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Chapter 774: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

"Prepare hot water, the more the better."

Shen Qihe's voice was unusually calm, but his hands moved incredibly fast.

He opened the medicine box and took out a pack of silver needles. "And get some clean white cloth."

Zhiqi immediately ordered the palace servants to do it.

Shen Qihe touched Song Yuesheng's wrist with his fingertips, but felt a bone-chilling chill.

He frowned, took out three of the longest silver needles, burned them quickly over the candle flame, and then accurately inserted them into the three acupuncture points on her wrist.

"This is……"

Zhiqi watched as the silver needle was frosted over at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shen Qihe took a deep breath: "Maybe... the cold poison entered the body."

Then, he took out a small celadon bottle from the bottom of the medicine box, poured out a few red pills, crushed them and mixed them with warm water.

The medicine was a strange crimson-purple color, glowing faintly under the candlelight.

Zhiqi suddenly pressed his wrist and said, "Doctor Shen, what is this?"

"Fire Ganoderma."

Shen Qihe didn't look up. "It can temporarily resist the cold."

He carefully lifted the back of Song Yuesheng's neck and fed the medicine into him little by little.

As soon as the medicine entered her mouth, her eyelashes trembled slightly. Although it was fleeting, it made Shen Qihe's heart skip a beat.

Outside the window, the sound of the night watch could be heard faintly.

Shen Qihe took out the last golden needle and roasted it over the candlelight until it turned slightly red.

"It might hurt a little," he whispered, as if comforting someone in a coma.

The golden needle pierced into her Ren Zhong acupoint, and tiny water droplets began to seep out from the tail of the needle, condensing into ice particles the moment they came into contact with the air.

"It works!" Zhenshu exclaimed in a low voice.

Indeed, Song Yuesheng's breathing seemed to have become steadier, although his body temperature was still frighteningly low.

Shen Qihe frowned.

The symptoms were too strange, not like ordinary cold poison, and reminded him of the "Ice Soul" from the Western Regions that his master had mentioned before his death.

——The blood of those who are hit will solidify like ice and they will die within three days.

If this is true, the Fire Ganoderma alone is far from enough.

His eyes fell on the sandalwood box in the corner of the medicine chest, which contained the Nine Yang Pill that his master had exchanged his life for.

His fingertips lingered on the lid of the box for a moment before he finally took it out and handed it to the chess player.

"Crush it in half an hour and feed it to her with clean snow water." He paused, "If she takes it and doesn't wake up in three hours..."

The unfinished words are self-evident.

When Zhiqi took the wooden box, his fingertips were trembling so much that he could hardly hold it. Zhenshu was already in tears, and he bit his lower lip hard to stop himself from crying out loud.

"I can do what I can..." Shen Qihe stood up, and the medicine box made a dull clattering sound, "I have already done everything I can."

As he stepped out of the door, he couldn't help but look back. Through the swaying gauze curtains, he could vaguely see the pale profile of the person on the couch.

A bitter taste suddenly arose in my throat, as if I had swallowed a whole bowl of unprocessed Coptis chinensis.

Song Yuesheng, you made me become like this.

Until you pay off this debt, you have to... live well.

……

Song Yuesheng seemed to have fallen into a long dream.

In the dream, she couldn’t survive the first New Year’s Eve in the cold palace.

That night, the palace was decorated with lights and filled with music and singing, but she curled up in a corner of the Canwu Palace, letting the coldness eat away at her internal organs inch by inch.

Died in a hasty manner, buried simply.

Two kind little palace maids buried her under a paulownia tree.

But the soul lingered around and became the most calm spectator of the secret affairs of the palace.

She looked at He Yingxue, who was sometimes charming and lively, and sometimes gentle and dignified, and bewitched the five male protagonists.

When the truth about two souls in one body was revealed, the male protagonists all chose the soul that could speak "shocking" words.

Auspicious day and time, Nanshan witchcraft.

They set up an altar in the Imperial Observatory and deceived the dignified soul into thinking that they were sacrificing another "self".

The moment the blood dripped onto the star disk, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The dignified He Yingxue is dead.

But this is not the end.

"He Yingxue's" body deteriorated at an alarming rate.

Wen Yu and Yan Wujiu collected rare and precious medicines from all over the world.

Suzhenhe delivers nourishing dietary supplements every day.

