Chapter 1567 The Regent King Dotes on Me Too Much What Should I Do 35

Three days later, we were far away from the border mountains between Jiangnan and other cities.

Xian Ming didn't understand why Han Zhou insisted on taking the corpse away, and he didn't understand why Han Zhou had been feeding water and food to the corpse in the carriage for the past few days, as if it were a living person.

No matter how deep his feelings for Mu Zhongzheng were, he believed that he could not go to the extent of not even letting go of the corpse.

Xianming wanted to let Mu Chongzheng rest in peace, but Han Zhou reacted strongly after hearing his persuasion and tried to draw his sword many times to stop him. Xianming had no choice but to follow him all the way.

"It's already the fourth day." Xianming's injuries were almost healed. He left the magic medicine to His Majesty in exchange for a way to survive, but now he couldn't leave freely and at ease.

"It's the hottest summer day... Even if you don't want to, you can't let Brother Mu lose even the last bit of dignity."

When Han Zhou heard this, he suddenly seemed to realize something. He came back to his senses from the endless silence and looked at Xian Ming. He stopped driving the horse, carried Mu Zhongzheng out of the carriage, and laid him horizontally on the ground.

"What are you going to do now?" Xian Ming was puzzled. He dismounted and walked closer.

"Give me the medicine." Han Zhou answered in a muffled voice, took out a pill from his sleeve and stuffed it into Mu Zhongzheng's mouth, then sat aside with his knees hugged and waited.

"Hey...medicine?!"

Xian Ming glanced at the corpse on the ground, which had not changed at all, and then looked at Han Zhou, whose faith was particularly strong, and gradually realized, "Did you feed Brother Mu the fake death drug in advance?"

Although the drug that can fake death is hard to come by, it also has disadvantages. It will be exposed after three days.

Han Zhou nodded, his eyes still glued to Mu Zhongzheng, his throat choked up a little: "But... it's a special fake death drug."

"What's so special about it?" Xian Ming asked hurriedly, "Tell me quickly, maybe I can help."

"When the master wakes up, he will lose all his power and will never be able to practice martial arts again."

"What did you say?" Xian Ming's pupils shrank, and he was stunned. "You... do you know what this means?"

In the Dajin Kingdom, even ordinary people can practice martial arts. A beggar on the street is a low-level martial artist. People who cannot practice martial arts, unless they are raised in a noble and pampered manner like Your Majesty, may suddenly die one day and no one will know.

"I can only do this." Han Zhou's body tensed up even more. Noticing Mu Zhongzheng's trembling fingers, his eyes reddened involuntarily. He said in a low and stubborn voice: "The whole world belongs to the king. Do you think His Majesty will allow the master to have the ability to take revenge?"

If his fake death were to be exposed one day, Mu Zhongzheng would only be faced with an even more tragic ending.

Mu Zhongzheng woke up and heard what Han Zhou said.

He sat up slowly, looked at Han Zhou, whose eyes were red, and forced a smile on his still somewhat stiff face.

Just then, the sound of horse hooves came.

Han Zhou immediately raised his hand and held the dagger in his hand, and helped Mu Zhongzheng into the carriage. "Master, please don't come out."

"Be careful..." Mu Zhongzheng said in a low voice, holding Han Zhou's hand tightly.

He suddenly felt infinite regret and subtle relief.

What he regretted was that he was deceived by the fake Xian Ming. The plan that should have been planned in the long run was led by Jin Chen, even though Han Zhou had clearly discovered that something was wrong a long time ago.

Fortunately... when I spoke calmly to Jinchen for the last time that night, the answer to that question was Han Zhou. Perhaps that was why Jinchen was willing to spare his life.

The man who came on horseback was Tianyin Wei Yi.

Unlike Han Zhou who was on high alert, he showed no intention of killing. He dismounted and said coldly, "I am here on the orders of the Regent King to invite the Divine Doctor Xian Ming to the palace and grant him the position of deputy director of the Imperial Hospital."

Xian Ming frowned tightly, "I have already given you the magic medicine, why do you still want me to enter the palace?"

