The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Xiao Ruiyuan and the ghost doctor came to a secluded and open place to ensure that no one would be hiding nearby and hear their conversation.

The ghost doctor looked at Xiao Ruiyuan with a bit of hesitation on his face, not knowing how to say what was going to happen next.

Xiao Ruiyuan waited quietly, without any impatient urging, but his heart was lifted high. For Gui Lao to be in such a difficult position, what he said must be related to his cousin. Could it be that his condition has changed?

The ghost doctor's hesitation did not last long, but what he said made Xiao Ruiyuan change his face: "Xiao boy, I took your highness's pulse a few days ago and found that there was something wrong with your highness's pulse. The abnormality was not obvious at the time. I couldn't be sure for the moment, so I didn't. Mention it to you! I just checked His Highness’s pulse, and something strange has already appeared. I didn’t want to disturb His Highness’s interest in this trip, so I didn’t mention it in front of His Highness. Now I’m telling you, I hope you are prepared.”

Xiao Ruiyuan's heart sank, and he clenched his hands unconsciously. His voice was trembling without even noticing it: "Old Ghost, tell me!"

The ghost doctor closed his eyes, feeling equally uncomfortable. Speaking of which, he also watched Chu Heng grow up. If he hadn't owed the royal family a favor in his early years, he would not have given up his carefree life. He stayed in the capital all year round, staying by Chu Heng's side every day and personally taking care of his body. .

"Back then, I tried my best to protect His Highness's heart with secret techniques, so that he would not be invaded by poison and die. However, more than twenty years later, the heart-eating poison in His Highness's body has accumulated more and more, and now it is almost To overcome the obstacles I have set up, unless you find the thousand-year-old ginseng within ten days, your highness will definitely not survive this month."

Xiao Ruiyuan trembled all over and stared at the ghost doctor with a trace of bloodthirsty scarlet in his eyes: "Old Ghost, my cousin has been plotted against me?" Otherwise, my cousin clearly still has three months to live, why is he only left with three months to live? Next ten days?

The ghost doctor shook his head and said sadly: "Your Highness has been thinking too much recently and has affected his heart, which is why the heart-eating poison has an opportunity to take advantage of it. If you can't find the thousand-year-old ginseng, I will be powerless even if I try the secret method again!"

When Xiao Ruiyuan heard this, the violence in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his voice revealed a deep sense of powerlessness: "Old Ghost, is there no other way to extend His Highness's life?"

Ten days, only ten days left!

After searching for so many years, there is still no news about the Millennium Ginseng. His cousin has long advised him to give up, but he always holds a glimmer of hope in his heart. Now, this hope will be cruelly broken by the irreversible reality?

The ghost doctor looked at him, looking at the distant night, and sighed helplessly: "I... can't do anything!"

Xiao Ruiyuan closed his eyes slightly, and traces of red blood spilled out from his clenched palms. Everything he had insisted on collapsed at this moment, and his whole body seemed to have lost all support, revealing unspeakable despair...

The next day, the east lighted up with fish white light. The accompanying ministers and the noble sons who had not yet entered the official position got up early after being shaken all day yesterday.

The ministers are always ready to accompany you. If you can be appointed by the emperor on the first day, it means that you are in the emperor's heart and trusted by the highest authority. In the next year, as long as you don't make any big mistakes, your status will be secure. , no one dared to be rude; the young and competitive nobles, dressed in powerful clothes, with their hair tied high, were working on the shooting range outside the tent, setting up arrows, warming up in advance, and were ready to show off their skills on horses at any time.

After three years of preparation and three years of anticipation, no one is more eager to succeed than these passionate young people. Once they catch the eye of the emperor or a prince on the hunting ground, at least they, the sons of aristocratic families who cannot study and serve as officials, can have a good future. Even if they start as a low-level bodyguard, it is better than hanging around at home and waiting to die. Good.