Doctor Cheng said dryly: "This gentleman, this villain is a doctor. He only saves people, not harms them."

"This matter is also good for you." Sihai sneered and raised the corners of his lips with a meaningful smile, "This is what our prince asked me to convey to your country."

Doctor Cheng pursed his lips tightly, wondering in his heart: As we all know, the eldest prince Chu Yi has not been crowned king. Could it be that the prince in this person's mouth is...

King Kang?!

Could this be the person placed by King Kang of Dajing next to Chu Yi?

The more Dr. Cheng thought about it, the more likely he felt that this was a possibility.

What shocked him even more was that King Kang actually knew their Yue Kingdom's stronghold in Danyang City.

Doctor Cheng's hands were tightly clenched into fists in his wide sleeves, and his eyes were dark.

He is not from Jingguo, but from Yueguo. He has been lurking in Danyang City for more than ten years.

Now, the saints intend to form an alliance with King Kang of Jing State. Once the alliance is established, their Yue State will fully assist King Kang in succeeding to the throne. And King Kang promises that after the success of the matter, he will reinforce the Yue State and help the Yue State win the southwest Qiang State.

This cooperation is related to both countries, and there is no room for difference. Doctor Cheng has to be cautious and cautious, and he is doubtful about Sihai's words. It is empty talk, who can prove that this person is a subordinate of King Kang?

Seemingly sensing Doctor Cheng's doubts, Sihai added: "The eldest prince is already weak and sick. He has traveled thousands of miles north and is tired of traveling and traveling, and it is inevitable that he will get sicker. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"When he returns to Beijing, he will never have such an opportunity again."

"Can you afford to delay a 'big event'?!"

Sihai put pressure on the other party sentence by sentence.

Doctor Cheng clenched his fists tighter, his eyes hesitant.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll deliver it tomorrow."

Sihai stretched out his hand to make a petition and did not continue to see off the guests. He stayed where he was to watch Doctor Cheng leave.

The surroundings were as quiet as a tomb, and Chu Yi could be heard coughing in the back hall from a distance:

"Ahem..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Doctor Cheng strode out quickly. As soon as he left Danyang Mansion, he went straight back to Cheng's Medical Center and closed the door early.

Doctor Cheng fastened the door bolt carefully and looked outside through the crack in the door. Then he walked inside with confidence, passing through the front hall and the courtyard until he reached a private room at the back.

A bamboo curtain hangs down, blocking the people behind the curtain. Through the gap in the bamboo curtain, you can vaguely see a man in blue sitting on the other side of the bamboo curtain.

"Sixth Master." Doctor Cheng bowed respectfully and crossed his arms in salute.

He did not dare to raise his head to look at the man behind the curtain. He told the story of what had just happened in Danyang Mansion in an orderly manner, and finally said: "Sixth Master, Biyuecao is colorless and odorless, and will make the body of the person who takes it weaker and weaker.

, and then slowly die."

"Sixth Master, do you want to add blue moon grass to Chu Yi's medicine bag?"

Blue Moon Grass is a secret medicine unique to their country of Yue, and it is a chronic poison. A person who takes Blue Moon Grass will not show any symptoms of poisoning, either in appearance or pulse, and others will only think that he is suffering from a long-term illness.

Gradually his body was hollowed out.

The man in blue, known as Mr. Liu, flipped the tea lid carelessly, making a crisp clinking sound of porcelain.

The air in the room is dry and dull, making people feel as if they will suffocate the next moment.

Doctor Cheng remained motionless in his saluting posture. After a while, Master Six asked slowly, "Is there anything special about Chu Yi's pulse?"

Doctor Cheng recalled it carefully: "Today, I checked Chu Yi's pulse again. The pulse is like cotton in the water. The yang energy is weak and the essence and blood are weak. It is a weak pulse."

"Chu Yi has always been weak..." Mr. Liu seemed to be muttering to himself, his expression dark and gloomy.

Chu Yi stayed in the country of Yue as a hostage for eight years. Except that he could not leave the capital at will, he could move freely in the city and often interacted with the royal family and nobles of the country of Yue. He was known as "a gentleman as jade, gentle and gentle"

"Ze" is famous.

At the beginning of the year, Emperor Mingde ascended the throne and discussed with the saints to release Chu Yi and return to his country.

King Kang planned to kill Chu Yi silently after he entered Jingguo's territory. This matter was not a secret. The sage's attitude was that they would just sit back and watch the internal strife among the Jingguo people.

However, King Kang's plan to assassinate Chu Yi failed again and again, allowing Chu Yi to arrive in Danyang City safely.

Master Liu frowned tightly and asked another question: "Can this pulse condition be faked?"

Doctor Cheng thought for a while and concluded: "Based on my decades of experience in practicing medicine, Chu Yi has an insufficiency syndrome caused by his mother's womb. This pulse condition is difficult to falsify."

The Sixth Master lowered his eyes, twitching the corners of his mouth sarcastically, and thought to himself: King Kang must be anxious, for fear that Chu Yi would return to the capital, so he did not hesitate to ask them to help him secretly attack Chu Yi.

Since the saint intends to form an alliance with King Kang, this matter will not be harmful to their Yue country...

Mr. Liu considered the pros and cons in his mind, opened his eyes suddenly, flashed an ambitious and fierce light, and uttered one word: "Give."

"My subordinates, go and prepare now." Doctor Cheng obeyed his leader's orders, his eyes shining brightly.

The sun was setting gradually, but the weather showed no sign of cooling down, and it was swelteringly hot.

The city was lifeless, with no sound of wind or insects.

Gu Yanfei raised his eyes to look at the setting sun outside the window. The afterglow of the setting sun made half of the sky blood red.

There was a suffocating feeling in his chest. Gu Yanfei half-squinted his eyes, his dark pupils seemed to be shining with blood, and whispered to himself: "We don't have much time."

"Meow meow~"

The little milk cat squatting on the desk meowed softly, with a cute coquettish ending that made people's hearts tremble.

The kitten, less than two months old, was at the age of playfulness. It stretched out a paw like a fur ball to pull out the cinnabar in the porcelain bowl. But the next moment, the flesh on the back of its neck was pinched by a few slender jade fingers.

Immediately afterwards, the body was lifted up.

The fussy little cat, as if its acupuncture points had been tapped, curled up slightly obediently, and was thrown motionless by Gu Yanfei into the cat nest next to it.

Qingguang squatted boredly in the cat's nest, licking her paws and washing her face.

Gu Yanfei picked up a wolf-hair brush dipped in bright red cinnabar and moved the brush with his elbow hanging.

Spiritual power was poured into the tip of the pen, and the tip of the Langhao pen outlined a curve like an earthworm bit by bit on the light yellow talisman paper.

It’s just that the painting is getting slower and slower...

These days, she has been drawing talismans, but the aura of this small world is too weak, and every talisman failed. Only the two talismans she drew with her essence and blood on the day of rebirth succeeded.

She can't use essence and blood to draw talismans every time, or she will die early!

Gu Yanfei stared intently at the nib dipped in cinnabar, her eyes were sore but she still did not blink.

The hand holding the pen is as light as a feather and heavier than Mount Tai.

Through repeated failures, she gradually mastered how to communicate with the almost non-existent aura of heaven and earth in one mind, how to turn the aura into spiritual power and connect it with the cinnabar on the tip of the pen...
Chapter completed!