He didn't have any favorable feelings towards that place, and only his eldest brother, who was the national master, would be willing to stay there forever.

Tian Yinwei did not answer, but just looked at him calmly, waiting for the answer.

But at the same time, Xian Ming keenly sensed a familiar murderous intent, which came from the Dark Dragon Army lurking in the dark.

Xian Ming subconsciously glanced at Han Zhou and the carriage behind him, sighed slightly, and walked towards Tian Yinwei, "Okay, I will go into the palace with you."

Han Zhou stopped him, "If you don't want to, why make it difficult for yourself."

"If I don't want you to, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."

Han Zhou frowned and slowly withdrew his hand, "Thank you."

Xianming opened his mouth and wanted to ask Hanzhou to take good care of Mu Chongzheng, who would never be able to practice martial arts again. But when he thought about the journey in the past few days, Xianming felt that it was unnecessary.

There is no one who can take better care of Mu Zhongzheng than Han Zhou.

"Bon Voyage."

Xianming whispered to Hanzhou, mounted his horse and followed the Tianyin guards towards the palace.

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Inside the palace.

Imperial Doctor Liu looked more nervous than ever. In front of him was the miraculous medicine handed over by Xian Ming. It had gone through research by the entire Imperial Hospital and the results were only obtained today.

"Your Majesty, this magic medicine is good, but... for you, it is only a temporary solution and not a cure for the disease."

Xie Zhiwei originally thought that he would hear some good news today, but he did not expect to hear this sentence.

He lowered his brows and stared at the magical medicine in the plate. Even though he was some distance away, he could still smell the faint and refreshing fragrance emanating from it, which was light but lingering.

"Go on." Xie Zhiwei said, his tone suddenly taking a turn for the worse, even colder than a sudden downpour in the bitter summer in the south of the Yangtze River.

Doctor Liu wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and continued, "After the magic medicine is made into a pill, it can only keep you from sucking your majesty's blood for half a year at most, but after half a year, you will still be back to your original state."

"Although your Majesty has recovered recently, your congenital weakness remains. If you live for a few more years, you will need medicine to survive. I can only feed you with blood."

This was Xie Zhiwei's original plan. If Jinchen had not appeared, the little emperor would be extremely weak in a few years and would be unable to do anything. He could only lie in bed every day, taking drugs to stay alive, and be his puppet blood bag for the rest of his life.

But not now, he couldn't let Jinchen become like that.

"Master Xianming, do you have any solution?" Xie Zhiwei hooked a strand of hair and played with it in his hand, but his eyes fell on the dagger.

Xian Ming, who was invited in by the Tianyin Guards, finally understood his own use.

He had just learned about the matter of bloodletting and blood-sucking, and he was shocked.

Xian Ming walked to Jie Zhiwei, knelt down and said calmly: "Your Majesty, please allow me to diagnose your pulse."

Xie Zhiwei placed his hand in front of Xian Ming. The cold white wrist extending from the ink-black cuff was like a white snake lurking in the mountains, full of danger.

Xianming had never felt that someone could have such murderous intent in even the slightest movement, and even though he was indifferent to life and death, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He pursed his lips and reached out to feel the patient's pulse.

After a long time, Xian Ming withdrew his hand, stepped back a few steps and said, "In addition to what the imperial physician just said, there is another method."

"Oh? Tell me."

"You can extend your life by ten years by wasting your own energy and dissipating all the energy in your meridians without using blood."

After saying this, without Jie Zhiwei's reprimand, Xian Ming knelt down first and shook his head secretly in his heart.

The imperial physician might be able to detect this method, but he couldn't deny it. He had nothing and was naturally not afraid of power.

The hall became even quieter, with only the sound of rain filled with damp vapor coming in.

"Ten years..."

"Forget it, all of you go out."

Xie Zhiwei sat alone in the damp hall. The rain blocked out the sun and made the unlit hall as dark as night. The hot summer rain did not bring a bit of coolness, but instead made it so hot that it was hard to breathe.