Showa twenty-eighth year.

winter.

Thousands of nine-dragon glazed palace lanterns illuminated the entire Zhongcui Palace. Palace attendants holding palace lanterns bowed their heads and knelt in front of the beautiful and complicated curtains. The blue palace attire was reflected on the blue marble floor tiles, making it dull and dull. It leaked more and more, and time

Obscure and long.

The night was thick, everything was silent, and there was no sound around. Only Emperor Showa inside the curtain occasionally had a cough that damaged his heart and lungs, which seemed particularly abrupt in the long silent night.

"Are you all trash?"

The imperial doctor who had been kneeling outside the curtain for a long time did not even raise his head when he heard Prince Rong Xuan yelling angrily. Then Rong Xuan seemed to have thought of something again and lowered his voice slightly, but still could not hide the anger in his heart.

"The Taiyuan Hospital does not enshrine you so that you can show off your power! If you fail to cure my father, I will definitely bury the entire Taiyuan Hospital with you!"

There is snow on the top of the eaves, mixed with fine dust rustling down.

Rong Chu walked to the window with his hands behind his back, lowered his eyes and looked at the medicine pot containing pandanus, snow lotus and various medicines under the window, and could not help but frown slightly.

"Mr. Huo, how long does your father have left?"

The leading imperial doctor lowered his body, becoming more and more respectful and obedient.

"Although my emperor's body and veins are strong, he is already old and terminally ill. He has been suffering from chronic diseases for a long time... I think he will not be able to survive this winter... unless..."

Rong Chu's eyes darkened, and without turning around, he waved his hand and said, "Unless what? You continue."

"Unless I try the method of the Southern Xinjiang Holy Witch..."

Doctor Huo caught a glimpse of Rong Xuan's expression changing again, and hurriedly stopped what he was saying, paused his shaky body, and knelt down.

"Mr. Huo." Rong Chu turned around and reached out to help Huo Yu up. His eyes were cold and meaningful, "Never mention the word Holy Witch again in Zhongcui Hall. Otherwise, you will be the first person to explore the way for my father.

"

Dr. Huo devoted himself to receiving the teachings.

Rong Chu stared at him for a long time, waving his hand to tell him to leave. Huo Yu turned around and walked away with a rare ease. Rong Chu looked at Huo Yu's back, still speaking in a very light and calm tone, and made two feathers

But their eyebrows were tightly knitted together, "Brother, do you really want them to be buried in sacrifice? This is a method only used in ancient times, so cruel..."

"The Ministry of Rites has sent the list. We cannot change Father's wishes." Rong Xuan took out the gold book from her arms and handed it to Rong Chu. While passing by the curtains hanging quietly between the dragon-patterned gold pillars,

He sighed indifferently and walked quickly.
Chapter completed!