master Jue Ming only met him once ten years ago. That's the side, I saw with my own eyes that it took him a month to compare a young master's situation The more critical one-year-old baby was rescued.”

Han Zhe heard the words, pondered for a moment and said, "Then what about your master Jueming, will he know the whereabouts of that person?"

Yan Ming sighed, "To be honest, it was also the meeting ten years ago. My master and the poisonous king Yuan Han had a complete falling out. The poisonous king Yuan Han once uttered cruel words. I will never see my master Huang Quan again in this life."

So, the clues he provided are still useless?
Thinking of this, Han Zhe's complexion suddenly became depressed.

The little hope that I originally held in my heart disappeared like a light smoke in the blink of an eye.

Seeing him like this, Yan Ming felt very guilty that he was so unnecessary that he couldn't help at all.

After he paused for a moment, he said, "But everything is never absolute. If Guard Han can trust me, then I will go back to Chengtian Temple now and ask Master to find out if he has any other ways to find the poisonous king Yuan." Han's whereabouts."

Han Zhe's heart was pounding, "It's been ten years..." It's still unclear whether Yuan Han, the poison king, is still alive.

Yan Ming heard the hidden meaning in his words, but he didn't quite agree, he left a sentence, "Always do your best", and walked out.

Han Che watched him walk away quickly.

After slightly restraining his face, he walked towards the main room where Meng Jing was, and he explained to Meng Jing what Yan Ming had just explained.

After hearing this, Meng Jing's lifeless face seemed to be refilled with a fresh spring. He walked towards Chu Ci without hesitation. After standing still in front of her, he looked at her pale and embarrassed face and said in a choked voice, "Concubine Shizi, can you lend me Qingsi from the Azure Dragon Guard in Suzhou?"

Hearing this, Chu Ci looked up at Meng Jing, cautiously, and said excitedly, "My lord...but have you found a better doctor?"

Meng Jing didn't know how to tell her about the poison king Yuan Han.

He was afraid that she would see no hope.

I was also afraid that she was full of hope, but in the end it was in vain.

After pondering for a while, I had to briefly mention the matter of the poison king Yuan Han to him.

Hearing what she said, Chu Ci's heart suddenly moved, as if thinking of something, he raised his hand suddenly, pushed down a string of sandalwood beads from above, and handed it to him, "My lord, do you remember this?"

Hearing what she said, Meng Jing lowered her eyes and landed on the bead string.

"This is... Master Jueming personally gave it to you when he found out that you were pregnant. He said that it was there, and it might save your flesh and blood..." Meng Jing recalled the situation at that time carefully. It can be described in detail.

Chu Ci nodded, and said in a deep voice, "If the two children are destined to have a catastrophe, then I think it will be a catastrophe at this moment. If you ask Qingsi to find Master Jueming, remember to bring this bead string with you." .”

Meng Jing looked at her radiant eyes again, took the beads, nodded slowly, then turned and walked outside.

"My lady..." King Lu Xiaojun heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Chu Ci who seemed to have come back to life.

But I was afraid in my heart that all this was just joy.

He called Chu Ci softly, and looked at her with unprecedented complexity and care.

Chu Ci saw his eyes clearly.

Then he raised his lips and smiled, held his hand, and comforted him, "Sister, don't worry about me, haven't you heard? Xin'er is saved, so Qing Si can bring the poisonous king Yuan Han back. It will be saved."

"My lady..." King Lu Xiaojun yelled again, and couldn't bear it anymore, reached out and pulled Chu Ci into his arms, holding him tightly.

Afterwards, the two stayed by Xin'er's bed.

I didn't close my eyes for two nights and three days.

Meng Jing had other things to deal with, so she couldn't watch all the time during the day, so she had to come here at night.

On the third day, that is, the day he and Concubine Yun agreed to accept Chunxiao.

Just at night, there was a noise outside.

Chu Ci looked at Xin'er who had just fallen asleep, and couldn't help frowning.

"What's going on outside?" She stood up with some difficulty, looked at Zhejin and Zhexia and asked.

Although Zhejin and Zhexia have been serving in the Yunjie Courtyard for the past few days, how can they be completely ignorant of the outside affairs.

Hearing Chu Ci's question, both of them had bitter expressions on their faces, neither of them dared to speak out first.

Seeing this, Chu Ci couldn't help turning cold, and asked again in a raised voice, "What's going on, tell me!"

"Girl, girl..." Zhejin's voice trembled, his head was lowered, and he whispered, "Outside, outside is..."

"what exactly is it?"

"It's the prince who wants to take a concubine!"

"The prince takes a concubine?" The expression on Chu Ci's face suddenly turned cold. She turned her head, looked at her son on the bed who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, clenched her fists, and said with a sneer, "My own flesh and blood are still uncertain, but he In a good mood, and with the leisurely mood of being a concubine, let him get the hell out of here!"

