Chapter 209 Treatment (Part 2)

A young man in Tsing Yi applauded excitedly: "I just saw a golden light falling on this girl from the sky, it must be a blessing from heaven!"

"I saw it too! The golden light formed a halo behind her, just like the Guanyin Bodhisattva in that painting."

"This must be a celestial girl descending to earth, she is protected by golden light all over her body, so those ghosts and monsters can't get close to her body!"

"The heavenly girl descended to earth? Could it be for the salvation of all sentient beings?"

"..."

In this enthusiastic atmosphere, many people spoke without thinking at all, and the more they said, the more they exaggerated, and they even believed it themselves.

Gu Yanfei curled up her fingers hidden in her sleeves, her scalp was numb from being told, she thought: What is this Xiahou doing!

Even in the Yaoling Realm, if she was ordered by her teacher to work in a mortal town, at most she would be called a "fairy" respectfully.

This guy surnamed Xiahou must be disgusting her on purpose!

Chu Yi put his fist on his lips, smiled silently, his brows were warm.

Even though he didn't say anything, Gu Yanfei was sure that he must have heard those exaggerated whispers just now.

Gu Yanfei pursed her red lips, and looked away arrogantly, feeling a little bit annoyed in her heart.

The person surnamed Xiahou is probably hiding somewhere and watching her jokes.

Thinking of this, Gu Yanfei gritted his teeth secretly, raised his head as if nothing had happened, and the lines of his chin and neck became more and more beautiful and slender, giving him a breezy look.

She raised her eyes to look at Chu Yi, and asked lightly, "Where is the eldest princess?"

Chu Yi has seen all kinds of her, embarrassed, cunning, confident, aggressive, and smiling... But this is the first time seeing her like this, and her eyes have become softer .

He didn't want to make her angry, and An Le's condition...

Chu Yi's heart sank, his eyes condensed slightly, and he raised his hand and made a silent gesture. A middle-aged servant behind him immediately understood, bowed to accept his orders, and hurriedly retreated.

Those common people were all looking forward to it, but the twenty or so yamen servants were sweating profusely, their whole bodies were wet as if they had been fished out of the water, and their hearts were as cold as ice.

Before the eldest princess came, Jing Zhaoyin hurriedly arrived first.

Looking back and forth between the emperor on the tower and Chu Yi, Zhang Min and others below, Jing Zhaoyin frowned and stood aside with a solemn expression.

He quickly exchanged a look with a figure in the crowd, then stood with his hands down and his eyebrows down.

Immediately, a servant noticed Jing Zhaoyin's arrival, and whispered something to the emperor.

The emperor nodded, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a wheelchair being slowly pushed over.

When the wooden wheels of the wheelchair rolled, they made a rattling sound.

The onlookers looked over in search of sound, wanting to see what kind of character this rumored eldest princess was.

Seven or eight feet away, a little girl in a purple cloak was sitting in a wheelchair, and was slowly pushed over by a white-faced and beardless servant.

The little girl who was not yet ten years old was thin and frail, her face was pale, her pupils were black and white, and her cheeks were so thin that they were slightly sunken, as if being blown away by a gust of wind.

The maid serving next to her carefully supported An Le's shoulders, for fear that she would bump into her.

All the people stared wide-eyed in shock, staring blankly at An Le in the wheelchair.

Originally, in their imagination, the eldest princess would be a domineering, domineering girl, lawless. In order to survive, she did not hesitate to trade her life for her own, and ordered her servants to kidnap children in the capital.

But I didn't expect this eldest princess to be so weak, so pitiful, completely incompatible with the proud and conceited girl in "Drunk and the Golden Bough"!

"Brother Big Emperor," An Le softly called to Chu Yi, still very weak, his voice was erratic and feeble, "Let Royal Father help them find the child."

"They lost their child, they must be very anxious, very worried, very scared."

"Brother Dahuang, please tell Father...don't be angry. If I... get lost, Father will also be... anxious."

An Le's voice was soft and gentle, intermittent because of her weakness.

Such a simple little girl is like a piece of pure white paper, and also like a crystal-clear spring water, which can be seen at a glance. No one can believe that this is a vicious and vicious person.

Just looking at her, I can't help feeling sympathy and pity.

The people who were closer also heard what An Le said, and couldn't help but tell the rest of the people behind, spreading the word to ten, ten to hundreds.

Is there really any misunderstanding in this? !

Many people couldn't help but have this thought in their hearts, shaking their original firm belief.

Even the scholar Zhang Min was a little uncertain. The eldest princess looked younger than his daughter, but also weak, like a fragile porcelain doll, as if it would break if touched.

Chu Yi gently stroked Anle's soft hair, and comforted him softly: "Don't worry, father knows it well."

He also knew it in his heart.

A icy cold light quickly flashed across Chu Yi's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

When facing An Le, he is always her gentle and reliable elder brother.

An Le looked at Gu Yanfei again, and smiled happily: "Sister."

This smile added a little blush to her pale cheeks, making her a little more vivid.

That's great, she still had time to hand over the white rabbit lantern she and Brother Dahuang made to her sister.

