I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

The ghostly assassin aimed his sharp sword at Emperor Yanwu.

At the critical moment, Zhe Yu stood in front of Emperor Yanwu, and with all his might, kicked the assassin out.

The assassin broke out of the window without stopping, clutching his chest, jumped to the eaves, and ran.

Emperor Yan Wu supported Zhe Yu, saw the blood gurgling from his chest, his face was as pale as paper, fragile like a ball of fluff. His lips moved, and what he was saying couldn't be heard clearly.

Everything happened between breaths, and it was too fast to react, Emperor Yanwu only felt a hard hit on his chest. A scene appeared in my mind.

before the banquet.

Zhe Yu, please see Emperor Yanwu.

Zhe Yu said: "There is a problem with this group of refugees. My people have already monitored them. Their identities are very deep and their backgrounds are very deep. If they want to do something, tonight should be the best time."

For the emperor, Emperor Yanwu didn't care about the process, he only wanted the result. "So, what are you going to do?" he asked.

Zhe Yu's answer was concise and neat: "Lead the snake out of the hole and prove the crime."

The emperor, who was struggling in the vortex of imperial power, had long been familiar with the conspiracy. "Are you sure?"

This kind of decapitation and copying of the nine clans must be done by the most ruthless and cruel people. If there is any mistake in any link, it will be an irreversible loss.

Zhe Yu nodded, "Of course, there will be some storms, but I guarantee that His Majesty and the people His Majesty cares about will be safe and sound."

In fact, this wave of attack was thunderous and rainy, and did not cause any substantial damage to Emperor Yanwu.

It's just that Yi Zhaoxian, who was supposed to protect His Majesty, went to pursue him, but the other party kept a trump card, which was the ghostly assassin.

His fighting power is too high, Emperor Yan Wu naturally felt it. This only uncertain factor was blocked by Zhe Yu with his flesh and blood.

After more than 20 years of reign, Emperor Yanwu has never been so shaken as he is today, "Zhe Yu, Zhe Yu, what did you say?" The emperor's lips were trembling, showing his nervousness and stiffness. He hugged Zhe Yu, and put his ear close to Zhe Yu's lips, he heard the two words that made his soul tremble, "Father Emperor".

Zhe Yu actually called him... Father, Emperor?

Emperor Yanwu blinked, that face gradually coincided with the one in memory, except for the color of the pupils. Emperor Yanwu knew a little more than ordinary people. He once asked Master Puji what would change the color of a person's eyes. Master Puji's answer is poison.

Zhe Yu, this name full of self-deprecation and sadness, isn't it half of Zhe Xu?

This is his fifth son - Ying Zhexu? Unbelievable, yet true and true.

Thousands of thoughts are surging in my mind, but in fact, only a moment has passed in real time. What pulled Emperor Yanwu back was a heart-piercing call. "Break feathers!"

The voice comes from Baicao Poetry.

With red eyes, Baicaoshi rushed over like crazy, "Zhe Yu! Put him down, lay him flat!"

These two sounds came from roaring, and Emperor Yanwu was roared. But he didn't care about it, on the contrary, he suddenly rejoiced that Zhe Yu's wife was her, maybe she couldn't live and die as human flesh and bones, but at least Emperor Yan Wu had witnessed the miracle of life she created.

Orihan, will be the next miracle, won't it?

All the people gathered around to see the result. Baicaoshi's little white hand still pressed on Zhe Yu's chest, the blood stained her hand scarlet red. "Xiaoshu, bring another person and carry him to a quiet room. I want to treat him immediately, immediately."

She spoke extremely fast, with an unquestionable tone.

Bai Zhan, who was as nimble as a loach, had already raised Zhe Yu's head first, while Bai Xiaoshu lifted Zhe Yu's legs. Baicaoshi is responsible for pressing the wound.

No one questioned why it was such a match. Life and death are out of the question.

There is a quiet room next to the banquet hall. The father and son put down Zheyu, and Wu Yangyang followed many people. Everyone wants to know that this young Tongzhi who was still in his prime an hour ago is a dragon and a phoenix among people, and his destiny will usher in the future. What kind of turnaround?

"Everyone go out, I will treat him immediately."

No one moved, and everyone was still in shock. Bai Lishi and Hongqu were terrified and tears rolled in their eyes.

"Get out!" Baicaoshi roared, "Xiao Shu, go to the master and bring all the good medicinal materials from Jinxiang Medical Center!"

"Oh." Bai Xiaoshu agreed woodenly, and rushed out without looking back, to bring in the rescuers.

"Your Majesty," Baicaoshi turned around, her eyes were firm and filled with suppressed tears, "Please ask someone to guard the room and don't disturb my treatment."

History is always surprisingly similar. Emperor Yanwu recalled that it was the same scene when Concubine Si gave birth. His throat was hoarse, and he said one word, "OK".

People left the room, Baicaoshi's tears finally couldn't stop streaming down. She wiped it carelessly to avoid disturbing her vision. Without resting on his hands, he neatly untied his clothes and probed for wounds.

However, her hands froze, she peeled off two layers of clothes, and Baicaoshi saw a... blood bag.

At the same time, she saw that Folded Feather's thick eyelashes trembled, and he grabbed her fluttering hand and let out a "shh".

Ten thousand mud horses flashed in my heart, galloping past. Is this special cat all duck blood?

Baicaoshi put her other hand against her lips, covering the emotions of crying with joy, anger and hatred. The hand that was caught turned into a fist and hammered silently on Zhe Yu's shoulder.

Had her tears, her heartache, her worries been fed to the dogs?

Zhe Yu opened his eyes, did not speak, but told her with his lips. "This is a bitter plan that has been decided long ago, in order to win the trust of Emperor Yu Yanwu."

Baicaoshi knows who is involved without even thinking about it.

Bags of blood and debilitating drugs must have come from the green man. As for the sword that pierced Zhe Yu, it must be Zhenyilou. Co-authored, just keep it from her.

"I didn't dare to tell you because I was afraid that your heart would hurt." Zhe Yu explained with lip language.

"It's too late, I feel distressed, but I feel distressed because of being angry." After all, Baicaoshi has to cooperate with him to carry out this scene to the end.

**

After leaving the room, Emperor Yanwu and the others saw Ying Zhefeng who had returned empty-handed. He was extremely frustrated but sad, "Father, empress, Zhefeng is useless, I have searched inside and out, but I can't find the little prince."

Concubine Si's face turned pale immediately, she covered her mouth with one hand, sobbed in grief, and then said: "Your Majesty, our emperor..."

It's a big deal that the prince is gone.

Emperor Yanwu was furious. Overnight, he was about to lose...two sons? "Judgment, give me a proper trial of the caught fish, and make sure to find the little prince."

Just as he was speaking, an elegant figure fell from the roof, with the little prince clearly sitting on his arm.

When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous. Ying Zhefeng punched Zhenyilou.

The first floor really flashed past lightly. "Your Majesty, I have obeyed the order of my fellow-prefect to protect the little prince. Now return it to Zhao."

Zhe Yu: It's not easy for Emperor Wu of the routine, and he has to kill himself.

Shishi: It's okay, I am the king of magic medicine, half of my leg stepped into the gate of hell, and I will be pulled back by you.

Zhe Yu: Don't bother, just kiss me and I'll be fine right away. All the herbs in the world are inferior to you, you are my only medicine stone.

Shishi: Approaching secretly, bowing his head.

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