Chapter 924 Liu Moyi, the Daily Life of a Death Row Prisoner

"You can see it." Uncle Feng was a little anxious. He pinched the white jade bottle in his hand and shook it. "He also gave me this, saying that if it is taken well, it can relieve suffocation."

The maid in red took the vial, pulled out the stopper, and put it to the tip of her nose to smell it.

At this sniff, a scent of grass and trees came straight through.

She frowned, still a little unconvinced.

Uncle Feng said, "We don't understand this, let's show it to the shop owner, he will understand."

Although the maid was still a little repulsive when she heard this, she didn't dare to make the decision on her own. She finally said "yes" and went upstairs with the white jade bottle.

The pill in the hand is round and exquisite, with a light green color as a whole. Although its fragrance is not obvious, it still has a lingering aura.

Ji Xiaqiu looked at the pill for a long time. It was so long that Sister Hong and Uncle Feng thought that the owner had fallen asleep with his eyes open, before she finally put the pill down.

There was a trace of elusive complexity on his face.

"Sijin Xiangzhiwan."

Five words came out of his mouth lightly, with a tired tone in his tone.

Uncle Feng has never heard of the name of this pill, but being given a name proves that it is indeed a good-tasting medicine.

Sister Hong had heard of this name. She hesitated for a while, her hands were shaking a little, and she asked with a strange expression: "But, but that one, that one that King Quan mentioned... the four Jins knew each other... "

Ji Xiaqiu glanced at her and nodded.

Hong Jie'er's usually cold and stern face showed uncontrollable joy, and then she became suspicious: "The King of Quan clearly said that the three raw materials of this medicine have become extinct, not only in the Qingyun Kingdom, but also in the surrounding countries. I can’t find it anywhere, so how is it possible…”

It has been more than twenty years since the master's martial arts was abolished.

When Sister Hong found out that the master had martial arts skills in the past, the master was already a frail person who often suffered from angina pectoris, headaches, pain here, and pain there.

Sister Hong once asked whether such a person, whose body has been in disrepair for more than twenty years and is getting worse day by day, can still be saved.

Everyone said that it was hopeless. It had been too long, the symptoms had been there for too long, and the roots of the body had been worn out and could not be cured.

That uninvited guest, King Quan, always came to see the shop owner. Sister Hong didn't like him very much, but at the same time, she learned something from him.

The one thing she cared about most.

The owner's body is curable.

The meridians have been blocked for more than 20 years, and the inner qi is unimaginable to ordinary people. The only way to break the disease is to remove it.

Internal diseases are different from external diseases. Let alone dredging the meridians, even an ordinary doctor may not be able to diagnose a disease in your internal meridians if you don't mention it.

But Sister Hong knew that since King Quan said it could be cured, it must be curable.

King Quan called in several old doctors, all of whom were said to be miraculous doctors who had never been born before. Two of them retired from the imperial hospital, and one was the mentor of the three imperial doctors who were serving in the court.

The reasons are more serious than the last. Several people have checked the owner's pulse and answered that the root cause of the disease can be cured, but there is a lack of medicine.

It is said that one flavor is missing, but in fact it is missing three flavors. It is not a simple matter to make the "Sijin Xiangzhi Pill" mentioned at a glance in the ancient medicine book.

This time, Sister Hong was unwilling to leave the state capital where she lived, because before she came, the owner began to feel unwell. Maybe something happened, and the angina pectoris recurred.

But at that time, news came from Kyoto that the young master had gone to Kyoto, so Sister Hong couldn't stop him, so the boss went to Kyoto in person.

On the way here, the shop owner's angina pectoris was not too troublesome, but due to the bad weather, he directly contracted the wind and cold.

Just before, she was still regretting in her heart, regretting that she didn't take good care of the owner, and regretting that she didn't stop him anymore, and why she agreed to the owner's trip.

But now, she feels that all this is destined. The Sijin Xiangzhiwan, which has been extinct for a long time, turns out to be so easy to obtain?

Happiness comes so fast, and contains so many impossibilities that Sister Hong dare not get too excited, only for fear that extreme joy will lead to sadness.

There were only three pills in the white jade bottle, not many, but extremely precious.

