Rebirth Of Medicine

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Nine

"Shiny, does that girl really say that?"

A fat middle-aged man in the study asked in surprise.

Wenjun Wang stood by the window and let out a gentle grace.

"Does the prince believe it?" the middle-aged man asked hesitantly.

The King Wenjun standing by the window didn't speak, as if looking at the winter plum tree outside the window intently.

The waiter Huang came in with a tray, "June, the soup is ready."

Wang Wenjun nodded, walked over and sat down, and drank a bowl of soup that exuded a strange fragrance under the service of Huang Neimai.

"The county king, you can hide your illness from the people in the hospital, but you can't hide it from the king. These drug dealers have noses that are better than dogs. If we make soup in different ways, he can detect it..... "The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "That girl, obviously, is here to blackmail... It is very likely that she knows your illness..."

Huang Neishi, who was still standing by the side, heard this, his face pale, and he knelt down with a puff.

"It's all trivial..." He banged his head, wiped his tears, and started crying.

If he could not see Wang Yizhang at that time, or asked the little servant to deliver the medicine later, all this would not happen.

Only two or three people know about King Wen's real illness, but he kept it so close, but he made such a mistake, and let it be used as a threat by others, but he is dead.

"Know it's wrong?" Wang Wenjun glanced at him.

The waiter Huang knocked his head banging, crying and tearing.

"Go get a board." Wenjun Wang said lightly.

The servant Huang was overjoyed when he heard the words, and kowtowed to thank him.

"After receiving it, don't forget to ask Wang Yizhang for some soup medicine money." Wenjun Wang said again.

The attendant Huang, who had slowly withdrawn, knelt down after hearing it, and his face turned pale when he got better.

"The county king, **** the little one, **** the little one, you shouldn't owe others benefits..." He raised his head and slapped himself in the face.

No wonder the sentence said that if you don't know that you can't do anything else, take bribes in private and do so secretly, you still haven't escaped the eyes of the king.

Wang Wenjun actually only wanted this result, and he didn't want to ask these inmates how big things they wanted from others.

"Go, the conditions in the county palace are a little bitter, and there is no way for you to generate income in private. Go on." Wenjun Wang said lightly.

The servant Huang came from the palace, and his eyelids were not ordinary.From the words of King Wenjun, he also guessed his true meaning, and immediately showed a look of fear and awe, and kowtowed his head and said that he would not dare to dare later.

"Go down." Wenjun Wang waved his hand.

Only then did Huang Naibu got up and went down in fear.

"What does the princess mean?" the middle-aged man asked again.

"Sir, what do you mean by the emperor?" Wang Wenjun was silent for a moment, and instead of answering his words, he asked.

The middle-aged man was taken aback.

"So, does the princess believe in that girl?" he said Nian Xurong.

A smile suddenly appeared on King Wen's face, he rarely laughed, not to mention that things were not going well during this period, and there was no smile on his face.

"I don't believe her." He stroked his cuffs with embroidered gold edging, "I am..."

He paused for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say, he didn't say any more, thinking about it for a moment, and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Mr. Trouble took a trip and asked Master Zhu, what does the emperor mean to the few jinshi in the prison?" he said.

The middle-aged man looked moved, and the true meaning of this sentence was naturally not expressed literally.

"The prince, let's not say it, let this matter be ignored..." He couldn't help but said, looking at himself, a noble disciple, although there is nothing unusual at first glance, but if you look closely, you can find his eyes. The slightest weakness.

This disease did harm his body a lot, and how the disease progressed is still unknown.

Death is something that makes everyone fearful.Even if the prediction is absurd and unreliable, but it is thrown out at this time, it really has to make people feel uncomfortable.

This girl is so bold!

Thinking in his heart, he really said this sentence.

Wenjun Wang nodded when he heard this.

"It's true..." he said, "These two brothers and sisters are really average temperament..."

In front of his eyes, there were scenes from the past, the teenager who was reading a book with dry bread, the girl who stood in front of the book stand ignoring and mocking the book...

"But it's all true love..." he whispered.

"But the princess..." The middle-aged man still hesitated, what else to say.

"Sir," Wenjun Wang stood up and interrupted him, "Master Zhu will be sixty years old this year..."

This sentence was utterly ignorant, but the middle-aged man just condensed his eyebrows, and immediately understood what he meant.

Officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty can beg for bones at the age of 65. Of course, people like Master Zhu will not be allowed. They must be repeated three or four times, and after three or four times, it will take about seven or eight years. , But no matter what, Master Zhu will get older and older, and the time to stay in this position will be less and less...

His power is indeed very important to them, but this does not mean that they must be in step with him.Looking at the arrogance and behavior of Lord Zhu now, when he runs out of oil, the suppressed torrent will definitely It will be swallowed instantly.

"We also need to clear our names..." the middle-aged man nodded and said.

Gu Hai's rise to fame this time was not only recognized by the Qingliu in the DPRK, but also became countless hot-blooded, eagerly waiting for me to advertise as the students of the world.

"Everyone knows that he has an old relationship with me, and Master Zhu also knows that if I sit back and watch, someone will inevitably use this to slander my name in the future. If I stretch out my hand for help, Master Zhu will not care too much, but will be happy to send it. I'm a good friend." Wenjun Wang said slowly.

