Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Chapter 289

This team of cavalry didn't bring any sedan chairs. They pushed people and forced them onto the horses.

Master Mingbian wanted to explain some things to the monks in the temple, and wanted to bring his own medicine bag, but he was mercilessly rejected.

"There is everything in the palace, the nobleman's illness must not be delayed!"

The leader of the cavalry had a cold face, completely ignoring the temple gate that his men smashed and the objects that were trampled and kicked over.

The ink carp's eyes moved slightly.

——Is this the royal city under the rule of King Ning who believed in Buddhism?

It's not like at all, from these rude cavalrymen to courtiers, Ningtai City is different from what Mo Li thought.

Mr. Qiu, the counselor, is he planning to lead such King Ning's subordinates to fight?

Or before that, he will "clean" Ningtai City?Get rid of what is corrupt and obstructive, and leave what can be used.

Mo Li's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously touched the gerbil in his arms.

He didn't leave the rattan box, and the gerbil stayed in his arms obediently.

This sudden change gave Mo Li an excellent opportunity to sneak into King Ning's backyard.

The drug smuggled by the people from Xiliang must be very secretive, if you don't sneak into the palace and investigate carefully, it will be difficult to find the trace.

It stands to reason that after entering the city, the first thing should be to find the "Qiu Mansion" and see what the counselor wants to do, but it is also easy to expose himself.Mo Li has not forgotten the existence of Fengxing Pavilion. If Mr. Qiu is a capable person, any abnormalities in Ningtai City will not escape his eyes.

The origin of the ink carp is unknown, and his "identity" cannot withstand investigation.

Now, it depends on how many doctors have been taken into the palace by King Ning's imperial guards.

Mo Li lowered his head, pretending to be old and frightened.

The cavalry came out of the workshop and rode their horses on the avenue. Some wealthy and powerful carriages that had just returned to the city were squeezed aside. The dissolute young nobles regained their senses, and then whispered to each other about what happened in the palace.

This road is the central axis after the reconstruction of Ningtai City. It is very spacious, and it is only used for carriages, and ordinary people are not allowed to use it.

The market squares on both sides of the road are not allowed to open windows facing the street, and the end of the road is Prince Ning's Mansion.

But now it is not called Wangfu, but Miyagi. Everything is modeled after the layout of the Imperial Palace in the capital, but the scale is much smaller.

The people of Ningtai City and some of the Jiangnan aristocratic families have never been to Taijing. In their eyes, the palace of King Ning is already very imposing.

Neat and beautiful yellow glazed tiles, ochre-red palace walls, jade belt Jinshui Bridge, and nine squatting beasts on the roof of the palace at the end of the white marble steps.

"..."

The gerbil made a slight noise, as if laughing.

Can't blame Meng Qi for laughing, it really looks like a clumsy imitation, the Taijing Palace has endless halls, the palace gate alone has several layers, and the tall palace walls block the line of sight, making it impossible for people to directly see the civil and military officials holding the ceremony The Wanhe Hall of the court meeting.

But here with King Ning, the palace gate is wide open, and behind it is a building imitating the Wanhe Hall.

The dragon sculpture on the Danchi is decent, but the steps are too short, and the dragon seems to be missing a part, it is a five-short dragon.

The wooden poles erected on the palace wall and the gate hang the banners of the Chu Dynasty and King Ning, which look like a stage from a distance, as if they are afraid that others will not know where it is.

The cavalry galloped to the front of the palace gate and dismounted together.

The ink carp was almost dragged off the horse by them, he staggered and only held onto the rattan box tightly.

The gerbil rubbed its paws with its obscene clothes in the ink carp's arms.

I saw another group of cavalry coming in the distance, and the doctor who was forcibly brought here was pale and limp on the ground as soon as he got off his horse.

"Commander Ma, if you are looking for a doctor like this, you may have to ask the imperial doctor to see them first." The cavalry commander on Mo Li's side sneered and satirized his colleagues.

"shut up!"

The people over there were very annoyed, and they turned around and scolded their subordinates: "How did you do it? Help him up!"

