Murong Jie raised the corner of his lips, a faint ironic smile rose, "You want to negotiate terms with this king?"
"Yes!" King Nan Huai's attitude was already respectful, but he was more confident.
"Speak!" Murong Jie said coldly.
Prince Nan Huai was slightly shorter than him, but he straightened his chest and tried to overpower Murong Jie in terms of momentum, but it was obviously unsuccessful. "I want to go back to the Southern Kingdom."
"If you want to return to the South, just ask the emperor for permission. The emperor will be very happy that you made such a request." Murong Jie said.
Nan Huai Wang smiled sarcastically, "That was in the past, but now he won't allow me to go back."
"You tried every possible means to stay in the capital, why do you suddenly want to go back to the South?"
Prince Nan Huai smiled sadly, "What's the point of me staying in the capital now? I'm under house arrest, not to mention anything else, I can't even go out."
The reason why he was sent back was because he had the conditions for rebellion. Although they were not mature enough, if he tried hard, he could still shake the Great Zhou. At that time, the imperial court did not have enough manpower to deal with it.
Therefore, the emperor kept him in the capital, firstly, to keep an eye on him, and secondly to curb Murong Jie.
But now it is different. The Xianbei have been repelled, the war with the Northern Desert has stopped, the external aggression has ceased, and now it is the time for internal strife in the Qing Dynasty. The emperor can now deal with Murong Jie and no longer needs him as a pawn.
He will die before getting rid of Murong Jie.
If he hides back in the south, he at least has a glimmer of hope.
If he stayed in Beijing, he would surely die.
Murong Jie pondered for a moment and said, "I promise you that as long as Zi'an wakes up, I will go to the palace and ask the emperor to allow you to return to the Southern Kingdom."
Prince Nan Huai breathed a sigh of relief and bowed, "Thank you, Seventh Brother!"
Shangqiu took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out two pills, ate one himself, and handed the other to Murong Jie, "This is the resurrection pill I developed. Grind it into powder and let the princess take it. Within an hour, the princess will wake up."
"If it's poisonous..." Murong Jie pinched the medicine with two fingers, his eyes as cold as icicles on the eaves in the coldest days of winter, "I will cut you into pieces and dismember you."
"Your Highness, please let us stay here until the princess wakes up. I have also taken the medicine." Shangqiu said fearlessly.
Murong Jie was not so easy to deal with. He turned around and looked at Rouyao, "Take two poison pills from Zi'an's medicine box and give them to them. If Zi'an is fine, give them the antidote."
There is some poison in Zi'an's medicine box, which was given to him by Xia Lin before.
Rouyao knew which ones they were, so she immediately opened Zi'an's medicine box, took out two black poison pills and handed them to Murong Jie.
King Nan Huai and Shang Qiu didn't even look at the pills, they just took one and swallowed it.
Seeing how straightforward they were, Murong Jie did not hesitate and asked Rouyao to grind the medicine into powder and feed it to them.
It's not poisoning, nor is it an illness, but he can get better with the help of a so-called resurrection pill. There is something behind it.
Murong Jie knew it in his heart, and King Nan Huai and Shangqiu also knew that Murong Jie knew it in his heart, but they were not afraid, because this was a deal.
There is no absolute fairness in transactions.
There was no need to wait for an hour, but about half an hour later, Zi'an's eyes began to move.
"Zian!"
Murong Jie had been sitting beside the bed watching over her, and when he saw her move, he called out to her immediately.
Zi'an slowly opened her eyes, her eyes somewhat unfocused. She stared at Murong Jie for a while, then looked at the others and asked weakly, "Why are there so many people?"
"Rouyao!" Murong Jie hurriedly called Rouyao over to take her pulse.
Rouyao squeezed over, took Zi'an's wrist, took his pulse, listened for a while, checked his eyes and tongue, and breathed a sigh of relief, "The pulse is much calmer now."
Shangqiu and King Nan Huai looked at each other, with no expression on their faces.
"Old Eight!" Murong Jie stood up and looked at him with a stern expression. "This is the last time. I will let you go. But before you leave, you'd better give me a good reason to explain why your so-called resurrection pill can save Zi'an."
Prince Nan Huai said calmly: "Seventh brother, don't doubt it. I swear to heaven that it wasn't me. I just happened to know it."
"who?"
Prince Nan Huai shook his head and said, "Seventh Brother, go investigate it yourself. It's not me after all. If it were me, I wouldn't be here."
“If I find out it’s you, even if you return to the South Country, I will make you live a life worse than death.” Murong Jie said harshly.
Prince Nan Huai was not afraid at all. He took a step back and bowed, "I will wait for the good news from my seventh brother."
"Give him the antidote and let them go!" Murong Jie said to Rouyao.
Rouyao took out the antidote from the medicine box and handed it to Shangqiu, who took it and said, "Thank you, County Lord, for the medicine."
The two of them bowed to each other again and then left.
Zi'an was confused, "What's going on?"
She propped herself up, and Murong Jie quickly walked over to support her, frowning, "Don't move, lie down first."
Zi'an said, "It's okay, I'm fine, I've had enough sleep."
She looked around and saw Xiao Xiao in the room. She was startled, "You're back? So soon?"
"You've been sleeping for three days." Murong Jie said.
Zian was shocked, "I slept for three days? What's going on?"
"Don't you remember anything?" Murong Jie asked worriedly.
Zi'an thought hard, raised his hazy and blank eyes, "We will hold a banquet to entertain Qin Zhou, and then, then..."
She suddenly looked at Hu Huanxi and froze. She remembered that she saw Hu Huanxi holding a mobile phone in her hand and taking pictures continuously. She walked over, but found that the camera in her hand was actually a wine glass.
When everyone saw her looking at Hu Huanxi, they also looked at Hu Huanxi.
Hu Huanxi was stunned, "What?"
Zi'an knew that he had caused a misunderstanding, and quickly said, "I was walking towards Huanxi, wanting to have a drink with her, but I realized I didn't bring a wine glass. When I was about to turn back, I felt dizzy, and I don't remember anything after that."
"You've been in a coma for three days. Did you have nightmares continuously during these three days?" Murong Jie supported her and saw that there were still beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, so he reached out and wiped them away.
Zi'an shuddered all over and nodded in fear, "Yes, I keep having nightmares. They are horrible."
"Zi'an, do you remember that you tried it once before?" Hu Huanxi frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you? Do you know it yourself?"
"Before..." Murong Jie looked at Hu Huanxi.
Hu Huanxi said, "It was the day you came back from Beimo. I came to see Zi'an at noon. Xiaosun was crying and said she couldn't wake up. Later, I came in and called her, and she woke up after a long time."
Murong Jie frowned, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think anything was wrong at the time." Zi'an was still a little dazed, giving her the illusion that she was still in a dream.
It's all so weird.
"What's going on with King Nan Huai and Shang Qiu being here just now?" Zi'an asked.
"It was Shangqiu who gave you a resurrection pill, and that's why you woke up." Hu Huanxi said.
"Resurrection Pill?" Zi'an felt very strange. "Does he know what disease I have?"
"He never treated you at all, he just said you would wake up after taking the medicine."
Rouyao came over and asked, "Zi'an, you are a doctor yourself, don't you know what happened to you?"
Zi'an shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If you can heal yourself, you won't heal yourself!"
(End of this chapter)