"Girl..." Zhejin turned pale when he heard the last sentence, and looked at her with panic and hesitation.

The aura emanating from Chu Ci's eyebrows became even colder, "Why, I ordered you not to move?"

Zhejin didn't dare to admit it, so he hurriedly turned his head into a rattle, "No, no, no... slaves don't dare!"

"Since you don't dare, just do as I tell you. Remember, don't tamper with my meaning. Every word I say, you have to bring it to me intact!"

"..." Zhejin gritted his teeth.

What else can she say, the prince has already given her to the girl, so she is from the Chu residence.

Naturally, Chu Ci's instructions should come first.

Thinking like this, she could only bless her lower body, turn around and walk out.

At this time, in the study, Meng Jing also heard the noise from outside.

"What's going on here?" He frowned, and looked at Han Zhe with cold eyes, "Young master still needs to rest, who dares to make noise outside?!"

Hearing this, Han Zhe hurriedly said, "Go out and have a look at that humble job!"

With that said, he was about to walk out.

But before he could turn around, there was another report from outside, "My lord, Miss Zhejin who is next to the concubine of Nanjun's mansion is begging to see you, are you going to let her in now?"

When Meng Jing heard that it was someone next to Chu Ci, she didn't even have time to pay attention to the guards at the door, she got up directly, bypassed the table, and walked out in big strides.

Seeing his master leaving, Han Zhe quickly chased after him and opened the door for him.

At this time, Zhejin was standing in the corridor outside with a tangled expression.

At this time, when she saw Meng Jing coming out, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, then stepped forward and bowed carefully, "Slave maid greets the prince!"

"Why are you here, but what's going on with the Crown Princess?" Meng Jing asked nervously with a gloomy face.
Zhejin gave a wry smile, shook his head, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Our girl... wants the servant to give the prince a word."

"What?"

"My lord, can we go in and talk?" Zhejin said, she really wanted to save face for her old master.

But, as if Meng Jing couldn't see the embarrassment on her face, she flicked her sleeves, dismissed him without hesitation, and said coldly, "No need, just talk here!"

"But..." Zhejin wanted to fight again.

Meng Jing interrupted her directly, "Say!"

Facing the extroverted and unreserved arrogance of the old master, Zhejin's heart trembled, and he could only open his mouth as if death was at home, and then explained the words of Chu Ci to her, conveying them accurately and word by word.

then……

Meng Jing's entire face turned dark.

He could even feel the real, strange gazes of the guards around him.

My heart sank.

He clenched his fist against his lips and coughed lightly, then without any warning, he suddenly turned his head in embarrassment and glared at Han Zhe, "Didn't I ask you to find out where the noise in the mansion came from, why are you still standing here?"

Han Zhe: "...the humble job is here."

Other guards: "Go down and help Big Brother Han!"

All of a sudden, like a swarm of bees, they all scattered in a direction that Meng Jing could not see.

With no punching bag around, Meng Jing could only cast her gloomy gaze on Zhejin's face.

Zhejin looked at the old master's expression as if he was going to eat people, and knelt down with a plop, with an ugly expression, trembling and authentically saying, "Wang, lord... I have reminded you that you are not, unwilling to go in and talk about it." ..."

"Then according to what you say, the king can only blame himself for losing his face?" Meng Jing's tone was cold.

Zhejin could feel the... urge to kill from him.

His scalp was numb, and he said again, "Well, of course you can't blame the prince... However, the slave's contract of sale is with the girl, so even if the prince wants to dispose of the slave, will he have to go through the girl..."

Meng Jing smiled coldly, "Are you still making a big banner out of tiger skin?"

"Slaves don't dare!" Zhejin bowed her head resignedly.

Meng Jing glanced at her, "Why don't you dare."

After saying that, ignore him and walk directly to the East Wing where Chu Ci is located.

Just before he entered the East Wing, Han Zhe managed to stop him before him, and said, "Your Majesty, the noisy and lowly officials in the mansion have been found out. It's the concubine of Hexuantang. She asked someone to invite jugglers from the back door." Come in with the theatrical troupe, intending to have a lot of fun for Miss Chunxiao!"

Meng Jing heard this, supported her head vigorously, and then ordered coldly, "Throw those people out by this king!"

"But where is the concubine..."

"Let the steward take her to Xiaotangshan now. If she doesn't obey, she will threaten Chunxiao's life."

"But if this is the case, are you going to tear yourself apart with the concubine?" Han Zhe was afraid that Meng Jing would be impulsive and regret later, so he couldn't help reminding her.

But Meng Jing said, "So what if you tear your face apart?"

