Chapter 887 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 29

"Miss Yue'er, we're here."

"Um."

Xihe got off the car and entered Xiangguo Temple.

The dusk was deep, and the entire Xiangguo Temple was shrouded in clouds and mist. Passing by the gatekeeper monk, Xihe glanced at him. His face was so ordinary that he could hardly remember it when he was thrown into the crowd.

The monk bent down slightly and clasped his hands together: "Blesser Jiang."

Xihe: ...Song Mo is really capable.

Along the way, the two of them bypassed the patrolling guards, turned around and entered the prince's room with ease.

Candles were burning on the table, the servant was asleep on the chair, the prince put his hands by his side, his eyes were closed tightly, and a strong smell of medicine lingered in the whole room.

Xiao Wu looked at Xihe: "Miss Yue'er..."

Xihe walked over, and frowned unconsciously at the first glance, his complexion was sallow and haggard, his cheeks and frontal bones were extremely protruding... a dignified prince, but he turned into this appearance in a short period of time.

Xiao Wu's heart suddenly rose: "Miss Yue'er, is the prince alright?"

Xihe shook his head, put his hand on the prince's pulse and closed his eyes for diagnosis. After a while, he opened it, took out the silver needles he had prepared, and began to inject. Xiao Wu stood aside and dared not vent his anger.

The house was quiet, and the footsteps of patrol guards could be heard from time to time not far away.

After an unknown amount of time, Xihe carefully removed the silver needle, and Xiao Wu immediately stepped forward to close the prince's clothes. Xihe walked to the table and wrote down a prescription: "Take it with a medicinal bath for three days first."

Xiao Wu immediately asked, "What about three days later?"

Xihe raised his head and glanced at him, and said: "If you don't recover in three days, let your master prepare mourning clothes."

Xiao Wu's eyes widened immediately, and he was so shocked that he lost his voice. A smile flashed in Xihe's eyes, he turned his head to look at the prince who was still motionless, and walked towards the door: "Go back."

Xiao Wu put the prescription in his arms and hurriedly followed.

For three days in a row, Xihe sneaked out to treat the prince. I don't know what Song Mo did. The prince's condition has changed so much that there is no news about it.

After the needle was administered that day, Xihe got up and backed away.

Xiao Wu stepped forward to close the prince's clothes: "Miss Yue'er, three days have come, how is the prince? Has he recovered? How long will it take? You..."

puff!

The person lying on the bed suddenly sat up and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Wu was stunned.

The prince, who was so thin that he was out of shape, glanced at him, then fell down on the bed with a bang, and passed out again.

Xiao Wu came to his senses and rushed forward in a hurry: "Prince!"

"Miss Yue'er, what's going on? Why, why did you suddenly vomit blood? This, this..." Panic paled.

Xihe paced over unhurriedly: "Well, the blood is vomited out, and the next step is to recuperate."

In view of the fact that the prince was tossed hard, and he also needed to wake up as soon as possible to stabilize the situation in the court, Xi Hequan used the medicine of tiger and wolf, which made him respond in just three days.

As for whether the body will leave any sequelae?

If it wasn't for her, he would have died this time. It's better to be weaker than to die completely.

Xihe left a prescription for recuperation, but Xiao Wu didn't understand it, and was so excited that he muttered "Miss Yue'er, you are simply a miracle doctor alive" and so on, and then sent her home.

In the past few days, Xihe has been busy working at night, sleeping during the day, and his work and rest are reversed day and night.

Mr. Jiang was so angry that he wanted to drag her out, but seeing that she was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, and she could fall asleep even after eating, so she had no choice but to give up.

Xihe had a good rest.

After that, she rested for a few days and started to go out early and return late again.

Mr. Jiang:? ? ?

I can't control it anymore, I can't control it anymore, let it go.

On Song Mo's side, after the initial cultivation of his legs, he finally reached the stage of formal treatment, so Xihe went to treat his legs every day, eat and drink, and inquire about news.

"The prince has woken up, and his body is gradually recovering."

"oh."

"Your Majesty delivered a decree, ordering him to return to the palace as soon as possible to manage the affairs of state. The ministers all came forward to request His Majesty to give the prince some time to recuperate... Another batch of broken porcelain was cleared out of the palace yesterday."

Xihe: "..."

The hand that twisted the sweet-scented osmanthus cake stopped, speechless.

This emperor is also a strange thing. In the past, when the crown prince was in good health, he was guarded against everything. He was not allowed to participate in politics. He was reluctant to give him a little thing to do until the officials couldn't stand it. But now that his body needs to be recuperated, he began to delegate power. up.

This operation is clearly intended to exhaust the prince.

Xihe recalled the accusations made by the original owner in her previous life, and asked, "Apart from the former dynasty, what about the harem? Is there any news?"

Let's bring out a demon concubine who will harm the country earlier, just to distract the emperor's attention.

In the previous life, when the original owner entered the palace, the prince had already died, and the new prince was still a child with no sense of existence. The other princes regarded each other as enemies and fought fiercely. There are gangs and chaos.

Some ministers who serve the country and the people are either still struggling or resigned early.

In the end, those who struggled hard either died in the struggle between the princes, or were instigated by the original owner and sent to prison for various crimes. Only those courtiers who retired early ended up with a slightly better end.

But the mountains and rivers are broken, how good can it be?

Xihe pondered, if it's really not possible, he might as well get rid of the emperor with a bowl of medicine, why bother... huh? Why didn't she think of it before?

Xihe's eyes lit up.

Song Mo: "...you, what are you doing looking at me like that?"

Xihe looked around, pulled the chair forward, and whispered: "Say, how about we just kill him?"

Song Mo: "..."

Looking into her shining eyes, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only sigh, this girl is real and bold!

However, the more Xihe thought about it, the more feasible it became.

Anyway, there is already a prince, and the emperor can directly succeed to the throne when he dies, so what can he do then?

Cracking down on corrupt officials and establishing new regulations will put ministers who do practical things for the country in an important position, and finally train the army to fight against the enemy... being knocked on the head by a book.

Song Mo directly interrupted her unrestrained imagination: "No way!"

Xihe covered her head, not convinced: "Why not?"

Song Mo glanced at her, helplessly: "Your Majesty is surrounded by strict guards, and his every move is watched by his servants. It is not easy to attack, and his sudden death will inevitably cause an uproar, which is not good for the current situation."

More importantly, isn't she afraid of being liquidated by the prince?

No lord would like to see a person around him who would kill him at any time, even if he rescued the prince, he would act in secret, so he must ensure that he would not bring trouble to the Song family.

Xihe felt that he was timid: "What's the disadvantage?"

"It wasn't like this when the first emperor was alive. The world was clear and bright, the sea and rivers were clear, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and all the officials were dedicated to serving the people. Look at the present!"

"Officials form cliques for personal gain, folks sell their sons and daughters everywhere, the people are in dire straits, and the emperor is still doing a lot of construction work, building palaces everywhere. According to this situation, where will the food and weapons come from when the war starts? Are the soldiers going to fight on an empty stomach? I think it's just right for him to die. .”

Song Mo hit the nail on the head: "You are worried about Song Yu."

Xihe was instantly stuck.