"Miss, I don't think he is a good person." Zi Mo frowned along the Quqiao and said, "his hostility is almost written on his face."

As the sun sets, the dazzling red sun shines in the garden, as if it has a layer of golden light on the flowery courtyard.

Jiuqing stepped onto the stone steps, with a light smile beside her lips, "There are too many people who think badly in the center of this royal palace. If you pay attention to it, you will not even have time to decoct medicine."

Zi Mo nodded slightly when he heard this, "Miss is right."

The two entered the house, and the house was clean and tidy, almost the same as when they left. However, the scent of rouge that drifted in the air had already told them that someone had just come in.

Zi Mo sneered repeatedly, "Ghosts and monsters are everywhere."

Jiu Qing set up a trick outside the pharmacy. Although it was arranged casually, no one in the royal palace should have the ability to solve it, so even if someone comes in, it will be useless.

Zi Mo took the clothes and jewelry he bought to his west cubicle and put them in. As soon as he returned to the flower hall, someone pushed the door open and then revealed Wu Ji's anxious and panicked face, "Miss Jiuqing, my master's old illness has relapsed!"

Zi Mo was surprised.

Jiuqing didn't say anything, picked up the medicine box, turned around and walked out of the flower hall.

The recurrence of old diseases is just a saying. The emperor's purpose of posting the imperial list is to seek famous doctors to treat King Jin, rather than detoxify. Even if they all know that King Jin was poisoned, not sick.

It is different to the royal family's meanings.

When we arrived at Zhaochen Hall, the inside and outside were still quiet, and nine paths entered the side hall.

The man in red was curled up on the big bed covered with a soft blanket. His beautiful face was as pale as paper, with cold sweat, and his black hair was hanging in a mess. A few strands fell on his face and were wet with sweat. He had no time to take care of it, and his whole body was trembling constantly.

It can be seen that he was enduring the pain with great difficulty, and his lips were bitten to death, but he still could not suppress the painful moans and even howls in his throat.

Wu Ji had a clear look of horror in his eyes. Although his master was in poor health, he was always a person who could tolerate it. Even if he was summoned by the emperor and came back with scars, he never showed any pain on his face.

If it hadn't been the extreme this time, he wouldn't have been like this...

Jiuqing didn't say anything, so he quickly walked forward, put the medicine box on the table, and opened the golden needle inside.

Taking off his embroidered shoes, Jiu Qingzhi got on the bed, approaching Ye Jin in the corner, raised his bare hands slightly, gently lifting away the messy hair scattered on Ye Jin's face. His voice was gentle but exuding a kind of soothing power, "Ye Jin, it's me."

Hearing this cold and gentle voice in a trance, Ye Jin subconsciously raised his head, but the pain that followed quickly drowned his reason. He bit his lips tightly, and a crazy and confused color faintly appeared in his eyes.

Jiuqing took out a golden needle, walked around his neck with his simple hand, and pierced the golden needle into Fengchi acupoint on the back of the neck.

The pain of being gnawed by thousands of insects and ants in his body seemed to be relieved as the golden needle entered his body. Ye Jin closed his eyes and slowly let go of his broken lips, but his body was still trembling almost imperceptibly.
Chapter completed!