From the moment An Le appeared, Gu Yanfei's eyes fell on An Le's small face like everyone else, but she was observing An Le's complexion.

Pale.

The breath is weak.

Yintang turned black.

When she met An Le for the first time the day before yesterday on a painting boat in the palace, although An Le was a little weak, she was not so weak that her life was hanging by a thread.

Just judging from An Le's face at the moment, it seems that she has only her last breath in her body.

If this breath is vented, her life will be gone.

Gu Yanfei can conclude that An Le's life expectancy may not exceed twenty hours if left unchecked.

Gu Yanfei narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, his thoughts racing.

As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain.

But in fact, there is a process for the deterioration of any disease. After all, a disease is not a knife, and it will kill people with a single knife.

So, when Gu Yanfei heard the news that the eldest princess was critically ill this morning, she clearly realized one thing——

It's not a disease.

If it's not a disease, what else?

Poisoned?

or……

Gu Yanfei's pupils fluttered slightly, and he walked to An Le's side in three steps at a time, pinched her right wrist, and with just a light touch, his face changed.

Gu Yanfei muttered to himself: "Gu!?"

Her voice was very soft, and only Chu Yi, who was closest to her, heard it.

Chu Yi's complexion changed, his eyes sank, and he looked down at An Le's pale face.

Gu Yanfei took out her needle bag, took a silver needle from it, stared at An Le's black eyes, and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid."

An Le smiled obediently: "I'm not afraid."

An Le was weak and sickly. Over the years, she drank more medicine than water, and the imperial physician would do acupuncture and bloodletting for her from time to time. She's already used to this.

"It doesn't hurt." Gu Yanfei quickly pricked An Le's ring finger with a silver needle.

Her movements were quick, and before An Le could react, the silver needle had already been taken back by Gu Yanfei.

A drop of bright red blood escaped from An Le's fingertips.

From the perspective of ordinary people, this is not wrong.

But in Gu Yanfei's view, the drop of blood on the silver needle was very wrong.

The blood is filled with a wisp of thin gray gas, which cannot be seen by the naked eye.

It is Gu.

Gu is the king of all insects, put ten thousand poisonous insects in an urn and devour each other, one year later, the last remaining poisonous insect is "Gu".

There are many kinds of cups, and different methods can produce different Gu, golden silkworm Gu, unicorn Gu, snake Gu, stone Gu, swollen Gu, poisonous god... There are hundreds of them that she knows, but she doesn't know There are countless Gu.

Gu is much more troublesome than poison!

Gu Yanfei looked at the drop of blood on the tip of the needle, and his expression became unusually serious.

The air instantly turned heavy, and the dark clouds in the sky piled up in the sky again at some point, as if a mountain rain was about to come.

The gate of the palace was getting more and more crowded, and more people heard the news that Sheng Jia had come to Chengtian Gate, and came in a hurry, wanting to see the holy face, and some people left quietly without disturbing anyone.

A young man in gray rode his horse and galloped through the streets and alleys of the capital, heading towards Yu's house in the south of the city.

Before him, there was another person who left from the right gate of Chang'an half an hour ago, and also went to Yu's house.

At this time, the man had arrived at the outer courtyard hall of the Yu residence, and was reporting what happened at the palace gate to the head of the Yu family.

Outsiders thought that Mrs. Yu came to Beijing with her niece this time, but no one knew that Patriarch Yu also came quietly.

The British princess Yu Shi is also in the hall, sitting at the bottom of the head.

In the hall, there was a depressing and dignified atmosphere.

"...the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion failed to stop him. The scholar named Zhang Min had already sounded the Dengwen Drum half an hour ago." The middle-aged man standing in the center of the hall kept his fists folded, respectfully Saggy slightly.

After the report, the middle-aged man stood there like an ancient pine tree, motionless and no longer speaking.

There was a dead silence in the house.

The faces of the brothers and sisters of the Yu family were not very good-looking. Thick clouds rushed over their foreheads, and their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley.

The whole thing has gone out of control and gone in the other direction, completely beyond their expectations.

Yu Shi tightly clutched the handkerchief in his hand, his face sank like water, and he said angrily: "What the hell is Shangqing doing?!"

"How could he make things like this?!"

She frowned deeply, her voice was high-pitched, and she could no longer maintain her aristocratic demeanor.

This matter was originally a game with the life and death of the eldest princess as the bargaining chip.

Since the eldest princess was dying, when the Shangqing proposed to the emperor to use the heart and blood of boys and girls to refine the heart pill, whether the emperor was willing or not, it didn't matter anymore.

With this reason, they can add fuel to the fire.

As long as someone splashes blood on the spot at the right gate of Chang'an, public anger will inevitably be provoked, and all the people will believe that the emperor is a cruel and ruthless tyrant.

In this way, they can logically push the people to the opposite of the emperor, causing the emperor to be unpopular.

At that time, Kang Wang only needs to raise his arms, not only the aristocratic family, but even those poor families will stand with Kang Wang to fight against the emperor.

Those who lose the hearts of the people lose the world!

Naturally, the emperor's dragon chair couldn't sit still.