[Rat cat] Long live the emperor

Zhao Zhen used all conceivable methods to test more than 20 times before she believed that she really got rid of the hallucination!

<(￣▽￣)/It’s really gratifying!

Zhao Zhen sat on the couch wrapped in a quilt, his fingers were entangled like radishes by Gongsun, his face was pale, his lips were blue from the cold, Zhao Zhen flattened his mouth, looking up at everyone pitifully. "Well, the medicine is three-point poisonous, I'm fine, can I stop taking the medicine..."

- What do you think? !

Everyone's sharp eyes flew over, and Zhan Zhao poured the medicine directly from the medicine bowl.

Gongsun felt his pulse, his brows became tighter and tighter, he held Zhao Zhen's small face and looked at it again and again, his expression became more and more incomprehensible.

The Eighth Prince stomped his feet anxiously, "Sir, what happened to the emperor, you are talking!"

Gongsun came back to his senses, and comforted him: "The prince is relieved, the emperor's dragon body is very good, but there are some..."

Gongsun paused, "It's just a little too good."

Everyone blinked and turned their heads to look at Gongsun—what is the explanation for this statement?

Gongsun looked puzzled and said: "The emperor was born weak and failed to take good care of him after he was born. I thought that the emperor would be seriously ill after a night of rain, but now..." Gongsun organized his words, "The emperor is only a little sick now. Low-grade fever, it will be cured after a short sleep, and even other illnesses will be cured, no matter how you look at it, it seems that you have taken a panacea, and suddenly all diseases disappear."

Zhao Zhen blinked blankly, "So I'm a blessing in disguise?"

The Eighth Prince stroked Zhao Zhen's wobbly hair on his forehead, "It's so good, God bless the emperor with a long life!"

Mr. Bao thought about the business, "Why is the emperor in the mountains?"

Zhao Zhen thought for a while, skipped the memory of his previous life, and told everyone the illusion he had seen in a daze.

Zhan Zhao was curious, "Hallucinations? Could it be a burnt out?"

Zhao Zhen curled her lips, "I'm not stupid, I can still tell the difference between a fever and hallucinations!"

Gongsun carefully checked Zhao Zhen's eyes, "Could it be a hallucination caused by poisoning?"

Zhao Zhen shrugged, "I don't know, anyway, when I'm cold, it turns into warm clothes; when I'm hungry, it turns into imperial food; when I'm sleepy, it coaxes me to sleep; I'm worried about everyone's safety, so it makes I saw people dying; when I couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to give up, it gave me the illusion that I was saved..."

"The most frightening thing is that after falling into hallucinations, I can still control my body freely, and one step forward is the abyss!" Zhao Zhen patted his heart seriously, "I can't die like this, the murderer must be more depressed than me .”╮(╯_╰)╭

When everyone thought of Zhao Zhen sitting on the edge of the cliff for several hours, they were afraid for a while.

Bai Yutang said: "The illusion that Zhan Zhao came to save you, how do you tell?"

"Obviously!" Zhao Zhen pointed at Zhan Zhao with a hand like a carrot, "The former master was so gentle, it was obviously an illusion! The latter master was not only violent, but also threatened to bite me to death, which is the nature of the master! Although I like a gentle master very much, but a fake one is a fake one, and a son doesn't dislike his mother's ugliness, that's life!" Zhao Zhen's face was full of anger, and he hammered the bed with grief and indignation!

Zhan Zhao squinted at Zhao Zhen, and caught his soft angry fist, "Don't your hands hurt?"

Zhao Zhen moved her fingers, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little hot and a little numb."

Gongsun helped him unwrap the fine cloth, and found that the bitten finger was almost healed.Gongsun glanced at Zhao Zhen, and Zhao Zhen gave him an innocent look, as innocent as he wanted.Gongsun had no choice but to apply medicine on him again, and put on a new cloth to wrap it up. "The emperor was weak at the time, the bite was not heavy, and he would recover within two days."

The abbot who had been sitting in the distance twisting the beads suddenly said, "Amitabha, could it be that the emperor has mistakenly eaten the questioning heart?"

