0p0 Chapter 410 Multiple forces mobilized in Tianqi to search for the Medicine King Xincao (1)
Chapter 410 Multiple forces mobilized in Tianqi to search for the Medicine King Xincao (1)
Xiao Ruofeng's words left Lei Mengsha speechless for a moment, and after hearing this, Lei Mengsha finally understood Wen Yanzhao's purpose in rescuing Lu Ting'en.
He suddenly realized, "So this was the idea of the Marquis of Zhenxi. It's just because Wen Yanzhao has a high cultivation level. Only he can enter and leave Tianqi City, and no one can stop him!"
Xiao Ruofeng nodded: "That's right. Based on my understanding of Wen Yanzhao, his ambition is not to conquer the world. He only helps the Wen family and the Baili family because of their relationship. If he really wanted to, otherwise, with his cultivation level, the Tianqi royal family would have been wiped out long ago!"
Lei Mengsha stood up, dusting himself off: "Why are you talking about this? You haven't gotten to the point yet. What exactly happened in the palace?"
Xiao Ruofeng also stood up, his brows furrowed again as he stared into Lei Mengsha's eyes and said:
"Father's heart meridian was damaged, and the defeat in Yunzhou caused him to fall ill due to the stress and anxiety!"
Lei Mengsha was not surprised after hearing this: "I guessed it long ago. Apart from His Majesty having something to do, nothing else would make you so anxious."
Xiao Ruofeng looked up at the sky, as if speaking to Lei Mengsha, but also as if speaking to himself:
"While Father is alive, one should not travel far. Father did not approve of my trip this time, alas... I also bear responsibility!"
"Let's go, Second Brother, the sooner we get back, the sooner we can rest easy!"
After saying this, the two mounted their horses and headed straight for the official road, heading north.
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Tianqi City, Zichen Palace.
Xiao Chongjing, lying on the couch, no longer possessed any imperial bearing; his face was sallow, and he was struggling to breathe.
Although it was early spring in March and Tianqi City was warm and cozy, silver charcoal was burning in the main hall.
Xiao Chongjing felt cold because his heart meridian was weak and his blood circulation was poor.
To prevent any unrest in the court, the news of Xiao Chongjing's serious illness was not made public. Apart from Zhuo Qing and Qi Tianchen, only Prince Jingyu Xiao Ruojin and a few close eunuchs knew about it.
Zhuo Qing knelt before the bed, holding a glass medicine bowl in her hands, feeding Xiao Chongjing spoonful by spoonful.
After finishing his medicine, Xiao Chongjing asked weakly:
"Any news from the people sent out to find the Medicine King?"
Zhuo Qing put down the medicine bowl, picked up a silk handkerchief, and gently wiped Xiao Chongjing's lips:
"Your Majesty, I am ashamed to say that I have sent out three groups of people, but none of them have returned to report."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Chongjing's eyes darkened, and he sighed.
"Life and death are predestined. If we cannot find Xin Baicao to cure my illness, we must make plans as soon as possible. The fate of the Great Li Kingdom rests on my shoulders, and I cannot fail the ancestors of the Xiao family..."
At this point, he couldn't stop coughing.
Seeing this, Zhuo Qing quickly patted Xiao Chongjing's back to comfort him:
"Your Majesty is blessed with good fortune. He has only been out for less than three days, so there is no need to worry. This old servant will send out several more groups of men later. Even if we have to search every mountain and river in the Great Li, we will find Xin Baicao!"
Xiao Chongjing nodded, then suddenly remembered someone:
"Has the Shadow Sect Master made any move?"
Zhuo Qing shook his head: "Your Majesty has forgotten that you strictly ordered that this matter not be made public. To this day, the only people who know about Your Majesty's illness are this old servant, Imperial Physician Su, and the Imperial Preceptor!"
Xiao Chongjing grunted in acknowledgment, and after a long pause, he still gave the order:
"The Shadow Sect members are all over Tianqi, and they also have the Dark River organization under their command. They are much more well-informed than the people in the Imperial Palace. Later, you should pass down the order to Ibdo to send people to assist the Imperial Palace in searching for Xin Baicao's whereabouts."
"But remember, you must never mention my illness. Just say that the Imperial Palace needs a rare and precious remedy to help me recover. If you reveal the truth and cause a commotion in the court, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Zhuo Qing's eyes darted around, and he nodded in response, "This old servant obeys. Your Majesty, rest assured that this matter will not be leaked. Your health is of utmost importance, Your Majesty, you should just focus on recuperating."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Chongjing's expression softened considerably. He lay back, gazing at the dome, and asked:
"Where is Feng'er now? It's been almost half a year since he left Tianqi. I don't know if I should let him return to the capital. If we can't find Xin Baicao, he'll probably be the only one left to shoulder the burden of Dali..."
