He Yi stood up and said to him, "Prince, Taoist priest should have swallowed a large amount of golden elixir before this."

"Golden Pill?!"

When Zhu Feng heard this, his eyebrows frowned.

Nan Yan was a little confused when she listened. Of course, she knew that in addition to meditation and practice, Taoist priests were also practicing alchemy in daily life. Many Taoists had secret recipes for alchemy, saying that after taking it, they could prolong their life and even turn into immortals.

What does this have to do with the current situation of the old uncle?

So I couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with the golden elixir?"

He Yi said in a deep voice: "Weichen just took his pulse for the old uncle. He - he is already terminally ill, but he has never shown any morbidity in front of the emperor and the empress. It should be because of taking the golden elixir to restrain his condition. But now, the matter of praying for rain has exhausted his essence and blood, and his condition cannot be suppressed."

Nan Yan's face turned pale: "Severely ill?!"

She remembered that when she heard Wen Wuyu accusing him of killing someone, the old uncle's spirit seemed to collapse, and he coughed so hard that his waist could not be straightened.

So at that time, it was already the verge of his illness.

Thinking of this, she regretted it even more and gritted her teeth and said softly: "It would be great if I didn't leave, I, I..."

Zhu Feng, who was beside him, glanced at her.

He was also a little shocked. Although he had understood early on that the old uncle who had been hiding for many years could not come to him for no reason to offer him a gust of east wind. This elder who knew too much of the past must have concealed something from him, but Zhu Feng did not expect that the first thing he had concealed was his condition.

However, since he concealed it like this, what's the use of Nanyan staying there?

But at this time, he couldn't raise too much energy to comfort her, so he just reached out and patted her shoulder, signaling Nan Yan not to blame himself too much, and then looked at He Yi with a serious expression and asked, "What's his disease?"

He Yi said: "Typhoid fever enters the lungs."

lung?!

When Zhu Feng heard this, his heart sank.

Once a person has lung disease, there is almost no cure. He never expected that this uncle would come to him with such a serious illness.

But he was still unwilling to give up and asked again: "But there is still a rescue?"

He Yi's eyes were also a little red in the dim light. He choked and said, "If you treat it early and breathe well, even if you can't recover, you may still be able to delay it for a while. However, according to Weichen's observation, the Jindan that the Taoist priest had taken before forcibly restrained the condition and squeezed the energy in his body. Now he is afraid--"

Nan Yan couldn't help but let out a low voice and reached out to cover her mouth.

Could it be that he had known that his illness had no cure, so he forcibly restrained his illness and traveled a long distance to Zhu Feng. He used his life to exchange for Zhu Feng's gust of east wind and the rain that defeated the enemy!

But why?

Why did he do this?

If the old uncle had almost no blame in his life, he followed Emperor Gao to conquer the world and was at the highest position, but he retreated bravely and fled into the mountains to practice alone. Over the years, he had almost no connection with the court except for sending his three sons to Zhu Feng's side.

Why did he do such a thing at this time? Could it be—

Nan Yan trembled suddenly.

She remembered what Wen Wuyu said when she saw the old uncle take out the peach wood sword while praying for rain.

It is very likely that he killed a woman many years ago in this deserted land in the northwest.

In fact, murder is almost nothing to people like them, but it seems strange that he is a very powerful minister who draws his sword to kill a woman in such a place.

Is there anything wrong with these two?

Thinking of this, she suddenly turned to Zhu Feng: "Emperor——"

But before she could say anything, she saw He Yi on the side with a serious expression, as if she wanted to say something, but after looking at Zhu Feng, he sighed again and lowered his head, as if he had given up something.

Zhu Feng also glanced at him.

After thinking about it, he said, "What else do you have - even if it is to make the old uncle feel more comfortable."

He Yi said in a deep voice: "I will do my best."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave the tent.

But just as he walked to the door, suddenly, Zhu Feng's voice sounded behind him: "Heyi."

He immediately stopped and looked back at Zhu Feng: "What are the emperor's instructions?"

Zhu Feng did not speak immediately, but looked at him deeply, with his eyes deep and solemn. After a while, he slowly said: "Heyi, you can continue to hide it. If you hide it until the end, it would be fine; if you can't hide it, I will naturally settle the score with you!"

Hearing this, Nan Yan's heart beats a little.

The emperor said that settlement is not ordinary settlement.

If this emperor sword is about to fall, at the very least, the head of the liquidator will fall to the ground, and at the worst, the blood will flow into rivers and corpses everywhere.

Even though she had never seen it, she had also heard about how Emperor Gao settled his civil servants and military officials after his founding. At that time, the whole world was filled with blood, and Ran Xiaoyu's hatred and hatred were also left behind since that time.

Just thinking about this, Nanyan felt a little scared.

When Zhu Feng said this, could he have become murderous about He Yi?

He Yi was not scared by the emperor's words as ordinary people when he heard this. He only remained silent for a while before he said softly: "I understand, I understand."

After saying that, he bowed again, then turned around and walked out.

Nanyan watched the heavy tent fall, but she could not stop the fishy smell on the ground caused by the downpour outside, giving people a sense of desolation in the prehistoric world and not knowing where to go. She stood there in a daze. After a while, she heard Zhu Feng say, "What are you going to say to me?"

Nan Yan immediately told him what happened when he was praying for rain.

Zhu Feng's brows frowned deeply when he heard this.

"kill……?"

He said in a deep voice: "Wen Wuyu has seen his uncle kill someone?"

“…”

"Will it just be the crazy words he said?"

Nan Yan sighed and said, "I have watched coldly during these days. Although Wen Wuyu is crazy, he is crazy for no reason. It should be said that every time he goes crazy, he seems to be stimulated by some specific people or things, and most of the crazy words he says are traceable."

“…”

"I'm daring to guess, I'm afraid that the reason why he was scared crazy at Yumen Pass back then was on my uncle."

Zhu Feng looked at the old uncle on the bed with a serious expression.

He asked again: "Where is Wen Wuyu Man?"

Nan Yan said: "I have asked everyone to take him down, now it should-"
Chapter completed!