When a fool becomes a heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

"Master Guoshi is a distinguished guest."

Shi Jiji looked at Yin Huai's pale face, and said in a calm tone, "Your Majesty, you don't need to get up. I have been entrusted by the Queen Mother to enter the palace this time. Now that I have agreed, I will do my best."

"Then there will be Teacher Lao." After Yin Huai finished speaking, he coughed and panted a few times, and a sickly blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

Shi Jiji raised his eyes and looked at him quietly, his eyes seemed to have insight into everything, and his expression was compassionate.

Before leaving, Shi Jiji glanced at the incense burning in the censer, lowered his eyes, "It's better not to burn incense when the Holy One is sick."

Yin Huai didn't think much about it, so he ordered the palace servants to move the censer away, and the night was indeed much more peaceful, his throat was no longer dry and itchy, and he dreamed like a dream till dawn.

Among other things, Shi Jiji seemed to have some real skills, not some kind of trickster to fool people.

Shi Wuji lives in the side hall of Longluan Hall, not a few steps away from his master bedroom, so he can take care of his body at any time.

Since he moved in, the door of the side hall was closed all day long, and there was no need for palace servants to wait on him. All the guards at the door were the attendants of the Mirror Terrace wrapped in white robes.

The medicinal fragrance lingered in the side hall, Shi Wuji lowered his eyes slightly, and there was a square box in front of him.

The servant next to him had a complex expression, "My lord, are you really going to use Wu Dingcao on the Holy One..."

Wudingcao was carefully cultivated by the former national teacher, and it is the only one in the world. It is said that it can cure all diseases, and the medicine can cure all diseases.

Shi Wuji nodded slowly, "Your Majesty needs this right now, but the medicine is too effective, so you need to adjust your body slowly."

The god servant hesitated to speak, he didn't know why Shi had no chance to be asked to go down the mountain, because the previous national teachers of Mingjingtai almost never interfered in the affairs of the court.

After hesitating for a while, the servant still couldn't help asking, "Why did your lord save the Holy One?"

Shi Wuji closed the box and lowered his eyelashes, "He shouldn't die at this time."

The servant was startled.

Compassion appeared in Shi Wuji's shallow eyes, "He should die at an appropriate time."

The god attendant raised his head in surprise, then buried his head deeply as if realizing something.

"The little one knows."

……

After taking the medicine prescribed by Shi Jiji, Yin Huai's energy has improved for the past few days, so he took advantage of today's sunny day to go to the imperial garden to bask in the sun.

He flipped through the folders, and saw that they were trivial matters, and there was almost no chance for important matters to be delivered to him, so they were all sent to Ci'an Palace.

So he lost interest immediately, put down the booklet, squeezed a piece of grape and fed it into his mouth.

But it didn't take long before the quiet was disturbed, and someone came to inform Liu Ze to come to see him.

Immediately, a cyan figure appeared in the line of sight, I have to say that Liu Ze is indeed a glorious figure, looking at it makes people feel refreshed, like a spring breeze.

He stood still in front of Yin Huai, warm and moist as jade, clear and handsome, and cupped his hands.

"See Your Majesty."

"I heard that His Majesty is not feeling well, so I came here to visit. I hope His Majesty will take good care of the dragon's body."

Yin Huai was surprised that Liu Ze would actually care about him, one must know that it would not be surprising for him, the person who robbed him of the throne, to say that he wished to get rid of him soon.

"Ai Qing has a heart." Yin Huai squinted at him lazily, without energy.

Liu Ze smiled again and mentioned another matter. "I don't know if His Majesty will show up for the imperial examination in autumn this year."

Yin Huai secretly speculated that this was probably his purpose when he heard the words.

In previous years, most of the palace examinations happened when the original owner was ill, so the Queen Mother Regent did it for her, so everyone took it for granted and did not have any objections.

But why did he encourage himself this year? Could it be that he wanted to drive a wedge between him and the Empress Dowager Yin?

Yin Huai couldn't figure it out, so he casually picked up a topic and brushed it off.

Not a moment after returning to Longluan Palace, someone reported that the national teacher had delivered the medicine. Yin Huai frowned when he heard this, and Shi Jiji didn't know what kind of medicinal materials he used. .

As he thought about it, a snow-white figure appeared in his sight.

Today, he did not pass the medicine bowl in his hand to the palace man standing beside him as usual, it seemed that he intended to feed the medicine himself.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "My lord, today's medicine is a little different from usual, please bear with it."

Yin Huai wondered: "What's the difference?"

But when he drank it, he knew the difference.

