After Qin Sining came back, she has been busy dealing with a large amount of accumulated affairs.
There are too many official documents piling up.
She is extremely busy every day.
Sometimes, she had to ask Lu Qingbai to help with some affairs. Not to mention, Lu Qingbai was really a good hand.
He learned a lot of tricks and techniques from Shifang Walker, but they only have two uses.
Either go into politics or be a craftsman.
What no one expected was that the dignified Prince Pingxi would become completely obsessed with skills and suddenly lost interest in politics.
He was reluctantly called by Qin Sining, quickly helped her deal with the pile of official duties, and hurried back to the scientific research institute.
There were still a lot of official duties left, which Qin Sining could handle alone, but she secretly became suspicious.
Is Lu Qingbai really obsessed with skills, or is he just trying to protect himself?
Maybe, both?
After thinking for a while, Qin Sining suddenly realized that he had been dazed for a long time.
She shook her head.
I got up and washed my face before going back to deal with official documents.
I accidentally saw myself in the mirror and suddenly felt strange.
Is this... woman me?
How can the woman in the mirror still have a trace of purity and sweetness, a ladylike appearance?
She vaguely saw a trace of her father and even Prime Minister Liu Bern on her face.
Qin Sining slowly closed her eyes.
Take a deep breath.
After calming your breathing.
Open your eyes slowly.
Go back to take care of official business again.
Compared with Qin Sining's busy work, the people in Shangjing City are much more leisurely.
In one year, they experienced a lot.
However, they are like spectators.
Not the protagonist of the story.
The coup, the war, everything seemed like it happened yesterday, and it seemed like it happened a long time ago.
On the faces of the common people in Beijing.
Those traces can no longer be seen.
If one is more observant.
He might find the trace of fear that still remains deep in the other person's eyes.
How could they forget so quickly?
Probably because I haven’t experienced that kind of unforgettable pain yet!
They still drank tea and chatted.
Still talking and laughing.
To continue to belittle Zhao Xiaole’s heroic deeds in Xuzhou or Beijing as worthless.
He repeatedly teased him about his identity as a eunuch.
The Beijing Daily remains the same.
After the serialization of Dream of Red Mansions, Journey to the West was also serialized, both of which attracted the attention of thousands of people.
Nowadays, Beijing Daily no longer pays attention to originality.
Many readers with literary talents chose to serialize their works in the Beijing Daily, and their novel ideas attracted unanimous praise.
People who went to the capital continued to live in laziness and comfort.
The hero who created all this just discovered something big in Wanjiaji that shocked him.
No one knows and no one cares.
Also no one paid attention to, there was a man in a hurry, he was looking for a deserted alley, all the way back to his residence in a remote area.
The man's name is Hou Ji.
He is a doctor.
Not an ordinary doctor.
He served in the court and was known as the imperial physician.
The reason why he was in such a hurry was because when he entered the palace today, he saw the symbol of the moon flower outside the palace gate.
Moonflower appears here?
Hou Ji's heart skipped a beat.
He did not dare to enter the palace.
When others were not paying attention, he sneaked back to his residence.
His residence is very ordinary.
It also fits his identity very well.
An ordinary imperial doctor.
An ordinary small courtyard.
Hou Ji opened the courtyard door, looked around and saw that there was no one around, and returned to his home like a thief.
Push the door and enter.
close the door.
Go through the inner hall.
Hou Ji came to the backyard.
There are many flowers and plants planted in the backyard.
He went straight to an ordinary grass and looked at the ordinary, slightly weird green grass.
Hou Ji breathed a sigh of relief.
The grass is growing very well.
Although the grass in front of you is ordinary, it has a frightening name, heartbroken grass.
It is a rare poisonous weed that will kill an ordinary person within seven days after taking it.
No one knows.
Why did a small court doctor breed such shocking poisonous weeds?
Hou Ji didn't waste any time. He took away the flower pot with the grass and quickly walked into the inner hall.
Put down the flowerpot.
Hou Ji took out the knife.
Carefully cut off the stamens of the heartbroken grass and place them on a piece of clean white paper.
There are four stamens in total.
He took tweezers, clamped the stamens, carefully squeezed out the juice inside, and dropped it into a small white porcelain bottle.
There was liquid in the small porcelain bottle. When the juice dripped in, it strangely made no sound.
It's like blending in silently.
After finishing all four.
Hou Ji capped the white porcelain bottle and shook it.
Put it in your arms.
After cleaning up all the traces and putting the heartbroken grass back to its original place, Hou Ji quickly went out.
He still hurried to the palace along the less crowded alley.
No further delay.
Hou Ji entered the palace and went to the Taiyuan Hospital. He came too late and happened to meet the vice president on inspection. Seeing that he had just entered the palace at this moment, he shouted:
"Hou Ji, what have you been doing? Why are you here now?"
Hou Ji hurriedly bowed and apologized: "I have been feeling cold recently, so I got up late and lost some hours. I hope the dean will forgive me."
The name of the dean made the vice dean feel very good. He snorted deliberately and said: "Do you know your responsibilities? You are responsible for His Majesty's medicinal diet. How dare you be so negligent? Do you know what your crime is?"
Hou Ji hurriedly stepped forward, secretly stuffed a few taels of silver into the hands of the deputy dean, and said, "I will never dare to do it again after I realize my crime."
The vice-president weighed the money and said humbly: "I'll spare you for today, but I won't do it next time. Go ahead!"
"yes."
Amid the sneer of the vice-president, Hou Ji responded and hurriedly ran to the imperial kitchen. After returning to his work station, he began to prepare medicine for Emperor Jingyang.
The Imperial Pharmacy in autumn is dimly lit and steaming.
It also blocked the view of the imperial doctor who was preparing the medicine.
Finding that no one was paying attention, Hou Ji secretly took out the porcelain bottle in his arms and poured the juice inside into the medicinal soup in front of him.
The juice quickly blended into the medicinal soup.
It's hard to tell each other apart.
Hou Ji put away the porcelain bottle expressionlessly and continued to make the medicinal soup.
The medicinal soup was boiled quickly and delivered to Emperor Jingyang's ward on time. As usual, the serving eunuch took a sip of the medicinal soup, spit it out, and waved his hand to ask the maid to take it for Emperor Jingyang.
Emperor Jingyang has been lying in bed for a long time.
If he still had a normal pulse and heartbeat, he would be no different from a dead person.
The eunuch was too lazy to test the poison.
No one is supervising.
Who wants to drink bitter medicinal soup?
There has long been no difference between whether Emperor Jingyang is alive or dead.
After feeding the medicinal food, the eunuch and the maid left one after another.