"Han Zhe, after this incident, the king has already changed his mind. Relatives are never only maintained by blood."

"If there is only blood relationship without any tender care, then this king doesn't want such relatives!"

Shouting and listening to him say this, he cheered a little in his heart, "Your Highness is wise", but he didn't show it in front of him, he just followed Meng Jing and continued to walk in.

Arrived in the room.

Chu Ci was sitting at the table as cold as ice.

I don't know if I am waiting for him.

Anyway, his complexion is very bad.

"Shizifei..." Meng Jing walked towards her cautiously, and after standing still in front of her, she whispered.

Hearing this, Chu Ci stood up and looked at him coldly—without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped him.

This slap exhausted all the strength in her whole body and hit him extremely hard. After hitting him, she also fell to the ground.

Meng Jing only felt a burning pain on her face, and before she had time to ask her why she hit someone, she stretched out her hand first and pulled her back.

After forcing her to sit down at the table.

He didn't have time to ask clearly, but her eyes were red, and she shed tears first... She raised her hand and pointed at his face angrily, cursing——

"Meng Jing, are you still a human being? Your own flesh and blood are still lying on the hospital bed uncertain of life and death, but you are happy and want to take a concubine. Are you still a human being? You deserve to be the father of Xiao Er and Xin Er Is it? You are simply inferior to a beast, extremely cold-blooded!"

Listening to her scolding and questioning, Meng Jing bit her cheek tightly.

For a moment, I just felt that my face that was slapped by her hurt even more.

But what should be explained has to be explained.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet, pull the corners of my mouth, and said in a deep voice, "A Ci, listen to my explanation..."

"I won't listen!" Chu Ci roared angrily with tears in his eyes, and after finishing speaking, he picked up the things on the table and threw them at him.

Meng Jing still wanted to explain, how dare she hide.

I can only throw those teapots, teacups, and tea trays at myself.

As for Chu Ci, he kept smashing all the messy things on the table before stopping.

King Lu Xiaojun and the servants in the room watched her silently.

After she finished venting her anger, she stepped forward to persuade her hypocritically, "Lady, even if you are angry that some people are worthless, you can't do anything. It's a pity to see the table full of things."

"And our regent, if you accidentally hurt eight people, how will you let him have a bridal chamber tonight?"

"You're enough!" Meng Jing heard that King Lu Xiaojun didn't help put out the fire, but poured tung oil on it barrel by barrel. He couldn't help it anymore, and roared in a low voice.

Then looking into Chu Ci's eyes, he explained, "This king doesn't take concubines, and the noise was caused by Hexuantang's servants who asked to come back to see the concubine off."

"See you off?" Hearing these two words, Chu Ci seriously questioned.

Seeing that she was finally willing to talk to him properly, Meng Jing nodded and said, "The concubine made such a big mistake, this king has already decided to send her away."

"..." Chu Ci did not speak, with an expression of disbelief that Meng Jing would really deal with Concubine Yun.

And the so-called sending away should also mean taking refuge.

Seeing this, Meng Jing had no choice but to continue to explain, "Before what happened to Xin'er, this king wanted to send her to Xiaotangshan to raise her, but after what happened to Xin'er, this king went back on his word."

"The housekeeper will follow this king's order and send her directly to a farm in a nearby suburban county. In the whole farm, there will only be the concubine, and she will have to do all the basic necessities of life by herself."

"Your Highness is really willing to do so?" Chu Ci still didn't believe it.

Meng Jing had no choice but to say, "If the concubine doesn't believe it, she can send guards to check it out from time to time."

Chu Ci nodded obediently, "What the prince said is true."

After a pause, he continued, "Besides, if Qing Si can really invite the poisonous king Yuan Han back, I hope the prince can let the poisonous king show the princess to see if her tuberculosis can be cured."

Hearing what she said, Meng Jing couldn't help but slander her—is it okay to take revenge after she is cured?
But today, he really doesn't want to take care of Concubine Yun anymore.

He also thought clearly.

It would be best if Qing Si could invite Yuan Han back and heal Xin Er.

If it can't be cured, he thought, whether he wants to or not, Chu Ci will definitely let Concubine Yun pay for Xin'er's life...

In this mansion, Princess Yun was missing, and the manor became quiet as quickly as possible.

As for Qingsi, he came back only on the third day after Concubine Yun left.

When he entered the Yunjie Courtyard, the original color of the robe on his body could no longer be seen, it was covered with dust and dirt.

And there was a medicine box on his shoulder, and a skinny old man was tucked under his arm.

Hearing the movement, Chu Ci exchanged glances with King Lu Xiaojun, and both of them looked at Qingsi at the same time, and said, "Could it be that this is the famous poison king Yuan Han?"

(End of this chapter)