The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

"Can't!"

He Yue was very emotional.

Chu Yizhao was puzzled. He, the murderer, was not excited at all, so why was she so excited?

The mistress was poisoned, but she didn't inform her own children, nor did she wait for the master of the mansion to come back to solve the problem. From what I can see, He Yue wanted to rely on her...

He Yue seemed to have thought of something horrible and her face suddenly turned pale.

What could have happened to scare a maid who had been pampered for decades into this state?

Yesterday she came back and checked the books left by her master and found something different.

In fact, the poison should be derived from the zero lotus grass.

The lotus is delicate, and the place where it grows should be comfortable, the environment in which it is used should be comfortable, and the environment in which it is absorbed should be comfortable.

In short, a lot of shit.

Even more difficult to serve than Meng Yang.

If it is not happy, it will start mixing with other herbs, which will produce toxicity.

Zhao Shuzhen's kidney meridian was damaged and his body was weak. Chu Yingxue had no idea what random things she had eaten, and Zhao Shuzhen inhaled them. The poison went straight to her brain, making her confused and talking nonsense.

The few provocative words he said before leaving turned out to be prophecy.

Justice is clear...

He Yue suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of resentment and sadness.

"Miss, that's your mother... She was poisoned, why... Why don't you care at all..."

She looked at Chu Yizhao in confusion as she sat quietly in the chair with a calm face. She really didn't look like a daughter who had learned that her mother was seriously ill.

He Yue's suspicion grew stronger. Chu Yizhao's expression made her think of the answer unconsciously. Could it be that the young lady already knew it? !

Her voice trembled a little. "Miss, your wife raised you with great difficulty. She taught you the first word you wrote. When you were sick and bedridden, she stayed by your side to take care of you without taking off her clothes and staying awake all night. You can't treat her like this..."

He Yue now looks like a person who is about to fall off a cliff, clinging tightly to her straw rope.

Chu Yizhao gradually came to her senses. Did this man come to her today to ask her for secret treatment?

Can she be more trustworthy than the imperial physician?

But since Zhao Shuzhen gave her this opportunity, she had to send her precious daughter to accompany her.

Chu Yizhao stepped forward to help He Yue up and said softly

"Aunt Heyue, I will always remember all the kindness my mother has shown me."

"It's just that, Auntie, I'm really worried about my current status. This is all I know.

Don't come to me anymore..."

In July, He Yue felt cold all over. She held the pair of soft hands and said, "Miss, He Yue watched you grow up. Tell me honestly whether it is really related to the one in Tingxueyuan..."

Chu Yizhao reached out his hand to help her tuck the hair around her ears, his eyes deep,

"Aunt, have you forgotten the advice I gave to mother before I left?"

He Yue had a blank look in his eyes for a long while. He bowed and left with heavy steps.

Chu Yizhao watched He Yue's shadow disappear at the gate of the yard, his eyes moving.

She didn't think Zhao Shuzhen could be saved, did she? Chu Yizhao wanted to laugh, and then he laughed out loud. The silver bell-like laughter fell into the sunlight and soon melted away...

Zhao Shuzhen hadn't come to see her in the past two days, and neither had Chu Yingxue. Song Qichuan told Chu Yizhao that they were all eating by the Yuting Lake.

This guy's words are really rough...

Two days later, the emperor's procession finally returned to Shangjing City, where officials bowed to welcome them and the people knelt down.

Logically speaking, since Chu Huai and Chu Yunyu had gone such a long way, the wife of the Marquis should have greeted them in the front hall. However, when the father and son returned home, the front hall was empty.

The two were stunned for a moment, as if they had not expected such a cold reception.

Butler Qin served two cups of tea. Chu Huai put down his official hat. He was really tired from the dusty journey.

"Where's the Madam?"

"Madam caught a cold a few days ago and is still lying down," Qin Chun said

Chu Yunyu frowned. "Mother is sick? Where's Zhao'er?"

"Miss originally wanted to wait for the Marquis and the Young Master to come back, but someone from Prince Liang's Mansion said that the Crown Prince was ill, so Miss asked him to go and see him."

