The Favoured Medical Princess: 636 wishes to die
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"Your Highness the Saint!"
Lorna blurted out in panic, and quickly stepped forward to hold the crumbling clothes.
"Your Highness the Saint, are you okay?" Lorna looked at Zhang Yi worriedly.
At this moment, Chen Yi had pulled off the veil on her face, and Lorna realized that her face was ashen, her forehead and hairline were covered with sweat, and her breathing was rapid and heavy...
Zhang Yi remained silent and propped one hand on the round table beside him. He felt a cold feeling crawling up from deep inside his body, as if he was being targeted by an evil spirit.
Zhengyi's slender body was trembling slightly. She tried hard to adjust her breathing, but it was of no use. Her breathing was getting heavier and faster...
Zhang Yi's heart sank.
She had long realized that something was wrong with her these past few days. Sometimes she would suddenly wake up in the middle of the night when she was dreaming, and then she would find that her body was soaked with sweat and her breathing was a little unsteady.
But during the day, there seemed to be nothing wrong either mentally or physically.
She originally thought it was because she was too tired on the road that she couldn't sleep well at night, but something was getting worse and worse these days.
When she was most uncomfortable, it was as if countless ants were eating her flesh and blood, and life was worse than death.
The fists holding the clothes were clenched tightly together, and the heartbeat was speeding up, as if it was echoing in the ears...
Bang! boom! boom!
Others may not know it, but she knows it best. This is clearly a reaction after taking Wuhe Cream. No, it should be said to be the "sequelae" caused by continuing to take Wuhe Cream.
A few years ago, when Wuhe ointment was first developed, His Highness Kuilang arranged for many death row prisoners and civilians to try out Wuhe ointment. The test lasted for nearly a year, and the result was that this Wuhe ointment is medicine, but it is also "poison". If taken only once, Wuhe ointment can relieve pain and relieve mood, and is helpful for many diseases.
However, once taken many times for a long time, the "sequelae" is enough to turn anyone into a human, a ghost or a ghost...
During that time, Zhui Yi participated in it from beginning to end. She watched with her own eyes how those people fell under the temptation of Wuhe ointment day by day, and saw with her own eyes how those people were in agony when drug addiction broke out...
In the end, in order to get more Wuhe anointing, those people can kill people and sell goods, sell their relatives and friends, and sell their own souls...
In the end, those skinny people with empty eyes could no longer be called human beings. They could only be described as puppets wearing human skin but without souls.
What is even more frightening is that she has never seen a person who can escape the control of Wuhe Gao with willpower, never...
The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and the more I thought about it, the more frightened I became.
Since then, she has been afraid of Wuhe ointment, and now she will not take the initiative to take it...
But why, why does she have such symptoms? !
Zheng Yi's face was getting worse and worse. She subconsciously clenched her fists and pinched her palms with sharp nails. The pain still didn't make her symptoms any better, but made her even more uncomfortable. At this time, Lorna said anxiously from the side: "Your Highness the Saint, can I have someone go find a doctor for you?"
"Don't go..."
Zhang Yi stopped her and was about to speak, but his eyes couldn't help but focus on the bundle in her hand.
She licked her lips subconsciously, and her dry lips and tongue made some desire in her heart become eager to try. A strange light flashed in her eyes, and she said weakly: "...Lorna, put your things away and step back first. I want to rest alone for a while."
"Your Highness the Saint..." Lorna looked at Cheng Yi worriedly and wanted to persuade him again, but she heard Cheng Yi say calmly, "I'll be fine after I sleep for a while."
Lorna hesitated for a moment, then put down her baggage and retreated, thinking that she would come back to see the saint later.
After Lorna left, Zhang Yi almost couldn't wait to untie one of the bundles. Inside was a wooden box. The box was heavy and contained several porcelain jars. Of course she knew what was inside. She hesitated for a moment, but the desire that arose from her heart quickly dispelled that hesitation...
She said to herself, instead of secretly guessing, wouldn’t she try it and find out?
Yes! Just give it a try...
She stared at the porcelain jar, as if she was possessed by a demon. She moved closer and closer, and finally couldn't help opening the lid of a porcelain jar, and eagerly took a spoonful with a small silver spoon. Putting it into the mouth, the right hand holding the silver spoon trembled slightly...
The slightly bitter ointment only felt bitter when she entered it, but soon she relaxed, her rapid breathing calmed down, her forehead no longer sweated, and her hands no longer trembled...
The discomfort that I felt just now, as if I was about to die, is all gone!
She felt as if her soul had flown out of her body, flying higher and higher, soaring into the clouds and mist, as if she were in a fairyland.
