"Yes, I arranged for someone to secretly protect Master Jin." Lao Mo said.
Fu Jingheng didn't look back until Wen Jin was out of sight.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid that Lord Jin misunderstood that you were protecting Duanmu Fu, and I feel sad." Mo Gan said softly from the side: "Actually, if Lord Jin is unhappy with Duanmu's family again, it's really hard for you to be with Duanmu Fu again now. The imperial masters had a falling out, and they were obviously protecting Lord Jin. The big plan failed. Concubine Lou and her son Nanfan Wang Fu Chang were ambitious, and the regent also coveted the jade seal. You also have difficulties. At this juncture, you have to win over the ministers and give Jin a cold shoulder. Where's the master? You still don't fully believe that Master Jin is from Lao Wen's side, right?"
"Old Mo, she said she only wrote one hundred and twenty letters." Fu Jingheng nodded, "She divided the letters into two categories. Don't mess up. I have been busy with the turmoil and take a closer look. Before, I also felt that Some of the letters are so detailed that they make people laugh, while others are direct and direct and are related to multiple assassinations."
"Yes." Mo Gan bowed and said, "Your Majesty is suspicious that besides Lord Jin, there are still people close to you who are in contact with Lao Wen."
"If there is, it's best." Fu Jingheng waited until Wen Jin could no longer be seen, then stepped down from the Yanque Terrace and entered the imperial study. "Summon Zhang Yuan to discuss the matter in the imperial study. The antidote to the chronic poison of the victims needs to be solved as soon as possible. .
Zhang Yuanjing and others came in to discuss matters, but they had not reported yet.
But when he saw your Majesty taking out his seal from his lapel, he took out a bronze medal. He immediately lost his composure and covered his eyes with his hands, unable to control himself for a moment. The predators were making trouble, the political situation was treacherous, and the throne was unstable. , how should I keep this stain that makes me sad...
The Imperial Hospital looked at each other, not daring to speculate on the Holy Will.
Zhang Yuan thought that your Majesty was poisoned by the people of Nanguo and cried anxiously. Wow, your Majesty is such a sweetheart. He immediately said: "Your Majesty! I must develop an antidote as soon as possible. It will be developed within three months. Come up with the antidote.”
"Three months?" Fu Jingheng lowered his hands from his eyes, managing his emotions that were on the verge of bursting. While sealing the fold on the bottom of his hand, there was a hint of fog on his long eyelashes, "The people have been poisoned to death! I will give you ten at most. In a few days, give me the antidote!"
"Ten days! That's not enough time... I'm afraid the development of new drugs cannot be that fast. The slow poison used by the thieves is very strange. It seems mild, but it is actually poisonous." Zhang Yuan found it difficult.
"Is my tiger head guillotine poisonous?"
"Tiger head guillotine is naturally much more poisonous than slow poison! I will do my best to develop an antidote!" Zhang Yuan said, sweating through his clothes.
***
Wen Jin left the palace gate and sat on the flower bed by the moat in the early morning. She lowered her eyes and savored the love and sorrow. Occasionally, there were couples walking hand in hand on the moat. She averted her eyes and did not dare to take a closer look.
A piece of silk handkerchief was slowly handed to her eyes, "Jin'er, I'm crying."
His voice was gentle, like a spring breeze caressing people. Wen Jin suddenly raised her cheeks and met Jiang Huaizhou's gentle eyes.
"Brother."
"Yes. I have followed you all the way since you left the palace." Jiang Huaizhou knelt down and gently wiped her eyes with a silk handkerchief. "If you had followed me yesterday, you wouldn't have been covered in bruises. Little fool, don't hit me. Never look back. My brother said, Your Majesty will not treat you well."
"I'm fine. The autumn wind blew my eyes. I'll do it myself." Wen Jin took the handkerchief and wiped her eyes with the handkerchief. Slow poison antidote?”
Wen Jin held the candy and said to him: "Thank you, brother."
Back at Xue Mansion, Yu Zhen and Bao Yin had already gotten up early.
Yu Zhen couldn't wait to stand at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the direction where his sister was about to return home. He was so happy that he was going to the Imperial College to study. He wondered if he would have a chance to meet the great literary figure, Taifu Su Miaosu, his maternal grandfather today.
, he prepared several poems that he could recite with his grandfather.
"Baoyin, hurry up! Sister told Chenshi to take us to the Imperial College to enroll!"
"Oh, it's coming, it's coming. Brother, you get up at the fifth watch. You must be too excited!"
Bao Yin is working hard, one step is divided into five steps, and he just hopes that the sky suddenly falls and he doesn't have to go to school. He wants to compete with Taifu Su in the literary world? A competition or a master? Let's compete, be a master, forget it.
, I want to meet Mrs. Su. A scumbag like her, who is not good at writing and good at martial arts, will be despised by Mrs. Su who has a wrinkled face and a white beard.
Wen Jin returned to Xue Mansion and saw that the two little guys were ready, "Get in the carriage and set off to go to school."