After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Chapter 661 Recognizing the Prince

The other party seemed not to have heard and rode away at full speed.

If we delay any further and something happens to the prince, who will be responsible?

The carriage could not enter the palace gate, so the carriage had to get off at the gate and be inspected by the imperial guards before entering the palace.

Fang Nanzhi was carrying two medicine boxes and was one step behind his master.

While his hands were busy, his eyes were not idle either. He looked around, his face full of exploration and curiosity.

The palace is really big, more than four or five times bigger than Lin Fuyin’s house.

The platforms are all engraved with dragon patterns, and the palace is magnificent with red walls and green tiles, which seem to be glazed tiles.

Of course, they couldn't go up to the palace, so they could only look at it from a distance and turn into a small road.

The three-story pavilion has tiles with intricate carvings of mythical beasts on the corners.

The yard with flowers blooming in full bloom made the system excited again.

A team of imperial guards were patrolling by and saw this unfamiliar little girl being so unruly in the palace, so they wanted to stop her and reprimand her.

However, he was stopped by his captain.

You are so blind that you don't even see what the little girl is wearing.

The prince's jade pendant was on her, so she must be a noble person.

Fang Nanzhi was completely unaware that she had violated a taboo, and it was only thanks to the jade pendant on her body that she was protected.

Mr. Zhou knew it, but he was calm and didn't remind his apprentice.

What are you afraid of? It's understandable that a young girl is a little unstable.

It took a full quarter of an hour to walk from the palace gate to the East Palace. Fang Nanzhi was fine and her interest was not diminished at all.

But Mr. Zhou was so tired that his feet and legs ached.

Fang Nanzhi wanted to help him, but he had no hands free, so he looked at the imperial guards who were leading the way for help.

The latter was silent for a moment, but still reached out his hand.

When we finally arrived at the East Palace, we saw the palace maids and eunuchs busy at work, some holding basins and some carrying medicine bags.

"Tell me! What's the situation with the prince?" The voice of a middle-aged man, majestic, angry, and slightly tired, came from the main room.

Inside the room, more than a dozen people were kneeling on the ground, none of them daring to look up.

The man in the lead is the current head of the Imperial Medical Service, his surname is Xing.

He gritted his teeth and had to speak: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince already has an old illness, and this time he was poisoned. I'm afraid, I'm afraid, he won't be able to make it."

"How dare you, quack doctors, curse the prince? Come, drag him out!"

The emperor was furious and threw the cup in his hand away.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

All the doctors pleaded together.

"Your Majesty, we have tried our best. It's a pity that Lord Zhou has left the Imperial Hospital. If he were still here, there might be a glimmer of hope." Doctor Xing said tremblingly.

The middle-aged man who was kneeling at the door of the house had a face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it when he heard this.

He was the Prince of Ning of the current dynasty and was deeply favored by the emperor.

Some time ago, the Crown Prince inexplicably targeted him, but Prince Ning was not worried and responded in an orderly manner.

He announced to the public that the prince had a misunderstanding of him and wanted to have a frank talk.

The prince did not respond before, but yesterday, he suddenly agreed.

Prince Ning felt that the Crown Prince could no longer withstand the pressure from the ministers in the court, and he had no real evidence in his hands.

This meeting is for them to negotiate terms and understand the situation.

Everything went as he expected. When the two sides met, the prince was tense at first, but gradually calmed down.

The two sides had already reached a tacit understanding, but at this moment, the prince suddenly vomited blood.

He sat opposite the prince, and blood splattered on his face.

Afterwards, the prince's men responded quickly, sealing off the teahouse, calling in the imperial physician, and sending the prince back to the palace, almost all in one go.

Prince Ning could only protect the prince all the way.

When the imperial physician arrived, he first checked the prince's teacup and found that it was poisoned.

It was Prince Ning who invited the Crown Prince to taste tea, and the teahouse was under the name of the steward of Prince Ning's mansion, which meant it was the property of the mansion.

During this period, Prince Ning was repeatedly targeted by the Crown Prince.

So Prince Ning became the biggest suspect, and he had no way to defend himself.

If the prince really died, he would probably have to be buried with him, no, with the entire Ning Wang Mansion.

No matter how much the emperor trusts him, he will not allow him to touch the prince.

Doting on the prince is one thing, but suspecting him of wanting the throne of the East Palace is the most dangerous thing.

Just because the crown prince impeached him, he dared to take action against the crown prince.

Then after the emperor scolds him a few times, he won’t bear grudges or plot rebellion and usurp the throne?

Prince Ning was anxious and angry. Who on earth had framed him? He better not catch him!

Old Zhou, who also heard what Doctor Xing said, was simply angry.

This old Xing, he and his wife, one the director and the other the deputy director, used to be secretly hostile to each other.

Now that he has retired and returned to his hometown, Old Xing is still putting the blame on him!

What a shameless person!

Mr. Zhou snorted in his heart, but didn't show it on his face.

He was bowing slightly respectfully, waiting to be summoned by the emperor.

He gave his apprentice a look, and Fang Nanzhi understood it immediately. He immediately restrained himself, bowed his head and looked at the ground.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Zhou is here."

"Come in." The emperor suppressed his anger.

"Your humble servant pays homage to the emperor. Long live the emperor!" As soon as Mr. Zhou entered the room, he knelt down and paid his respects.

Fang Nanzhi quickly put the medicine box on the ground, and his movements were a little rough, making two "clang" sounds.

She raised her hands above her head and knelt down.

The emperor glanced at her and saw that she was a little girl, so he didn't pay much attention to her. "Mr. Zhou, there is no need to be so polite. Please treat the prince first. After Mr. Zhou left, there are only straw bags left in the Imperial Hospital."

The imperial doctors were scolded, but they did not dare to complain.

Most people feel that their medical skills are indeed not as good as Mr. Zhou's.

Old Xing gritted his teeth. Why did this old man really come? He just said that just now, just wanting to relieve some pressure on the Imperial Hospital.

"Yes."

Mr. Zhou stood up and walked behind the screen.

On the wooden couch, the prince had his eyes closed, his face was pale, and his breathing was very weak, as if he was really dying.

Mr. Zhou sighed in his heart, and a look of heartache appeared on his face.

Let Zhizhi bring the pulse pillow.

Fang Nanzhi got up from the ground, feeling something was wrong. Should he wait for the emperor to say no to the formalities?

She gave the emperor a guilt-ridden smile and ran behind the screen with the medicine box in her arms.

Mr. Zhou wanted to cover his eyes. Didn’t he tell this girl to behave herself?

Fortunately, the emperor's mind was on the prince and he had no time to care about anything else.

Fang Nanzhi put the pulse pillow in place before she accidentally glanced at the prince's face.

Ok?

She widened her eyes, Shi Junyan, how is it possible?

She was stunned, as if struck by lightning. A few days ago, she was still exchanging letters with Shi Junyan, saying that she was about to go to the capital.

Shi Junyan wrote back and promised to take her to eat all over the streets and alleys of Beijing.

How did her little friend, Shi Junyan become the crown prince?

She had guessed that her friend's identity was not simple before, and thought he was a descendant of a big family. She never expected that Shi Junyan was even more powerful than she thought.

Fang Nanzhi closed her chin manually and really wanted to go up and pinch the prince's face to see if it was fake.

"Cough!" Old Zhou coughed loudly, indicating that she should come back to her senses.

Fang Nanzhi shuddered and looked at his master.

Yes, the master must have known that Shi Junyan was the prince, but did not tell her.