Lu Yan had just arrived at his home when he saw a man with dark armor and the appearance of a general in black tights standing in front of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.
Hmm? Shadowkeep.
He frowned, and the secret guard was waiting at his door. This didn't seem like a good thing.
When the man saw Lu Yan arriving, he took two steps forward, walked silently, clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, please invite your Majesty the Imperial Master to enter the palace."
"Husband~" Nongyu got off the carriage from behind and looked up at him with some worry.
Lu Yan smiled slightly at her, "You take Master Nianduan to settle down, and I will go into the palace immediately to meet the king."
"Um."
"This, General, please."
"Please, Master Imperial Master."
…
When he arrived at the palace, Lu Yan was shocked by the scene in front of him.
Ying Zheng was lying on a couch, and the attendant next to him was holding an official document and reading it word for word.
Whenever he read something important, Ying Zheng would speak softly, mostly just "hmm", but sometimes he would say a few more words to express his attitude.
Meng Yi sat upright and wrote down everything Ying Zheng said in his own handwriting. Then someone else sealed what Meng Yi had written into the corresponding official document.
"Hi~uh~" Ying Zheng held his head with one hand, and a sharp and somewhat muffled voice came out of his throat.
The attendant who was reading the official document immediately shut up and waited for his breathing to calm down before waving his hand gently before continuing to read for him.
Qin Wangzheng was as fragile as a mortal at this time.
Lu Yan's arrival was silent. Only Zhang Han, who was standing in the hall, was the first to notice. He looked at Lu Yan and nodded.
Zhang Han approached Ying Zheng and said softly: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Master is back."
"Huh?" Ying Zheng opened his eyes, grabbed the attendant next to him with one hand, and struggled to sit up with the help of others, "Sir, you are back."
"Well, Yan, I'm back." Lu Yan took two steps closer, then stagnated, then took another step back, lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, when Yan comes back this time, he has invited Master Nianduan, the retired medical immortal, to
I believe that with her medical skills, the king will be cured soon."
"Oh, it's just a head ailment and a minor arrhythmia. The root cause of my illness is, um... Zhang Han."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After Zhang Han received permission, he ordered the shadow secret guard who led Lu Yan here: "Dong Yi, bring this person up."
"promise."
Soon, the Shadow Secret Guard escorted two people, both wearing Taoist robes but unkempt.
Dong Yi replied: "Alchemist Lu Sheng and Han Zhong, bring them here."
Alchemist!
Lu Yan's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he immediately understood that his opponent was in the game.
He looked contemptuously at the two of them, then turned to Ying Zheng and said: "Your Majesty, the so-called alchemists are good at worshiping ghosts and gods and refining elixirs for immortality. They are simply those who deceive the public with their lies. Such traitors should be punished immediately."
When the two heard this, they kowtowed to Ying Zheng crazily.
"Ah~ Your Majesty, the common people have been wronged. The common people have been wronged."
"Yes, Your Majesty, we, the people of the mountains and plains, are really innocent."
"Spreading rumors, insinuating the king and the imperial master, and dare to call them innocent." Zhang Han also snorted coldly, turned around and said, "When the Shadow Guards arrested these two people, they didn't know what kind of magic they used, and they actually lost their lives.
There are several Shadow Guards. Please convict and execute these two people as a warning to others."
"What kind of evil magic? It's the art of alchemy. Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!"
"That's right, second-rate elixirs can make people infinitely powerful, first-rate elixirs can make people immune to all diseases, and the top elixirs can make people immortal. This is an immortal method passed down from our ancestors, and it is not a witchcraft."
Lu Yan sneered and sarcastically said, "Immortality? It's just a dream. You two can ride the wind and rise to the top of the clouds."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the common people have elixirs that can cure the King's head ailments. Please be merciful, Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty, everything we said is true. Your Majesty, please spare my life."
"Your Majesty, the Imperial Master has invited the Medical Immortal Master Nianduan, these two people——"
Zhang Han wanted to continue to persuade the two alchemists to be executed, but found that Ying Zheng was muttering something with his head lowered.
"Infinite strength, immune to all diseases, immortality...Zhang Han, why was the Shadow Guard damaged?"
"This..." Zhang Han took a breath and answered honestly, "Back to your Majesty, when we were chasing them, there were originally four of them, and their martial arts were ordinary. But during the battle, two of them used some evil magic, and their strength increased greatly.
.I only regret that Zhang Han originally ordered to capture alive, but his subordinates were caught off guard and five of them died in the battle."
"I told you, that's not magic, it's magic!"
Seeing this, Lu Yan couldn't bear it anymore and his eyes froze. The terrifying mental pressure made the two alchemists lie on the ground in fear and unable to get up.
"That's enough." Ying Zheng said.
Lu Yan and Zhang Han both lowered their heads and prepared to obey orders.
"It is true that one is infinitely powerful, but is it also true that one is immune to all diseases?"
Lu Sheng and Han Zhong now saw hope and burst into tears.
"I will never deceive the king. If the elixir is completed, it will definitely make the king immune to all diseases in the future."
"Your Majesty——"
Lu Yan had something to say, but Ying Zheng waved his hand to block it.
"Give them both whatever you want. Within seven days, if you don't offer me the elixir to cure my head ailment, I will be executed immediately. Please step aside."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness~"
"Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you, Your Majesty~"
The two guys happily accepted the order to refine the elixir, while Lu Yan left the palace with a gloomy face.
…
"What do you mean? You don't need me to wait? Could it be that King Qin is cured of his illness?"
"How is it possible? Today I kept calling for doctors, and now I say it's no longer needed. Could it be that a god can treat me at this speed?"
"The King of Qin will not hide his illness and avoid medical treatment."
Since there were rumors in the palace that the king had found someone to treat his head ailment, the place that received outside doctors began to decline the doctors who signed up one after another.
Many doctors came from thousands of miles away, but they were sent away with such a sentence. They all wanted to know whether King Qin was cured and how he was cured.
For a while, the scene was a little chaotic.
Xia Wuji held the wooden box in his arms and sat alone in the corner, watching a group of people arguing with each other, looking lonely.
Alas, the money spent on hiring a car for this trip was wasted. What will I do after I get back...
Han Sheng frowned, relying on his strong body to protect the old man and retreating from the crowd, "Sir, what's going on with King Qin? Is it possible that he is looking for entertainment?"
The old man was calm and unhurried, stroking his beard and shaking his head and said: "How can the king of a country enjoy himself like this? Since this disease cannot be cured even by the imperial doctors of the Qin Palace, it is naturally impossible for it to be cured in such an instant. There must be something fishy about it."
"What's weird?"
He rolled his eyes and slapped Han Sheng on the back of his neck, "I am the king of medicine, not a god. How do I know?"
Pingqiu stood on the other side with a medical box on his arm, staring at the chaotic scene and thinking in his mind: There is no need for a doctor to enter. Could it be that my trip was in vain because I couldn't even see Ying Zheng, the tyrant...
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"It's over, it's over, I'm going home."
"It's just a trip in vain. I'm tired."
"Let's go. Really, what happened?"
Just when most people were dejected and ready to leave, a voice suddenly came.
"Gentlemen, I don't know if Lu Yan has this honor. I invite you to visit the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion."