The imperial doctor was deeply frightened and said, "Your Majesty, the ministers and others are incompetent, and the Emperor has been suffering from illness."
"I don't blame you, maybe I have committed too many sins." The emperor smiled, saying this, but his expression was completely different.
Committing evil? The emperor himself can say this, and others can't even guess a word.
"Do you think I can recover?" the emperor asked the doctor.
The imperial doctor said: "The emperor is blessed with great blessings..."
"Don't talk about the situation, I want to know the facts."
The imperial doctor secretly complained in his heart. Didn't he already know the truth
"Say it!" the emperor raised his voice and asked sharply.
The imperial doctor quickly said: "According to the princess, the emperor's condition is now under control. As long as the medicine is taken and the acupuncture is continued, there will be no serious problems."
"Continue to apply acupuncture?" The emperor frowned, "Have you watched her apply acupuncture so many times and still failed to master the key?"
"Acupuncture is really a profound knowledge, and it can't be understood just by looking at it."
The emperor thought for a moment and said: "Let's do this. I will let the princess teach you how to use acupuncture. You all should learn from me. I don't expect to learn everything. If you understand 50%, it will be good."
The imperial doctor was overjoyed and said, "If this is the case, it will really be a blessing for me."
However, the imperial doctor immediately became worried, "But will the princess be willing?"
The emperor smiled slowly, "I also want to know whether she is telling the truth or a lie. If she makes excuses, it proves that she is telling a lie. If she agrees straight away, it is somewhat credible. of."
The imperial doctor looked at him suspiciously, not understanding what he meant.
The emperor waved his hand, "Go out and ask someone to call the princess."
Zian was walking in and out like a revolving door today. Not long after she left, the emperor sent word that she was back. However, it can be seen that the emperor was indeed uneasy.
"Your Majesty!" Zi'an entered the palace and stood with his hands down.
The emperor had a good look on his face, "Princess, I have something to ask you."
"Excuse me, Your Majesty," Zian said.
"Who did you learn acupuncture from?" the emperor asked.
"Back to the emperor, it was Old Prince An Ran who taught me." Zian lied without blushing at all, but it was not a lie, because the golden needle technique was indeed passed down to Old Prince An Ran by Wen Yi. As for the process that passed it to her, In this way, she can be regarded as learning from the old prince An Ran.
But I dare not say that she and old Prince An Ran are the same generation and learned from Wen Yi.
The emperor was startled, "Old Prince An Ran? Is it him?"
"Exactly!" Zian said.
The emperor didn't expect it to be Old Prince An Ran. After being surprised, he asked, "What Old Prince An Ran taught me was the Golden Needle Technique?" Old Prince An Ran learned from Wen Yi and was famous for his Golden Needle Technique.
"Yes!"
The emperor was greatly shocked, "It turned out to be a golden needle technique. I have been famous for it for a long time. I didn't expect it to be a real golden needle technique. No wonder it is so powerful."
Zian smiled and said nothing.
The emperor said: "When Old Prince An Ran taught you the Golden Needle Technique, did he ever say that you were not allowed to teach it to others?"
"No," Zi'an was able to understand the emperor's thoughts to some extent, "Medical skills have no boundaries, and the responsibility is to cure diseases and save people. As long as the golden needle technique can help patients, anyone who is interested can come and learn it."
The emperor smiled and said, "That's very good. Starting tomorrow, when you have free time, you will teach the imperial doctors how to learn golden needles. My medical skills in Dazhou are too backward and far behind those of Liang. That's because the famous doctors stick to their sect." , medical skills cannot be passed down.”
When the emperor said this, he kept staring at Zian, not missing any expression on her face.
Zian didn't hesitate at all and said: "This is a good thing. As long as the imperial doctors are willing to learn, I can teach them without distinction."
The emperor looked at her, "Aren't you afraid that teaching them will threaten you?"
"How can this threaten me? I don't rely on medical treatment to make money to support myself. Am I still eating from the imperial court?" Zian laughed, as if what he said was extremely ridiculous.
These words are equivalent to mocking the emperor for judging the heart of a gentleman with a villain's heart.
When the emperor saw her agreeing immediately, his expression became a little unnatural, "Well, just agree. You go first."
"Yes!" Zi Anfu exited.
After leaving Xiwei Palace, Zian's mood was not relaxed. Everyone was laughing just now, but everyone was hiding a ghost, a ghost of mutual suspicion.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier. Zian was walking in the snow, with fine snowflakes under his feet, which made a "squeaking" sound when he stepped on them.
Xiaosun came over holding an umbrella and said softly: "Princess, the snow is heavy, be careful to keep cool."
Zian smiled bitterly, "Xiao Sun, my heart is really cold now."
The emperor asked her to teach the imperial doctors the golden needle technique. In the past, she would have been happy to do so, but she really didn't like medicine being labeled as a conspiracy. The emperor wanted the imperial doctor to use the golden needle technique to control his condition. , the next step is to ask her to teach how to make fake face.
She is happy to impart medical skills and teach these things, but there is something not simple behind them.
"Princess, when others make your heart cold, you can warm your own heart. You don't have to rely on others to give you warmth." Xiaosun suddenly said something very philosophical.
Zian hugged Xiaosun's shoulders and said, "Xiaosun, you have really grown up."
Xiao Sun smiled honestly, "No matter how old you are, you are still not the princess's slave?"
"When you grow up, you will get married, have children, have your own family and your own life."
"No, Xiao Sun won't marry!" Xiao Sun raised her head and said stubbornly.
"Silly boy!" Zian laughed, "Girls have to get married, have their own family, and have someone who loves them."
"Xiao Sun will never meet a man who treats him well. Even if he gets married, his future husband will definitely have three wives and four concubines. Since he can't be single-minded, why should Xiao Sun give in?"
Zian was stunned, he didn't expect these words to come out of the old-fashioned Xiaosun's mouth.
For a moment, I didn't know what to say.
Xiaosun's words also made her realize her luck. If she met other men or fell in love with other men, her whole life here would be a tragedy.
In comparison, she would rather be like this. Although there are constant conspiracies and calculations, the person she loves also loves her wholeheartedly.
Thinking of this, she felt as if she had been given a shot of chicken blood and became excited.
Everything, wait for the uproar at night.
Tonight is a night of assassinations. God knows how many assassins will die tonight.
Xie Han Tower and Su Yue Tower sent a group of people tonight. They were all gangsters with blood on their hands and killed countless people. After the Night King held a "friendly" meeting with them, he gave them poison, and They also bit one in the mouth. If they can escape from the siege, they are lucky and can come to get the antidote. If they cannot escape from the siege and die at the hands of others, they will have to bite the poison and commit suicide. Otherwise, they will be killed by the Night King. When the poison you take takes effect, it will be terrible.
When these great thieves saw the Night King experimenting on a copycat, they all saw that kind of death, and they would rather bite the poison and commit suicide.
Everything is ready, and as soon as the noble concubine gives the order, these people will follow the Night King's instructions and go to Xiwei Palace and the houses of some of the royal family members to carry out assassinations. Of course, the Night King has also arranged sufficient manpower protection, and The thieves were strictly ordered to only hurt people but not their lives. Otherwise, even if they got out alive, they would not be able to get the antidote.
(End of chapter)