Mo Li looked at the doctor.

It was probably bumped by the horse's back, the whole person staggered, and suddenly bent down and vomited on the person next to him.

"Damn!"

Commander Ma was furious, and drew his knife at once.

Seeing that the situation was not good, everyone immediately pushed Commander Ma aside and tried to persuade him.

"Don't do anything, the king is still waiting!"

"The illness of the nobleman in the palace must not be delayed!"

Commander Ma looked at the approaching cavalry of the third team, and gave a savage mouthful: "There are so many doctors in Ningtai City, what if there is one less doctor?"

"... Commander, this is at the gate of the palace!"

"If the life cannot be saved, King Ning will be angry and lead... then it is too worthless!"

"That's right, let's go to the room first and change clothes. Besides, if they can enter this palace gate, they may not be able to get out!"

Everyone hurriedly went to Rama Commander, who glanced at this side like a dead man, and left angrily.

Mo Li quietly touched the gerbil in his arms, telling Meng Qi to rest easy, and he could not suffer.

A dozen or so servants trotted inside the palace wall, carrying palace lanterns in their hands, the leader was dressed in python clothes, his clothes looked like Chu Dynasty or Chen Dynasty, they looked neither fish nor fowl.

"What are you doing standing there?" the servant shouted in a shrill voice.

"This...isn't this here yet? The team that went to Xiningfang hasn't come back yet!"

Hearing this, the waiter stared at him, and with his short, fat body and slightly distorted anxious face, he looked like a toad.

Toad's waiter said angrily: "The first ones come first. It's important to save the nobles. Why don't you bathe and change clothes and line up in a neat row? Go, you've wasted time, the king will blame you, and none of you can escape!"

The cavalry commander who brought the ink carp couldn't understand the servant, so he said with a half smile, "Then leave it to Young Supervisor Xu."

As he spoke, he whipped his whip, got on his horse, and led the people away.

"you--"

Toad's servant wanted to yell at him, but he was so scrupled that there were too many people in his eyes. The palace was in a hurry, so he could only stop his anger, and turned his anger on the doctors like Mo Li.

"Let's talk about our ugliness first, the palace is no better than the outside, if you look around, see things you shouldn't see and step on the ground you shouldn't, be careful with your heads!"

The later doctor, who was almost treated as a bag of rice on the saddle and galloped to the gate of the palace, vomited a little before his face got better. Now he heard what Xu Shaojian, who looked like a toad, said, his face turned pale again. It's clear.

"Go! Don't dawdle!"

Xu Shaojian scolded impatiently.

Master Mingbian was old and frail, so he couldn't walk fast at all.

Although King Ning's palace is much smaller than Taijing's palace, it is still terrible for an old monk to walk.

The ink carp lowered its eyes, and flicked its fingers silently.

Xu Shaojian, who was walking in the front, gave a weak right foot, then tripped hard with his other foot, and fell to the ground.

"Young supervisor!" The other servants were shocked and rushed to help.

Only then did Master Discernment have a chance to catch his breath.

Xu Shaojian fell badly, grinning his teeth in pain, but he didn't dare to waste time, so he could only continue on his way with a limp.

"Hurry up and give us a hand."

Xu Shaojian lowered his head to find the thing he tripped over just now, but the ground was clean and there was nothing there.

Mo Li took the opportunity to sit down on the ground, pretended to fall, and said weakly: "Huh... this old man is going to be 70 years old... I really can't walk!"

"How can this be delayed?" Xu Shaojian was so anxious that he waved his hand and ordered the servant next to him to help the three doctors go.

It just so happens that I can also get a support so as not to be talked about.

The group walked for a full two quarters of an hour, passing through four palace gates and two palace walls, before stopping in front of a brightly lit palace garden.

The palace garden is built in imitation of Su-style gardens, with cloisters, rockery and flowing water, and exquisite houses are scattered among them.

A servant had long been waiting at the gate of the palace, and when he saw Xu Shaojian coming, he opened his mouth to complain: "Why did it take so long?"

