First Lady of the Crown Prince

 Chapter 807 His Protection (1st update)

Gu Jiao's eyes became extremely dangerous: "It's best to have a reasonable explanation."

 Otherwise, I don’t care whether you are the godfather or not, I will treat you as one and I must beat you!

 —I will never admit that I just want to beat him!

Gu Changqing was in an absolute coma at the moment. The Imperial Master came to the bedside, looked at him with a complicated expression, sighed and said: "This is his own decision."

"Speak clearly." Gu Jiao said calmly.

The Imperial Master said: "He was struck by the Dark Soul sword without any protection. His foundation was destroyed, his Dantian was damaged, and his muscles and veins were broken... You are a doctor. You should understand that for this reason, he is basically He is already a useless person.”

 Concerning this point, Gu Jiao did not refute.

 As early as when she operated on Gu Changqing, she already understood how bad his condition was.

 Otherwise, when the Imperial Preceptor asked her if Gu Changqing became disabled, her answer would be "I will take care of him" instead of "I will heal him."

 From a medical point of view, there is no possibility of curing Gu Changqing.

Gu Jiao asked: "So you turned him into a dead soldier?"

 The Imperial Master sighed helplessly: "I said that this is his own choice. I just provided him with a plan. It is up to him whether he accepts it or not."

Gu Jiao recalled the conversation that took place in this intensive care unit.

She asked: "He was already awake at that time, right? You deliberately asked me in front of him, 'What will I do if he becomes a cripple?' You wanted him to hear my answer, so that He was moved, which made him more determined not to drag me down.”

 The Imperial Master opened his mouth but did not refute.

Gu Jiao's cold eyes fell on the face of the Imperial Master, full of vicissitudes of life: "Just like this, you still have the nerve to say that it was his own choice?"

 The Master's fist blocked his lips: "Ahem. Okay, I admit, I used some dishonorable means, but -"

Gu Jiao said: "You'd better not say it's for my own good, otherwise I will kill you now."

 The Imperial Master looked at her with a shocked and complicated expression, as if to say - Are you so brave? Do you even dare to kill the Imperial Master?

 “Forget it, I’m used to it.”

 A certain national master muttered.

 “What are you muttering about?” Gu Jiao didn’t hear clearly.

The Imperial Master said earnestly: "I mean, this is the only way to restore him to normal. Although it may not be successful, it is better than letting him become a useless person. With his self-esteem, becoming a useless person is better than letting him die. It’s even scarier.”

 Gu Jiao thought of the dream she had in Zhao State. During the battle at the frontier, the remnants of the previous dynasty colluded with the Chen State army to turn Gu Changqing into a **** and a useless person, making him miserable for the rest of his life.

The Master of the State continued: "I then told him that if he did not want to become a useless person, there was only one way to become a dead soldier with the help of medicine. The dead warrior was originally established after breaking the law, and there was a similar precedent in the Palace of the State Master. The premise is to take a poison with no solution.”

Gu Jiao paused: "Is it the kind of poison that Mr. Han Wu was poisoned with?"

The Master of the National Preceptor nodded: "Yes, that kind of poison can lead to a near-death life. After surviving it, he will be qualified to become a dead soldier."

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The chance of surviving after being poisoned by this kind of poison is very low, and among those who survived, except Han Wuye, all became dead soldiers. Whether there is an inevitable relationship between poisoning and becoming a dead soldier, no one knows the answer yet.

However, although Master Han Wu did not become a dead soldier, he suffered from progeria. From this point of view, the sequelae of this poison are indeed quite serious.

The Master said: "That kind of poison is very strange. Most people can't get through it, but once they get through it, they will become extremely powerful. I call it 'sifting'."

Gu Jiao frowned slightly: "Screening?"

 The Imperial Master took a deep look at Gu Jiao and said, "A kind of genetic survival of the fittest."

Gu Jiao was lowering her eyes and thinking deeply, and didn't notice the look that the Imperial Master cast at her.

By the time she raised her eyes to look at the Imperial Preceptor, there was no emotion in his eyes.

 “Where did this poison come from?” she asked.

The Imperial Master said: "It's the juice squeezed from the rhizome of Lithospermum spp., but it's hard to find that kind of Lithospermum now."

 What a pity. If there were any, maybe I could bring them back for study.

Gu Jiao asked again: "Then where did the poison you gave Gu Changqing come from?"

The Imperial Master said helplessly: "There is only one last bottle left, and it's all for him."

Gu Jiao expressed another doubt in her heart: "But why don't I feel the aura of a dead soldier on him?"

 The Imperial Master said: "Because he... did not become a dead soldier."