Shi Jiji stood beside him, supported his limp neck with one hand, and poured the bowl into his mouth with the other hand.

It was indeed irrigation, because Yin Huai resisted very fiercely, and his expression was painful.

Seeing this, Chong Cang's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately stepped forward to interrupt the medicine feeding.

He was stopped by Ping Xi, who obviously knew something, and hurriedly said: "Master Guoshi will not harm His Majesty, don't be impulsive."

Because his body was almost out of his control, Yin Huai couldn't control his swallowing, and kept spitting out the medicine. Shi Jiji gently pinched his chin, and because of the close distance, his black hair poured down, and the strands of their hair entangled together.

"My lord, please bear with me."

When the medicine bowl finally bottomed out, Shi Jiji finally opened Yin Huai, and the moment he let go, Yin Huai immediately collapsed on the bed.

He was obviously in a semi-comatose and semi-conscious state again, with his eyes closed and his complexion slightly pale.

Seeing this, Shi Jiji frowned slightly, although it was only for a short moment, as if a stone statue finally had some human emotions.

He didn't expect Yin Huai's body to be so weak. In order to survive the effects of Wuding Herbal Medicine, he specially adjusted his body for a period of time, but he didn't expect that the effects of the medicine were still too strong for him to bear.

"This...Master National Teacher, this...this will not cause anything..." Seeing Yin Huai like this, Pingxi was at a loss and looked flustered.

Chong Cang had already stepped forward to support Yin Huai the moment he collapsed powerlessly, and stared at Shi Jiji coldly, with undisguised hostility in his eyes.

"No problem, there will be no danger of life." Shi Wuji explained with a calm tone, "But it should be a bit difficult these few days. After getting through this disease, he will be cured. Together with his congenital deficiencies, he will be no different from ordinary people from now on."

After taking the medicine, Yin Huaiguo unexpectedly developed a high fever for several days, the medicine stone was useless, and he wandered around the gate of ghosts several times, Chong Cang stood by him in confusion and waited on him.

The news of Yin Huai's serious illness spread quickly. He was already weak and sick, but this time his cough got worse, and the medicine and stones were useless. It's even more serious. It's been rumored in private that he might be in danger this time.

In the warm pavilion of the Wangfu, Yin Yubei leaned lazily on the window-side slum, with a black coat loosely draped over his shoulders, casually flipping through the book in his hand, listening to his subordinates' reports.

"Fangge's old man sent news that his daughter has arrived in Hengzhou."

Yin Yubei didn't raise his eyelids, and said indifferently, "Keep an eye on her."

"Master is afraid..."

He slowly turned a page in his hand, "It is impossible for Liu Ze to believe that she committed suicide so easily."

"...How did the master convince Mr. Fang Ge?"

You must know that Mr. Fang Ge has always had a good impression of Liu Ze, and he wished to marry his daughter to him.

"Old Fang Ge is a smart man, he knows everything, Liu Ze has unfathomable scheming, even Fang Ge has not discovered his true face.

But after all, he is a veteran of the three dynasties, and he has no skills and will not be able to get along under the kings of generations. Confucian scholars also respect him, and his students are full of peaches and plums. No wonder the Empress Dowager Yin thinks highly of him.

Yin Yubei said nonchalantly: "It's just that I didn't expect Fang Chenhe to do such a terrific thing."

I thought at most it was just running away from marriage or elopement, but I never thought that she would come up with such a trick.

Now Fang Shen He should have lived together with his lover in Hengzhou.

At this moment, Jiang Bo came in from the outside, with a complicated expression on his face, and said: "The one in the palace seems to be a little bit bad."

Yin Yubei paused slightly as he turned the pages with his hands, his tone could not detect any emotion.

"go on."

Jiang Bo paused, looked at Yin Yubei's face and continued, "...It is said that he has been ill for several days, and the people in the imperial hospital said that the situation is not good."

Yin Yubei raised his head suddenly when he heard the words, frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sick?"

"Yes, this time even the Master of the National Teacher was invited. These days, the Imperial Hospital is brightly lit, and I am in a state of anxiety. Because the Emperor has not woken up, the Empress Dowager prayed to God and worshiped Buddha all night, but it was still useless."

What he said was very euphemistic, but the truth is that someone from the Tai Hospital has already been preparing for the funeral overnight.

Yin Yubei didn't make a sound, and lowered his head slightly, unable to see his expression clearly, and didn't know where his eyes fell.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head, his tone could not hear any emotion, "Is there anything else?"

"...No more, the slave will leave."

After the people left, Yin Yubei threw away the book in his hand and looked out the window, which was in the direction of the palace.