Upon hearing that Xiao Chongjing intended to pass the throne to Xiao Ruofeng, Zhuo Qing pondered for a moment and replied, "After leaving Tianqi City, the Prince of Langya and Lei Mengsha first went to Liangzhou, and then entered Shu to investigate a group of corrupt officials. Finally, they parted ways with Lu Ting'en in Yunzhou. Half a month ago, we heard from our people that Your Highness is still in Chaisang City in the Southwest Road."
"This old servant would like to send someone to Chaisang City today to invite His Highness back to the capital. If the Prince of Langya can stay by His Majesty's side, then we can rest assured."
Xiao Chongjing remained silent for a long while before finally speaking: "Then go ahead, but remember to be careful and don't disturb anyone else!"
Zhuo Qing accepted the order and was about to arrange for someone to send a message to Xiao Ruofeng when Xiao Chongjing called him from behind:
"besides……"
“Bai Li Luo Chen currently controls the Southwest Circuit. To prevent any loss to Feng’er, you should not send anyone from the Imperial Palace… Hmm, let me think about it…”
“Don’t you have a few disciples who have been training in the martial world? One of them is called ‘Shen Jingzhou, the Sword of Wind and Snow.’ I’ve heard that he has quite a reputation and is quite capable. Let’s just let him go to Chaisang City and find Feng’er as a member of the martial world.”
Zhuo Qing dared not refuse. He hadn't expected that although the old emperor had lived deep within the palace for so long, he still knew his background so well. He was somewhat surprised and quickly replied:
"This old servant obeys. Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will give the order immediately."
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Qianzhou Road, Anshun, Yaowang Valley.
In early spring, Yaowang Valley is full of vitality, with all things thriving.
Although the Valley of Medicine Kings is renowned throughout the world, it is one of the most difficult places to find in the world.
Located in a remote corner of the southwest, Qianzhou is surrounded by numerous peaks in the mountain range, with the Miao Mountains interspersed among them and the Wuyi Mountains stretching for thousands of miles.
Among them are countless towering and precipitous peaks, and between the valleys, due to the unpredictable climate, there are many chaotic and complex miasmas, which ordinary people never dare to easily set foot in.
The first generation of Medicine King Li Yuzhen was originally from Ezhou. He was well-versed in medical theory and pharmacology, and although he was strict, he had a kind heart.
At that time, the world was in chaos, and the feudal lords were constantly fighting each other. There were ruins everywhere, and countless corpses of starving people were scattered about.
To escape the ravages of war, Li Yuzhen traveled thousands of miles and finally found a secluded paradise where medicinal herbs flourished and the area was isolated from the outside world. This is now known as Medicine King Valley.
By the time it was passed down to Xin Baicao, it was already the tenth generation. Even so, there were only a handful of people in the martial arts world who could accurately locate the Medicine King Valley.
The Wen family uncle and nephew from Lingnan had a long-standing relationship with Xin Baicao. Sikong Changfeng was also sent in by the Wen family uncle and nephew to treat his illness. There was also Li Changsheng, who had been famous for a hundred years and loved to wander around.
Besides these four, only the former disciple Ghost Doctor Night Raven and the Dark River organization, which is related to the ninth-generation disciple Bai Hehuai, can find this place.
Spring is in full bloom, but Xin Baicao has no time to appreciate it. With Grain Rain approaching, it is the perfect time to cultivate medicinal herbs.
Xin Baicao carried her medicine basket and hoe, and got up early in the morning to work in a medicinal field outside the valley. Soon it was noon.
Seeing that the weather was getting hotter and hotter, Xin Baicao had no choice but to put down his hoe and go to the waterfall at the entrance of the valley to cool off and rest.
He opened the gourd filled with water, drank a few mouthfuls, and sighed to himself:
"I am a renowned medicine king, famous throughout the land, yet I can't even recruit a medicine apprentice. How pathetic! I am truly ashamed of my ancestors."
"Otherwise, how could I have to do the work of tending the medicinal herb field myself? Alas... Sikong Changfeng is a good kid, but unfortunately, his ambitions lie elsewhere."
"That little nephew of the Wen family is even more exceptionally talented, ptooey ptooey ptooey... He's a little poisonous creature. If he stays here for a year or two, I'm afraid there won't be a third living person left in this valley..."
As Xin Baicao lamented her fate, she felt uneasy all over, and her ears felt hot and itchy.
He scratched his ear, somewhat puzzled, and thought to himself:
'Could it be that Wenhujiu is going to cause me trouble again? No, no… if he were coming, he would definitely write to me first, he wouldn't just barge in…'
'Could it be? '
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