Gu Jiao asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

 Master Imperial Master smiled politely: "After I gave the medicine to him, I found out that it had expired."

 Gu Jiao: “…”

 “So now he…”

 The Imperial Master continued to smile awkwardly but politely: "I thought I was a dead soldier."

 Gu Jiao said again: “…”

To be honest, the Imperial Preceptor did not expect this to happen. He only discovered that the medicine had expired the next day and hurried over to check on Gu Changqing's condition.

Unexpectedly, Gu Changqing stood beside the hospital bed with a cane and said excitedly: "Master, the medicine you gave is really effective. I can stand up!"

 The expression on the Imperial Master's face at that time was unprecedentedly confused.

Gu Changqing wondered: "But why...I don't feel the pain you said?"

 The Imperial Master mentioned to Gu Changqing that the process of surviving this kind of poison is no different from dying.

 Then, the Imperial Master decisively stopped his painkillers.

After Gu Changqing experienced three days that were worse than death, he became more and more determined that he could survive the poison.

This is not a miracle that medicine can create, but a strong willpower to protect my sister at all costs.

The Imperial Master sighed innocently: "I saw that he was in such good condition, so I didn't have the heart to expose him."

Afraid of being exposed, his faith will collapse and he will never be able to recover.

Gu Jiao looked at the various dead soldiers in her hands and asked confusedly: "Then... what's going on with these books?"

The Imperial Master said truthfully: "It was written blindly."

But it also took away a lot of his efforts. Just looking for the yellowed empty booklet and thinking of names almost made him unable to fix it.

 Gu Jiao then picked up a copy of "Ten Days Will Teach You to Become a Qualified Death Soldier" and twitched her lips: "I wonder why these books look so improper."

 Master National Preceptor: “…”

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With Gu Changqing's current situation, it is naturally more appropriate to continue to stay in the National Master's Palace. As for when to tell him the truth, it depends on his recovery. Before he is completely recovered, his faith cannot be allowed to collapse halfway.

　　It was already late at night after leaving the Imperial Master's Palace, and Gu Jiao returned to Anguo Duke's Mansion with King Black Wind.

 An Guogong Mansion is very quiet.

Xiao Heng did not tell her family that Gu Jiao had gone to the palace to steal the king. He only said that she had something to do at the Imperial Master's Palace and might not return until tomorrow.

　　Everybody took a rest.

Xiao Heng was waiting for Gu Jiao alone in the room.

 He didn't know what the situation was like with Gu Jiao, but according to the plan, the monarch was to be taken back to the Duke's Mansion.

Crunch—

 The door of Fengyuan was pushed open.

 Xiao Heng hurriedly walked out of the house: "Jiao..."

 The person who came in was not Gu Jiao, but Manager Zheng.

Manager Zheng held up a lantern and looked at Xiao Heng who was hurriedly coming out of the corridor. He was surprised and said: "Your Highness Changsun, haven't you rested at this late hour?"

Xiao Heng suppressed his disappointment and asked calmly: "It's so late, why are you here?"

Manager Zheng pointed to the courtyard door behind him and explained: "Ah, I saw that the door was open, and I was wondering if one of the servants was lazy, so I came in to take a look."

Xiao Heng said: "I asked them to keep the door open."

Manager Zheng was puzzled for a moment and asked, "Aren't Master Xiao and Mr. Gu going back tomorrow?"

They were the only ones out in the whole yard.

Xiao Heng said calmly: "I might go back earlier. It's getting late. Manager Zheng, go and have a rest. There's nothing going on here."

Manager Zheng smiled and said, "Ah, yes, I'll take my leave."

Manager Zheng had just walked a few steps, then turned back and asked Xiao Heng: "Your Highness, Changsun, are you a little uncomfortable with living there? The Duke of Guo said that you can go directly to his courtyard. His courtyard is spacious. Maple Courtyard Too many people…"

Xiao Heng said seriously: "No, I live very well in Fengyuan."

Manager Zheng smiled and asked, "What's the matter with your majestic eldest grandson living with a few Zhao people instead of your cousin?"

"Okay, if you need anything, just ask me."

This time, Manager Zheng really left and never came back.

Time passed little by little, Xiao Heng could still sit down at first, and soon he stood up, looking at the window for a while, and walking around the room for a while.

 Finally, when he was almost about to enter the palace to inquire about the news, there was another movement outside the courtyard.

Xiao Heng didn't wait for anyone to open the door, strode out quickly, and opened the courtyard door with a swish of it.

 Then, he saw Long Yi standing at the door.

 (End of this chapter)