On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

At this time, in a dense forest outside Youcheng, a black bird landed by the window.

The little book boy took off the mailbox from the bird's leg, lowered his head and walked lightly to the inner room.

"Sir, a letter has arrived from Youcheng."

Mr. Mo didn't look up immediately. He held a delicate medicine pestle in his hand and carefully pounded the small incense cubes in the small cauldron into fine powder.

Until it becomes a fine powder, pour it all onto a piece of yellowish patterned paper and hand it to the little book boy.

"Send the fragrant powder to Furong Pavilion."

"Yes."

The little book boy took the scented paper packet with one hand and handed over the mailbox with the other.

Mr. Mo opened the letter and looked at it, with a smile on his face: "Very good, Huo Changhe has lived up to my expectations."

Seeing that he was happy, the little book boy bravely asked, "Sir, why are you so happy?"

"Shen Huaixin is finished. Youcheng will be ours soon."

The little book boy immediately said happily: "Congratulations, sir, your great cause is about to come true!"

Mr. Mo said with a smile: "Send a message to Furong Pavilion and ask them to speed up the capture of Li Cangzhe. On the surface, the Li family and his son will do the work."

"Also, where has the Ninth Princess gone?"

"Sir, the ninth princess has entered Youcheng."

"Okay!" Mr. Mo's smile deepened, "It's just the right time. The person with the strange eyes next to her can just get a glimpse of what's wrong with Princess Zhennan."

The little book boy hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir, do you want to say something to the Ling Palace?"

Mr. Mo's smile froze, and the little book boy lowered his head.

"It's not necessary for the time being. I'm just using his hand to cause chaos on the border so that the court has no time to worry about anything else. Otherwise, how could we cooperate with such a weird and unpredictable person?"

"If he thinks he can influence me because of this, he is totally wrong."

Mr. Mo waved his hand: "Go down!"

The little book boy didn't dare to say any more and hurried down to do some work.

Mr. Mo took out a scroll from the bottle next to him and unfolded it. The person painted on it was seventy-nine similar to Yan Ruyu.

Mr. Mo's eyes narrowed slightly: "What secret do you have? Even the guy from Ling Palace is interested in you. I'm really curious."

As soon as he put away the scroll, someone hurried in from outside.

As soon as he raised his eyes, the visitor immediately stopped his steps and held back his rapid breathing.

"Why are you panicking?"

"Mr. Hui, there is news just coming from the capital. The emperor is critically ill!"

Mr. Mo was surprised and tightened his brows: "What? When did it happen?"

"The letter was sent a month ago, at the end of last year. It said that the palace banquet was not even held."

Mr. Mo took the letter and read it quickly: "Normally the emperor's health should not be so bad."

"Sir, if something happens to the emperor and the prince in the capital is still there, then we..."

Mr. Mo raised his hand, twisted the letter and thought for a moment: "Get the record book of Xiaoyao powder sales to the capital."

"Yes."

Mr. Mo flipped through the book and his subordinates whispered: "In the past three months, the number of medicines in the capital has been more than before, but it is not as much as you said before. Therefore, my subordinates did not report it. ”

Mr. Mo said before that he would pay close attention to the sales volume of Xiaoyao powder in Beijing and report it if it increased by half compared to the initial level.

Mr. Mo closed the book and tapped it lightly: "Go and check if these people who bought Xiaoyao Fen are still alive."

The subordinate was slightly shocked: "Sir, you mean... some of them are dead, but there are still people buying in their names?"

"In this case, isn't it just halfway?" Mr. Mo's eyes were cold, "If you can't use your brain to do things, what's the use of your brain?"

His subordinates immediately broke out in cold sweat: "Yes, I will do it immediately."

Mr. Mo stopped him and said, "Also, write a letter to the internal staff of the Taiyuan Hospital and try to find out the emperor's pulse."

"Yes."

Mr. Mo sat alone and read the letter. The emperor is critically ill? The emperor's health is indeed not very good, but he is definitely not going to be critically ill suddenly. There must be a hidden reason for this. If... there is the prince's handwriting, it will save trouble.

……

Yan Ruyu sat up and looked at Huo Changhe who came to the window to receive the message.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Huo Changhe opened the letter, looked at the light carefully, and frowned: "The emperor is critically ill."

"What?" Yan Ruyu was a little surprised.

Although she had no impression of the emperor, and she didn't want to care whether the emperor was dead or alive, he was the head of a country after all, and if he died, it would definitely cause turmoil in the country.

What's more, the grievances of the Zhennan Palace have not been washed away, and the emperor's mistakes must be made to admit personally and personally reverse the case for the Zhennan Palace.

"Is it a letter from the Sixth Prince?" Yan Ruyu said as she put on her clothes and tried to get out of bed.

Huo Changhe came over, let her warm on the bed, and handed her the letter.

"Yes, it was issued after the New Year. He must have been ill for some days."

Yan Ruyu read the letter and found nothing in the short letter.

"If he dies," Yan Ruyu thought of a possibility, "then the sixth prince won't have to marry?"

Huo Changhe shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case."

Yan Ruyu was puzzled: "Why is this? When the emperor dies, isn't it considered a national mourning? During the state mourning period, isn't it forbidden to marry, drink or have fun?"

"That's what they say, but what they say is what people say. As long as they want the Sixth Prince to marry, it's all about the name. If they keep putting it off, it's just for joy. Even if they die, it can be An Ling, comfort, etc. "

Yan Ruyu was speechless.

Huo Changhe frowned, a little suspicious: "However, I always feel that something is not right about this matter."

"Do you think the emperor is suddenly ill?"

"Yes, the last time I saw the emperor, he couldn't be said to be very tough, but he was definitely not sick. Moreover, at that time, one of the new concubines in the harem was pregnant, which shows that he was in good health."

Yan Ruyuxin said that this is not necessarily the case. Being able to have children does not necessarily mean that you are in good health.

"Then what should we do?" Yan Ruyu said, "I don't want him to die right now."

"He still owes us an apology."

Huo Changhe hugged her and nodded: "I will contact the capital and find out the situation before making a decision."

If the emperor is really in bad health and wants to die, no one can stop him.

Yan Ruyu felt a little depressed, but that was all she could do.

The two lay down again, and the lights in the room were turned off. Yan Ruyu asked, "Is there any news about the whereabouts of the Dacheng princess?"

"Yes, there is news from Shencheng that they have arrived at the border. However, I heard that the ninth princess is ill and will need to recover for a few days."

"Are you sick too?" Yan Ruyu vaguely felt that things were a bit coincidental.

However, the news from the capital was sent by the Sixth Prince after the new year. The Ninth Princess of Dacheng is now ill, so it is not the same period.

Huo Changhe kissed her forehead: "Go to sleep and don't worry about that. Didn't you say that you would follow Aunt Yun tomorrow? Maybe you can get to know the mastermind behind the villa."

Yan Ruyu nodded, but she had better take care of the immediate matters first. The capital was far away and she couldn't take care of it now.

It was late at night, but the East Palace was brightly lit at this time.