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Lin Yi did not understand Zhou Ye's thoughts. He had already planned on making a large number of promises in exchange for Zhou Ye's help, but Zhou Ye did not bargain with him. With just a few words, he had agreed to Lin Yi's request.

Although Zhou Ye did not ask for a reward, Lin Yi still promised to let him leave the capital safely and give him a gold coin.

Zhou Ye just smiled.

The news that Yan Heshen had not been able to get to the emperor's sleeping quarters lately made him suspicious. When Yan Heshen sent someone to take a look, he found that the people in his chamber had been replaced, and the ones serving the Emperor now were a few unfamiliar faces.

He had also received the news that the imperial rankings had been broken, but he hadn't paid much attention to it. Right now, he was in contact with someone else in the chamber, so he felt that this matter was out of his control.

"Are you sure that only the Shennong Valley can cure that poison?" Yan Shen walked directly to the small yard that Song Luo lived in.

This small courtyard was filled with flowers and plants of gorgeous colors, yet it was terrifying, like a poisonous mushroom growing in the forest.

Song Luo held a hoe in his hand and was in the middle of unearthing the flowers and plants in the courtyard. Upon hearing Yan Ge's words, he didn't even raise his head, but used his sleeve to wipe the sweat on his forehead. "I'm sure."

The word "sin" on his face was especially obvious in the sunlight.

To be honest, Yan hen was a little afraid of Song Luo. Song Luo gave him the feeling of a colorful snake with a poisonous body. No one knew when he would make a move and bite your neck.

"I heard that the day before yesterday, an old man brought an old lady to lift the Emperor's Board and entered the palace." Yan Shen walked to Song Luo's side, carefully avoiding the flowers and grass on the ground. No matter how ordinary the grass looked, he didn't dare to step on it.

When Song Luo first entered the manor, he lived in the same courtyard as the other foreign delegates. One of the guests, who did not have eyes, wanted to show him some respect. Noticing that Song Luo greatly valued the flowers and plants he raised, he sent people to break the pot of Song Luo's best flowers. The man saw the flowers were gorgeous, so he offered them to his sweetheart.

On the second day, someone discovered that both of them had appeared. When they went to their rooms, they saw two corpses that already had bones laid on them. The flowers were still in their hands and they were soaked in fresh blood.

That Guest Warrior refused to give up, and made it all the way to Yan Hen's place, and asked Yan Hen to give him justice.

At that time, Song Luo was also like this, wearing a straw hat and holding a pickaxe. He squatted on the ground and said, "When I came in, I said it was best not to touch these flowers. However, there is a little thief who is blind and messed with my flowers. What, does Master Yan still want to stick his head out for this little thief? "

"How could a mere flower possibly take a person's life?" The guest did not believe it, he extended his hand to pull up the flower in front of Song Luo, "He must have used some demonic technique!"

The Guest Warrior crushed the flower in his hand, and the red juice flowed down his hand in a continuous stream, as if it was blood.

At the same time, the guest's face started to twist as if he was enduring enormous pain. Only then did people discover that the red did not only contain the juice of the flower, it also contained the blood of the guest.

As the corrosion continued, Yan Hen made a prompt decision. He pulled out his blade from the waist of the guard standing at the side, and chopped off the arm of that guest in order to save his life.

"Why did you only come today to tell me about what happened two days ago?" When Song Luo heard it was the old man and the old lady, he immediately frowned. Although he felt that it was unlikely, he still felt a little worried. "Bring me to them."

"Alright. By the way, let's see when the Emperor will return to the West. According to the source, that old man would enter the palace at noon every day. If we were to go now, we will still be able to meet him. " Yan Heshen agreed.

Lin Yi guessed that Yan Sen would definitely come to check on him, so every day at noon, he would also go to the sleeping quarters to wait.

"This subject (commoner) pays his respects to His Highness, the Crown Prince." Yan Sen and Song Luo knelt on the ground.

"This is?" Lin Yi looked at Song Luo.

Half of Song Luo's hair was loose, covering up his face, and he looked unrestrained and unrestrained.

"Your subject is worried about Your Majesty's illness, and has been searching for the Holy Hand in the people. This person is called Cheng Yan, and this subject has put in a lot of effort to find him. " Yan Shen's words were especially sincere, almost throwing away his head and spilling his blood.

The name Cheng Yan was told to Yan Heng by Song Luo at the last minute. He said that if the person who broke the Emperor Board was an old friend of his, he could try his best to pretend that he was hiding it from him.

Lin Yi looked a little conflicted. His gaze wandered between the old lady and Song Luo. The old man was in the middle of inserting needles. His face was full of hesitation. The needles on his fingertips were wobbling, as if they were unable to determine which acupoints he should use.

"Divine doctors are a bit eccentric. Half of them get healed, and the other half get changed. It doesn't seem very good. " Lin Yi hesitated, but in the end, he made up his mind. He looked into Yan Sen's eyes as if he was declaring war, "Father's condition has already improved a little, so it's best not to bother with it."

Yan Heshen only thought that Lin Yi had a tough tongue. The emperor's face was obviously still as pale as ever, and he still looked like someone who had just passed away. Better? How is this possible?

At this moment, a palace maid brought a bowl of black paint medicine.

The smell of the medicine was very strong. Song Luo's nose twitched as he analyzed most of the ingredients. It was just some common tonifying medicine formulas, so there wasn't anything special about it.

"Since His Highness the Crown Prince has already found someone, this commoner naturally cannot take over." Cheng Yan cupped his hands and consciously declined. He only came to see if the old lady was an old friend. Although he was kicked out of Shennong Valley at the age of fifteen, it was impossible for him to recognize the wrong person. These two people had nothing to do with Shennong Valley. As for the Emperor, he had the confidence to survive for at most half a month unless the Valley Master of Shennong personally takes action.

The longer his life lasted, the more pain the Emperor suffered, and the more excited he became.

Yan Shen heard Song Luo's words and naturally did not force him. After exchanging some pleasantries, he left the chamber with Song Luo.

"Your Highness, this commoner is slow-witted and does not have good medical skills. I really do not know what kind of illness the emperor is suffering from." The old man laid on the ground in fear. He had opened a medical clinic in the capital. Although his reputation was somewhat empty, he knew his limits. Naturally, he would not bring about his own destruction by trying to lift the imperial ranking. In the end, someone directly arrived and stuffed the Emperor Board into his arms, ordering him to bring his wife into the palace.

Since the knife was already pressed down on his neck, he naturally didn't dare to refuse. He thought he would be meeting with the dying emperor, but from the look on his face, he was definitely not going to live very long. However, from his pulse, it was clear that he was in good health. With such a contradiction, no matter how he broke the diagnosis, it was naturally only to prescribe some nourishing medicine.

Lin Yi supported the pale-faced old man, "It's alright. Just come over everyday to see it. You will receive a great reward." "But remember, you cannot tell anyone about the meridian you touch, or …" It is the instinct of royal blood to give a jujube a blow with a stick.

The old man quickly pulled his wife to kneel and hurriedly replied.