"But, where is the emperor..." The middle-aged man still has some worries.

You must know that Li Daxue's jail time was not just because he angered Lord Zhu, but because he angered the emperor.Of course, he angered the emperor not because of greed for ink. This kind of thing is not deadly in the eyes of the emperor.

"General Ye Zhen’s fact that the emperor’s imperial scales, but the academician Li must pull off this imperial scale..." the middle-aged Mr. continued, "So, he did not offend Lord Zhu and suffered this situation, but Offended the emperor..."

At this time, Li Daxiong became the emperor's inverse scale, and things and people related to him must never be touched.

What's more, it is at this critical moment for the selection of the crown prince.Because there are no children, it is necessary to choose from the clan.Although it is helpless due to the inheritance of the country, it does not mean that the emperor is happy to have so many parents and children to choose from.

In front of Jiangshan, even if it is the biological father and son who still have rifts in their hearts, let alone they are not biological, to the emperor, these county kings who have been sent are like hungry tigers, staring at the fat in his hands and wanting a bite. Swallow him and the meat.

At this time, you are still going to fight the emperor. Isn't this seeking your own death!

Wenjun Wang, who has always been shrewd and calm, could have this confused idea? The middle-aged man was very puzzled, and it seemed that the girl's prediction was provoked.

"The prince," he paused for a moment, and he still needs a heart medicine. "It's better to wait for five months, and then say..."

At the end of May, see if the ground really moves...

"No need..., go as I want." Wang Wenjun said, "I think Master Zhu will turn this matter into a thorough and comprehensive way. I think the emperor has no intention of killing them... ….."

The middle-aged man knew the temperament of King Wen, knowing that it would be useless to persuade him, so he responded.

When I went out, I saw a carriage parked in the outer corner of the door, with three or four people squatting in front of the car, a chubby man, two skinny boys in Tsing Yi, and a girl who kept tearing.

The middle-aged man knew that this was the one who came with the bold girl. After the flicker, the person hasn't left yet? Could he still wait for her to be a **** and make a confession? How silly and bold!

When the night fell, the limping waiter Huang walked into Jun Wang's study again, looked at the Jun Wang reading under the lamp, and stood aside not to disturb.

After a long time, King Wenjun put down his book and asked for tea, and he hurriedly took the opportunity to drag himself to pour the tea.

"Why, are you here to ask me to see how pitiful the fight is?" Wang Wenjun said with a smile.

Neibu Huang wrinkled his face and knelt down and said that he didn't dare.

"Say, what's the matter?" Wenjun Wang asked, no longer chatting.

"That... that girl..." Nai Attendant Huang raised his head and stammered.

He didn't have to come to serve him originally, although the people underneath were merciful, but he was afraid of doing too fake and angering the king, and he was also implicated in playing the board, so he used 50% of his strength on the board of Huang Neibu, and it was not necessary. It took half his life, but it was enough to hurt his muscles and bones, enough to support him for a while.

He was lying on the bed to recuperate and hide from others, but a small servant came to ask what to do with the Gu's daughter. The county prince flung his sleeves and left without explaining anything when he left. Gu Shiba was arrested and she has not He was so bold and arrogant that he flung his sleeves and left.

Thinking that the county prince would soon pass on words, whether to rush out or lock it up, I didn't expect it to be dark. I was stunned that no one mentioned this, and the waiters couldn't stand up, so they came to ask.

If it's someone else, Naiyu Huang doesn't need to ask for instructions, so she will be locked up directly, but thinking of this woman holding the handle of her master...Huang Naishi really dare not act rashly this time, and think it's a good opportunity to redeem her sins. Enduring the pain of my heart, I personally came to ask for instructions.

"She hasn't left yet?" Wenjun Wang asked.

He really forgot.

"Princess, if you don't speak, how dare the young ones let her go? Besides, she doesn't have the guts!" Huang Nei waiter said hurriedly.

Doesn't she have the guts? Wang Wen thought, and shook his head.

"You go and rest." He stood up and walked out.

When I came to the wing, I saw a few maids standing outside the door, and the room was not lit, and it was dark.

Seeing him coming, everyone went into the room to light up the lights as they hurriedly saluted.

When the lights were on, King Wenjun also stepped forward, and there was no greeting or sight of the woman.

The maids stood up, and the King Wenjun, who had adapted to the indoor light, couldn't help but froze for a while, saw Gu Shiba Niang kneeling on the ground, her head on the chair, sleeping deeply.

The sound of footsteps and the light of the candle fire failed to awaken her.She slept so deeply, it seemed that she hadn't closed her eyes for a long time.

Her face was calm, her brows stretched, and she snored slightly.

"Bold..." the waiters also saw it and couldn't help shouting.

The king of Wenjun raised his hand to stop it, and the waiters in time swallowed the scolding words to their lips, and bowed their heads not to speak any more.

He watched quietly for a while, lowered his gaze, turned and stepped out, and the maids behind him hurriedly backed out, holding their breath.

The lights went out in the house, and the night flooded the wing, and it was quiet.

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