The Eighth Prince hurriedly said: "If you dare to ask the abbot, what do you mean by asking your heart?"

The old abbot pondered for a moment, "When the poor monk was as old as the emperor, he once listened to the old monk in the temple telling stories. It is said that a long time ago, a young monk was seriously ill and would die soon. The monk was disheartened and worried all day long. Not showing up, lying in bed and counting the days waiting to die. The Buddha couldn't bear to see him wasting his time, so he planted "Questioning Heart" in the hearts of monks. Since then, monks have dreamed of things coming true in the hallucination center every night, or dreamed of being cured of diseases , or dreaming of being named on the gold list, or dreaming of a house full of children and grandchildren..."

Seeing that everyone listened earnestly, the abbot continued: "The more beautiful the dream, the more painful it will be after waking up. The monk is reluctant to part with the dream every night, and has to wake up at sunrise. Every day, he is tossed in bliss and sorrow. Once, the monk When he was dying of a serious illness, he suddenly had a great realization in his half-dream and half-awake—whether he is in bliss or sorrow, whether he is rich or poor, whether he has children and grandchildren or a lonely life, he will not escape death after all.”

Everyone nodded: Everyone will experience birth, old age, sickness and death. In this regard, there is no difference between princes and nobles and poor beggars.

The abbot smiled slightly, "After enlightenment, the monk no longer complained about others, nor indulged in beautiful dreams. He spent the rest of his life devoting himself to worshiping the Buddha, and finally moved the Buddha with his devout heart. The Buddha integrated [Qingxin] into his body, and the monk was blessed by misfortune, not only cured of illness and live to be a hundred years old without any disease.”

The corner of Zhao Zhen's mouth twitched: The origin and history all make sense, why did the ending suddenly become "believe in Buddha, gain eternal life"?

Zhan Zhao said helplessly, "Abbot, what does this have to do with the emperor?"

"Master, don't worry." The abbot smiled slightly, "The story may be fabricated, but [Qing Xin] is real. Wen Xin is a kind of poison, which is extracted from sixteen kinds of poisonous flowers and weeds. It is impossible to verify who made it , but the prescription has been kept in the Sutra Pavilion.”

The abbot said: "40 years ago, the poor monk was fortunate to see a person who had eaten [Wenxin]. This person moved freely after being poisoned, but he didn't talk to anyone. He just talked to himself in the air, and his movements were also very strange. Back then, the poor monk thought he was crazy, but after listening to the emperor's narration, I'm afraid that man is also living in hallucinations."

"Since it's poison, why can't we find it out?" Gongsun didn't believe it, grabbed Zhao Zhen's wrists to feel the pulse, and took out a handful of silver needles, as if he would never give up until he reached his goal!Zhao Zhen quickly broke free, wrapped in a quilt and rolled behind the Eighth Prince to hide, only a bunch of frightened hair was exposed.

The abbot chuckled, "Wenxin is not only a poison, but also a holy medicine for healing. There are sixteen kinds of poisonous flowers in Wenxin, each of which is mutually reinforcing. invasion."

Bao Zheng said: "Dare to ask Master, who was the person who was poisoned 40 years ago?"

The abbot sighed, and called the old monk squatting at the door, "40 years ago, my uncle was seriously injured by someone and was on the verge of death. My uncle tried his best to save him, and finally made [asking heart] before he died. After my uncle passed away , Uncle Master went crazy for a whole year before he came out of the hallucination by himself."

Zhan Zhao was startled: "Who plotted against Master!"

The abbot shook his head, "The poor monk doesn't know."

Zhan Zhao asked again: "Master's mind is like a child's, is it because of [asking the heart]?"

The abbot shook his head, "Master's mental damage is due to the injury on his head. The poison of asking the heart has been cured long ago. From the beginning of records, all people who have suffered from asking the heart will not die well. Only those who forget the past and hold a heart It's a blessing in disguise that the uncle with a boy's heart escaped a catastrophe."

The abbot looked at Zhao Zhen, "Your Majesty has a predestined relationship with the Buddha, and the four elements are empty, so the title of Wukong is also appropriate."

