His Royal Highness the First Prince of Daliang

Meng Baifan's face was blank.She held up the poison formula that had been interrogated overnight and delivered to her, still stained with dust and blood, she didn't dare to look up into Concubine Zhao's eyes, and shook her head with sobs.

Qi Changfeng was dumbfounded when the incident happened.Fortunately, his first reaction was right, he pressed the little prince to induce vomiting, and then he hugged him all the way and called for the imperial doctor.In addition, Kang Ning has been soaked in medicine jars all year round since he was a child. Although it is hard work, it has a little more distressing benefit than ordinary people: his resistance to drugs and poisons is stronger than ordinary people.For example, if you suffer from the same occasional cold, others will almost recover after taking two doses of medicine. Firstly, your dose should be higher than others.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to survive this time at all.

But just like what Yang Han said before he died, from the drug maker caught overnight to all the doctors in the palace, none of them could come up with an antidote.

The little prince's life is now forcibly suspended by another old doctor who is very good at golden needles.However, the old doctor Guan also shook his head and said bluntly, although this method of sealing the five breaths of death can temporarily delay the speed at which the poison damages the internal organs of the little highness, it can only be delayed until dawn at most.

Meng Baifan was dug up by the palace servants from his boudoir in the backyard of the Meng family in the middle of the night.When she fell asleep at night, the night sky was still bright with stars, and when she was hurriedly awakened, the attendants rode their horses at night, the sky was already thundering, and within a short while, raindrops rained down on her head and face.When Meng Baifan stepped into the palace gate of Wangshu Palace, her whole body was drenched by the torrential rain.But at this moment, she couldn't care less about the rain on her body, she almost stumbled into the little prince's bedroom, and rushed forward to pinch Kang Ning's pulse without any gesture.

And then until Emperor Hui caught a group of people involved in the incident overnight, Wu Yiwei galloped to the outskirts of Beijing to catch the old woman who made the poison and tried out the formula of the poison. This thin piece of paper was circulated in the hands of the doctors. After that, it was returned to Meng Baifan's hands, but she had never heard of some of the strange poisons in it, let alone thought of an antidote.

"All, all poisons can be cured," Meng Baifan shook his head stubbornly, rare tears fell from her face, and wet the paper in her hand, "As long as I can find poisonous plants, as long as I can Repeated trials and comparisons, as long as you can find the place where it grows, as long as you have enough time, you will be able to discover the method of restraint and the key to mediation."

"But there is no time at all," Meng Baifan's dry throat was filled with suppressed crying, "Your Highness, he can't wait at all."

At that time, Emperor Hui was still in the Palace of Harmony, commanding the imperial guards to knock open the medical shops and medicine shops in the whole capital overnight, going door to door to ask if anyone knew the source of this strange poison, and searched for every medicine to be dispensed.

But even if most of the capital woke up to this earth-shattering noise, the sky still brightened up little by little amidst everyone's futile mourning.

Before dawn when the moon was getting darker and paler, Qi Changfeng walked in like a ghost.

This night was probably a moment he dreaded to recall for decades to come.From the warm and dreamy midsummer ambiguity at dusk, to the cold despair when the rain poured down at midnight, it was only the middle of the night, and his whole body was drenched, his face was ashen and terrifying, and his eyes were a trance-like emptiness.

I don't know what he did when he disappeared, half of Qi Changfeng's sleeve was covered with bright red blood, and a few drops splashed on the scar on his left sister.

When he spoke, his voice was that of a wandering spirit:

"In my hometown, it is said that there is such an evil method," Qi Changfeng looked at the pale little prince on the bed, but said to Meng Baifan, "As long as we can find another poison that can restrain sex, The two poisons can suppress each other in the human body, and there is a slight possibility of prolonging the life of the poisoned person."

"No!" Meng Baifan subconsciously refused to say, "Let's not say that the other poison can resist each other with Fairy Smile, how hopeless it is. Even if the general's method works—" She finally stopped the tears again It fell down, "Your Highness's body can't bear it at all. If the two kinds of poisons go on, his foundation will be completely destroyed."

"But there is no other way. There is no other way." Qi Changfeng's voice was cold and hard.His eyes were wandering, and he felt that a huge hole had opened in his heart.All the intense and warm emotions will fly away at this moment, leaving a cold body to stiffen and die in the early morning of midsummer.

He knew that his mouth was still opening and closing, but he couldn't hear the horrible tone when he spoke:

"I only want him to live." He stretched out his hand to the little prince on the bed under Zhao Guifei's horrified gaze, and then gently touched the little prince's tender forehead, "As long as he is still alive, as long as there is time—you say I will definitely find the same ones: the strain, the place of origin, and the antidote. He can... he can persevere, in fact, he has been very strong since he was a child."

At the break of dawn when the showers had just stopped and the sun was rising, Bitao brought a bowl of highly poisonous medicine forbidden by the inner court with tears in his eyes.Concubine Zhao Gui took it and held it in her hand, but she couldn't hold the spoon in her hand no matter what.She really would rather drink the poison in her hands at the moment.