She had never felt so good!
It was as if she had lived like a zombie before, but until now, she had truly lived again!
Chang Yi closed his eyes, with an intoxicated expression on his beautiful face, and leaned softly on the table...
After a moment, she suddenly opened her blue eyes, her lips tightly pressed into a straight line, and a strong fear spread rapidly in her heart.
What to do? ! It’s really Wuhe paste!
I am obviously addicted to Wuhe ointment...Who, who did it? !
Zhang Yi suddenly thought of something and his eyes widened.
At the beginning, Wuhe ointment was developed by His Highness Kuilang himself. There were people in Baiyue who had heard of the name of this medicine, but not many knew its specific effects. Even the false king Nuhar She knew very little about this medicine, so she suspected that Nuhar took the opportunity to order someone to rob the batch of Wuhe ointment.
Today, in Baiyue, the only one who knows the most about Wuhe anointing and can obtain enough Wuhe anointing is His Highness the Sixth Highness, who also participated in the experiment at that time and is a sibling of His Highness Kuilang.
Could it be that...
Thinking of this possibility, Zhang Yi couldn't help but shudder.
What should she do?
Chang Yi stared at the jars of Wuhe ointment in front of him, his eyes filled with confusion and despair...
No matter how confused Zhang Yi feels, Han Huaijun will not stay in Songsheng Town for her, and time will not stand still for her alone...
Four days later, their team of carriages and horses arrived at the royal capital in a mighty manner.
The emperor specially sent a chamberlain to greet him, and Bai Yi personally handed the box containing Wuhe ointment into the hands of the chamberlain. After that, Han Huaijun and Dr. Wu followed the chamberlain into the palace to meet the Holy Spirit for his restoration.
As for the clothes, as the concubine of Prince Gong, she naturally returned to Prince Gong's palace.
She absentmindedly greeted Cui Yanyan, the princess of the county, and was quickly sent back to her yard.
She had just bathed and changed clothes, and was about to rest for a while when she heard a maid come to report: "Concubine Bai is here to dress up."
The maid was a little frightened as she spoke. Concubine Bai's belly was so big, and she didn't just stay in her own yard to raise her fetus. Wouldn't it be harmful to people to go out and walk around? If Concubine Bai bumps into each other here, they won't be able to wash themselves off even if they jump into the Yellow River!
But Zhang Yi knew why Bai Muxiao was here and ordered: "Take Concubine Bai to the East Room to wait for me."
The maid took the order and left. She ordered Lorna to give her a simple braid and then went to the East Room.
Bai Muxiao, who was wearing a green dress, was sitting on an armchair, holding a teacup in her hand, but she didn't take a sip. Now that her delivery date is approaching, no matter how loose her dress is, she can't hide her bulging belly.
Bai Muxiao put down the tea cup and was about to stand up and greet Chen Yi, but Wei Yi hurriedly stepped forward, pushed her back to her seat, and said with a smile: "Sister Xiao'er, why should you be so polite? You are heavy, so don't talk to her. I'm too polite."
"Thank you for your understanding, sister Zhui Yi." Bai Muxiao didn't force herself anymore and thanked her kindly.
Zhang Yi sat down on the armchair next to Bai Muxiao, with only a small coffee table between them.
After the maid served Chen Yi tea, Bai Muxiao put down the tea cup in her hand and said straight to the point: "Sister Chen Yi, I don't want to be polite to you anymore. I just want to ask how my trip went? Did everything go smoothly?"
The corner of Bai Yi's mouth curled up slightly and he said: "Don't worry, I personally handed the things to the prince today, and they have been successfully sent to the palace now."
The prince is a member of the emperor and will definitely present things directly to the emperor. Bai Muxiao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It's my sister who worries too much. My sister is always careful in everything she does."
How could Zhang Yi take such polite words to heart? She looked at Bai Muxiao with a smile and asked: "Sister Xiao'er, I am not in the royal capital during this period, and I don't know what the situation is in the palace. The fifth prince Your Highness, is he still taking Wuhe ointment on time?"
"Please don't worry, sister Zhangyi." Bai Muxiao said with a smile, "The fifth prince can't live without it now."
The two looked at each other and smiled, showing a tacit smile.
Bai Muxiao felt relieved, picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and asked casually: "Sister Baiyi, did you see my cousin Yue when you went to southern Xinjiang this time? She is now How are you living in southern Xinjiang?"
Looking at Bai Muxiao, she seemed to be concerned about her cousin's current situation, but Zhang Yi knew it very well. The cousins had never been on good terms with each other, so how could Bai Muxiao really care about Nangong Yue? Of!
