The water has already been prepared. All it takes is to prick a drop of blood on each of the two people with a silver needle to see the difference. For a while, everyone held their breath and waited for the result.
Seeing Zhou Yong coming over with a slender and sharp silver needle, Tong Jia had already let out a soft cry before pricking her, and hugged Hong Yun a little tighter, with a look of reluctance on her face.
Seeing this, Zhou Yong knew that she felt sorry for her child, and immediately said: "Tong Fujin, don't worry, this needle won't hurt very much."
"Of course it won't hurt if it's not pricking you." Tong Jiashi said sadly: "Hongyun has been sick since he was born. He finally lived peacefully for two days, and his mother was suspicious and pricked him with a needle. My poor child
, I am my elder brother, and you are also my elder brother, why do you have such a miserable life?"
She protected her and refused to let him go. Zhou Yong did not dare to use force and could only stand there awkwardly, neither advancing nor retreating. Seeing that standing still like this was not an option, Nala stood up and walked to Tong Jia and said
: "My sister and I are generally mothers, and we know that Ning
But she doesn't want her child to suffer any injustice. But has my sister ever thought that if she doesn't pass this test, Hongyun will always be burdened with this rumor even when he grows up, and he will never be able to hold his head high as a human being?
Is this what you want to see?"
Seeing that Tong Jia's hand holding the child was a little looser, Nala knew that she was moved by her words, so she softened her tone and said, "Give me the child, as long as he is the prince's own flesh and blood."
Nothing will happen to you, and from now on, both you mother and son can raise their heads in a dignified manner. Your Majesty and I can assure you that no one in this house or outside will be able to talk about you at all!"
"Come, give me the child." She stretched out her hand and looked at Tong Jiashi earnestly.
Although Tong Jia was still full of reluctance, she also knew that if you can escape, you will never escape. Her long fingers painted with orchids gently touched the little face in her arms, and Honghui suddenly grinned at her little mouth that had not yet grown teeth.
She smiled innocently.
That smile made Tong Jia's heart suddenly twitch, tears fell uncontrollably, and her fingers trembled violently, almost like a convulsion.
After a long time, she finally retracted her hand and handed Hong Yun into Nala's hands. Just as Nala was holding Hong Yun and turning around, Huamei, who had been standing behind Tong Jia, had a slight glint in her eyes and walked quietly to the side.
After a few steps, he stood not far behind Ling Ruo.
I don't know whether it was because Hongyun left his mother's arms or because he knew someone was going to prick him with a needle. He who was still laughing just now suddenly collapsed and started crying. His short limbs kept moving, as if he was trying to break away from Nala's family.
In his arms, it was a little difficult to get an acupuncture for a while.
Yinzhen frowned, beckoned Zhou Yong to come closer, took the silver needle and pricked it hard on his left index finger, and immediately a drop of bright red blood dropped into the clear water.
Zhou Yong bowed and stepped away, walking towards Nala who was coaxing Hong Yun. When he passed where Ling Ruo was sitting, he suddenly heard a soft cry. Before he could see it clearly, he was hit by someone and staggered forward.
He fell several steps, but he didn't fall, but the bowl of water in his hand was spilled cleanly.
"What's wrong?" Yinzhen looked at Ling Ruo who suddenly stood up, feeling very strange.
Ling Ruo looked behind with a strange expression and found that the thrush ghost Chongchong was hiding behind. Just now he was only paying attention to Tong Jia, but he didn't notice when this girl ran up behind him.
She was sitting just now when she suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her back. She jumped up unexpectedly and knocked Zhou Yong who happened to be passing in front of her. At this moment, there was still a slight pain in her back.
Seeing that Yinzhen was still waiting for her reply, he hurriedly said truthfully: "I suddenly felt pain in my back just now, so I couldn't control myself and stood up."
Nian sneered and said leisurely: "If it doesn't hurt in the morning, it won't hurt in the later. It just hurts when Zhou Yong brings the bowl with the prince's blood on it. Ling Fujin, you are in such pain at the right time."
Ling Ruo lowered his head and ignored her. After sitting down in the chair again, he quietly wiped his hand on his back, and a little blood appeared on his white fingertips.
Guarjia watched this scene calmly, raised her sleeves to cover her lips and said softly: "I just told you from Zhongzhi, before you stood up, Huamei leaned towards you, as if he was holding something in his hand.
Something. You said it stung, and there was blood, so I guess it was probably something like a needle that was stabbing you."
Ling Ruo was shocked and angry. She turned around and gave Huamei, who was hiding behind others, a hard glance. She was so frightened that she immediately shrank back.
Since the water has been spilled, the blood in it is naturally useless. After Zhou Yong fetched another bowl of water, he said ashamedly: "Please give me more blood, Your Majesty."
Yinzhen didn't say anything, and just pricked another needle and dripped blood into the water. Then Zhou Yong brought it to Nala and prepared to prick the needle and draw blood.
This time there was no surprise, but Hong Yun, who had stopped crying, suddenly started breathing rapidly, and his face turned red from holding back. He wanted to cry but couldn't. He just couldn't stop breathing. Na Lashi saw with his own eyes that face turned red.
turn green, head
Encountering this kind of situation once, Nala's feet were so frightened that he was still somewhat awake. He knew that this was a symptom of an asthma attack. After looking around, he said anxiously to Tong Jia: "Brother Yun usually takes care of the patient."
Where is the sachet on your body?"
At that time, after the imperial physician brought Hong Yun's condition under control, he was afraid that he would not have time to call the imperial physician if he relapsed, so he specially prepared a sachet with several flavors of medicine that could relieve the symptoms of asthma attacks and gave it to Hong Yun. The sachet contained seven medicines.
Change it every day to ensure its efficacy. This sachet is never leaving your body.
Tong Jia was already panicking and said at a loss: "Isn't the sachet... just hanging on Hong Yun's body? Is it hidden in his clothes?"
Nala quickly opened Hong Yun's clothes, and sure enough, she saw a red sachet with medicinal fragrance inside. She immediately put it under Hong Yun's nose, but she didn't see any effect at all.
His expression became more and more wrong.
This sudden change had already attracted everyone here, and Yinzhen quickly walked up to Nala. Seeing Hong Yun's scary face and extremely rapid breathing, he knew something was wrong, so he opened Hong Yun's collar.
While saying: "Go to the palace immediately and ask for the imperial doctor."
Zhou Yong quickly agreed, put the bowl down, and hurried out. The blood that had condensed gradually began to smudge over time, until the entire bowl of water was dyed red, giving off an evil feeling.
beautiful.
Tong Jia took Hong Yun away and held him in her arms. She kept touching Hong Yun's face, hoping that he would get better soon. However, things went against expectations. Hong Yun's condition became worse and worse, and Zhou Yong never stopped.
She was so anxious that she burst into tears. There was nothing she could do, so she hugged Hong Yun and ran outside.
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed, crying: "God, please don't take Hong Yun away. I just have a child named Hong Yun. He is so young and can't even walk. Please don't take him away so cruelly."
I would rather lose ten or twenty years of my life, as long as he is safe!"