【Havoc in the Royal Hospital】A House of Conspiracies 【130】
"Mrs. Nian." Zhong Xiaoxiao bowed slightly. The general who protects the country is so amazing that he is worthy of admiration.
"Your Majesty, you are so polite, but I am so embarrassed." Mrs. Nian returned the courtesy hurriedly.
The two of them exchanged polite greetings before entering the south-facing wing.
It was early winter, and a stove was lit in the middle of the house, making the whole house warm. However, the surrounding windows were closed, and the room was stuffy, with a burning smell and a slightly unpleasant smell.
Mrs. Nian and Butler Yang seemed to have nothing to do with it. Perhaps they had been in the abalone house for a long time and did not smell the smell!
"Sir, the envoy is here." Mrs. Nian entered the room and said to the old general lying on the bed.
The old general raised his head slightly and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
People who practice martial arts are supposed to be lean and capable, but the face of the old man in front of him is extremely swollen when exposed outside the quilt. The originally sharp eyes are sunken deeply, and the eyeballs look a little bright.
The eyes are cloudy, the vision is scattered, and the focus has been lost.
His body was tightly covered with thick quilts, one after another, but his face was ashen and he seemed to be very afraid of the cold.
"How could it be?" Zhong Xiaoxiao whispered, looking at the old general with a bit of confusion in his eyes.
"Old general, how long have you been back?"
"Your Excellency, it has been more than a month, but instead of getting better, the master's health has worsened. In the past few days, his vision has been somewhat blurred, and this morning, he was unable to speak." Mrs. Nian said here.
, tears quietly fell from his eyes, his voice was choked, and his face was extremely sad.
"Master Ouyang came to see him this morning and said that there was nothing he could do."
There are rare times when Ouyang Fu admits defeat.
"I heard that the injury was to the thigh?"
"One of the old man's legs has been disabled for a long time. The toxicity has been suppressed, and the old man's health has gradually improved. A few days ago, he was even able to get up and go out to bask in the sun. But in the past few days, for some unknown reason, the condition suddenly relapsed."
"Steward Yang, go knock the old general's limbs and see if there is any reaction?" Zhong Xiaoxiao stood far away and ordered Steward Yang who was standing beside him.
"Old General, he only injured his right leg..." Butler Yang spoke, seemingly reluctantly.
"Steward Yang, the envoy said so, so she has a point. Come and help me up." Mrs. Nian was reasonable and did not seem to reject the young Zhong Xiaoxiao.
Waiguakaizao was diligent and stepped forward to help.
One person supported the old general, Wai Gua Zhang Zao and Mrs. Nian, and pinched the old general's uninjured left leg and hands respectively. However, they saw that the old general's swollen face seemed to have no reaction.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, looking quite anxious.
"Old man, old man..." When Mrs. Nian saw this, she lay on top of the old general and cried bitterly.
"Master Ambassador, I just wiped the old man's body yesterday, but my movements were slow, but my limbs still have some slight feeling. How could it happen overnight..."
His limbs were stiff, he lost his voice, and his body was swollen. Zhong Xiaoxiao had already made up his mind and there was no need to check his pulse again.
Seeing blood sealing throat, all the symptoms are very consistent. The only difference is the time of poisoning.
If the blood really seals the throat, how can it be delayed for a month?
I'm afraid that he will be killed on the spot on the battlefield.
Those who are poisoned by this poison will have their heart paralyzed, their blood vessels will be blocked, and their blood will coagulate, leading to death from suffocation.
There is an old saying, seven steps up, eight steps down, nine steps will lead to death. In other words, after seven steps uphill, eight steps downhill, and nine steps downhill, you will definitely die.
It was absolutely impossible that he could still be alive and well after returning to the county from the frontier. He was re-treated by Ouyang for more than a month before all the symptoms suddenly appeared at the same time.
"Did you vomit blood this morning?" Zhong Xiaoxiao thought for a moment, raised his eyes, and spoke again.
Mrs. Nian almost stopped crying, and answered with a choked sob. "The old man always vomits blood every day, and today is no exception."
"What color?"
"black!"
"Do you remember clearly?" Zhong Xiaoxiao suddenly raised his voice.
"I took care of it myself, so I remember it clearly." Mrs. Nian reached out to wipe away the tears on her face and said without hesitation.
How could a haggard, even somewhat weathered face have such delicate and smooth hands?
A trace of suspicion flashed in Zhong Xiaoxiao's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
Why is there such a rush to reveal the conspiracy?
There is a hint of weirdness in Wai Gua Pi Zao's careless attentiveness, Ouyang Fu's initiative to give in, and the old woman's logical answers.
See the poisonous tree that seals its throat with blood. In hot areas, there must be an antidote for anything poisonous within a hundred steps.
Looking at the climate of Zealandia, with warm winters and cool summers, it should be between the subtropical zone and the temperate zone. Is there such a plant?
Moreover, King Xilan hated poisons the most in his life, and the sale of all poisons was strictly prohibited in Xilan.
Sealing the Throat at the Sight of Blood does not require preparation. It is a purely natural poison. Who on earth has the ability to obtain such a poison?
Even if that old man Ouyang Fu had resentment towards him, how could he take an innocent life to frame him?
Could it be Li Moruo?
After what happened last night, Li Moruo seemed to have disappeared. Even if he had enough time, how could he hide it?
As for Mo Yuhua, his suicide failed and he was trapped by the Mo family's hands and feet, locked in his own courtyard, unable to fly.
As for the second prince Murong Yunfei, no matter how much he resented himself, there was no way he would do such an outrageous thing.
What's more, I heard early in the morning that the second prince had left the palace late yesterday night and was nowhere to be found.
Could it be...
A cold sweat broke out on Zhong Xiaoxiao's back?
If it were him, everything would be explained.
"Your Majesty, can this old man be saved?" Mrs. Nian's soft voice woke up Zhong Xiaoxiao, who was deep in thought.
She raised her eyes, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.
"Help." She said the two words crisply, and she who had been alert for a long time clearly saw a flash of surprise in the depths of Mrs. Nian's moist eyes.
But she suddenly knelt down and knelt down toward the door.
"Thank God, thank God." He muttered the words.
"Go and ask the third young master to come over." To detoxify, of course you need an antidote. It's hard to find an antidote when your throat is blocked by blood, and it's even harder to find an antidote.
Naturally, there is no imperial hospital. There is only one possible place in the county.
Of course, this time she will not act rashly like last time.
Butler Yang glanced at Mrs. Nian, but did not move.
Mrs. Nian was also a little confused, why did she suddenly mention her youngest son?
"This court has its own way to help the old general, but if you don't cooperate well, I'm afraid the old general's tone will not last long."
"Steward Yang, hurry up and go." Mrs. Nian ordered, and Steward Yang left in a hurry.