Chen Yi sighed and said as she wished: "The Crown Princess looks good now, but..."
Zhui Yi paused deliberately, and under Bai Muxiao's expectant eyes, continued: "Looking at her loss of energy and blood, I'm afraid she won't be able to conceive a child in the future... She will have a hard time in the future!" Yi raised the corners of her mouth sarcastically.
No matter how tight the Zhennan Palace is on guard, it will never guard against the girls in the palace. I'm afraid that Xiao Ni has already fallen into the temptation of Wuhe ointment and is unable to extricate herself. Not to mention poisoning Nangong Yue, she was even willing to sell her soul for Wuhe ointment.
Suddenly, she shuddered and couldn't help but think that she herself was now addicted to Wuhe ointment...
Bai Muxiao glanced at Cheng Yi in shock, not noticing her slightly gray face. All she could think of was what Cheng Yi had just said.
Nangong Yue actually can’t have any heirs? ! Bai Muxiao half-closed his eyes, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he knew very well that Bai Yi must have done something when he went to southern Xinjiang this time. However, this is not important, what is important is...
If Nangong Yue cannot give birth to a child, will she still be able to secure her position as the Crown Princess?
Now she and Xiao Yi are a young couple, so they naturally have a strong love. When they get older and the freshness wears off, how can Xiao Yi, as the prince of Zhennan, not take a concubine? Even if Xiao Yi didn't take the initiative to provoke him, his subordinates would naturally send a lot of women to him. You can imagine that Xiao Yi's backyard will be full of flowers in the future!
Nangong Yue can’t give birth, so she can’t give birth to someone else, right?
Besides, Zhennan Palace cannot have no successors!
Pity, in the future, many concubines and concubines will come to her and call her aunt, but she can only force a smile, and in the end she will have to look at the faces of concubines and concubines!
Bai Muxiao sighed quietly and gently stroked her bulging belly.
Men love the new and hate the old, but children are a woman’s biggest support.
The movements of her hands paused slightly, and she frowned. At that moment, she felt a vague pain in her abdomen.
I don’t know what happened in the past two days. She felt pain in her abdomen several times every day, but it passed away.
She also asked the good doctor in the mansion to check her pulse, but the good doctor only said that everything was normal... Should Han Lingfu ask an imperial doctor to take a look at her?
Bai Muxiao was just thinking about it when Zhang Yi spoke again, with a slightly dull voice: "Sister Xiao'er, I want to meet His Highness Kui Lang. Can you tell the prince to help make arrangements?"
Bai Muyou retracted her thoughts, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't worry, sister Baiyi, my sister will definitely tell the prince and arrange for you to meet the three consorts as soon as possible." As she said that, she held her waist and leaned against Bihen's. He stood up with help, "Sister Baiyi, you just returned home today. You must be tired after a long journey, so my sister will go back first and won't disturb your rest."
Bai Muxiao was supported by Bihen and left.
Standing behind her clothes, she looked at her leaving figure with unclear meaning in her eyes...
His Royal Highness Kui Lang will definitely ask her about her trip to Baiyue. Should she tell him that she is addicted to Wuhe ointment? Also... although the transaction conditions proposed by Nangong Yue were agreed to with the permission of His Highness the Sixth Prince, they still had to be informed to His Highness Kui Lang immediately.
No matter what, His Highness the Sixth Prince is right. Even if this large piece of meat is cut off now, Xiao Yi will always be paid back with interest in the future.
It is just a small interest to prevent Nangong Yue from having a legitimate son.
……
"A sneeze!"
Nangong Yue felt her nose itchy and sneezed lightly.
She rubbed her nose subconsciously and opened her eyes. At a glance, she saw the cat Xiaobai lying next to her pillow. The enlarged cat's face was staring at her seriously, as if to say: Why are you still sleeping? ah.
"Xiaobai." She couldn't help but smile, raising her hand to rub its plush head.
"Bad cat, I just walked away, why did you come here to disturb Ayue to rest!" A slender hand suddenly stretched out and flicked Mao Xiaobai's forehead lightly.
"Meow-"
Xiao Bai let out a cry of dissatisfaction, jumped off the bed, landed quietly on the ground, then swaggered away with his long tail swung.
Nangong Yue looked at its leaving back with a smile on her face, feeling relaxed and peaceful.
She raised her eyes to meet Xiao Yi's gleaming peach blossom eyes, her eyebrows curved with a smile.
"Ayi."
Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, kissed her on the forehead, and said with a smile: "Smelly girl, you must be hungry. I personally cooked porridge for you, do you want to drink it?"
