I drew a thousand portraits of you based on your appearance." He turned sideways and looked at the stunning figure in the painting, "The other nine hundred and ninety-nine have been destroyed by me, these are
I choose one from a thousand, the best painting. I look at it every day and miss you every day. Unfortunately, no matter how good the painter is, it is still not half as beautiful as your real person. I can’t paint your proud and proud character.
Bring out your clear soul... Do you know how those more than 900 portraits were destroyed? I loved you so much that I touched and kissed you so much that I couldn't bear to touch this portrait. Feng Jingyun,
I love you so much..."
After that, his old and affectionate eyes fell on her again, and his voice became hoarse, "I have lived for more than sixty years, and I have never loved a woman so much, and I have never been so crazy." Feng Jingyun,
Do you want me to take out my heart and give it to you?"
She observed him carefully. His complexion was sallow, and his face had more wrinkles than before. His eye sockets were dark and deeply sunken. His old body, which had gained some muscle due to illness, was so thin that only skin and bones were left.
But he looks very energetic.
He's... addicted to drugs.
There are already poppy flowers in this era, but most people in the world still don’t know that it can be used to make poison. Basically no one knows about it, which doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
In other words, the emperor has been controlled by drugs unknowingly during this period.
Meeting her appraising gaze, the emperor was delighted, "Do you believe what I said?"
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. Your so-called love will only make my stomach churn and make me feel sick. But..." She sneered coldly, "I don't need to argue with you as a dying person."
The emperor was furious, "How presumptuous! What nonsense are you talking about! I am full of energy and my blood is smooth, how can I die? Could it be that I have been infected with some kind of poison..." He became panicked and said, "Miracle Doctor Wangchuan, what are you going to do?
Save me!"
Outside the courtyard, a group of imperial guards waiting for orders, some with excellent hearing, heard what the emperor and Feng Jingyun were saying. Only then did they realize that Feng Jingyun turned out to be the famous goddess doctor Wangchuan. They all felt that the emperor was really real.
He is unusually obsessed with the miracle doctor Wangchuan, and actually expresses his love without hiding it at all, without caring about the eyes of outsiders. It's a bit sick!
"You are not infected with the poison, or even infected with the disease." It is just an addiction, it is a terrifying and fatal thing. And a person like the emperor cannot be saved, and there is no need to save him. Feng Jingyun does not care about the emperor's urgent situation.
Next, let’s reveal the identity of her miracle doctor Wangchuan. After all, many people already know about it, and it won’t be a secret soon.
"Then what do you say..." He didn't understand at all.
Judging from the emperor's complexion, it would take more than a day or two for him to become addicted to the drug. At present, the production of opium poppies in ancient times is not yet developed, so they usually try to mix it into the food. Those who have access to the emperor's food must be people around the emperor.
What you do.
To be able to control the people around the emperor, there must be a certain huge power behind it. Feng Jingyun's eyes swept over the face of the old eunuch An Lu. An Lu just heard her say that the emperor was about to die. Apart from worry, there was no guilt in her eyes. Presumably
He was not the one who poisoned the emperor with opium poppy.
The palace was complicated, and people were eating people without spitting out their bones. She never liked to meddle in such nosy matters, so she said ambiguously, "If the emperor is afraid of death, wouldn't it be obvious if he went back to the palace to recruit an imperial doctor for examination?"