Zhao Zhen felt guilty.

The Eighth Prince and Lord Bao pulled their beards at the same time.

"All four things are empty" is a good thing to put on the monk, but it is not a virtue to put it on the emperor.

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Now that the poisoning has been confirmed, it is necessary to find out how and where Zhao Zhen was poisoned.

It's a pity that the old monk was in a coma when he was poisoned, and the abbot didn't know when the poison occurred.

Zhao Zhen thought for a while, "I followed Master and Brother Bai all the time yesterday. I went to Bakuya in the morning, and went to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in the afternoon. I didn't place an order until I came back in the evening. The things I came into contact with were all three together. There is no reason why I would be alone. Poisoned..."

Zhao Zhen looked at the old monk and slapped his forehead, "That's right! I had breakfast with my master in the morning! Then when I climbed the eight bitter cliffs, I felt weak all over. It was the master who carried me up. In the evening On the way back from the Sutra Pavilion, I also felt someone following me, that may be a hallucination. And I started to feel sleepy after dinner, very sleepy!"

Zhao Zhen asked the abbot: "Will people who have been hit by [Wen Xin] be poisoned again?"

The abbot stroked his beard, "Probably not."

Mr. Gongsun frowned, "It's likely that there was something wrong with the imperial meal yesterday morning. It would be great if we could test the leftovers."

Fuquan was also in trouble.Master Master ate all the imperial meal yesterday morning, there is really nothing left...

The Eighth Prince said: "Leave the investigation of the case to the Kaifeng Mansion, Your Majesty, you can rest at ease."

o(╯□╰)o No, I have to rest again...

Zhao Zhen is completely paralyzed: In this era without internet, my loneliness flows upstream...

Everyone resolutely supported the prince's wise decision, ignored Zhao Zhen's distressed bun face, and left one after another.

Zhan Zhao sat by the bed and helped Zhao Zhen tuck the quilt. He had been busy all day and wanted to go back to his room and sleep!

When Zhan Zhao got up to leave, he felt that his clothes were being held down by something.

Looking down, Zhao Zhen's carrot-like claws were 'accidentally' pressing down on his clothes.

Zhan Zhao tugged, but it didn't come out.

Zhao Zhen closed her eyes and breathed evenly, her expression couldn't be more innocent, and her sleeping face couldn't be more peaceful.

Zhan Zhao looked up at the sky, and waved his paw.

Bai Yutang, who had already walked to the door, suddenly felt a bad wind in the back of his head!

face away...

Zhan Zhao was stuffing a piece of crispy candy into his mouth, and he looked at Bai Yutang with an expression of pretending to be innocent.

Bai Yutang was speechless, so he had no choice but to walk back and stand three steps away to look at Zhan Zhao—let the horse come over.

Zhan Zhao looked innocent: Where is the horse?

The two looked at each other for a moment, and saw several hidden guards carrying a big bed, walking in quietly.

Cheng Ying walked last, holding a bedroll, and spread it on the ground closest to Zhao Zhen, without making any sound during the whole process.

The hidden guards moved the bed, climbed up to the roof nimbly, and disappeared quickly.

Zhan Zhao looked at the bed, and found that the salute between himself and Bai Yutang was placed on the bed...

Bai Yutang raised his eyebrows.

Cheng Ying mouthed each word and said: The room of the two of you has been in disrepair for a long time, and it has collapsed.

Zhan Zhao looked up at the sky, and the corners of Zhao Zhen's mouth twitched while lying on the bed.

Bai Yutang seemed a little dissatisfied.

Chengying, who had already been lying down, suddenly sat up, and said with her mouth: Take a bath and find Fuquan.

It's okay if he doesn't say it, but when he said it, Bai Wuye, who loves cleanliness, felt something was wrong all over his body, especially his hair that was soaked in the rain - itchy!

Zhan Zhao yawned, and dragged the reluctant Bai Yutang to look for Fuquan.

Seeing the legendary emperor's bath, the two heroes were stunned!

It's not that the two of them have never seen the world, but this super luxurious large bath...it's a shared bath! ! !

(╬￣dish￣)>>>—

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