The villain, his beauty is flourishing [Quick travel]

"Of course it is..." King Xian persisted through gritted teeth, but the thunderous thunder above his head finally made him feel a little fearful.

"Forget it, let's put it aside for now."

Most of King Xian's subordinates breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, they didn't want to be struck bald by lightning like their prince.

It's okay for the prince, after all, his status is noble, it is difficult for ordinary people to see, but they are different as subordinates, they often walk outside, if they are also bald by lightning, how can they go out to meet people.

But the incident of the Xianwang mansion being struck by lightning could not be concealed, and it soon spread to the palace.

Together with the news that the virtuous king secretly asked someone to invite an imperial physician, it reached the ears of the little emperor Mu Ling.

At that time, Mu Ling was holding her own article for Qi Heng to point out, and when she heard the servant talk about it, she was obviously very curious

Qi Heng will close Mu Ling's article. Seeing his expression, he said lightly: "If you are curious about him, Your Majesty, maybe you can come to the palace to see King Xuanxian."

He also wanted to see the effect of that lightning strike.

Mu Ling's eyes lit up, "Okay, just listen to the national teacher."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the servant again, "You go to the mansion of Prince Xian, and ask the uncle to come into the palace."

The servant hurriedly bowed and saluted, "Little one takes orders."

However, half an hour later, the servant returned to the palace empty-handed. As soon as he stepped into the Golden Luan Hall, the servant knelt down impatiently.

"Your Majesty forgive me, but I didn't see the virtuous king. The servants of the virtuous king's mansion said that the lord was seriously injured this time, and he couldn't get up."

Mu Ling gasped, "Could it be that Uncle Huang was really struck by lightning?"

He had assumed that King Xian was struck by lightning before, but he never thought it would actually come true.

The servant lowered his head, and said hesitantly for a while, "When I was leaving the palace, I overheard the servants of the palace saying that the prince asked them to buy something like Dihuang Heshouwu."

Mu Ling became even more curious, "Go and ask which imperial physician is out today and bring him here."

The servant responded respectfully, and then quietly retreated out.

Mu Ling was in a daze, and then picked up the memorial next to him and began to correct it. After grading these unimportant papers, he still needs to review the homework he learned yesterday. Time is tight and there is no delay.

The sun is setting on the western mountains, and the red clouds are everywhere.

"Your Majesty?" The servant stepped into the hall and yelled a little strangely, seeing no one.

No one answered.

The servant took the fire folders and lit the oil lamps on both sides. The lights and shadows were indistinct. When he got close to the desk, he realized that there was a person lying behind the stacked memorials.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Mu Ling opened her eyes in a daze, "What's the matter, it's not yet dawn."

"It's already evening." The servant replied softly, "The imperial doctor invited by King Xian has returned, and he is waiting outside the palace. Do you want to let him in, Your Majesty?"

Mu Ling was startled, and then immediately woke up. He got up from the table, and his face was covered with red marks because he lay down for too long.

"Announce him in."

"Yes." The servant bowed, then walked outside the door and led the imperial physician into the hall.

"Your Majesty." The imperial physician knelt down, but Mu Ling stopped him with a wave of his hand. Mu Ling didn't want to listen to the long speech, so she simply asked, "I heard that you went to see the emperor's uncle? How is the emperor's injury?"

The imperial doctor received the warning from the virtuous king, and you hesitated for a while, then said vaguely: "The injury the lord suffered didn't hurt his life. You just need to take good care of him in the palace, and he will recover in a short time."

Mu Ling's expression turned cold. It was obvious that the imperial physician in front of him was just prevaricating him, and he didn't even bother to pretend.

"Okay, since you don't bother to answer my questions, you don't have to come here from tomorrow on."

The imperial doctor's face changed, and he quickly knelt down: "The emperor forgives the sin, and I have no other intentions."

"It's really Prince Xian's order not to let the minister speak out."

The servant on the side spoke excitedly, seeing Mu Ling's displeasure, he quickly said, "Your Majesty, I even inquired about the prescription, which is a prescription for hair growth."

Thanks to his double-handed preparation.

"Hair growth?" Mu Ling repeated, looking at the imperial physician on the ground, "Tell me, what does he want the hair growth prescription for?"

The matter has come to this point, there is no difference between talking or not talking, the imperial doctor kowtowed to plead guilty, and said: "The virtuous king hurt his hair, this hair growth prescription was also prescribed by the minister."

"Have you hurt your hair?"

The imperial physician lowered his head, said cruelly and truthfully: "He is bald, the virtuous king has no hair on his head now, that's why he threatened the minister not to speak out, otherwise he will be killed."

"Bald?" Mu Ling's eyes widened in surprise, and he thought about the appearance of the Xian Wang in his mind, but he really couldn't imagine the appearance of the Xian Wang with a bald head.

"Since the virtuous king is seriously ill, why don't the emperor find time to visit the virtuous king?" The servant gave Mu Ling an excuse at the right time.

Mu Ling cleared her throat solemnly, "I will discuss this matter with the National Teacher before I bring it up."

He has a lot of classes every day recently, and it is absolutely impossible to go out of the palace alone.

Thinking of this, Mu Ling thumped and walked outside the hall.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?" The servant was startled, and hurriedly chased after him.

"I'm going to look for the national teacher, you don't have to follow." Mu Ling waved her hand.

