Invincible drunk

After a few days like this, Jinghe's cough got better day by day, and the weather was not as hot as before.

Huan Lan peeled a lychee, the crystal-clear flesh, a bite of the rich and sweet juice, really tempting.

His Royal Highness Prince Ding was sick and weak since he was a child, but he has received much more holy relatives than the healthy princes. Maybe it's because this dragon chair can't threaten the emperor.

Huan Lan peeled off two more lychees, ate them satisfactorily, and just after washing her hands, she saw a little maid who said that the prince had an invitation.

Huan Lan wondered if there was any ups and downs in His Royal Highness Prince Ding's condition, hurriedly packed the medicine box and left with the little maid.

This time, the little maid didn't take him to the place where he used to get King Ding's pulse, but came to a bamboo forest.

"The prince is inside, please go in, my lord." The little girl blessed her body and withdrew.

Huan Lan frowned and walked in slowly.

There is a small road in that bamboo forest, with bamboo shadows swaying on both sides and the breeze blowing, it is really quiet and cool.

At the end of the path is a bamboo pavilion, in which two people have already sat.

"I have met His Royal Highness King Ding and His Royal Highness King Zhao."

"No." Jing Heng shook the cup in his hand, "Sit down."

Huan Lan sat down after thanking him, while silently pouring out a cup of tea from Jinghe and put it in front of him, "Thanks to Mr. for your diagnosis and treatment, this king is really grateful."

"Don't dare." Huan Lan pursed her lips for a moment before she spoke, "If there is no Huan Lan, the prince's illness should be alleviated."

"But this king is becoming more and more ill." Jinghe took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "The bamboo leaves and buds during the Grain Rain every year are really very fragrant."

"This king has also thought about who tampered with the fifth brother's medicine, just to give the fifth brother a rest. There are not many servants in this mansion, but all of them are handed by the queen mother and me personally. It is really not good. It should be..." Jingheng sighed.

"There are still a group of people who don't need the eyes of the empress and the prince." Huan Lan frowned thinking of the little girl who came to invite her earlier.

"You mean...impossible! He is clearly..." Jing Heng immediately understood the meaning of Huan Lan's words, and his first reaction was no, but thinking about his father's current status in court, In the middle of the appearance, he sighed and said no more.

"His Royal Highness Prince Ding probably found out a long time ago." Huan Lan curled his lips and took a sip of the tea in the cup, "Although the bamboo leaves are good, the snow of the stamens of the drunken plum should not be used to make this tea."

"This is the snow of wintersweet stamens," Jinghe said lightly, "it's wintersweet..."

His voice was extremely low, as if he was convincing others as well as himself.

Although there is only one word difference between drunk plum and wintersweet, their effects are completely different.

Drunken plums are irrigated by the best daughter red, and its pistil snow is naturally hot, while wintersweet is irrigated by mountain springs, and its pistil snow is naturally cold.

Jinghe encountered a change since he was a child, and there was a chill in his body. Although the snow of wintersweet has the chill, the tip of the bamboo leaf in conjunction with the rainy season can warm and nourish the lungs, and the drunken plum magnifies this effect.

Drinking it for the first time may help the condition, but it is tantamount to spoiling the growth of the disease. In the long run, the patient will only become weaker.

Huan Lan looked at Jing He with a calm expression, and secretly sighed in her heart, no one would be able to let go of being tricked by his biological father in such a way.

"Why didn't you tell me and your aunt earlier?" Jingheng sighed, "Why bother to drink those bitter juices alone, and drag your body down forever."

"Now that the second prince Jing Xiao is the only one in the court, the harem is under the control of the Qi family, and the father is wholeheartedly on guard against the princes. The situation between you and your aunt is already embarrassing enough. Could it be that my business will make it even more embarrassing for you?"

Su Jinse, the mother of Jinghe, and Su Jinhuan, the mother of Jingheng, were born of the same mother. Su Jinhuan was born a year earlier than Su Jinse, so she loves this well-behaved younger sister very much.

Back then, Su Jinhuan was weak after giving birth and went to the palace to recuperate. Not long after, he heard the news that his sister died of a sudden illness. After rushing back, he found that his nephew fell into the lotus pond and was dying. This incident became Su Jinhuan's heart. There is a hurdle that cannot be crossed, so he is also very concerned about this nephew.

Jing Heng knew Jing He's temperament well, and sighed: "Then you can't make fun of your own body."

"Father has already left behind." Jing He lowered his eyebrows and said, "The person who tampered with my medicine was sent by Second Brother."

"My lord is planning to expose the second prince?" Huan Lan smiled and said, "I've heard what happened today, so my lord can rest assured?"

"If a disciple of a genius doctor can't see that there is a problem with the medicine, the emperor will become suspicious. As for today's incident, I believe that Dr. Huan is a smart person and knows what to do." Jing He narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile.

"Then the prince is not afraid of being eavesdropped on today's conversation?"

Jinghe smiled but said nothing.

"Forget it, if the prince doesn't want to say it, I won't force it. As for the prince's body, I will take good care of it." Huan Lan curled her lips, got up and left.

He didn't know that this trail was actually a trick, without Jinghe's permission, Huan Lan would not be able to walk to the bamboo pavilion.

He also doesn't know that if he doesn't cooperate today, Jinghe has plenty of ways to trap him to death in this formation.

It was night, and the lights in a palace were brightly lit, reflecting two figures.

"How about what you were asked to do?" Only a low hoarse voice was heard.

The figure kneeling on the ground seemed to present something, the standing figure seemed to read it quickly, and then smiled: "So, very good, very good..."

Under the flickering lights, that figure looked strange and lonely.