Lin had no time to study Nanshan witchcraft.

Shen Qihe read through all the medical books and even used the Nine Yang Pill, but he could only watch her lose weight day by day under the quilt.

A month later, her fingers finally drooped limply.

The grief of the male protagonists resounded throughout the palace.

But when they remembered that their loved ones came from another world, they searched frantically for the passage between the two worlds.

Three years later, the stars on the observatory of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory were shining brightly, and an invisible door slowly opened in the moonlight...

This is the end.

They and the heroine run in two different worlds and celebrate the event together.

"Shh!"

"Boom!"

No one noticed that the person on the bed moved his fingers slightly.

Zhiqi was thrown heavily to the ground, and his knees hit the blue bricks with a dull sound.

She gritted her teeth and propped herself up, the dagger in her hand glowing coldly in the candlelight.

"No one is allowed to take the queen away." Her voice was hoarse and there was blood at the corners of her mouth.

Not far away, next to the clothes rack, Zhenshu had already fallen unconscious, and the bloodstain on his forehead was particularly glaring on his pale face.

Jackdaw's mask shone with metallic luster in the shadows. "I'll say it one last time. This is His Majesty's will."

His fingers pressed on the hilt of the knife. "Even if Concubine Heng is injured, she can be better cared for by His Majesty's side."

"No one is allowed to..."

Zhiqi repeated mechanically, his hand holding the knife was shaking violently, but he still blocked the bed tightly, "Your Majesty... It's not possible..."

Jackdaw's eyes darkened.

Once the Second Young Master gets ruthless, he will be even more ruthless than the master. If we delay any further...

He showed no mercy, and an iron walnut flew out from his fingers, hitting the acupoint of the chess player accurately.

Just as he reached out to help Song Yuesheng, a cold light flashed from under the pillow.

The dagger grazed his chest, tearing a hole in his black suit.

"Miss Song!"

Jackdaw knelt on one knee, and said anxiously under the mask, "Your Majesty is injured. Please follow me."

Song Yuesheng forced himself to sit up, his temples throbbing.

Crow mask.

Wen Yu's loyal followers.

"Your Majesty is injured and there are imperial physicians to treat him." Her voice was weak but firm. "I am also injured and now I don't even have the strength to get out of bed. How can I go?"

Her eyes swept over the unconscious Pillow Book and the chess player, "Besides, my maid..."

Outside the window, the sky in the east was already turning pale.

Jackdaw hesitated for a moment, and finally clasped his fists and said, "If the young lady insists on not agreeing, then I will offend her."

"That's all."

Song Yuesheng interrupted him, "Tell me where His Majesty is, and I will go there later."

She rubbed her temples.

"But you must explain this to my maid."

Jackdaw bowed deeply and left the hall.

Song Yuesheng tried to move his wrists, but found that his whole body was as soft as cotton and he didn't even have the strength to make a fist.

"Sister Yue, how do you feel now?" Blue Sparrow's guilty voice suddenly sounded.

Song Yuesheng's fingers, which were tying her belt, paused slightly, and her plain white shirt made her face look even paler.

"It's almost the same as when the fever subsided." She panted lightly, "I feel weak all over, but I can still move."

"That's good, that's good!"

The blue sparrow flapped its wings, circling in the sea of ​​stars, and emphasized as if to take credit, "I was the one who used the note to call the hero Shen Qihe here last night!"

"I saw him use such a long silver needle to prick you for a long time, and then he gave a box to your maids when he left. They fed you medicine. Here, Sister Yue, it's the box on the table over there."

Song Yuesheng walked over and saw a sandalwood box carved with a nine-petal lotus pattern on the table.

Isn’t this the box containing the Nine Yang Pill that Shen Qihe gave to He Yingxue in the dream?

"Oh, Sister Yue! When you were unconscious, the system suddenly announced that key information had been triggered, and now the complete story of this world can be transmitted to you!"

The sound of the blue sparrow circles excitedly in the sea of ​​stars.

It pounced on the console. "I'll pass it to you now."

Countless images flooded into my mind like a tide.

Song Yuesheng held onto the edge of the table and suddenly raised the corners of his lips.

Dream is not a dream.

It is a combination of the original plot and the wild plot.

Key information...

Song Yuesheng picked up the empty wooden box.

Was the Nine Yang Pill used to extend the heroine's life given to her?