Hu Yuan was taken outside Gyeongbokgung Palace by Chen Lin. The expressions of his former colleagues standing at the foot of the steps varied. Some were lucky and unlucky, some were sympathetic and helpless, and some had nothing to do with him.

It seemed that they all knew that Guan Jia's condition had reached the point where there was no cure. Hu Yuan took a deep breath, his heart filled with helplessness and regret.

Once upon a time, high-spirited officials even told themselves that they would be put to good use.

But now, even going to court is a luxury for him.

Chen Lin raised her hand in vain, and Hu Yuan walked forward. There was only one person in the entire Gyeongbokgung Palace, Zhao Heng, the current ruler of the Song Dynasty, the ruler lying on the bed dying.

Holding the medicine box in his hand tightly, Hu Yuan lamented in his heart that there was really no other way to go this time.

Since Xia Wuji threw a medicine bag to save Emperor Qin from Jing Ke's sword, all imperial doctors can bring medicine boxes to the audience. Imperial doctors are the personal doctors of the royal family, but there are countless people alive, and their superb medical skills are sometimes not as good as one

The Taoist priest who pretends to be a god!

It's simply ridiculous!

As he got closer, looking at the official who was lying on the hospital bed with dark bags under his eyes and still trembling slightly in the dog days of summer, Hu Yuan couldn't help but have red circles in his eyes, complaining in his heart about why he didn't listen to his own advice back then?,!

A shadow blocked the sunlight, and Zhao Heng came back to his senses. Looking at Hu Yuan in front of him, Zhao Heng smiled miserably: "You blame me?"

"Hu Yuan didn't dare! It's just that his heart felt like needles pricking him like a knife twisting, because the emperor was the emperor of the Song Dynasty. Hu Yuan still remembers the grand occasion of Xianping that year!"

Zhao Heng waved his hand weakly: "Don't mention that, just show it to me."

Hu Yuan knelt down beside the hospital bed and rubbed his hands vigorously. Zhao Heng was deeply poisoned and his body was extremely cold.

After rubbing his palms together to feel warm, he felt the official's pulse with his hands.

Zhao Heng looked at the meticulous Hu Yuan and said, "It was my order that you were demoted to the Tibetan Medicine Institute. You know the reason! You have been... very good for so many years."

Hu Yuan's body stiffened and then he recovered: "Hu Yuan knows that the official loves his son very much. But why do you..."

"What is my purpose? Haha, you don't know, you don't know... I just want to ask God to lend me a few more years of life! I want to protect Yi'er and grow up! Who knows... you have a good plan for peace?"

Hu Yuan pondered for a long time: "Officials have been taking elixirs for a long time, and now a large amount of cinnabar, lead, mercury and other poisons have been deposited in the body, which have penetrated the texture and penetrated into the bone marrow. Wen Chen..."

Zhao Heng's reaction was beyond his expectation: "Well, it seems that the weather is not holidaying, so just tell me how to extend my life."

Hu Yuan nodded, as long as the officials are willing to actively cooperate with the treatment. Although he cannot fully recover, he should be much better.

He took out a prescription from the medicine box and said, "I have actually prescribed a prescription for the official's illness a long time ago, and now it can finally be put to use, with just a few modifications."

Hu Yuan said to Chen Lin at the door: "Chen Douzhi, please send someone to take the prescription to the Royal Medicine Institute and order someone to take the medicine."

Chen Lin looked at the prescription and said: "Smilax 15-30 yuan, red ginseng 10-15 yuan, Panax notoginseng 3-12 yuan, Shiwei 15-20 yuan, hawthorn charcoal 20-30 yuan, Plantago 15-20 yuan

money."

Hu Yuan nodded and said: "That's right."

Chen Lin turned around and handed the prescription to the waiter at the door, while Chen Tong trotted towards the Imperial Medicine Hospital.

Hu Yuan explained some precautions to Xiao Huangmen, who was dedicated to serving the officials, and was about to leave. Zhao Heng suddenly said: "Be optimistic about the prince, his body is more important than anyone else! If you make any omissions, I will do it even when I get to the underworld."

Punish you for your sins!”

"Don't worry, officials, I will definitely keep the prince safe!"

Chen Lin looked at Hu Yuan leaving and sighed in her heart. It was he who, under the secret orders of the officials, arranged for Hu Yuan to go to the Tibetan Medicine Hospital to secretly protect the prince. Hu Yuan's life experience was extremely special. He was different from other imperial doctors.

He is a master of equipment!

The so-called "bringing imperial equipment" specifically refers to the relatives of the Imperial City Department, who are personal servants in front of the imperial family and guards in Zhoulu. They are sent to serve in the army abroad, and the "job title" they carry is an honorary title, which "covers the status of being imprisoned and imprisoned".

Name is the most important thing in the military."

The official family is assigning their trusted ministers to the prince. There are less than twenty people with royal equipment, but they are all very skilled.

Even the queen does not have a bodyguard with royal weapons.

Chen Lin looked at the officials who were staring blankly at the caisson and didn't know what to say. Now that they had begun to hand over the rights in their hands, did the officials want the Zen position?

"Isn't what I did a little bit beyond your expectation?"

"The old slave wants to tell the official about the prince's affairs." Chen Lin brought the soup to the official and handed it to Zhao Heng's mouth with a spoon: "The old slave has already tasted it. It's just right, lukewarm or not hot."

Zhao Heng smiled and said: "What are you worried about at this time? I have secretly ordered the Imperial City Department to screen the banned items."

"The old slave at the prince's place has also made arrangements. Nothing will go wrong. The prince is looking for Hu Yuan first today, and the old slave happened to meet him."

Zhao Heng's eyes flashed: "What is he looking for Hu Yuan for?"

"Hu Yuan said that the prince heard the old slave mention the old affairs of the official family before, so he kindly asked him to come to the palace to see you."

Zhao Heng smiled and said, "Did the prince say this or did Hu Yuan say it?"

"Both of them."

"The prince's heart is pure and benevolent. If he inherits the throne, he will only be able to maintain the status quo and not make progress enough. However, giving the Song Dynasty a governance is worthy of his ancestors. Chen Lin has told me that the prince will enter Zishan Hall to study from now on.

Observe the government! Ren Song Shou also praised and read, Lu Zongdao also taught Yishan, Zhang Huaizheng also taught directly!"

Chen Lin wrote Zhao Heng's prefix on yellow paper, handed it to the young eunuch at the side, and sent it to Zhongshu Province to draft the imperial edict.

Looking at the little chambermaid walking away, Chen Lin smiled. This is what the two ministers want to see most, right? Oh, except for Ding Wei and his group!

"Should Yan Shu, the official prince's companion, be allowed to enter the East Palace? Now only Cai Boyi has been accompanying the prince."

"Well, Yan Shu is young and mature, while Cai Boqi is lively and lively. They complement each other, that's right."

Zhao Heng was very concerned about his son's education. It can be seen from the teacher he chose for Zhao Zhen that Lu Zongdao was a famous remonstrator, known as "Fish Head Participation in Politics", and it was most appropriate for him to advise Zhao Zhen. Song Shou's calligraphy was strict and

Rigorous in his studies, Zhang Huaizheng was knowledgeable and humorous, and often made people think with his laughter.

I'm afraid no one can find fault with such an arrangement. The official family is the official family. After so many years of selecting talents, strategizing and court affairs, the skillful methods have been deeply ingrained in the bones.

At this time, Zhao Zhen and the others were in full swing in the backyard of the East Palace, and they were full of arrogance. As mentally mature children, their fun had long gone beyond childishness, and they could not return to the innocence of children.

"If you dare to play stud, I will beat you up!" The little fat man threatened with his fleshy fists while saying disrespectful words. If Chen Lin heard this, he would have to shed his skin even if he died.

Zhao Zhen rolled up his long sleeves in dissatisfaction, revealing his delicate little arms and said: "Shout! It's exciting, isn't it?! I just stud, what can you do to me? If you want to play, play big and exciting!"

A shameless smile spread from the corner of the little fat man's mouth: "I'm just waiting for you to do the stud! Lao Zhao pay for it! Give it to the audience ~ Fullhouse! Ah haha~! You don't follow the beautiful and smart princess, no?

I said you, Lao Zhao, are too impatient!"

The so-called Fullhouse is three identical cards plus a pair, also known as a full house. This is a rare good card in stud. It is not like a straight or a flush like in the movie...

"I didn't expect you kid to steal chickens! You're so cruel!" Zhao Zhen threw down his three and two pairs in frustration. He only lost one pair.

Wang Yuyan smiled and said: "Someone's luck is not very good today!"

"I just don't want to win too much against them. Didn't you see the couple? If I win too much, I won't be able to go out sideways."

Now Zhao Miaoyuan decided not to do it anymore: "Who is married to him? If you keep talking nonsense, be careful and I will knock out your teeth!"

Zhao Zhen curled his lips. A blind man could see the little moves the two made just now! Now they have turned against each other and refused to admit it.

When he saw Wang Yuyan snoring, Zhao Zhen was furious. What kind of attitude is this? Do you despise this prince?!

"Come again! I don't believe it!"

In the following card games, the little fat man and the princess kept losing money. Whenever they had good cards, Zhao Zhen could always find out the situation and decisively abandon the cards, but when he wanted to cheat with a bad hand, he was always seen through.

Wang Yuyan looked at Zhao Zhen in surprise: "How do you know whether they have good cards or bad cards?"

Zhao Zhen's little face was raised to the sky at a 45-degree angle, and a breeze blew by: "I am the God of Gamblers!"

"Ugh~"...
Chapter completed!