"Hey, Your Majesty, Your Majesty! The national teacher went to the Imperial Garden, but didn't return to the Zhaixing Pavilion." The servant patted his head.

Mu Ling's footsteps faltered, and then she turned in a different direction as if nothing had happened.

However, when Mu Ling found someone in the imperial garden, he was not in a good mood.

"National Division!"

Mu Ling ran up to Qi Heng with a displeased expression, pointed at the child squatting in front of Qi Heng, and asked with hostility, "Who is he?"

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Mu Ling's mind, and finally settled on the biggest possibility.

Could it be that he was an apprentice secretly accepted by the national teacher?

Mu Ling looked again at the boy who had already hid in Qi Heng. He looked okay, and was a little older than him.

Qi Heng's eyes moved slightly, "Can you see him?"

This was a bit wrong, Mu Ling's expression froze for a moment, his head full of possessiveness seemed to have been poured with cold water, and he suddenly calmed down.

"National, National Teacher, what do you mean?"

"Basically, he should be your uncle." Qi Heng said with a delicate expression.

Mu Ling's mouth opened as if it could stuff an egg, "My emperor, uncle?"

Isn't that his father's brother?But his father doesn't have such a young brother?

Qi Heng understood the meaning in Mu Ling's eyes, "He fell into the water and died, so his appearance has remained the same as when he died."

That unbelievable guess came true, and Mu Ling's fingers trembled, "So, he is a ghost, a ghost..."

Qi Heng nodded, and now he can almost guess why Mu Ling was able to see this brat. Firstly, he was contaminated by his breath after staying with him for a long time, and secondly, because of his blood connection, he saw it by accident.

Mu Ling swallowed a mouthful of shocked saliva, and found that the brat hadn't spoken from the beginning to the end, so she asked, "Why can't he speak?"

"Because his soul is too weak." After Qi Heng said this, he looked at Mu Ling again, "Why did you come to see me?"

Mentioning this, Mu Ling's expression became mysterious.

"Uncle Huang invited an imperial physician today. I just asked about it. Uncle Huang was struck by lightning!"

Qi Heng raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

"And the imperial doctor also said that his hair is gone, probably burned by thunder." Mu Ling faltered, "I'm a little curious about the emperor's uncle now, so..."

"The emperor wants to see him laugh?" Qi Heng pointed out his purpose.

Mu Ling laughed twice.

He was a little distressed and said: "But Uncle Huang will definitely not leave the palace."

Mu Ling guessed right, the Xian Wang really didn't plan to leave the palace, before his hair grew out.

Wearing a black medicinal mud that was said to be able to grow hair, the virtuous king Muhui fidgeted for half an hour, and finally waited for the time limit to come.

"Hurry up, fetch water and wash it off for me!"

The maid at the side suppressed her expression, and came forward with a water basin, and put it on the table.

After a few pots of water, the black medicinal paste was washed away, revealing a bright and flooded head.

King Xian looked around and pointed to a maid, "Come and see, has this king grown any hair?"

The maid pinched her palms to restore her expression to normal, raised her head slightly for a quick look, and slowly shook her head under the expectant gaze of the King Xian.

King Xian's eyes lit up with anger, "That trash Li Ji, even a hair restorer can't match it well."

"My lord calm down, the imperial doctor said that the medicine will take a few days to take effect." The maids knelt down and persuaded.

"My lord, my lord!" A subordinate hurried in, and after saluting, he leaned into the ear of the virtuous king Muhui and whispered, "News from the empress dowager in the palace."

Xian Wang Mu Hui's eyes moved, and he waved to the maids around him, "Go down."

"Yes." The maids responded together, and then retreated out with the basin in hand.

After everyone had retreated, the virtuous king Muhui looked at the subordinate, "What did the Queen Mother say?"

"The empress dowager said that the little emperor will issue an imperial decree in the morning court tomorrow, conduct some kind of imperial examination, and select capable people from the people to enter the court as officials."

"What?" Xian Wang Muhui was shocked, "Those lowly people, what can they do!"

"What about those people in the court? No one objected?"

"It is said that it was played by the national teacher, so no one dared to object." The subordinate said silently.

Xianwang Muhui gritted his teeth, "That demon—"

"Boom!"

There was another thunder, and his subordinate's complexion suddenly changed, and he took a step back to keep himself away from the virtuous king.

King Hyun remembered the hair he had lost for no reason, and reluctantly stopped the words he was about to curse.

That sorcerer might really be a bit evil.

The wise king dared not try again.

"My king is going to court tomorrow morning." The wise king thought about it, "We can't let this imperial examination method continue."

When a new person comes in, the little emperor will definitely replace his people, so how can he control the court and achieve great things.

Moreover, selling officials is still a no-cost business, and the little emperor must not let the little emperor cut off his source of income.

"But, my lord, your hair?" The subordinate reminded him cautiously, "I'm afraid it's not so convenient——"

"You're right." King Xian looked thoughtfully at his subordinate's shiny black hair.

After being stared at by him for a long time, the subordinate felt a chill down his back, and his intuition was not good.

"But the subordinate has a way."

The virtuous king Mu Hui withdrew his gaze, "What do you think?"

"It's better to borrow someone else's hair and make it into a wig and put it on your head." Xian Wang's subordinate said, "However, this is a trick commonly used by troupe actors. The prince's noble body may be inappropriate..."

"There's nothing wrong with it." The wise king Mu Hui narrowed his eyes. In fact, he also thought of this method, "In that case, then——"