Chapter 918 Be careful of misfortune coming out of your mouth

In the study room of Prince Yu's mansion, Prince Yu looked at the dark guard who was kneeling down: "It's been so long, and there's still no clue?"

The dark guard lowered his head: "Yes, Master."

King Yu stood up from his seat: "You mean that things disappeared out of thin air. Could it be that there is an immortal Daluo?"

The dark guards listened and did not dare to defend themselves. It was true that they were incompetent. After so long, they did not find any clues.

King Yu had a dark face. Although there was still a part of the money allocated from the Ministry of Households, the money was still of great use, and there was a grim look in his eyes.

thought of something, narrowed his eyes, looked at the man in black who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "I think of a way to send someone to sneak into the glass workshop of Duanwangfu, how do you understand?"

The kneeling man in black nodded, "Yes, Master."

King Yu waved his hand and said, "If you don't do it well, you will be punished by yourself."

After saying that, he waved his hand to let people back off.

After and the others left, King Yu sat on the rocking chair beside him and closed his eyes: It seems that what he planned is going to be ahead of schedule, and delaying it for too long will be detrimental to him.

He didn't believe that the palace would not notice at all. If he gave him enough time, he was afraid that his plan would fall short.

After figured it out, it didn't take long before he fell asleep on the rocking chair.

In the palace, the queen's condition was thought to be under control, but she did not expect that after a few doses of medicine, the ulcers on the skin improved a little, but the body became more and more bloated.

Now there are small gatherings in the harem when there is nothing to do, and the conversation is all about the queen's illness.

As for the Queen Mother, she sent someone to inform the concubines of the palaces that she has been in poor health recently, and there is no need to go to Kuntai Palace to say goodbye.

For a time, the concubines in the harem were considered free.

In Kuntai Palace, the imperial physicians knelt on the ground, and the queen said in a hoarse voice, "Sentenced by the Hongyuan, is there really no other way?"

The Hongyuan sentence nodded: "The Empress, the old minister and the colleagues of the Tai Hospital, there is really no way to cure them. I thought that the previous decoction was effective, but now a new situation has emerged. I have searched through medical books, but I have never seen it, so I really can't do anything about it."

The Queen heard the sentence of the Hongyuan and sat down on the soft couch: "What did I do, why did I get such a strange disease."

Now those transparent pimples on her body have festered and scabbed over, but then the skin began to itch intolerably, and then the dandruff fell off layer by layer, and she felt a little disgusted with herself.

The most unbearable thing is that the body is getting bloated day by day, and the skin starts to become dull.

Now that I hear the words of the imperial physicians, I feel like I want to die.

When the imperial physicians left the Kuntai Palace, they were still terrified. Fortunately, the queen only cared about the grief and did not care about the attack, otherwise they would have to peel off a layer of skin.

An imperial physician who was walking beside the Hongyuan sentenced and glanced around: "Master Hong, what do you think of the Queen's illness?"

The Hongyuan said without squinting: "Our duty is to see a doctor and treat people. The rest is not something we can arbitrarily discuss as imperial physicians. Be careful that misfortunes come out of our mouths."

The imperial doctor listened to the sentence of Hongyuan, and nodded quickly: "Master Hong, what you said is reasonable, but the lower official made a blunder."

Mr. Hong reminded everything that should be reminded, and did not say more. After all, he was also curious in his heart, whether the Queen was ill, or whether she had provoked someone she should not have provoked.

The talkative imperial doctor just now raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, thinking that he was in the harem now, and he would have to get into trouble if he was not careful. Fortunately, the court judge reminded him.

(end of this chapter)