The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 426: Sneak to Xiwei Palace
Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty Sixth Chapter Secretly Going to Xiwei Palace
Zi An said: "I know, but if the emperor recovers, our predicament will be solved, and then you can also take the burden."
If the emperor is still there, neither the crown prince nor the king of Nanhuai will be a threat. Even if the king of Nanhuai is relentless, that one is the real dragon emperor, who has been on the throne for many years, and all officials return to their hearts, and the name of Murong Jie is not right. Different.
What if he doesn't give up?
Also, the emperor recovers and takes power, so King Nan Huai can only return to the southern kingdom, at least for three to five years without any trouble, she has three or five years, and she must be able to solve the poison .
Murong Jie still disapproved. He was not afraid of anyone gossiping or accusing anyone, but he couldn't let Zi An fall into such a vortex.
"Murong, let me enter the palace. At least, let me see his condition. If I'm sure, I will ask to enter the palace for treatment. If not, I will give up." Zi An begged.
Murong Jie asked: "Okay, how much do you know about ghost face sores?"
Zi An shook his head, "According to my understanding, ghost face sore is a disease that I have been exposed to before, but I don't know if it is. As for you said that he has a small face on his arm, I have to ask if it was a disease before. Yes, but you just didn't know it."
"That little face is a ghost face sore. With a ghost face sore, the body has erythema and a little ghost face." This is what the imperial doctor said to Murong Jie. Murong Jie didn't understand the pathology, so he could only recite it. Doctor's words.
"Do you have the case data of the previous Ming Emperor? I want to see it." Zian asked.
"Yes, there are many documents from previous dynasties in the study. They are all recorded by historians. They are not true, but they should be comprehensive."
Most of the records recorded by the historians are things that the imperial court ordered to record, but there are also some honest ones that the historians will write separately and pass on.
I only hope that the historian who recorded this wrote it with the correct historical attitude.
The two returned to the study and found out the history of Emperor Ming.
On the last page, it is written that Emperor Ming had red spots on his face, and a small face grew on his abdomen. The small face had complete eyes, mouth and nose, no ears, and his mouth would open, like a little devil.
"It's not on the ears, it's on the abdomen." Zi An said.
Murong Jie leaned over and looked at it, "Oh, folklore grows next to the ears."
"Apart from these, are there any records about ghost face sores?"
"I asked the imperial doctor and the Huimin Office, and they said no, but there are women with erythema, but those women with erythema have no ghost faces." Murong Jie said.
Zi An was silent for a while, and then he looked at Emperor Ming's medical history again and again. There are not many records here. Emperor Ming did not die of this disease, but was killed by someone.
"Murong, I still insist on entering the palace to have a look." Zi'an pleaded again.
Seeing her firm attitude, Murong Jie knew that she couldn't shake her thoughts, so he said: "Okay, since you want to go, then go tonight, don't disturb the queen, but you have to dress up and pretend to be the king's side. Little servant, don't let anyone know that you went in."
"Okay!" Zi An agreed.
Murong Jie asked Ni Rong to fetch a set of the servant's clothes, Zian put them on, and smeared his face with coal, lightly smearing it, and suddenly he lost the look of a daughter.
The two entered the palace, and Murong Jie let Zian go in with his head lowered and a box of ginseng in his hands.
In the past, Murong Jie never brought anyone in, so the Xiwei Palace guards ignored him, but now that he brought people in, the guards stopped him.
Murong Jie sternly said: "Go away, even the people of this king dare to stop me?"
The Imperial Army said respectfully, "My lord, the emperor has an order that no outsiders are allowed to enter. The lord has obtained the emperor's will to enter, but he cannot bring anyone in."
Murong Jie said indifferently: "Then why does the king insist on taking it?"
The Imperial Army was a little embarrassed, "This..."
The people guarding this Xiwei Palace are all trusted people around the emperor, and they all understand in their hearts that once the emperor dies, they will all be buried.
But if the Prince Regent is offended, perhaps he will lose his life before the Emperor dies.
It is now clear who is Zhuang and who is idle.
The Imperial Army retreated silently, "Your Highness, please!"
Murong Jie took Zi'an in, and there was no obstruction all the way into the hall.
When entering the dormitory, Eunuch Bao and Eunuch Lu stepped forward and looked at Murong Jie in amazement, "Your Highness, how can you bring someone in?"
Murong Jie said: "It's okay, he is a trusted person around this king, how is the emperor?"
Gonggong Lu sighed with a sad look on his face, "It's not very good, it's much more serious than before."
Murong Jie hummed, then turned to Zian and said, "Give the things to Duke Lu."
Zi An responded and handed it up.
Murong Jie said: "This is a thousand-year-old ginseng, you can stew it for the emperor to drink."
Gonggong Lu took it, and when he saw Zian's hand, he was slightly startled. When he wanted to see Zian's face again, Zian had already lowered his head.
Emperor Lu knew what to do, and said to Eunuch Bao: "Let's go out, let the prince and the emperor stay for a while."
Eunuch Bao also understood clearly and said, "Okay!"
Murong Jie asked the imperial doctor to withdraw, leaving only him and Zi'an in the hall.
Murong Jie stepped forward and opened the curtain, Zian approached, and saw that the emperor was asleep, there were many red spots on his face, some parts were scaly, dry, the spots were very clear, and the raised parts were scary. Because of these red spots, it was almost impossible to see his original appearance.
"You pull up his arm and let me see." Zian said softly.
Murong Jie stepped forward cautiously, pulled out the emperor's hand from the quilt, and rolled it all the way up to the arm.
There is a small face on the arm, no hair, the size of a tea cup, protruding, blood vessels can be seen on the forehead of the small face, one eye is big and the other is small, the nose is crooked, and the mouth Small, like a small hole.
Zi An took out the needle and wanted to walk over to stab her, but Murong Jie stopped her and shook her head at her.
Zi An knew he was afraid the emperor would wake up, so he had to give up.
The emperor's breathing is very weak, and now I don't know whether he is in a coma or asleep. I occasionally see him move, but he doesn't open his eyes.
Zi An saw a notebook on the table, thinking that it should be the emperor's case, so he picked it up and read it.
It is indeed a case, remembering the emperor's daily condition, the emperor has symptoms of fever, joint pain, joint swelling, muscle pain, and looking at the erythema on the emperor's face, Zi'an's initial diagnosis is lupus erythematosus.
But there are also several types of lupus erythematosus, and it is temporarily impossible to tell which one is.
If it is systemic lupus erythematosus, it will be more difficult, it is the most serious one, and it will endanger the internal organs of the body, such as pericarditis, dyspnea, nephrotic syndrome, etc.
In ancient times, lupus erythematosus was a terminal illness with almost no cure.
In modern times there is no cure, only control.
"Let's go!" Murong Jie urged.
Zi An put down the case, "Okay!"
She turned her head and took another look at the current emperor. In modern times, watching movies and watching TV, the image of the emperor is extremely majestic.
Because he was Murong Jie's eldest brother, and knowing that Murong Jie always respected him, Zi An couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable seeing him lying there lifelessly waiting to die.