Second minister and thief

Chu Linqiu didn't answer, but just glanced at him lightly, then with the support of the coachman, he slowly and awkwardly got into the carriage, lowered the curtain, and there was no more movement.

Xiao Cen stood in the open space with his hands clenched into fists, watching them gradually go away, his heart was ups and downs, going back and forth, but he couldn't get to the bottom of it after all.

The sage was indeed ill. According to rumors, the blood was vomited after Donggong knelt down to answer, and it fell on the steps at that time, which was very shocking.Immediately afterwards, he fell on his back into Yan Zheng's arms, unconscious.

When Chu Linqiu first entered the Qinghe Hall, he was sober, but his spirit was indeed not as good as before, and he had to close his eyes once after speaking a few words.

"If you have a son like this, I am ashamed of the ancestors of the Qi family. Jiushang, come, let me take a good look at you. If you are really like the son said, it is me... just fine. My children Among them, there is no one like Zhen, only you... that's all."

"You have nothing to do with the Qi family."

"You're sick." Chu Linqiu walked over slowly as he said, raised his hem and knelt in front of the bed, bowed his head and said, not intending to respond to his "nonsense".

"Look up and let me see."

"..."

"Looked up!"

Chu Linqiu slowly raised his head, revealing his miserable white face. His eyes were extremely scattered, and he sweated a lot, so that the hair on his temples that had fallen down carelessly became sticky and stuck tightly to the face side.In addition, his lip color is also extremely light, giving the impression that he is a little weaker than the emperor on the bed.

Yan Zheng at the side was startled, and hurried to help him, "Ouch! What's the matter? My lord? My lord Chu?"

"...Huh?" Chu Linqiu was not in a daze at first, but since the spirit noticed something unusual, he fell to the side and closed his eyes wearily.

"grown ups!!!"

In this way, Emperor Jing Yuan, who was half leaning on the bed, was naturally attracted to his attention. He leaned forward, folded his hands in front of his abdomen and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

"Where's the imperial physician? What are you doing here? Don't tell the imperial physician yet?! When you come back, is Imperial Physician Su in the side hall?"

"Report to Your Majesty, yes."

"Tell him to come in and show Jiushang, what a nice person, why... Yan Zheng, have you been tired recently?"

"This..." Yan Zheng commanded the two young eunuchs to carry Chu Linqiu to the couch, and took the time to answer, "My lord's previous body...doesn't seem so... .unhealthy."

Just such a seemingly unintentional remark made Emperor Jingyuan's complexion instantly darken.

Imperial Physician Su is a sage in the country. He is a fifth-rank imperial doctor. He only treats and treats the emperor on weekdays. Even the concubines in the harem do not have this blessing.Calling him here today is really a great honor to Chu Linqiu.

But whether this favor is hot or not, it can only be known by oneself.

"Your Majesty, this subject deserves to die. Lord Chu Dushi, this is... a sign of poisoning..."

"What? Poisoning? Cough cough cough... and..."

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Lord Fang, show me what's wrong, Your Majesty?" Yan Zheng hurriedly patted Emperor Jingyuan's back dutifully and fed him a cup of tea. Fang asked in a low voice, "Master Fang , did you see it wrong? How could it be..."

"To shut up!"

"Your Majesty!!!" Yan Zheng rolled off the bed, knelt tremblingly outside the steps, and buried his head deeply in his arms, "Your Majesty, calm down, it's the old slave... I'm talking too much."

"Tell me, what kind of poison is it? Who dares to poison my Nine Merchants?"

"Your Majesty, when I was making a diagnosis for the envoy, I found that there were two intersecting thin lines on the inside of your wrist, extending straight up. This is clearly... clearly..."

"The line of marriage...Your Majesty! This is...someone not only wants to put Master Chu to death, but also wants...there is only one place in this imperial city... ..Your Majesty, this old slave has talked too much."

"Hmph, I don't think you are talking too much, but you want to talk on purpose. Come here, bring that traitor, I have to ask him something."

"Strictly speaking, do you think... would it be true? If not, who would be able to get the spices that Xichuan paid tribute to? Wouldn't it be Jiu Shang who poisoned himself? Wait... Xi Chuan? Hmph." Emperor Wu'an's eyes gradually narrowed.

To the embarrassing prince who was escorted into the palace again, he asked bluntly, "Chu Qing was poisoned, did you do it?" During this period, he did not show any emotion, obviously disappointed in this man.

"Poison? What kind of poison? Has the surname Chu been poisoned? Is he dead?"

"Nie Zhan!!!" Emperor Wu An casually grabbed the golden hairpin beside the pillow and threw it over, "Ni Zha! I'm so disappointed in you...cough cough..."

"Your Majesty! Take care of the dragon body!"

"The first line of marriage came into the palace through your hands. I still remember that you, Prince, praised this spice very much at the beginning, saying that it has many magical effects, but only this point, you can't take it orally, otherwise it will become highly poisonous. Physically debilitating."

"..."

"Prince, did you say that at the beginning?"

"..."

"It's such a coincidence today that Doctor Fang diagnosed that Chu Qing has been poisoned for a while. No wonder I feel that something is wrong with him recently. And it was offered by Xi Chuan, Xi Chuan... What a Xichuan...Prince! What else do you want to say?"

"Father... Father and son are wronged! My son has never poisoned me! This, this 'first line of marriage' son was also dedicated to you back then! The East Palace did not, did not... ....Ghost knows how he was poisoned? Maybe he did it himself! Father Huang Mingjian! This man is insidious and cunning, and he will do anything to achieve his goal! He framed his son...all of them It was he who framed it... Father and Emperor Mingjian! My son is innocent!!!"

"His Royal Highness... I have no grievances or enmities with you. I don't know why you want to harm me here? Cough cough..."

Everyone looked back, but it was Chu Linqiu who did not know when he woke up, and was propping up the couch with his hands at this moment, planning to sit up.

Seeing this, Yan Zheng quickly took small steps to help him, and sweated for him, "Slow down."

Seeing his eagerness to please him, the crown prince immediately sneered, "Eunuch Yan is so thoughtful, why don't you go to Chu's mansion to be a steward, staying here in Qinghe Hall is really a shame. Father, don't you think so?"

"Yes? I see that you... still want... still want to make me mad again before you give up!!!"