'After all, it's for the spiritual medicine!' Zheng Kejun sighed in his heart, but on the surface, he still answered respectfully, "Report to the emperor, the emperor will send someone to observe the two spiritual medicines up close by in the name of having a good knowledge. It does look quite magical. But its effect is only..."

"Two parts?" Li Xian interrupted again, and two rays of light were shot out from his eyes.

"There are two different medicines, one is called Baifuning. The effect is to relieve the patient's high fever and not to subside." Zheng Kejun hesitated for a moment, and his voice began to rise unknowingly. "The other one is the evil-repelling pill. The effect is only to solve wound infection, which is very similar to gunpowder! Even the generals also sent someone to verify that the vendor Ren Qiong was indeed injured by dirty arrows coated with gold juice. It was not handled cleanly, which led the wound infection and the evil energy rushing backwards. A few days ago, he led the brigade to Ganzhou, and his body looked as strong as ordinary people!"

"Only used to treat injuries?" Li Xian's eyes quickly dimmed, and his voice also showed unconcealed disappointment.

"It can only be used to treat injuries. The shopkeeper of the business has repeatedly emphasized that only this one effect is. Therefore, no one has been interested in it." Zheng Kejun repeated honestly, not daring to exaggerate or reduce the effects of the "Evil-Repelling Pill". "As for the others, it is all spreading rumors!"

"Yes" Li Xian let out a low contempt in his mouth, no longer continuing the topic just now, but he did not instruct Zheng Kejun to retreat.

Zheng Kejun, deputy general manager of the Baiqi Department, opened his mouth, but made no sound. He stood there, his heart was mixed.

If even the emperor needed to use the "Evil-Repelling Pill" to treat Jinchuang infection, then where would the enemy have to attack? How much would the national strength of the Tang Dynasty decline?!

If the emperor hid in the deep palace and was injured by an assassin, what's the use of asking the Baiqisi? What's the value of his deputy general manager and the Baiqisi under his command?

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth hard and reminded him with a stinging bullet: "Master, I have tried the effects of gunpowder when I took the death row prisoner in the prison. It is useful for almost all trauma. It's just that the pain is unbearable when applied."

"Yes!" Li Xian pondered again, not agreeing with Zheng Kejun's statement.

Seeing this, Zheng Kejun had to make a fuss and whisper again, "I have already found out that although the two spiritual medicines were jointly consigned by three businesses, the real support behind the scenes was the Duan family. Duan has always been loyal to the emperor. If the emperor wants them to offer medicine, Mo will be able to arrange for someone to secretly give me some advice at any time."

"Nonsense!" Li Xian finally stopped pondering this time, frowned tightly, and scolded sternly, "Do I need to take advantage of it? I don't leave the palace, so why do I need that spiritual medicine? I will not mention such a bastard in the future!"

"Stop being angry, and I will know my guilt, and I will know my guilt!" Zheng Kejun was confused by the scolding and bowed his body to salute.

"Go down!" Seeing his face full of fear and fear, Li Xian felt relieved and waved his hand gently to the door.

"I will leave at the end!" Zheng Kejun was granted a general amnesty and quickly bowed again, strode out of the study. When he was about to cross the door, his legs were mixed with garlic, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Hmph!" He saw the man's appearance of "escape in panic", and Emperor Yingtian Shenlong Li Xian was even more angry and kept the letter in his hand and snorted coldly.

He asked himself that he was not a bloodthirsty king, especially compared to his mother. However, since the prince killed Wu Sansi and committed suicide at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, most of the people around him were like mice and cats when they saw him.

This made him feel uncomfortable and felt very wronged. It seemed that a monk who had never even stepped on an ant was suddenly regarded as a murderer by the government.

God felt sorry for him, the emperor, did nothing at that time. Including the death of the rebellious son, it was not his father's hard work.

The undefeated son killed someone and his eyes were red. That night, he actually led his troops to attack the palace. As the old and powerful emperor, of course, he could not order people to open the palace gate, let the undefeated son enter, and then become the Supreme Emperor who cares about anything!

In that case, not only Princess Anle, the queen, and several other princes, who are usually incompatible with the undesired son, will die without a place to bury them. The "Empress Zetian" who has been buried in peace will also come over to ask him in his dreams. It is right or wrong to say that he is not suitable to be an emperor more than 20 years ago! (Note: Empress Zetian, the posthumous title Wu Zetian left to himself before his death.)

"I am not a foolish king!" The scene of my mother being driven off the throne quickly flashed in front of me. Unwilling roars immediately gushed out of Li Xian's mouth.

However, at the next moment, he realized his disobedience. He suddenly raised his hand and covered his mouth tightly.

This movement was really too hard. In an instant, his heart twitched violently, and it was violently colic, which quickly spread to the back of the sternum and towards the shoulders, arms, etc. The pain made his eyes turn black, his face turned pale, and sweat beads dripping down his forehead.

The eunuch Gao Yanfu, who was on duty at the "Sage", was quick-witted and experienced. He rushed forward with a quick step, pressed his shoulder with one hand. Then he stretched out the index finger of the other hand, pressed the key points behind his chest with a trembling force and pressed them hard.

After a series of acupuncture points were pressed, Gao Yanfu was so tired that sweat beads rolled on his forehead. However, Emperor Yingtian Shenlong Li Xian's face obviously slowed down and his heart gradually returned to normal. (Note: Pressing acupuncture points is one of the many first aid methods for angina pectoris, and it is indeed effective. But it is not recommended to try it. Going to the hospital if you are sick is serious.)

"The Lord" the other eunuchs and palace maids realized that the situation was not good, and they screamed and rushed forward, and gave him tea soup, rubbed his chest, and made a mess.

