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Chapter 562 You might as well start

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The incense on the table is about to burn out, leaving only a thin line, gray-white embers showing laziness.

Mr. Wu leaned forward and asked Zheng Wuji in a low voice: "I wonder if you have any ideas?"

Zheng Wuji touched his chin and said, "I also want to ask, sir, if you were to take the pulse of King Huaiyang, would it be possible to determine whether he is a boy or a girl based on his pulse?"

"If you stay calm, breathe evenly, and treat both left and right hands, it should be possible." Mr. Wu frowned and said in embarrassment, "But it's easier said than done!

The King of Huaiyang had a doctor in his own palace, so it was unlikely that he would let outsiders diagnose his pulse.

If what the adults suspect is true, it will be even more impossible.

No, but as far as the four characters are concerned, the King of Huaiyang is thin, has no beard, and has a high-pitched voice. He does have some female features."

"Oh, many people say that he has a male body and a female face, and is of great wealth." Zheng Wuji said, "Most of the people in the world are those who follow the sect."

"This is so unbelievable that no one would think about it. After all, the King of Huaiyang has wives, concubines, and children." Mr. Wu said, "And the eldest daughter is still the current queen."

"Then, let's test it out first." Zheng Wuji smiled, "I've heard in the past two days that King Huaiyang is feeling unwell. Tomorrow you will come with me to visit King Huaiyang at his residence, and then we can lead the conversation.

I just said that you have great medical skills, and since the prince is ill, I might as well ask you to take a pulse."

"If he asks me to diagnose his pulse, his identity will probably be fine." Mr. Wu immediately understood what Zheng Wuji meant, "If there are three obstacles, there is probably something wrong."

Zheng Wuji nodded: "If he asks for a pulse diagnosis, let's stop this matter. If he refuses... I'm afraid it won't be easy."

"We won't alert the enemy, right?" Mr. Wu was a little worried, "The King of Huaiyang is notoriously suspicious!"

"Even if we do nothing, he will still be suspicious." Zheng Wuji sneered, "If you tell me a thousand words, there will be a fierce fight sooner or later."

"That's true," Mr. Wu nodded, "We might as well take the first step, so that we may have a better chance of winning."

The King of Huaiyang has always kept a low profile since Zheng Wuji took office. Now that the weather has cooled down, he has rarely seen guests.

Butler Yao Yi walked in and took out a small fine porcelain white wine bottle from his arms.

On the round belly of the vase, there are painted begonias with broken branches.

Yao Yi said with a smile on his face: "The old slave saw that the prince has been a little tired recently and has a bad appetite. He specially found this styrax wine from the wine cellar, warmed it on the charcoal fire, and drank it while it was hot. It is the most mild.

Spleen and stomach, dispelling dampness and coldness."

King Huaiyang looked at him and said, "You are the only one in the whole mansion who still understands me."

The two mute servants on the side bowed and left when they saw the butler coming.

"This storax wine was something the eldest princess had to drink every winter solstice when she was still alive." Yao Yi recalled the past while slowly turning the bottle over the fire. "Our house brews dozens of bottles every year. Now,

The only one who knows this skill is the old slave himself."

Very few people use styrax to make wine, even in Ouchi.

The King of Huaiyang couldn't help but sigh after hearing this, and said: "You and I are both old, so there is no need to pass on your skills to others. Just take them to the earth with you!"

No one else can get used to the taste. It’s inevitable that the song will be high-pitched and low-pitched.”

"I have written down the prince's instructions. Being able to stay with the prince is my fate. If there is an afterlife, I will still be willing to serve you. Even if you cannot be born into a human being, it is still good to be a cow and a horse."

Yao Yi spoke so sincerely that his eyes even turned red.

"Next life?" King Huaiyang stared at the charcoal fire in front of him and smiled coldly, full of ridicule, "I don't want anything else in the next life. I have been tired enough in this life!"

"The prince has endured the humiliation, worked hard, and worried a lot for his country and his family!" Yao Yi sighed, "It's just that he suffered in the end."

The King of Huaiyang remained silent for a long time, and then he said, "I haven't seen my father since I was born. What my mother told me the most was to strive for success.

She has been very strong all her life, but unfortunately her father has always refused to fulfill her wishes.

She said that whatever her father owed her, she had to repay. What can I say? I had to bear everything, just to satisfy her."

The aroma of the wine came out slightly. Yao Yi took the wine glass, uncorked the bottle, and poured a glass of warm styrax wine.

The rich aroma is already intoxicating even before you drink it.

Yao Yi advised softly: "Your Majesty, it's going to snow again today, please have a cup of hot wine to relieve the cold.

Weather like this can easily make people feel depressed. If you have a couple of warm glasses of wine and have a good night's sleep, your body will feel better and your spirit will be stronger."

The King of Huaiyang picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. After a sip of hot wine, it seemed as if a fireball was ignited, and then all his limbs and bones became numb. Such comfort made him slightly narrow his eyes.

"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself," Yao Yi said. "As long as you are here, the Queen will be able to rely on you, and the Prince can successfully ascend the throne.

In the future, you will accompany the Imperial Ancestral Temple and be respected by all generations, so that your strategy and hard work will live up to your standards!"

"Now the Cen family's gang is in full swing!" King Huaiyang said, "The emperor loves that bitch so much that he treats her as the same woman he was before.

In fact, it’s just lust that makes the mind go crazy, wishful thinking and pretending to be the past and present lives. Man...ha!"

"The Holy Emperor is indeed a little confused, and he doesn't want to think about who helped him ascend to the throne in the first place." Yao Yi shook his head and said, "No wonder you and the Queen are so cold-hearted."

"The hardest thing to rely on is your kindness!" King Huaiyang drank another glass of wine. He liked this hot wine with a strong aroma, like a flower blooming without any scruples, without any need to cover it up, so unbridled and free.

"However, with you in charge, the Cen family's gang of loaches will not be able to make a big splash after all!" Yao Yi filled up another glass. The King of Huaiyang had a large capacity for wine, and these few glasses of wine were simply insignificant.

"Don't say that," King Huaiyang suddenly became extremely serious. He pointed at the charcoal fire in front of him and said, "There are still bones in the three-thirds of the black place, but the very red part is turned into ashes.

I understand the principle that prosperity must inevitably decline. My Yao family has been prosperous and prosperous for a hundred years, and has supported new emperors three times.

Other families can only look forward to such achievements and sigh with admiration. But every gain must come with a loss, and the emperor has always been afraid of it.

I just hope that I can make the last move steadily during my lifetime. When I get to the end of my life, I can have the face to face my mother. This is enough."

King Huaiyang's voice was hoarse and low, carrying an indelible tiredness.

He was sitting there with a dull expression and an old face. But his clothes were wide and heavy, like silk and satin wrapping a piece of rotten wood.

He is like a puppet, controlled by invisible ropes and will not stop until he dies.

Snowflakes were flying outside the window, carried by the wind, flying and scattering messily, like an uncontrollable fate.
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