Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 709 Fatal Weakness 3
The imperial physician couldn't diagnose the symptoms, which made Ji Moxiu frowned, a little surprised and a little angry.

Looking at Ji Liangchen, who had only arrived two months ago and was lying weakly on the bed again, the dark clouds in Ji Moxiu's eyes rolled violently like waves. Let the imperial physicians feel terrified.

"Back off." With two cold words, Ji Moxiu walked to the bed, directly picked up Ji Liangchen's wrist, and a few wisps of true energy entered Ji Liangchen's body along his fingertips. People wake up faintly.

Opening his eyes, looking at the emperor uncle standing in front of him, Ji Liangchen seemed to be a little confused, so he called out blankly, "Emperor uncle."

Ji Moxiu looked at him indifferently, his voice was tinged with coldness, "Do you think life is going too smoothly——"

puff--

Before he finished speaking, Ji Liangchen's expression changed, and he turned his head hastily. A mouthful of blood avoided Ji Moxiu's robe, and sprayed it on the white velvet carpet. The bright red reflected the pure white, which was particularly shocking.

"Cough cough...cough..." Ji Liangchen lay on the edge of the bed, coughing violently, which was almost uncontrollable.

Ji Moxiu frowned more and more, and undisguised anger flashed in his eyes.

"Huang... Uncle Huang, cough cough... I, I probably... I won't live long..." His voice was hoarse and weak, his complexion was as pale as paper, and after a short break from his violent cough, Ji Liangchen raised his head, his eyes were lonely and sad Looking at Ji Moxiu, "Uncle Emperor——"

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes went dark and he passed out again.

Ji Moxiu's expression changed slightly, and he quickly grabbed his body to prevent his center of gravity from falling down. Looking at the weak man in his arms, Ji Moxiu's expression changed again and again, without any hesitation, he used his true energy to wake him up again. Looking at Ji Liangchen who opened his eyes tiredly, he tried his best to control his raging cold anger, "Chen'er, tell me, what medicine did you take again?"

"Take... medicine?" Ji Liangchen's eyes were filled with bitterness, his eyes were dull, as if something had burst from his eyes, "Uncle Huang suspects that I... repeat the old trick? I didn't..."

The body was extremely exhausted, and he felt a burst of darkness sweeping in after only a few words. He tried his best to open his eyes, but in vain. When he finally fell into a coma, Ji Liangchen saw his royal uncle in a daze. Turning into a shocked expression, there seemed to be a flash of color called fear in his eyes...

Ji Liangchen was already unable to distinguish, and was completely plunged into the chaos and darkness.

Ji Moxiu lowered his eyes, and the waves in his eyes were turbulent. Looking at Ji Liangchen who was unconsciously sleeping, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

Slowly subsiding his anger, he laid Ji Liangchen's body flat on the bed, held his wrist, touched his pulse with his fingertips, and silently felt his pulse under his fingertips, which was no different from ordinary people.

It is indeed no different from ordinary people, so even the imperial doctor with superb medical skills can't diagnose any abnormalities.

However, in just a split second, this menacing illness quickly destroyed this supposedly healthy body like a poison that blocked the throat with blood.

Extremely weak, it seemed that even the pulse began to fail.

Ji Moxiu's complexion gradually changed, but he didn't realize it. The moment he put down Ji Liangchen's wrist, his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

Red Bean Acacia.

A beautiful and romantic name, however, this is a strange poison that makes people helpless.

Closing his eyes, Feng Qi's words sounded in Ji Moxiu's ears, "It is impossible for anyone in this world to be indestructible. Even you have weaknesses that you haven't noticed."

weakness?

He scoffed.

In his past and present lives, he called the wind and called the rain, and looked down on thousands of people indifferently from the clouds. Has he ever had a weakness?
He is used to controlling everything. He has never really pursued power, fame, status, wealth and women, and these things have never been worth his troubles to pursue, because everything he wants is within his grasp.

However, time has passed for so long that even he himself has neglected that there is one thing in this world—no, not this world, but when he was the High Priest of the Loud Sky Continent that he will never forget. It can't be done either.

He can't cure the poison of red bean lovesickness.

There are thousands of types of highly poisonous poisons in this world, but none of them can stop him, except red bean lovesickness.

Ji Moxiu's expression was deep, and in the deep was a trace of almost imperceptible panic and anxiety. He never thought that this rare poison would appear in this continent of the universe.

Is it Feng Qi's handwriting?

This thought flashed through his mind, but Ji Moxiu shook his head silently.

No, Feng Qi has only been in his mansion for three days, and before entering his mansion, he had never met Ji Liangchen alone. Although they often met these two days, Feng Qi had no chance when Ji Moxiu was here. Poisoning—and, the most important point, it takes at least ten days for the red bean lovesickness to show symptoms in the body.

Therefore, it couldn't be Feng Qi who moved his hand.

Ji Moxiu silently searched for clues, and unexpectedly remembered Ji Liangchen's words, "A wise man has a lot of worries, but he will definitely make mistakes."

So, he did it himself?
Ji Moxiu's eyes gradually turned cold, and he closed his eyes, a surge of anger swept through his heart again, making him want to reach out and strangle the weak man on the bed to death.

……Do not.

Anger came and went quickly, Ji Moxiu's thoughts gradually became clear, and he once again denied his judgment in his heart.

Ji Liangchen hadn't left Dazhou for more than a year, almost never even left the palace—red bean lovesickness is a kind of poison that is not easy to preserve, it will melt by itself within one month after it is made, and it will disappear after melting. efficacy.

Moreover, no one in the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty could produce this kind of poison.

Therefore, it is impossible for Ji Liangchen to get this poison from anyone.

So, who did it to him?

Ji Moxiu's thoughts raced, but he couldn't draw any conclusions at all for a moment. He slowly stretched out his hand, injected pure yang zhenqi into Ji Liangchen's key points to protect his heart, and then looked deeply at the A look at his pale complexion.

Turn around and go outside.

"Jian."

"The slave is here." Ji'an knelt down on the ground almost out of his wits, not daring to lift his head.

"Who has the emperor been in contact with in the past few days?"

touch?

The prince asked about people other than these slaves.

Ji'an thought for a while, then shook his head in fear and anxiety, "No, except for the occasional visit of the Prime Minister, the others... have not been in contact with anyone."

(End of this chapter)