Gao Yanfu was unwilling to compete with others for his merits, so he quickly took a few steps and bowed to ask for instructions, "Master, can I tell the imperial physician to come in to treat it? The old slave can only treat the symptoms in these few times, not the root cause."

"Forget it, the Imperial Doctor will not treat this disease at all!" Li Xian's heart had returned to normal, but his spirit wilted like a crop hit by frost. He waved his hand and gave weak instructions.

"Sage, Doctor Sun once said..." He was very worried about Li Xian's physical condition, Gao Yanfu lowered his head and whispered to advise him.

"Don't tell anyone about what happened today. You, give them a ban order!" Li Xian refused to finish hearing his words and interrupted with a frown. Then, he closed his eyes, leaned his body against the throne, and refused to listen to any sounds around him.

It’s not that he was so desperate. This was not a curse of the Imperial Doctor, but a curse on the head of Li in Longyou! Thinking back then, Sun Anzu’s grandfather Sun Simiao was helpless about this disease. What’s more, Sun Anzu’s ability was less than one-tenth of his grandfather!

Emperor Gaozu of the Tang Dynasty, Li Yuan, died of this disease, and Emperor Taizong Li Shimin, also died of this disease. His father, Emperor Gaozong Li Zhixian, was tortured by this disease, and he was blind and could not escape the disaster in the end.

However, his mother, because her surname is Wu, was not troubled by this disease at all. After slaughtering his grandfather and father, she drove him, who was son, off the throne and happily became the queen for twenty-one years.

He has been patient since the second ascendant to the throne. It was not until he defeated Zhang Jianzhi and other five thieves and killed the powerful minister Wu Sansi that he finally raised his head. Unexpectedly, in less than five months, the curse fell on him again.

In the eyes of Xiao Zhizhong, Bi Gou, He Zhizhang and others, he promoted Zhang Qian to the position of the fifth-rank young supervisor in one breath because this person offered gunpowder, windmills and wells, and made a contribution to protecting the emperor.

In the eyes of Zong Chuke, Ji Chune and others, he valued a person of unknown origin because he was eloquent and used some passionate rhetoric to deceive his trust.

Actually, none of these are completely correct!

Li Xian himself understood in his heart that the reason why he valued Zhang Qian was not only the above reasons, but also because this person also gave him a glimmer of hope to get rid of the curse.

He didn't want to die, at least, he was unwilling to die before proving himself to be a qualified king.

Even if there was only one breath left, even if he could not see anything like his father in the end, he still hoped that he could survive until the Yonghui reappeared, until the Tang Dynasty's troops plowed the Western Regions again and drove the Tubo people back to the plateau completely.

However, Zhang Qian could give him a life-saving pill to Ren Qiong, a vendor who took in him. He could give him a windmill and a well-being to Bi Gou, who had the kindness of knowing him. He could give him gunpowder and a white chrysanthemum to Zhang Ruoxu and He Zhizhang, who had casually pointed him out a few words. But until now, he did not show any gratitude to the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty who was promoted to the fifth rank in one go!

But Li Xian could not send someone to hint, or summon Zhang Qian into the palace and ask him if there is a elixir for Qin Mo's sect to prolong his life or cure heart disease. Otherwise, he would definitely leave a laughing stock in the daily record of "not looking at the magical artifacts that benefit the country and the people, but only asking about personal life and death". It would also definitely make his mother in the nine springs laugh so hard that she fell back and forth!

No, absolutely not!

Li Xian doesn't care about his daily life records or the reputation of being foolish in history. However, he can't ignore the ridicule from his mother!

At that time, his mother Wu Zetian drove him off the throne, not because he had made any mistake. It was because his mother was obsessed with power and did not want him, a son, to escape from control.

If he was the emperor, in the past twenty years, there would be no wars everywhere in the Western Regions, no rebellions would occur within the Tang Dynasty, and the treasury would not be poorer than the steps that had just been swept.

If he were the emperor, the Turks would not have resurrected in the past twenty years, and Tuyuhun would not have rebelled and surrendered. The Tubo people would not have fought all the way from the plateau to the city of Suzhou, compressing the connection between Chang'an and Anxi into a narrow line!

If he...

In the more than three years since his second ascension, he defeated the five slanders who controlled the government. Wu Sansi, who survived to death, rehabilitated all the heroes of Lingyan Pavilion who were wrongly killed by his father and mother, and gave their children and grandchildren enviable wealth and glory.

He abolished torture and informing, lowered taxes, straightened out the court, and made the shadow of money reappear in the treasury, making the Sixteen Health and Military Persons of the Tang Dynasty dare to fight again.

He had gradually corrected the mistakes his mother made back then and gradually restored the Tang Dynasty to its vitality, but God was unwilling to give him more time!

"This is unfair!" Li Xian clenched his fists quickly, and clenched his teeth.

No, he must take the least of the two evils. He would rather leave a laughing stock, he must find an opportunity to summon Zhang Qian to the front and ask Qin Mo if there is any secret recipe for treating his heart muscle, or if there is a corresponding spiritual pill?

He needs time, and the Tang Dynasty also needs time. So...

"Your Majesty, I'm taking medicine, be good!" A gentle but undeniable voice suddenly rang in his ears, instantly clearing all the thoughts and decisions in his mind.

"Yeah" opened his eyes and looked at his wife Wei, who was over forty-five years old but still as beautiful as a peony. Emperor Yingtian Shenlong obediently opened his mouth and drank the medicine soup he fed with a silver spoon. He drank it clean! Please give me some recommendation votes, everyone is at noon. Drinking apprentices.
Chapter completed!