The Rebirth of the Deposed Empress

Fortunately, as this breath flowed, Ye Buhuo obviously felt a lot more relaxed, and the injuries in his body were also significantly alleviated.

Compared to Ye Buhuo's internal injuries, that breath was just a drop in the bucket.

Hua Wu Ke continued to comb the hair for Ye Buhuo bit by bit.

As more and more breaths were combed, Hua Wu Ke became more and more skilled, and Ye Buhuo's brows gradually relaxed.

Seeing that only a little bit of breath around the heart was left unsorted, Hua Wu Ke adjusted his breathing slightly and guided his internal breath towards that messy internal breath.

As soon as Hua Wuke moved, Ye Buhuo felt a sharp pain in his heart.

But Ye Buhuo did not show anything unusual. If Hua Wu Ke had not discovered that his hands, which were originally placed on his knees, were clenched into fists, she would not have known that Ye Buhuo was so seriously injured.

It seems that this is the root cause of Ye Buhuo's occasional health problems over the past month.

Hua Wu Ke had long discovered that Ye Buhuo would occasionally suddenly withdraw his strength when practicing external skills, which was obviously a result of internal injuries.

She gathered her thoughts and focused all her attention on the remaining chaos.

Another half hour passed, and the hair on their foreheads was wet with sweat.

As a drop of sweat flowed down Ye Buhuo's chin into his chest, the breath in Ye Buhuo's body was finally completely unblocked.

Hua Wu Ke withdrew his internal energy, and they both opened their eyes at the same time.

"Is there anything else that's wrong?"

Hua Wu Ke asked.

Ye Buhuo shook his head: "All healed."

After curing Ye Buhuo's internal injuries, the two stood in front of the stone wall again.

Ye Buhuo gathered some strength in his palm, then slapped the stone wall hard. With a bang, the stone wall shattered.

The mountain wall that originally required two hits to break was actually split in one go by Ye Buhuo because his internal injuries had been healed.

Rocks fell down, raising a cloud of dust.

Using their sleeves to disperse the dust in front of their eyes, the two of them walked out of the broken cave hand in hand.

Outside the cave was the forest that they passed by when they went up the mountain.

It was already late at night, but the two did not dare to delay any longer.

A month has passed since they went into the mountains to look for the Yiqi grass. They have to rush back to Feng Mansion as soon as possible.

After learning the martial arts secrets, Hua Wu Ke was able to use Qinggong with ease.

The two returned to Feng Mansion in less than a quarter of an hour.

It was already so dark outside on the street that one couldn't see one's fingers, but inside Feng Mansion, the lights were still on everywhere.

In Feng Shu's room of the Feng family, people kept coming in and out carrying bowls of medicine.

"Doctor, is my son getting better?"

The head of the Feng family stood in Feng Shu's room and asked anxiously.

The doctor sat beside the bed and carefully examined Feng Shu's condition. Then his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

He carefully put down Feng Shu's hand and sighed:

"Young Master just took the last of the three red grass and is feeling better now."

Then his brows furrowed even more tightly and his tone became heavy.

"But this can only temporarily stabilize the young master's condition. If the young master cannot take the Qi-boosting grass tomorrow... then there is really no way to save him!"

Hearing this, Feng Yi lost his balance and staggered backwards.

If Feng Yi hadn't been supported by the servant beside him in time, he would have collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion.

"Quick! Find someone to check if Master Ye is back!"

Feng Yi was supported by the old servant, pounding his crutches on the ground, making loud noises, and walked out of the yard without stopping.

Before they had walked far, servants from the Feng residence came running in anxiously.

"Master! Master! Master Ye is back!"

The servant's voice had just fallen when Ye Buhuo and Hua Wuke walked in.

Feng Yi's expression became more anxious.

"Have you two found the Qi-boosting grass?"

Feng Yi was eager to save his son, so he asked directly without any greeting.

Ye Buhuo and Hua Wuke also understood his feelings.

Ye Buhuo handed over a wooden box. Feng Yi took it with trembling hands, not daring to open it, and hurriedly gave it to the doctor.

The doctor was still taking Feng Shu's pulse in his room when Feng Yi suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"Doctor, hurry!"

The doctor took the box from Feng Yi, opened it and took a look. When he saw what was inside, his pupils dilated slightly and he couldn't hide his excitement.

"Qi-boosting grass! It's Qi-boosting grass!"

It was also the first time for the doctor to see Yiqi grass. He didn't care about the etiquette between master and servant and ran to the pharmacy with the box.

Several medicinal herbs are needed to cure Feng Shu's disease. The others have been prepared, except for the Qi-invigorating grass.

Now that the Qi-boosting grass has been found, the doctor quickly prepared the medicine.

Feng Shu was helped up and sat on the bed. The maid brought the medicine bowl and carefully fed the medicine into his mouth.

Fortunately, because he had been fed medicine every day for the past few months, Feng Shu, who was in a coma, had become accustomed to swallowing the medicine.

puff!

When the medicine bowl was almost empty, Feng Shu suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The black blood spurted out unexpectedly, and Feng Yi was frightened out of his wits.

"How could this happen? What happened to my son?"

Unlike Feng Yi's panicked expression, the doctor actually revealed a relieved smile after seeing the black blood.

"Master, don't panic. What the young master vomited out was the blood clots that blocked the meridians in his body."

"The reason why the young master was unconscious before was because of the blood stasis, which caused the blood circulation of the young master to be blocked. Now the blood stasis has been cleared. The young master will be awake soon."

Hearing this, Feng Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, my son is finally getting better!"

Feng Yi looked at Feng Shu carefully again, and seeing that his face had indeed become much rosier, he finally felt relieved.

The doctor also needs to give Feng Shu acupuncture to help him recover his blood and energy faster.

Feng Yi led everyone away from Feng Shu's yard.

"Mr. Ye, Miss Ye, thank you so much for coming this time!"

Because Hua Wu Ke and Ye Bu Huo always go out as siblings, Feng Yi naturally thinks that Hua Wu Ke's surname is also Ye.

Feng Yi bent down and bowed to thank the two of them. Ye Buhuo and Hua Wuke slightly moved aside, then stretched out a hand to help Feng Yi up.

"The Night Country and the South Country have always been on good terms. This time the North Country attacked Young Master Feng, I certainly won't sit idly by."

Two hundred thousand shi of grain per month is definitely not a small amount. Ye Buhuo knew that Feng Yi had guessed that he was buying military rations for the Ye Kingdom, so he no longer concealed his identity as a Ye Kingdom citizen.

Seeing Ye Buhuo telling him so frankly about his identity as a Ye countryman, Feng Yi nodded. With this relationship, he believed that the royal family of the Southern Kingdom would not object to this transaction.

"Don't worry, I will keep my promise and deliver the food to you!"

It was already late, and after hearing Feng Yi's words, Ye Buhuo took Hua Wuke back to the inn.

When Ye Buhuo found the Yiqi grass, he sent out a signal to call Qingzhu and Ye Yi, who were sent to other places to find the Yiqi grass, back to Nanyue City.