"It's not that those people outside are not doing their job well, so they called to hire the best doctor in the city, and they have been dragging their feet until now, oh my leg." Xu Shaojian touched the painful place, grinning and said, "We In order to catch up with time, the black lamp blindly fell down."

"Okay!" The servant at the gate of the palace dismissed Xu Shaojian impatiently.

The latter muttered and was about to say something when a servant ran over and said that another doctor had been sent to the palace gate and was waiting for Shaojian Xu to pick him up.

Xu Shaojian's face was dark, and he could only walk again in pain.

Mo Li and the others didn't have time to look at the scenery on the side of the palace, so they were taken to a side hall shaped like a water pavilion.

There are windows on all sides of the side hall, and the cool breeze is blowing. It is obviously very comfortable to live here in summer.

At this time, a group of white-bearded old men gathered in the side hall, everyone was frowning. They were wearing the official robes of the Imperial Medical Office, and they gathered together to discuss the pulse case in a low voice. stop abruptly.

The ink carp looked at the imperial physicians with relieved but somewhat resentful eyes, and put down the rattan box that he had been carrying.

Immediately after, a team of guards came to search the clothes of Mo Li and the others and the things they brought into the palace. In summer, the clothes are very thin, and it is impractical to hide a knife under the clothes. The gerbil tried to flatten himself, It was tightly attached to the chest of the ink carp.

The guard wanted to search carefully, but there was nothing in the ink carp rattan box except clothes, medicine and silver needles.

On the contrary, the shivering doctor with an ugly face was searched several times by the guards because he looked much younger than Mo Li and Master Discernment.

An imperial physician was called to check whether there was any problem with the medicinal materials carried by the ink carp.

"Master is the Master of Discernment from the Golden Drum Temple?"

The appearance of the monk is the most recognizable, and these imperial physicians have obviously heard the name of Master Mingbian, so they were the first to greet the old monk.

Master Mingbian put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name.

"Then this—"

"I, I am Dr. Hu from Mingshantang in Jixianfang."

The middle-aged doctor who had been tossed around as a rice bag bowed his hands to everyone with a pale face.

Just when everyone was looking at Mo Li, and Mo Li was worried about what nonsense he should make up, an extremely angry roar came from the main hall next door.

"... trash... quack doctor... drag it down..."

Hearing the intermittent voice, the imperial physicians instinctively shrunk their necks, their eyes frightened.

"You wait and come."

One of the oldest imperial physicians sighed and said to Mo Li and the others.

When they stepped out of the palace gate, they happened to see an imperial doctor being dragged out by several tall, wolf-like servants.

"Forgive me, my lord, please forgive me—"

The imperial doctor was gagged halfway through shouting, and threw it into the side hall like dragging a sack.

The imperial doctor let out a cry of pain, fell to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

The doctor Hu from Ming Shan Tang next to Mo Li looked at it, shaking like chaff.

Master Mingbian was still calm, but the monk's robe was trembling a little.

Mo Li didn't know how to pretend to be afraid at this time, and to what extent was it appropriate to pretend, so he simply stopped pretending. This made the elderly man who was suspected of being ordered by the imperial physician look back at him in surprise, probably out of pity for what happened to them, and couldn't help Zhu Zhu said in a low voice: "The king's favorite concubine has repeatedly suffered from strange illnesses. This is the fifth one. The king is furious. Be careful."

Mo Li shivered slightly, and immediately thought of A Furong.

However, after the drug addiction, the initial attack was not so exaggerated. Now there are five in a row. How much drug does it take?

Xiliang people don't have so many stocks.

Full of doubts, Mo Li stepped into the palace gate.

Going around the two large screens, the ink carp deliberately landed at the back, and pretended to sit unsteadily on the ground when everyone knelt down to salute. Anyway, it was covered by a robe. As long as the body leaned forward, it would be kneeling or sitting far away. I can't see clearly.

King Ning was still far away from here, and he didn't even bother to look carefully here, so he waved his arms and raged: "Are the orphans all useless? You want someone to brutally kill concubines in this palace? You can't even find a reason Out?! The year before last... the year before last, He Meiren died inexplicably, and last month, who was the one who died?"

