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Feng Ye Yang's headache was not just a day or two away.

After that, Hua Xi Er was placed under house arrest in the Changyang Hall, and no longer needed to concoct any medicine for him. It was not as if he had not personally sought a doctor outside the palace, but all the divine doctors outside the palace had already searched for him. Those who were aware of the situation had all killed hundreds of people, but no one was able to cure his headache.

During those few days when he had a headache, it was as if he was going to die from the pain.

Coincidentally, this doctor called Han Long had only casually prescribed a few medicines, and had suppressed his headache.

Now that he felt no pain, he began to mutter in his heart, thinking about the origins of Han Long and why he was the only one who could cure an illness where no one had a solution.

A few days ago, a palace maid was tidying up old items in the Changyang Hall, and took out the medicinal list that Hua Xi Er had written before. Due to being old, the words on the medicine list had already blurred, but there were still a few medicines that could be clearly distinguished.

Looking at the list, the only thing he was worried about was that Hua Xi Er could cure the illness back then, and this Han Long could too. Could it be that this Han Long was related to Hua Xi Er?

However, because of his own illness, he could not rashly make a move on Han Long, so he could only prescribe a medicine for him to see, and see if the medicine he prescribed was the same as the one Hua Xi Er used back then.

Hua Xi Er was already dead, so she should be dead. He definitely would not let those people who were related to her threaten him again.

Definitely!

Thinking to this point, the gaze he looked at Han Long with became increasingly dark and cold.

"This humble subject's concocted medicine previously for Emperor was able to completely suppress Emperor's headache disease. If Emperor feels fine now, he does not need to take the medicine."

Han Long lowered his head and pleasing to the eye, as he said extremely respectfully.

This kind of rejection originally had good intentions, but when it entered Feng Ye Yang's ears, it made him feel that it was especially ear-piercing.

Was it rejection?

Or had he already discovered something, and felt guilty?

His eyes were ice-cold as they landed on Han Long's body with deep meaning.

"I feel that my headache and illness have yet to recover."

Feng Ye Yang raised his forehead and looked at Han Long with ice-cold eyes, "Are you unwilling or do you not dare to concoct the medicine for us?"

"Emperor!"

"It's only been a year since Imperial Physician Han entered the general hospital, but he's already so bold that he dares to refuse this emperor's request?" If it is too long a time, wouldn't it be done? " Feng Ye Yang's ice-cold words rendered him speechless.

His face couldn't help but change as he quickly knelt down.

"Emperor will atone for his sins, this humble subject does not dare."

"If you don't dare, hurry up and prepare the medicine for me?"

Feng Ye Yang roared loudly, causing Han Long to quickly nod his head.

He was trembling like he was scared out of his wits.

Not long later, Han Long had already passed the written list to Eunuch Zhou, who respectfully handed it over to him.

Feng Ye Yang held onto the medicine list, and looked through it carefully. He realised that the herbs written on the list were completely different from the ones Hua Xi Er used on him back then. He could not help but narrow his eyes, and did not say a word.

No?

Could he be wrong?

Heh.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Seeing Han Long's respectful appearance, who seemed like he wanted to speak but hesitated, Feng Ye Yang naturally squinted his eyes and asked.

"Reporting to Emperor, what this humble subject wants to say is that the medicine has three parts poison. Since Emperor's headache has already been controlled, there's no need to fry the medicine anymore." Han Long acted as if he was extremely concerned about something, and the diligence in his words caused Feng Ye Yang to have a different feeling.

However, most of them were still impatient.

"You don't have the right to interfere in my matters. Go on!"

Waving his hand, he casually formed a ball with the medicine list in his hand, he waved his hand, and dismissed Han Long.

Han Long did not dare to stay.

As he walked out of the Audience Hall, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into an indescribable smile.

Coming out of the Main Hall, they had to pass through an extremely long palace path to get to the Supreme Hospital, and just as Han Long was walking in a hurry, he was met with a petite and petite figure which he could not avoid in time, and unavoidably bumped into.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The woman's cry of surprise almost made the bird stand on top of the palace lord.

Han Long panicked. He didn't even have the time to reach out and help his delicate body up when he felt a touch of ice on his wrist.

"Follow me."

The girl in his embrace spoke these three words in an extremely ice-cold tone as she lowered her voice.

The dagger hidden in Han Long's sleeve had already fiercely pressed down onto the artery of Han Long's wrist.

It meant that he was telling Han Long that if he dared to disobey now, she would take his life.

Han Long reacted quickly, but his expression was normal as he smiled in an extremely composed manner: "Miss, are you alright?" The words that came out of his mouth didn't match the faint smile that was on the corner of his mouth.

However, no one could tell that something was off.

By his side, the palace maids and eunuchs continued to walk by, he reached out and placed his arm around the girl's shoulders, covering her face with his own, more or less protecting her, "This lady, what's wrong? How did you faint? "

He was unaware of the words he had blurted out, "fainted", and his body stiffened behind the woman in his arms.

However, she still did not move.

The dagger on his wrist did not loosen its grip.

"Miss, if you want me to follow you, at least give me a spot to go. Tell me, where should we go next?" Seeing the person in his arms still not moving, the corners of Han Long's mouth curved up even more as he asked in a low voice.

"To the Changyang Hall."

Finally, just as he was about to pick her up and leave, the woman lowered her voice and replied.

Changyang Hall.

When these three words entered Han Long's ears, it actually caused his arms, which held onto the woman, to tremble uncontrollably. His thin lips trembled slightly, and in the end, he did not say what he wanted to say.

"Let's go."

Sensing that the man had stopped, the dagger in the woman's hand fiercely slashed downwards without hesitation. The sharp dagger cut into her wrist, and the moment blood gushed out, Han Long carried the woman in his embrace and walked toward Changyang Hall in large strides, as if he did not feel the slightest amount of pain.

As he strode forward, the woman's face gradually revealed itself under the gentle breeze.

Her features were delicate and pretty, and the light in her eyes was emotionless.

She was Lin Qing.