Therefore, he immediately ordered Li Ji to send people to the Imperial Medical Office and the inner treasury to check and inquire.
Not long after, the inner prison officer turned back and reported: "Returning to your majesty, there happens to be a Ganoderma lucidum in the inner treasury that the Imperial Preceptor mentioned. It is said to be a tribute from the Northern Desert last year."
Emperor Qingming said simply: "Send it to Xuanqing Hall."
When it comes to your own ailments, no matter how rare the medicinal materials are, there is nothing to hesitate about.
Hearing this, Xia Tingzhen's eyes slowly fell on the Imperial Master.
The Imperial Master noticed this gaze, and with a calm expression, he slightly closed his eyes and said to Emperor Qingming: "In that case, the poor Taoist will go back to the Xuanqing Palace to prepare elixirs for His Majesty."
Emperor Qingming nodded: "I'm sorry to have to thank you for your help."
Xia Tingzhen had thoughts in her heart.
Ganoderma lucidum?
He had never heard of this medicine.
How could it be such a coincidence that this medicine happened to be in the palace?
Or is it because it is in the palace that this Taoist mentioned the need for alchemy?
Did the other party really want this medicinal material to make elixirs for the emperor to cure his illness?
Or... have ulterior motives?
Xia Tingzhen had doubts in her heart, but she couldn't guess at the moment that it was particularly worth pondering. No matter how precious it was, it was just a medicine. What could it be used for?
——Save someone?
I don't know what she thought of, but Xia Tingzhen's eyes dimmed slightly, but quickly returned to normal.
Counting the days, I'm afraid the news of Xu Qiwei's accident will spread back to the capital soon...
What the other party has been hit by is a poison that has no cure, and the poison has already spread...
Xia Tingzhen made a judgment in her mind and looked at the Taoist's back as he exited, but his suspicions were still not gone.
He thought of Ji Xiu.
He knew from the beginning that this Taoist was from Ji Xiu.
Speaking of Ji Xiu, he has recovered his health in the past few days and returned to the Ministry of War.
If he were just a discipline cultivator, it would not be a big deal to keep him temporarily. However, the emperor now seems to be relying more and more on this Taoist Xuanqing. The emperor, who is becoming increasingly unclear in his mind, is beginning to rely on elixirs. This is not a good sign...
Thinking of this, Xia Tingzhen asked tentatively: "As for Ji Xiu, I wonder what your Majesty's plans are now?"
"I have tried him several times, but he seems not to know that it was my order that Concubine Sun accused him of poisoning the Queen Mother." Emperor Qingming said, "As for his dealings with King Yan, I have already verified it, and there is no such thing - he has always
It’s a stubborn thing, and it’s hard to change your mind about something you’ve thought about for many years.”
Unless there is irrefutable proof.
But those who knew the truth back then had already been dealt with by him. Even if King Yan told the truth, Ji Xiu would not believe a word of it.
Xia Tingzhen's brows moved slightly: "Does Your Majesty plan to keep this person?"
"At that time, the Queen Mother had no choice but to use him to silence Youyou - but now it is the time to employ people. Since they are still available, why not use them?" Emperor Qingming sneered and said: "Even if he is really born.
It's possible to have different intentions, and it's impossible to make waves."
Unlike the Duke of Tongzhen, Ji Xiu does not have military power in his hands. The military symbols have been taken back long ago, and Liu Sheng has been sent to Yunnan. At present, the capital must have an experienced military attache in charge to calm the hearts of the people.
Such a person, in the capital city, in the palm of his hand, he can kill him anytime he wants.
As he said that, he looked at Xia Tingzhen who was sitting there with an unclear look in his eyes and said, "Teacher, you should focus on the overall situation. After the storm subsides, it's not too late to talk about other things."
Over the years, he kept Ji Xiu with the intention of checking and balancing the government.
Hearing the reminder in the emperor's words, Xia Tingzhen didn't show any panic. She just said "yes" and then said: "I think about your majesty wholeheartedly and don't want your majesty to have any hidden dangers around you."
"Teacher, don't worry, I am sensible." Emperor Qingming casually picked up the pile of memorials on the side table and said: "I don't have anyone around me, except my teacher... Everything is unfair now, so I have to trouble my teacher."
You should take more trouble to make suggestions for me."
What comes next is bound to be tricky.
But this time, as long as all these troubles can be eradicated, he will be completely at ease from now on...
Last time he had nothing but still won, so this time... he will definitely not lose!
…
When the Imperial Master returned to Xuanqing Hall, palace officials had already delivered Linggao Zhi.
Looking at the well-preserved medicinal materials in the brocade box, the imperial master breathed a sigh of relief - he had succeeded in cheating, and he could go on a mission.
"Master, what kind of elixir do you want to use this medicine to make?" A young Taoist priest came over and asked curiously.
The Imperial Master smiled and said nothing, feeling somewhat mysterious that a secret could not be revealed.
Holding the brocade box in one hand and the fly whisk in the other, the Taoist turned around and entered the alchemy room.
The scorching Golden Crow moves westward, and the sky and the earth gradually become dim.
A young Taoist priest walked out of Xuanqing Hall in the dusk, holding a brocade box in front of him.
At this time, Xia Tingzhen, who had been discussing matters with Emperor Qingming for most of the day in Yangxin Hall, had just resigned from the emperor's bedroom.
Not far from the Yangxin Hall, when passing through a path, I saw the little Taoist priest coming towards me.
The little Taoist priest stopped and bowed his head and saluted: "Xia Shoufu..."
Xia Tingzhen had no intention of staying, but out of the corner of her eye she caught the brocade box in the hands of the little Taoist priest. She paused slightly and asked, "But is it the elixir that is dedicated to His Majesty?"
The little Taoist priest replied softly: "Looking back to Master Shoufu, these are the fragrant pills that are going to be sent to the Jade Kun Palace for the Queen."
"Jade Kun Palace?"
Is Xuan Qingdian's hand stretched too long...
Or maybe there are other connections that he doesn't know about——
"These are not ordinary fragrant pills used for incense." The little Taoist priest explained: "These are soothing fragrant pills. The Queen has not been sleeping well recently, so she has to send some over every few days."
"I see."
Xia Tingzhen nodded in understanding.
Just when the little Taoist priest thought he could leave, he heard the chief assistant say: "I have never seen the soothing fragrant pills in Xuanqing Hall. Please open them and let me take a look -"
His keen intuition, developed over many years in the official world, made him feel as if something he didn't know about had slipped out of his control.
"..." The little Taoist priest looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak.
"Why, it's just a soothing pill, but I can't see it?"
The little Taoist priest looked uneasy: "I have no intention of doing this..."
Even though he was in the Xuanqing Palace, he knew that the chief minister was so powerful that even the members of the clan had to be polite to him. What's more, he just wanted to check the brocade box in his hand, and he had no room to refuse...
…
"It's just a few fragrant pills..." The internal prison guard who was guiding Xia Tingzhen saw this and urged the little Taoist priest: "Open it quickly and let Xia Shoufu take a look."
"yes……"
In midsummer, even though it's twilight, the heat that has been stored between heaven and earth for a whole day still makes people feel like they are in a steamer, their feet seem to be roasted by fire, and big beads of sweat roll down the little Taoist priest's forehead.
