Forced into a substitute marriage? The concubine’s unparalleled medical skills amaze the world

His breathing was weak, and his mouth and nose were covered in blood.

It was completely different from the arrogant and proud look he had before.

If he hadn't been valuable, he would have been a corpse at this time.

An Yi held his wrist and moved it for a while, then slowly said: "I wonder if your country is willing to exchange those ten thousand taels of gold for you."

"Hello General."

Hu Li raised his eyelids with difficulty and looked at An Yi, his eyes were full of fear.

In the past few days, he had tried almost all of Da Zhou's punishments.

It was really terrible, not because of how hard his Huli bones were.

But the devil-like person in front of him refused to let him die at all.

After being punished, when he thought he was about to be liberated, someone immediately sent him precious medicinal materials to kill him every day.

These Zhou people were so strange that they would spend a lot of money just to torture him.

Although Huli thought so, he still wanted to die.

But they didn't even give him the power to die.

Afraid that he would bite his tongue and commit suicide, he removed his jaw.

With his limbs fixed, he truly understood what it means to live and not to die.

Hu Li would always think that it would be a great blessing if he could die.

Now the letter has been sent to Wu Rong Kingdom.

Huli felt a little more hopeful.

He is the king's confidant.

The king would definitely not leave him alone. When he came, the king once told him that his power was unique among the king.

Although the ten thousand taels of gold was a lot, Huli felt that the king would not give up on him.

Huli raised his eyes to look at An An. His chin was removed and he couldn't speak complete words.

Can only utter syllables vaguely.

He wanted to say: "The king will definitely come to save me."

"When I see you torture me like this, I will definitely be furious."

"We'll see how you end it then."

But Huli was destined to be disappointed.

An Yi couldn't hear what he said clearly, and Wu Rong was already making a lot of noise there.

King Wu Rong has made up his mind.

It doesn't matter whether Huli is alive or not, but what if the person dies?

Then everything is solved?

At that time, the shit basin can still be detained in Da Zhou. Although Da Zhou may not mind, at least he will not be in a dilemma in Wu Rong.

If that calling power was worth ten thousand taels of gold, he would naturally ask someone to rescue him.

But is the appeal from Da Zhou worth it?

It wasn't worth the effort when I was healthy, let alone now.

King Wu Rong's face showed sadness.

It's not his fault. He wanted to save her, but he was the king and he had to consider a lot.

Hu Li was not the only one, he thought Hu Li should be able to understand him.

A smile slowly appeared on King Wu Rong's face. As a minister, it was what he should do to share the worries of the king.

When he first cooperated with Zhou Zhaohe, King Wu Rong kept some people in the capital, but they were all inconspicuous and small roles.

The original purpose was to keep an eye on the movements in the capital to prevent being deceived by Zhou Zhaohe.

But he didn't expect to be deceived by Zhou Zhaohe.

But these people are now useful.

Somewhere in Dazhou, a homing pigeon landed in a small courtyard. It cooed twice and someone came out immediately.

An old woman came out. She looked around, and then muttered: "I'm finally willing to go home."

Then he took the pigeon into the house, and then took out the note from the pigeon's leg.

Looking at the words on it, the old woman's expression did not change much, and she placed the note next to the oil lamp and burned it to ashes.

Then he got up and went to the kitchen on one side to grab a handful of food and throw it to the pigeons.

In the evening, a short man carrying a basket walked in quickly with his head lowered.

As soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

He frowned, still not daring to look up. When he saw An Yi and the others, he whispered: "Sir, I'm here to deliver soup."

Today, Huli almost relies on ginseng soup to survive, and someone brings ginseng soup every day.

An nodded. As usual, the man put down the things and carefully took them out, feeding Huli little by little.

The force of the breath has become numb, allowing the man to feed it with a spoon.

His jaw has been dislocated, making it difficult to feed him soup, but the man's techniques are very skillful and rarely leaks out.

After the bowl of ginseng soup bottomed out, the man lowered his head, packed up his things, and left.

The man came out of the prison and ran towards a certain place.

In less than half a stick of incense, Huli's whole body twitched, and the attack happened very quickly, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose.

Huli died immediately before the doctor came.

An Du's face suddenly darkened. This was the Heavenly Prison of Da Zhou. Everyone died just like this. Those who did it were either Zhou Zhaohe's people or Wu Rong's people.

But he has been here all day today, and basically no one else can come into close contact with Huli.

Hu Li's current situation is even more unlikely to be caused by his own poisoning. If he had this ability, he would have committed suicide by taking poison long ago when he was tortured.

Thinking of taking poison, the word "take", an idea flashed in An Yi's mind.

Apart from him and his men, the only people who could come into contact with Huli today were the people who had brought the ginseng soup just now.

Naturally, it is impossible for the people around him. The person who is suspicious is the man who brought the soup.

An Yi was angry that he was so careless.

I feel that Zhou Zhaohe is no longer in the capital and it is impossible to take risks for a Huli.

And because the characteristics of the Wu Rong Kingdom are obvious, it is generally easy to recognize as a detailed work, so I didn't think about it, which led to Hu Li's death!

He took a deep breath and said with an ink expression: "Come here, catch the person who delivered the soup just now!"

The subordinate responded immediately and then left in a hurry.

But the man came back within half an hour.

When he came back, his face was a bit ugly, and he knelt down in front of An Yi: "My subordinate is a step too late."

An Yi looked cold: "Are you late? Did anyone escape?"

After he finished speaking, he heard his subordinate say: "No, someone died."

"Die in the moat."

"When my subordinates found him, he was already out of breath."

An Yi pinched his eyebrows and said, "I understand, I will go and apologize to the master right now!"

Huli was poisoned to death under his nose, and he must be blamed for his death.

After half a stick of incense, An Yi knelt in front of Zhou Jingxuan, not daring to express his anger.

He buried his head very low. He couldn't do such a small thing well. His master must be very disappointed with him.

After Zhou Jingxuan heard what An Yi had said, he was silent for a long time and then slowly said: "Search the whole city to find out all the Wu Rong lurking in the capital."

An Yi looked up and responded immediately.

He knelt on the ground, thought about it and asked: "Master, do you mean that the person who killed Hu Li was from the Wu Rong Kingdom?"

"But Huli is also from the Wu Rong Kingdom. How could they kill him?"

As for An Yi, he had been with Zhou Jingxuan for so many years, and he had never treated him as a servant. He never minded an extra explanation or two.