But she still stubbornly held the soup bowl emitting a bitter smell, avoiding the hand that Emperor Hui extended to take over.

Zhao Yunqiao didn't even look at the emperor that night.She really hated him, and she hated herself equally, not even less than she hated Yang Han.She hated herself for being soft-hearted towards Yang Han three years ago--if she had known today, she would have killed that woman early even if she was fighting against the law and perishing together.

And another pair of young men's hands stretched out at this moment, taking the medicine bowl away from her without any refusal.

Concubine Zhao turned her head abruptly.It's Qi Changfeng.The eyes of this tall young general were bloodshot and his face was extremely ugly, but his hands never hesitated to tremble.

Concubine Zhao stood up in a daze and stepped aside.At that moment, there was an untimely realization in her heart.If she had noticed that the friendship between this young man and Kang Ning had taken on an unreasonable weight in normal times, she would definitely find a way to stop it.But at this moment, her flesh and blood were at the end of her life—she didn't care about anything, as long as Kang Ning could survive, she would find a way to help her child do whatever he wanted in the future.

Qi Changfeng took the bowl and sat down where Concubine Zhao had just been.In an instant, the expression on his face was very strange: there was some timidity, but there was also a hint of yearning - he turned his head to look at Bi Tao whose face was swollen from crying and asked:

"This bowl of poison, what's its name?"

Bitao's throat was choked, and he couldn't open his mouth at all.It was Meng Baifan who answered him: "It's called Yu Junfeng, and it's another wonderful poison formulated by the ghost doctor of the previous dynasty."

"En." Qi Changfeng didn't say anything more.

In the whole world, there is probably no second person who can understand what Qi Changfeng is feeling at this time.On the happiest days when Qi Changfeng reunited after a long absence of seven years, facing the gentle and bright morning sun in midsummer, Qi Changfeng took a bowl of highly poisonous medicine and fed it to him spoon by spoon. Among the most important and cherished people in this life.

In the midst of extreme grief, fear, great anxiety, and hope, Qi Changfeng even had the illusion that the viscera, flesh and blood in his body were gradually dying.A sense of desperation—even greater than the one he felt when he lost his parents—takes hold of his soul.If he still had the belief of avenging his parents and protecting southern Xinjiang back then, at this moment, he just wanted to keep a mouthful of the poison in this bowl for himself.

Yu Junfeng——he thought idly, what a good name.

Everyone anxiously waited for the little prince's reaction on the sickbed.Then, before Qi Changfeng put down the bowl, before he had half a cup of tea, the little prince, who had been breathing weakly all night and with his eyes closed, almost choked out a mouthful of blood, half of the luxurious bed curtain was splashed with bright blood.

And that's just the beginning.

Kang Ning struggled to the side of the bed in a drowsy state, mouthfuls of red blood mixed with shocking fine bits spilled out from his mouth and nose, the back of his upper body seemed to collapse completely, he trembled violently with almost no strength but could not stop, The blood gushing out and the ominous tiny fragments blocked his throat and nasal passages, and he was about to suffocate, his face was flushed, and the few vitality seemed to be flowing away with the blood gushing out of his body.

Concubine Zhao Guifei couldn't even utter a word, she just fell limp.

The servants and servants were crying and howling in the hall, mixed with the sounds of surprise and fear from the imperial physicians, and accompanied by the emperor's roar of pain.

And Qi Changfeng took a half step back when no one was paying attention, and picked up the half bowl of poison left on the table in a daze.

At that moment, it was Meng Baifan who leaned forward most calmly, grabbed Kang Ning's shoulders and helped him up forcefully. He first patted his acupuncture points and shoulder meridians, and then took the gold needle from the servant boy's hand and stuck it in the little prince's hands. , and then she supported him to lean back on the pillow, watching Kang Ning slowly calm down from the violent and terrifying reaction just now, so she felt the veins on his wrist again.

Everyone fell silent at some point, and many pairs of eyes in the hall were fixed on Meng Baifan.And she put her fingers on the little prince's wrist and listened for a long while, and finally lived up to everyone's expectations.

"It's working." Meng Baifan smiled, and tears fell down again, sinking into the lapels of her clothes that had been dried by body heat, "Your Majesty's visceral exhaustion has stopped—General Qi's method has really worked !"

"Let me see!" Another old doctor Guan rushed forward to listen to the pulse of the little prince, and then the old man turned around and shouted like a child: "It's true! What Xiaomeng said is true! God! Bless you! It's working! It's working!"

It seems that at that moment, the merciful God finally sent down the gospel of forgiveness, and the soul that whizzed away flew back to Qi Changfeng in an instant.

The body that had been frozen all night finally regained the sense of flesh and blood in the early morning of midsummer.Qi Changfeng released two fingers, and a porcelain bowl fell straight back on the table.