Chapter 5 The crux that cannot be found

Inside Tianxin Hall.

The imperial doctor is making a diagnosis without saying anything.

He looked at his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and felt his pulse.

After some diagnosis, several imperial doctors looked at each other, and they all felt that there was nothing serious if they kept silent. But if nothing happened, how could the prince's temperament change so much?

"Seventh Prince, have you been feeling uncomfortable in any way recently?"

A seventy-year-old imperial physician asked.

Ming Wuyan knew that if he didn't show something, people would be suspicious, and there must be a reason for his sudden change in temperament.

So he thought for a while and said: "During this period, my head will throb from time to time, especially when I am thinking about problems."

"Does your head hurt when you think about a problem?"

The doctors looked at each other.

No wonder the level of the strategies made by the Seventh Prince is far inferior to before.

It turned out to be this reason.

They made another diagnosis for Ming Wuyan, but they couldn't find the cause of the headache. One of the doctors said: "Could it be related to the serious illness a few months ago? The seventh prince had a high fever at that time, which may have affected his condition.

Brain.”

Apart from this reason, they could not think of any other reason.

Ming Buyan was moved in his heart and asked: "Imperial doctor, you don't know what caused the illness I had a few months ago?"

"That illness was strange. The entire Imperial Hospital could not find the crux of the disease. Thanks to the Yang-Returning Golden Needle passed down by Imperial Physician Zhang, the Seventh Prince was saved."

Doctor Zhang was the old doctor who was checking Ming Wuyan's pulse at this time.

After seeing Ming Buyan turn his gaze towards him, the other party said calmly: "I am old and incompetent, and I can't figure out where that disease comes from."

"Speaking of which, this disease of unknown origin also appeared once in the past two years. I remember it was Concubine Hui..."

Concubine Hui is Ming Wuyan’s mother.

And when he heard that his mother died of the same disease as himself, Ming Buyan narrowed his eyes slightly and felt weird.

"Okay, this matter has passed, so don't mention it again, so as not to cause His Highness to worry." Doctor Zhang said calmly, stopping the man from continuing.

After the diagnosis was fruitless, several imperial doctors left behind only a prescription for health and peace of mind. After they left, Ming Wuyan sat on the bed and fell into thinking.

"A disease with no symptoms took away my mother and almost took me away. Is it a genetic disease? Or is there someone causing trouble?"

Obviously I prefer the latter.

After all, neither he nor Concubine Hui seemed to have any genetic disease.

And judging from Dr. Zhang's attitude in stopping others from continuing to talk, it seems that the other party may know some hidden secrets.

But I am still too weak to verify anything.

"A gentleman's revenge is never too late. If someone really interferes with it, no matter what, I will definitely settle this account."

Ming Wuyan murmured.

Outside Tianxin Hall.

After several doctors came out, Doctor Zhang glanced at the talkative doctor before and said calmly: "Mr. Li, you have been in the hospital for a few years. Why don't you know the principle of misfortune coming from the mouth? Ordinary doctors only need to treat illnesses and save people.

But, as imperial doctors, we still need to know how to assess the situation and what to say and what not to say. I hope you can remember it and don't do it again."

The talkative doctor panicked and said, "I understand."

"Okay, you guys go back to the Tai'an Hospital first, and I'll report back to Your Majesty the results of this diagnosis." Dr. Zhang said.

Inside the Yangxin Hall.

Doctor Zhang informed Liang Wang Ming Zhengyuan of the diagnosis.

After hearing this, the other party frowned slightly, "Did you burn out your brain?"

"Yes, the seventh prince's dramatic change in temperament is probably related to his brain damage. It is precisely because of this that his literary talent has plummeted."

Ming Zhengyuan heard this, pondered for a while, and murmured: "I thought he was not like Concubine Hui, but it seems that he will not be able to escape after all."

Doctor Zhang vaguely heard the word "Hui Fei" and couldn't help but lower his head even lower.

Acting like I didn't hear anything.

"Okay, you go down first."

"Yes, Wei Chen resigns."

When Doctor Zhang was about to leave, he saw a beautiful woman in gorgeous palace clothes and a gold hairpin walking outside the Yangxin Hall.

He quickly bowed and saluted, "I have met the Queen."

"Yes." The beautiful woman, the queen, nodded slightly and didn't pay much attention. Instead, she looked at Ming Zhengyuan and said, "Your Majesty suddenly summoned the imperial doctor, but what's the point of discomfort?"

"No, it's just that Xiao Qi's temperament has changed drastically recently. Some people said that he was suffering from hysteria, so I asked the imperial doctor to go and check on him."

"Oh, I wonder what the result will be?"

"The imperial doctor said that Xiao Qi's brain was burned out, and he is afraid that he will never be the same again." Ming Zhengyuan sighed.

The Queen smiled when she heard this, "That's such a pity."

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The most talented young man in Daliang had his brain burned out and his literary talent was gone.

This news suddenly spread in the royal capital.

Coupled with what Ming Buyan did during this period, it only added to the authenticity of the news, making many people sigh with regret.

Feeling the loss of a generation of talented people.

However, he didn't pay much attention to this matter. He still went his own way and went to Qunfang Pavilion every now and then.

Go more frequently than Mingfeng.

After going back and forth, he gradually became familiar with the girls in Qunfang Pavilion.

The only thing that had an impact was that when he went to the streets in the past, everyone looked at him with enthusiasm, respect and admiration.

But now, it's all regret, gloating, and even contempt.

"Look, that's the number one genius boy in our Daliang. Unfortunately, that was in the past. Now he is just a dandy prince."

"I heard that the policies he wrote are nonsense."

"The most talented boy in Daliang, haha, nothing more than that."

Ming Wuyan heard a lot of whispers like this.

This reminded him of something.

People like to create gods, and they also like to see them fall.

"Oh, it's better to have sisters from Qunfang Pavilion."

Mingwuyan smiled and walked into Qunfang Pavilion.

Peony, Rose and other girls came up to greet him with smiles on their faces.

Unlike others, they are in the business of selling laughs, and their attitude toward Ming and Wuyan will not change due to rumors from the outside world.

As long as they don't say they are rich, they can always regard each other as their uncle.

Moreover, they really like the young man who is handsome and sweet-tongued, and they don't mind whether he is really talented or famous.

Inside the palace.

Ming Zhengyuan looked at the man in black in front of him and said, "Have you checked clearly?"

"It has been found out. There is no suspicion at the Taiyuan Hospital. The news spread from the Seventh Prince's Tianxin Palace. It seems that the people placed in the Tianxin Palace by other princes informed them of the matter and spread it."

"It seems that my sons are really cruel. Xiaoqi has ended up in this situation, and they still want to stab each other in the heart."

"Your Majesty, do you need help for the Seventh Prince?"

The man in black said.

"No need, he is doing well now. His talent is no longer famous, and he may be able to live a stable life." Ming Zhengyuan said in a calm tone.

Half a year has passed.

As autumn turns to winter, there is heavy snowfall.

Ming Buyan's reputation in the royal capital plummeted.

The most talented boy in Daliang no longer exists, and people in the capital only occasionally talk about it after dinner.

Inside Tianxin Hall.

The stove warmed the air.

Ming Wuyan sat cross-legged on the bed, running the Mingyu Jue. As the true energy in his body surged, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Mingyu Jue, fourth level! It's done!"

According to the martial arts world, he is now considered a first-rate master.
Chapter completed!