Nangong Yue's expression was a little subtle for a moment. Ayi was kind-hearted. Of course she was happy, but the problem was Ayi's craftsmanship...she didn't know what to say.
Xiao Yi tapped her forehead with his index finger, and said with an aggrieved look: "Smelly girl, I have tried the taste. Besides, An Niang said that I am very talented."
An Niang also said that when the stinky girl was sick as a child, she would always cook this porridge for her personally, and the stinky girl would eat it all every time.
As he spoke, Xiao Yi had already carefully helped Nangong Yue up and placed a large pillow behind her for her to lean on comfortably.
Xiao Yi shook the small copper bell beside the bed, Que'er brought in the warm porridge, and then retreated.
Nangong Yue looked at the steaming wolfberry, millet and pumpkin porridge in front of her. The sweet and familiar taste rose up with bursts of white air and hit her nostrils...
Just by the appearance and smell, I knew that Xiao Yi's porridge was good.
As soon as Xiao Yi saw Nangong Yue's expression, he knew that she was very surprised. He was extremely proud of himself. It seemed to be saying that he, Xiao Yi, wanted to learn cooking skills, so how could he be defeated? !
Xiao Yi scooped up a spoonful of porridge, tested the temperature and put it into her mouth.
Nangong Yue swallowed it in one gulp, and the thick porridge warmed her heart. She smiled and narrowed her eyes.
After taking a few mouthfuls, at this time, the door curtain was lifted from the outside, Baihui walked in quietly, walked to Xiao Yi, knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, Butler Zhu just sent someone to summon you. It’s said that Miss Gu is willing to recruit me.”
The corners of Xiao Yi's lips were slightly raised, revealing a hint of a smile but not a smile.
He thought she would be very tough, but she only lasted four days.
Xiao Yi nodded and waved her back.
It wasn't until Nangong Yue finished the entire bowl of porridge that he put down the bowl with a sense of accomplishment and said with a smile: "I'll go out and I'll be back soon."
Nangong Yue smiled and nodded.
Xiao Yi kissed her gently on the forehead, sighed resentfully, and walked away without looking back.
Xiao Yi first went to Qingyunwu and called Shangguan Yubai, and then they went to the palace dungeon together.
Two royal guards in black were guarding the door of the dungeon. When they saw Xiao Yi coming, they immediately opened the door.
Zhu Xing is waiting inside.
A damp, moldy smell assaulted the nostrils, and the dim yellow oil lamp on the wall barely illuminated the way forward. The two of them walked down the stone steps, with Zhu Xing leading the way...
"Your Majesty, Lord Marquis, they are inside."
In Zhu Xing's respectful voice, Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai walked into a cold and damp dungeon one after another.
A woman in blue was hung in the air by heavy chains with her arms wide open, her head hung weakly, her whole body was trembling, as if she was suffering great pain.
She was fully clothed, and at first glance, there seemed to be no injuries. However, her feet were soaked in a small four-foot-square pool starting from the calf. The pool was filled with a translucent yellow liquid. The skin and flesh on her legs fell off mottled, and the flesh and blood were blurred and even faint. You can see the dense white bones in it, which is shocking just looking at it.
Hearing the noise, she raised her head slightly with difficulty, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, her face was as pale as a corpse, and her eyes were dim...
In the dim candlelight, two strange men walked towards her slowly. Both of them had outstanding temperaments, one was civilized and the other martial, one was reserved and the other was outgoing. Her eyes fell on the handsome one among them. , enter the young man who is filled with murderous intent.
She knew that he must be Xiao Yi, the prince of Zhennan, Xiao Yi, nicknamed "The God of Killing"!
It was obvious that she was facing the enemy who was making her life worse than death at this moment, but her eyes did not waver at all, as if she had lost the will to live.
Her eyes were confused and she just murmured: "I said, I said... please, let me die..."
She looks like a human being or a ghost now. Even if she can survive, it will be worse than death!
In the past few days, she had watched and felt her flesh being corroded bit by bit. The bone-melting water was like the tarsal maggots eating away at her flesh and her mind.
In the past, she thought that no matter what kind of pain and torture, she could not shake her loyalty to His Highness Sixth Prince and Baiyue, and that death would be the only thing left to her. But now she understands that "death" is actually a kind of relief. .
Xiao Yi looked at her coldly from top to bottom. There was no trace of emotion on his handsome face, let alone any sympathy, and he said lightly: "Just say what you want to say."
His voice was clear and crisp, and sounded careless, as if he were speaking in a Taoist home. But in Miss Gu's ears, she felt like the death charm of the King of Hell, and a biting coldness spread rapidly in her heart...