Rebirth: Dumb Princess

In King Zhan's residence, people all come and go, and they are busy. King Zhan hasn't returned to his residence for many days. It's necessary to clean up or rectify. The most nervous thing was the bedroom of King Zhan, who was injured on the battlefield. Whether as a prince or a general, the emperor was so distressed that he specially sent an imperial doctor to follow him back to the house.

On the bed of the bedroom lies Feng shuocan, whose face is pale and has no blood color, and he coughs constantly.

"Lord, please bear it. I want to see the wound." The imperial doctor kneels beside him and asks Feng shuocan for advice.

Seeing Feng shuocan nodding, the royal doctor first looked at his legs. In order not to let others see his injury, Feng shuocan opened the long shirt, which was new. The lower legs were already bloody and miserable.

Seeing that Feng Shuo can's flesh and blood had been pasted together with his pants, the imperial doctor opened his medicine box and took out a pair of scissors from the inside, "hold on, the wound has adhered to the clothes, so you must cut it with scissors, which may be a little painful." The imperial doctor told Feng shuocan about the pain again, so he put his hand on it.

"Hmm ~" the wound on the leg was uncovered, and the meat inside seemed to be cut and turned over by a sharp weapon. You could even see the white bone inside. The imperial doctor was stunned. He didn't know how Feng shuocan endured it. After looking carefully, I found that the wound was different from the ordinary wound. On the surface, it was cut by a sharp weapon. In fact, the sharp weapon was also poisonous, leading to the erosion of the whole wound.

Yin Li looked at the royal doctor's expression and hurriedly asked, "Zhao royal doctor, our Lord, why did the injury on his leg rot more and more seriously? At that time, the military doctor also bandaged it, but it was not good. Instead, it festered more and more day by day." He felt bloody when he saw the wound.

The royal doctor who was asked seemed to think of something. He cleaned Feng shuocan's wound a little and looked more carefully, which was really right with his guess.

Apply medicine to the wound, sew it up and wrap it up. Then he said to Yin Li, "deputy general Yin, the prince's wound should be the legendary Mi Gu San. If you are poisoned by this poison, the wound will fester day by day, spread from the wound to the whole body, and finally die of pain."

"This poison is unique to Nanman. It is better than their poison. This poison can be solved, but Mi Gu San has no solution. It can only be controlled by drugs. Even if you can finally produce bone and meat, you will experience the pain of bone erosion every month. " Zhao Yuyi stopped.

Yinli asked anxiously, "and then? Did our Lord save us? " He doesn't believe that the disease can't be cured. Isn't it poison? As long as there is an antidote, he will find it for the Lord whether he goes up the knife mountain or down the sea of fire.

"Even finding the Millennium blood lotus in Nanman's local land can only alleviate the pain of the Lord." The imperial doctor bowed his head and didn't dare to see Yin Li, but his words were true. Naturally, he was also sorry, but the king of hell wanted someone to go at the third watch, and Duan didn't dare to stay until the fifth watch.

What does it mean that it can only be relieved? Yin Li grabbed Zhao Yuyi's collar angrily and pressed him angrily, "aren't you a royal doctor? You can certainly save our Lord, and you must also save our Lord, otherwise you are useless. " Then he would draw out his sword to stab the Zhao imperial doctor.

The frightened Zhao imperial doctor Gulu knelt on the ground and said shakily, "Weichen, Weichen has tried his best."

Seeing that Yin Li's sword was about to stab Zhao Yuyi, Feng shuocan said, "stop, how can you be so rude? Is that what I teach you on weekdays?"

"Lord!" Yinli was unconvinced. He didn't do it for his good. Let him kill this incompetent quack. There must be better doctors who can save their king.

"That's enough. Don't you listen to the king? All go down to the king. The king has something to ask the imperial doctor alone. " Feng shuocan endured the pain and shouted at Yin Li.

Listening to him, Yin Li was angry but had nothing to say. He was the Lord, and he was just a small deputy general. He could only listen to what the LORD said“ Yes. " He retreated.

There were only Feng shuocan and Zhao Yuyi left in the whole room. Zhao Yuyi knelt on the ground trembling. For fear that Zhan Wang would be unhappy, he would ask him.

Feng shuocan looked sideways at the people on the ground, coughing and gasping, "Zhao Yuyi, cough, I want to ask you how much time I have left."

"Less than a month, more than three or five years, because there is the possibility of poison at any time. If you can't find the Millennium blood lotus in this month, it will be only this month at most." Zhao Yuyi truthfully told him about Feng shuocan, and then said“ Weichen will use ginseng to carry your qi and blood in recent days, but this blood lotus must be found as soon as possible. "

"Thank you, doctor Zhao. The king is still busy. I want to trouble you. That is, don't mention the king's illness to anyone. Even if your father asks you, you have to say it's just a leg injury. You'll get better later." He doesn't want others to know. First, to prevent the prince from rebelling. If something happens to him, the military power will surely fall into the prince's hands.

The prince is ambitious. For those things he has done in recent years, he knows that he will plot sooner or later. This military power must not fall into his hands. However, if he hurt his leg, it will be a matter of time before the military power is handed over. He wants to delay for another month. This month, he must find a suitable prince or minister to take over this important military power.

"Yes, I'll decoct the medicine for you first." Zhao Yuyi then got up and hurried out of fengshuocan's door.

At least one month, more than three or five years. Feng shuocan is lying in bed, with endless sadness. He is only 18 years old, and he has not even got a wife and has not achieved a great career, but the old God just wants him to go first.

Speaking of getting married, he remembered the tender little dumpling when he was a child. Even if she was young at that time, he was not sensible, but he remembered her for more than ten years. Even every year, he asked someone to draw her portrait. He saw her change every year, but he still thought of her.

Whenever in the dead of night, he lit a candle and looked at the portrait he had made for her in the camp. At this time, he would feel some comfort in his heart.

"Yinli." Feng shuocan invites Yin Li in.

Yinli was waiting at the door, and soon entered the bedroom, "my subordinates are here."

"Now send someone to Nanman to look for the Millennium blood lotus. Hurry up." After saying this, Feng shuocan asked with expectation, "Miss Su, haven't you returned to Beijing yet?" Lu Jing'an works too slowly. He has been sent to work for several days and there is no news.