After being read by the tyrant, the character of the little cannon fodder completely collapsed

Chapter 80: Drink tea or get slapped, it’s your choice

"Master Xia, we'd better hurry up!" The coachman didn't have much patience. He came up and grabbed Xia Chang's shoulders, and threw him into the big bucket.

Xia Chang screamed and fell into the bottom of the barrel, and his screams stopped suddenly.

"Master Zhao? Master Wu?"

It turned out to be the two imperial doctors who were separated from him just now.

The faces of the two imperial doctors were uglier than him. One had bruises on his face, and the other had half his face swollen.

"What happened to you?"

Xia Chang wanted to ask more questions, and the bucket lid clicked shut.

Imperial Doctor Zhao made a grimace: "Master Xia, do you still need to ask?"

Dr. Wu was also on the verge of tears: "We didn't even have time to say anything before we were slapped unconscious and thrown here."

Doctor Zhao looked at Xia Chang through the crack of light: "It seems that you are lucky, Mr. Xia, and you were not injured!"

Xia Chang smiled coquettishly.

It is estimated that if Eunuch An was not there, his slap would have been indispensable.

"Two adults, do you know where we are going?"

Doctor Zhao: "How do you know this?"

Doctor Wu: "We don't dare to ask!"

That big slap hit my face, and my head was buzzing. I didn't dare to say another word. Did I dare to ask where I was going?
At this time, even if they were dragged to the beheading platform, they would not dare to grunt.

The carriage swayed and bumped for a long time, and finally stopped in front of a house.

The driver got out of the car, opened the lid, and patted the big bucket: "Get off!"

The three people looked at each other, but they had no choice but to bite the bullet and crawl out of the bucket tremblingly.

"Hero, what kind of place is this? We are all court officials, you, you can't... do anything to us!" Dr. Zhao said forcefully, but there was a clear cry in his voice.

The coachman didn't say anything and pushed open the courtyard door: "You three gentlemen, please come."

At this point, Xia Chang and the three of them looked at each other and sighed, and walked into the yard one by one.

The small courtyard is clean and simple, with only some simple furniture. It doesn't look like someone is staying there permanently.

"Masters, please wait a moment, the water here will be boiling soon." The girl's quiet voice came from the kitchen.

The coachman pointed at the house with a dark face: "Over there, please."

Xia Chang nodded sarcastically and almost fell down when he went up the steps.

Inside the house, there was a man in his thirties or forties with dark skin, stubble all over his face, and patched clothes. He was sitting on the ground with his bare feet, grinding some herbal medicine with a stone mortar.

When he saw someone coming in, he just raised his eyelids and glanced at the three of them, then lowered his head and continued working.

The three of them, Xia Chang, looked at each other and didn't know what to say. They each found a chair and sat down.

The coachman took off his bamboo hat and sat silently on the threshold with the light behind him. For some reason, the three of them always felt that there was a trace of murderous aura about him.

"Here, last year's tea leaves are a bit thicker. I'm afraid the three adults have delicate throats and won't be used to drinking them. But this is the only thing in a small rural place. Please don't dislike it."

With laughter, a girl wearing a linen dress and cuffed sleeves walked into the room.

The moment they saw her, Xia Chang and the other three jumped up in shock.

"Ling Xi?"

"Miss Ling?"

"It's you?"

It turned out to be Ling Xi! !

The three people suddenly woke up, looked at the coachman suddenly, and stood up in horror.

At this moment, they suddenly realized.

"He, he is..."

"Hidden loyalty!"

"His Majesty's Thirteen Guards!" "..."

Hidden loyalty is different from the Twelve Guards.

Although he was with the tyrant, he had no official position.

But he has the right to enter and exit the imperial city freely.

In the hearts of everyone, they silently regarded him as the Thirteenth Guards, who was not restricted or controlled by anyone besides the Twelve Guards.

Xia Chang and others had heard of this man a long time ago and had seen him from a distance, but they were not familiar with him, so they didn't recognize him just now.

Now that I see him and Ling Xi, I understand.

Ling Xi put down the tea cup: "You three adults, sit down. Let's sit down and talk if you have anything to say."

"Um, Miss Ling, why did you bring the three of us here?" Xia Chang asked in a muffled voice.

"Don't you know, Mr. Xia?" Ling Xi raised her eyes with a smile: "I thought you were a smart man and would know it without me saying anything."

Xia Chang hesitated for a moment: "Is it for His Majesty's sake?"

"Otherwise? I'll just have nothing to do and invite the three of you to tea?"

"..."

Ling Xi looked beautiful, with a smile and a soft voice, but for some reason, the three of them could feel the suffocating pressure spreading on her body.

This feeling makes them very uncomfortable.

"Miss Ling, we have already reported your Majesty's matter to the Queen Mother," Imperial Doctor Zhao said in a low voice, "And there are also records at the Imperial Hospital..."

"pat"

Qian Shizhong threw over a stack of brochures.

The book fell to the ground, scattering some dust.

His face was expressionless: "Are these?"

"This, this is His Majesty's medical records from the Royal Hospital. Why are they here?" Doctor Wu stood up in surprise: "These are secrets and must be sealed and archived. How can they be taken out casually?"

When Qian Shizhong raised his eyes, Doctor Wu suddenly stopped talking.

He smiled awkwardly and sat down.

Ling Xi snapped her fingers: "Don't be nervous, three adults. It's nothing important to invite the three of you here today. I just want to invite the three of you to rewrite His Majesty's medical record... again!"

"……what?"

"this?"

"why?"

The expressions of the three people changed greatly and they stood up excitedly.

"Sit down!" Qian Shizhong yelled angrily.

Xia Chang and the other three were still very afraid of him.

They looked at each other quietly, lowered their heads, and sat down silently.

Qian Shizhong turned around and grabbed a basket from outside the door and pushed it to the feet of the three of them. "Here are pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Use them by yourself. Make them by yourself!"

The three people looked at each other, but no one took action.

Ling Xi sat opposite them, slowly washing and making tea: "Don't worry, three adults. After your Majesty's medical records are written, I will burn them and will not let them leave this room."

"Miss Ling, what do you mean by this?" Xia Chang bit his lip and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty's condition is recorded in the medical records. Why does Miss Ling need us to bother and waste time writing another copy?"

"Since it has been written in the medical records, and His Majesty's illness was treated by three masters personally, then writing a few words is just a restatement. How much thought and time can be spent? "

Ling Xi smiled brightly, with a hint of anger at the end of her eyes.

"Could it be that the three of you don't remember how to use the medicine? Or...do you mean that you don't remember how you gave His Majesty the medicine indiscriminately?"

This last sentence pierced the hearts of Xia Chang and the other three people like a sharp knife.

Their breathing stagnated at this moment, and they stared at Ling Xi in horror and horror, as if she had seen through their souls.

(End of this chapter)