Ji Xiaqiu looked at Sister Hong and Uncle Feng's surprised but frightened eyes, put down the medicine bottle, and asked: "How old is that young master?"

Sister Hong recalled it and immediately said: "About twenty years old, he looks very young."

Ji Xiaqiu asked again: "What does it look like?"

"Very handsome, gentle and scholarly," Sister Hong described.

Ji Xiaqiu smiled. She thought of what Rong Huang had said to her in private. He said that there were thousands of doctors in the world. He searched all over Qingyun for all the people who could be called miracle doctors by the locals to treat her. But one person was missing.

That man came from Qujiang Prefecture in the south of the Yangtze River. According to legend, this man had extraordinary abilities. He could open people's stomachs and heal their lives. His methods were cunning and his powers were vast. This man's surname was Liu, and the locals called him Miracle Doctor Liu.

But more people like to call him husband.

Because this person's real job is not to open a medical clinic and treat people's illnesses, but to go to the government offices to perform autopsies and judge cases.

King Quan said, "A dead horse is a living horse doctor. Why don't you find this person too and show her?"

Ji Xiaqiu refused, but did not say the reason for the refusal.

King Quan didn't ask, but maybe he knew and knew that she didn't have the courage to see his daughter.

The white jade porcelain bottle on the table was crystal clear. Ji Xiaqiu looked at it for a long time, and a slight smile appeared in his eyes.

Destiny comes and goes, passing by.

Her fingertips rubbed the corners of the porcelain bottle, her movements were as gentle as if she were stroking a baby's face.

In fact, as a mother, I have only touched the baby's face once. Now I want to recall it again, but I can no longer remember the feeling.

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the other side.

In the narrow cell, the turbid smell filled the nose.

Liu Moyi couldn't remember how many days this was the first time he smelled this smell. It was wet and smelly, with a hint of sourness.

He opened his eyes, slowly sat up from the haystack, leaned his back against the unclean wall, and looked at the half-impaired man in the cell opposite. After a moment, he looked away again.

The big man opposite seemed to have noticed Liu Mo and looked at him. He glanced at him with a cold and sinister gaze, then turned his back and fell asleep facing the wall.

Liu Mo was actually woken up. Just half an hour ago, the cell door opposite him opened and the big man living opposite was taken away. When he came back, the smell was even stronger.

Liu Mo knew that this was because the man's leg was completely rotten, and the smell of rot was probably mixed with something else.

The punishments that the jailers are accustomed to use are those of putting a hot iron on your injured and festering wounds to make you more painful and miserable.

It's cruel, but it works.

The person living in the prison opposite was a gangster who committed plunder and plunder and committed many crimes. He had been stealing for ten years and killing hundreds of people.

After the execution a while ago, some of the victim's remaining relatives came to the Qingzhou Yamen to angrily clear money.

Starting from the second day, the big man had to be tortured for an hour every day, half an hour in the morning and half an hour in the evening. They were not trying to get anything out of him. It was just that the people in the yamen collected money from others and used it for his behalf. People take revenge.

It has been almost ten days since he was imprisoned. When Liu Mo wakes up every day, he sees this scene and smells this kind of death. From the beginning, he couldn't accept it, but today, he has become somewhat used to it.

"It's time to eat." The jailer's voice came from far away.

Then, share the food all the way down.

When he arrived at Liu Moyi's place, the rice bucket was halfway down, and a bowl was placed outside his railing. Then someone took a spoonful of soup, vegetable leaves, and rice from the bucket and put it into the bowl.

This is breakfast. After this meal, the next meal will be in the evening.

Liu Moyi reached out and carefully moved the bowl in. Staring at the unspeakable food, he closed his eyes tightly, grabbed a vegetable leaf with his hand, and put it into his mouth.

It looked bad, and it tasted really bad, but maybe because of the cold weather, it didn't have time to go rancid.

Better than going hungry.

Liu Mo didn't eat for the first two days, but because he would be dragged outside by the jailer to do work, turning the soil, he had to eat. If he didn't eat, he would not be able to survive physically.

This is the daily life of a death row prisoner. The day he was ordered to be interrogated was ten days later.