Ying Zheng temporarily pressed the matter of elixir and accepted the treatment of the doctor Nian Duan and Gongsun Guang first, which made the ministers of the Qin court breathed a sigh of relief.

However, there are also hidden dangers. The alchemy technique of Yunzhongjun Xu Fu has aroused Ying Zheng's interest, and the root of the dream of immortality has been planted.

In the following days, the King of Qin was treated, and under the leadership of Lu Yan, the ministers of the Qin court began to improve the new talent selection system, and time moved forward slowly.

...

In the Xianyang Palace, Duanmu Rong was making a decoction for Ying Zheng, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat. She was not used to it, and she was not used to it. Every moment, someone was staring at her in secret.

This feeling made her feel no sense of security, and her psychology was greatly affected by a negative impact. But she understood that it was inevitable. She boiled medicine for the King of Qin to treat her illness, and she was destined to be under surveillance for every move.

The Imperial Physician Ling also had a very ordinary attitude towards Duanmu Rong. If he came to Nian Duan or Gongsun Guang, he would definitely remain respectful. However, when he treated the king, he actually sent a little girl. Even if he was a disciple of the Medical Immortal, it would be too much.

The man was invited by Lu Yan, and the king didn't say anything. The imperial physician Ling naturally would not make any embarrassment against Duanmurong, but if you want a good face, you can't even think about it.

Under the constant surveillance of the Imperial Secret Guard, the Imperial Medical Office could not see half of the kind-hearted and kind-hearted person. Duanmurong had to admit that she had simply thought of treating the King of Qin.

When she found the Qin King with the decocted medicine, the scene in front of her prevented her from stepping into the hall as soon as possible.

Ying Zheng was still like that, and handled government affairs with the assistance of his close servants and Meng Yi. Whenever a document was approved, someone next to him would send the document to a scale. There was something on the other end of the scale, and Duanmurong could not tell the weight with her naked eyes.

Meng Yi noticed that the man appeared outside the hall, put the pen in his hand, and said to Ying Zheng: "King, Mr. Duanmu has come here to deliver medicine, so let's take the medicine for the time being."

Duanmurong came back to her senses and walked into the hall with the medicine carefully.

Ying Zheng was supported and sat upright, opened his eyes and looked at people, and slowly spoke: "Duanmurong, Mr. Nianduan's disciple, once in Handan, helped the national teacher to expose the plains, Zhao Ling, and the men are as good as men."

This is the first time Duanmurong has seen Ying Zheng, who is said to be a tyrant by many people. The other party has a long nose, thin lips, narrow eyes, low eyebrows, sharp face, and extraordinary power.

He spoke, even if he was sick and weak, he could not deprive him of his courage. A comment to himself was a compliment and no objection.

Duanmurong took a deep breath, and her heartbeat was strangely steady. She took the initiative to look up at Ying Zheng and asked, "Master, can you ask, what is the use of that scale?"

Ying Zheng frowned. The scale was idle for a long time, but he didn't expect that he had a disease and was used again.

He has always had a habit of resting at least eighty kilograms of official documents he reviewed every day. The scale was used to weigh bamboo slips in the palace.

As Lu Yan's papermaking technique gradually matured, Qin State used paper documents instead of bamboo slips, and weighed the official documents with a scale and then changed to a time count. Only after five hours of handling official duties every day would a nearby servant remind him to go to bed.

Recently, Ying Zheng was sick and still worked for five hours a day, so he ordered someone to take out the scale and handle three kilograms of official documents every day so that he could rest with peace of mind.

"You are a doctor, why do you ask me what you do?" Ying Zheng did not answer Duanmu Rong and asked her to do the serious business, "Please take medicine to me."

"The king's illness is avoided in the effort. Medicine can cure the body, but it is difficult to replenish the mind. If the king still uses this difficult method to deal with official duties every day, this disease will be like drawing silk, and I don't know how long it will take to delay."

Duanmurong saw with her own eyes that a close servant placed the processed official documents on the scale tray, and the tray only sank a little. She knew that the extent of this sinking represents the meaning.

"Mr. Nian Duan is called the Medical Immortal, a disciple of the Medical Immortal, and he cannot cure mere head disease."

