Jiang Su deliberately said "drag him out and cut off one hand first." instead of "cut off one hand."
Among them, "drag out" requires someone to grab Liang Yue first and then take him out of the hall.
Cutting off a hand is another step. So Liang Yue, knowing that the emperor had the power of speech, thought for a moment and found a way out again.
Jiang Su had no intention of killing him.
If she really kills this person, there is no guarantee that Li Xueqing, the owner of the secret realm, will directly turn black and the entire secret realm will collapse. If she had to start over, she herself wouldn't be able to survive.
"What a coward, I have to protect this secret realm from collapse..."
Jiang Su smiled and sighed silently in his heart.
She was quite happy.
The script kills and eats more, and the fun is satisfying.
"You said there is a monk among those foreign tribes? You want me to assign the monks supported by the palace to help you?" Jiang Su said unhurriedly.
The emperor's fingers tapped lightly on the handle of the dragon chair, like the strings of a piano being slowly twisted, giving him a rare sense of leisure.
The old eunuch on the side noticed this action and guessed in his heart: "It seems that the emperor did not take this matter seriously. But... this is not an easy matter for monks to solve..."
Several ministers standing in the first row frowned slightly. They noticed the emperor's actions and couldn't help but feel nervous. They all guessed: "Is it possible that the emperor doesn't intend to invite those immortals?"
"That's right. Although the emperor's magical powers are not as good as those of immortals, they are still capable of reaching the heavens. How could he be willing to ask others for help?"
"There are mortals from foreign tribes who have entered the path of becoming immortals... What should we do? People in those barbaric lands are unreasonable and do not compromise on the differences between immortals and mortals... What if we come directly to the capital?
Is good."
Each minister has his own worries.
"Li Xueqing" seemed to have a flash of inspiration in front of her eyes. The woman who was originally calm and calm, seemed to have seen some long-awaited treasure.
"Is this...a junior medical practitioner?"
I think the little doctor likes to knock things like this, like a kitten's paw, with ten fingers always trying to catch something.
In fact, as a medical practitioner, Jiang Su has shown extraordinary talent in medicine since birth. When Jiang Suliu realized his daughter's talent, he asked her to become a teenage apprentice at a young age.
Even the matter of the apprentice in his twenties.
I started preparing medicinal materials when I was two or three years old, crushing some dried medicinal materials in my hands. Over time, I developed the habit of grasping and unconsciously moving each finger.
The process of grasping, twisting, and peeling medicinal materials when she was young will allow her to encounter some subconscious spiritual materials one day when she is a teenager, and she will prepare them accordingly without saying a word.
Alchemy cultivators do not have to be familiar with medical science, but they must understand pharmacology. Medical cultivators must not be ignorant of medical science, nor must they be ignorant of pharmacology.
Shen Nong tasted hundreds of herbs and was later worshiped as the God of Medicine by the world. Li Shizhen wrote the Compendium of Materia Medica, which was passed down in the history of the Ming Dynasty.
This is a kind of muscle memory, similar to how a talisman cultivator will subconsciously draw certain runes. The broken squares of the sea of consciousness will naturally dismantle a disguised spiritual weapon.
Although Fang Zhe usually cannot understand and store everything around him because of the damage to the sea of consciousness.
But he happened to have a sharp-edged, irregular and mottled fragment of the sea of consciousness, which was filled with memories about the little medical practitioner.
This small fragment looks more like he personally twisted and spliced it together with bits and pieces of powder.
The time he spent with the little doctor was so long that this piece of him became bigger and bigger. He kept repairing himself, searching for the sunken rocks in the sea of rotten memories, letting the wind and waves beat him.
The disconnected threads between the past fragments and powders are actually threads formed by Jiang Su's spiritual power.
"Li Xueqing" opened and closed her lips in the bustling hall. In the eyes of some observing ministers, her lips and teeth actually seemed to be stumbling.
"Little...deer."
All the twists and turns, he couldn't call the little doctor. There were no immortals in the world, so why did he call the doctor?
He couldn't summon Jiang Su, and there were several monks hiding their true identities in the secret realm, pretending to be complacent, but in reality they were competing for inheritance.
The aura of danger lingered in his heart, and he could not call her name or her identity.
He can only call...his her.
The little deer in the forest bends down to eat grass in the morning and drinks from the clear spring of the stream at noon.
The wind blows back and forth to look at the distant mountains, which are hidden in the mirror of the water.
At night, if the fawn is misbehaved, the fawn will not sleep.
The hall suddenly fell silent at this moment, and everyone looked at "Master Li" who was muttering to himself in confusion.
This important minister in the court and a hero among women, with that gentle figure, actually looked crazy.
Jiang Su's hearing was very good, not to mention that she never opened her eyes after coming to the secret realm. Within a few hours, she re-adapted to the old experience of having her four senses enhanced.
She heard it...
There is a woman calling the deer crazily...
The emperor's face was expressionless, but Jiang Su was startled.
She had heard this title before, not once or twice, but over and over again from a crazy swordsman.
"Fangzhe?"
Almost immediately she realized that her old patient was lying on top of the hall.
"It's a female voice...the voice is gentle and pleasant to the ear, and it's not unfamiliar. This distance..."
The aloof emperor suddenly stood up from the throne and walked slowly down the three steps without the support of others.
Lin Gao needed help from a eunuch, but Jiang Su didn't.
The emperor closed his eyes tightly, as if he was using his ears to find the sounds of nature.
He walked towards his important minister, the highest-ranking female official in the court.
"Li Xueqing..."
The emperor crushed these three words and said them between his teeth, and the breath entangled in his upper teeth and lips was exhaled at this moment.
Mianqi's glazed beads swayed slightly, and the corners of his lips rose at this moment, just like red plums blooming in the snow but pink plums blooming, which does not reflect the season but only the scenery.
"You can make it easy for me to find you."
"Break..."
"Li Xueqing" opened her eyes wide, as if meteors were falling into her pupils, which can be said to be a clear-sighted eye that reflects emotions.
He recognized it.
She recognized it.
The surrounding ministers were all stunned. Their mouths that were slightly open were closed in shock when they saw the emperor stepping down from the throne, for fear that they would not be able to catch the fluid in their mouths.
"This...this, this, this...why did the emperor step down?? Why did he step down from the dragon throne during the court session??!"
"This, this, this...why is the emperor closing his eyes??? Could it be that he has some eye disease??? Or is it that the royal family has some kind of destiny power???"
"What is the emperor talking about?? What? He walked in front of Mr. Li... Could it be that he wanted to kill Mr. Li? Mr. Li's life... The emperor still wanted to kill General Liang Yue??!"
"Duan... who is the emperor calling? Is it the bodyguard Duan Baoping, a secret guard named Duan, or... Shangshu Duan Xiangwang??"
Jiang Su felt happy at this time.
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"Good patient, good patient, tsk tsk tsk, now this secret realm is fun."
Jiang Su didn't have any sentimental thoughts. She felt that something big was going to happen.