"It's Concubine Liu, and it was Du Meiren who died the year before last, and He Meiren died last year." The servant next to King Ning reminded in a low voice.

He spoke in a low voice, but Mo Li could hear him clearly.

Looking at King Ning who couldn't even remember the names of his concubines, Mo Li was speechless.

Since the earliest can be traced back to the year before last, it seems that it is not because of A Furong.

Mo Li rubbed his forehead, he remembered that treasurer Bao had told Meng Qi that King Ning was lustful and incompetent, and had given birth to many sons.

——Could it be involved in some kind of secret struggle in the imperial palace?

Don't say that King Ning's backyard can't fight, as long as there are people, even a temple full of monks may be able to fight for the presiding position.

It's just that the imperial physicians at King Ning's side don't eat dry food, so why can't they find out the reason?

Could it be some rare poison?

While Mo Li was deep in thought, King Ning had strode over there.

King Ning is eight feet tall, with a black face and black beard, he looks like a warrior on the battlefield, he is very capable of bluffing people when he goes out.

However, his eyes are blue and black, his eyes are cloudy, his steps are vain, and his face is full of intoxication.

According to Mo Li, if King Ning continues to indulge and enjoy himself, his health will collapse within three years, and he will never be able to recover from illness.

Mo Li didn't believe that these imperial physicians in the palace couldn't see it.

Do you not say it, or dare not say it?

Mo Li pondered, only to hear King Ning say aggressively: "Is this the doctor you invited from outside?"

King Ning looked at the "old and powerless" Mo Li with disdain, shaking like Dr. Hu who had gone mad, and snorted dissatisfied.

"It looks like trash!"

The imperial physician did not dare to lift his head, and said cautiously: "My lord, these are all well-known doctors in the city... who are good at treating strokes."

stroke?

Master Discrimination and Mo Li frowned at the same time.

"The lonely beloved concubine didn't have a stroke, but was killed by the villain!" King Ning was furious, kicking the case over, "Otherwise, there is no reason why anyone will have a stroke if you dote on someone alone? That thief is so bold, next time will he Is it going to kill the orphan?"

The Imperial Physician Ling hurriedly kowtowed, and said dryly: "... When the nobles fell ill, they would suddenly fall down, have a splitting headache, twitch limbs, and vomit continuously. The blood is in disorder, and it is in the brain. The pulse and symptoms are signs of stroke. According to the stroke treatment of the imperial medical office, there is a palliative effect, which means that no matter what the cause is, the onset is still a stroke. Or there are other external causes, see famous folk doctors I've had more strokes and probably know why."

Upon hearing this, King Ning moved his eyes to re-examine the three of Mo Li.

Master Mingbian is a monk, so he doesn't need to kneel down. He clasped his hands calmly and said: "My old monk is called Mingbian, and I am willing to share your worries for the king."

It doesn't matter if you don't want to, your life is in the hands of others.

King Ning's face looked better. Mo Li didn't know whether he really believed in Buddhism or not, but it was easier to talk to monks.

"Master Discernment, please come in for diagnosis and treatment."

Mo Li lowered his head and followed the old monk inside.

Dr. Hu wanted to go in, but was stopped by the servant.

"Why did you call such a young doctor?" King Ning asked dissatisfied.

Dr. Hu is old, but King Ning himself is also at this age. Dr. Hu's face is pale, and he was not ugly when he was young. Looking at it under the lamp now makes King Ning unhappy.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty's condition is critical, and there are veterans and Director Wang by your side. Please rest assured, Your Majesty." The Imperial Physician Ling quickly explained.

King Ning frowned, and finally agreed with a wave of his hand, but looked at the three of Mo Li with a murderous look:

"If it can't be cured, you will be buried with the lonely concubine!"

The author has something to say: this week is quite busy otz, the next update will be on the [-]th qaq

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Being a Doctor is Too Dangerous

The ink carp pretends to be old all the way, and the gerbil grinds its claws all the way

——The doctor's underwear has been scratched by gerbils! !