Ying Zheng was dissatisfied and even complained about Lu Yan. Is this little girl reliable? Why didn’t Nian Duan come here in person?

"The king's medicine is the prescription discussed and prescribed by the master and Mr. Gongsun Guang, but Duanmu Rong will do it. If the Immortal and the King of Medicine cannot be cured, no one in the world can cure the king."

Hearing Duanmurong say this, Meng Yi couldn't help but shout: "Mr. Duanmu."

"Ha~" Ying Zheng smiled softly, "I heard that you are from Yan, aren't you afraid of me?"

"I am a doctor, you are my patient. Doctors are afraid of patients, so how can they cure the disease?"

!!!

Meng Yi stood below and looked stunned. It was the first time he had seen someone dare to talk to the king like this in the past twenty years.

Ying Zheng himself was also shocked and suddenly became lost.

Guli

Duan Murong walked up with the medicine, put down the holder, held the medicine pot with her slender hands, and felt that the temperature was just right, so she nodded.

"Master, take medicine."

Ying Zheng did not speak anymore, basically followed Duanmurong's movements, closed his eyes slightly, and calmly finished the medicine.

"Um?"

He felt himself lying on the couch with his hands in his back and forth. When he opened his eyes suddenly, Duanmurong saw his eyebrows and eyes lowered, and his hands pressed on his upper body in a series of ways.

"I--"

Duanmurong frowned and stared at him from a high point. Her lips and teeth moved and her three words were spit out, "Don't move."

Ying Zheng didn't know what kind of mentality he should be at this moment, but he was inexplicably drunk by a civilian woman. Should he be angry or what to do?

The face of the beautiful woman in front of her was gradually blurring, and the feeling coming from her body became lighter and lighter. Suddenly, Ying Zheng tilted his head and fell asleep.

"Surp~"

Duanmurong felt the cold air coming from the sword in front of her neck. She raised her head as if nothing had happened and saw a firm and calm face. She didn't know the other party, but she thought it must be the guard of the King of Qin or the like.

The Shadow Secret Guard also appeared from the darkness and surrounded Duanmurong completely in the middle.

She took off the silver needle inserted in Ying Zheng acupoint very casually and glanced at the swordsman whom she had never met, "Today's treatment is over, I'll come again tomorrow."

After saying that, she stretched out her fingers, moved the sword in front of her neck, packed up the things she brought, and left with the support desk.

No one of the shadow guards present dared to stop him.

Gai Nie looked at her leaving back and returned the Qingshuang Sword to sheath, "Don't worry, the king just fell asleep."

Meng Yi looked at Ying Zheng who was lying on the couch with his head on his back, looked up at Gai Nie, and finally reached out to pinch his face.

Hiss ~ Duanmurong, a strange woman!

"Mr. Gai Nie, you are in your care." He hurriedly said to Gai Nie, turned around and ran out.

...

"Mr. Duanmu, Mr. Duanmu~" Meng Yi caught up with Duanmu Rong who was walking towards the Imperial Medical Office, ran to her and bowed.

Duanmurong didn't know anyone, so she replied coldly: "What's the matter with me sir?"

"Meng Yi, please thank me for my king."

Meng Yi bowed respectfully and bowed to the end.

"Alas, since the king got sick, Yi can't remember how many times he persuaded the king to rest, but it never worked. Mr. Duanmu really made Yi amazed."

Duanmurong thought of the scale, and her eyes flashed, "Does the King of Qin have so many official duties to deal with? Even if he is infected, he still refuses to rest."

Meng Yi smiled bitterly, both admiring and helpless, "Mr. Duanmu doesn't know that before the king had been ill, he worked at least five hours a day, and the cold and heat were going on, and many years were like a day. Who wouldn't be ashamed of the Qin court?

It is estimated that only Master National Master can compare with one or two. But Master National Master National Master is a martial arts practitioner with profound cultivation and is the best in the world. His body does not need to worry, but the king will never do it.

If Mr. Duanmu is like this today, he will definitely let the king cultivate himself well for a while."

Duanmurong nodded silently.

The King of Qin is indeed an extraordinary monarch.

Mr. Lu Yan, really, there is no need to worry...
Chapter completed!