Chu Yunyu put the teacup heavily on the table. "How can a man and a woman be alone together?"

"Eh?" Chu Huai said in disapproval, his face gentle and warm, "In the eyes of doctors, there is no distinction between men and women. Zhao'er is still young, how can he understand those things?"

He turned around and told Qin Chun, "Call the guards who escorted the young lady that day to my study."

"Yes"

Chu Huai went to the study, and the moment he closed the door, his gentle expression seemed to be shattered into pieces as if it had been hit by a car.

He threw his officer's hat to the ground fiercely, his eyes were red, and his calm face was violently distorted with anger.

"Evil daughter... evil daughter... evil daughter"

"Lord, Chu Qi and the others are here."

Chu Huai picked up the wrinkled hat from the ground. It was stained with dust. He patted it gently. There was a bloodthirsty look in his eyes, but his voice was still gentle...

"Let them in..."

When Chu Yizhao saw Wei Xingche again, he looked much better. He was leaning on a bench wearing a loose light-colored robe, with a gentle look on his face. He looked more like a scholar than a general.

The fifty-year-old Zero Lotus Grass has few side effects, but it is still necessary to be on guard. Chu Yizhao does not want to cause any trouble before he is completely cured.

She pondered for two days and wrote hundreds of little enemies of Lingliancao and sent them to King Liang.

"Miss Amin, how are you these days?"

Her slender fingers rested on the man's brown wrist.

"pretty good"

Chu Yizhao retracted his hand. "It takes time for the injury to heal. What you need to do is to rest. Don't overwork yourself or get upset. Otherwise, it will be harmful..."

"It will shorten your lifespan," Wei Xingche replied helplessly, "You've been nagging me for several times."

"Whether you talk more or less, the patient must listen."

"I'm obedient"

Chu Yizhao looked at him. His eyes were bright and lively, unlike the old eyes of Prince Liang. He probably inherited his late princess's eyes. He nodded calmly.

"Well, being obedient can help you live a long life."

Chu Yizhao wrote two recipes to replenish qi, benefit the body, and nourish the blood and flesh.

"Moderate and steady, good handwriting." Wei Xingche stood behind her and praised her. "I didn't expect that a girl like you could write in Zhao style."

"I didn't expect that you, a soldier, could recognize Zhao Ti," Chu Yizhao retorted calmly.

Wei Xingche was stunned, and said in a weird tone, "I don't mean anything else."

“I just think your writing is good.”

"My Lord, take good care of your injuries."

Chu Yizhao finished writing and turned to leave.

Wei Xingche watched her back and asked Chang Nian beside him, "Is your master so fickle?"

Chang Nian didn't understand what he said.

"Fickle? How could that be? Hasn't the master always been like this?"

Gentle and virtuous, wise and brave.

No...No

That night she was in tears, looking so weak and pitiful, and she begged him to make the decision for her.

Why do his eyes look so strange today, as if he doesn’t know him.

Chu Yizhao had just walked out of the Chuihua Gate and had not yet spoken a few words to Huaichun when Prince Liang appeared.

The fat uncle stood aside kindly without saying a word, and Huaichun wisely left.

Prince Liang said cheerfully, "Why are you leaving? You and your servant haven't seen each other for a few days. Why don't you chat more?"

Who dares to let you, a great Buddha, wait...

Chu Yizhao bowed slightly and said, "It's nothing important. Thank you, Your Majesty, for taking care of the servants for my daughter."

"Oh, no way. You saved my two children. I am willing to be your servant."

Prince Liang also has bright eyes, but not as beautiful as Wei Xingche’s. He really takes after the princess.

"Your Majesty, you have wronged my little girl."

"I'm not joking," Prince Liang said solemnly, "The imperial physician has come to see Che'er, and his injuries are extremely serious. If it weren't for that pill, he would have died long ago."

As Prince Liang was about to wipe away his tears, his daughter's life was worse than death, his son was almost gone, and with so many scars, he was still afraid in his dreams at midnight...

Chu Yizhao raised the corners of his mouth like a puppet.

"My father wants to talk to me about something"

After saying that, he fled from the Chuihua Gate.