Fu Jiuqu's disease attacks from time to time. When the pain occurs, his face will be green and his lips will be white, his eyes will be red and splitting, and it will be as if the person's soul is being ripped away. It is extremely unbearable.

When there is no pain, it is just like normal people.

But Xin Yi's original intention was only to save himself, and he did not expect that Fu Jiuqu would become ill——

After all, she even lied about her pregnancy, and Fu Jiuqu could die without saving her. He couldn't just wait to die, right?

The place in Kaifeng Mansion is really like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

Xin Yi was taken to the Western Prison by Zeng Qinda. When he heard the ghosts crying and wolves howling inside, his heart went cold...

However, Zeng Qinda did not put her in prison. Instead, he found a room next to the porter and sent food to her.

This approach is very smooth.

One step forward is the cell, one step back is the door.

Whether she will be jailed and beaten or go out and be free depends entirely on Fu Jiuqu's attitude towards her.

Xin Yi saw that Mr. Zeng was as oily as a loach and it was not easy to hold office, so he specially helped him deal with the wound on his neck as an apology.

Xin Yi didn't know whether Zeng Qinda's anger had subsided. In any case, Cheng Cang arrived with two testifying agents and put a check on Xiao Xie's confession, and Zeng Qinda let him go with a smile.

Delivered to the yamen gate

"Go slowly, slowly, and I'll be my guest next time."

Xin Yi was startled, then smiled and stepped over the threshold without responding.

She was still wearing her mourning clothes and smiled when she saw Cheng Cang waiting at the steps of the Yamen with his sword in his hand.

"Let's go."

Cheng Cang looked at her coldly, "Where are you going?"

Xin Yi said: "Aren't you going to take me to see the Prince of Guangling County?"

Cheng Cang's eyelids twitched, and he was filled with doubts, "How did you know that I was going to take you to see the prince?"

Xin Yi lowered his head and straightened his clothes, "I guessed it."

Cheng Cang's eyelids twitched slightly, "How did the young lady know that an inspector from the Imperial City Division saw little Xie picking pig sow ears last night?"

Xin Yi had no expression. When Cheng Cang looked at her with probing eyes again, she blinked coldly.

"It's also a guess."

Since Sun Huai told her not to leave Zhangjiacun, it meant that the Imperial City Division had already intervened in this case.

Then why didn't Fu Jiuqu send someone to monitor her?

You know, the person who knows Fu Jiuqu best in the world is not Fu Jiuqu’s mother, but her, Xin Yi.

…

Xin Yi calculated that Fu Jiuqu would meet her, but he did not expect that Cheng Cang took her to Jinzhuang Wazi on Maxing Street. The person she saw was not Fu Jiuqu, but an old Taoist priest with a goatee.

The house is full of medicinal fragrance.

A charcoal stove was placed in the middle of the room, and the medicine jar made a "bubbling" sound, and it was already boiling to the extreme.

When the old Taoist priest saw her coming in, he opened the lid of the medicine jar without raising his head and took a deep sniff.

"The only fragrance in the world is medicinal ears."

Xin Yi watched him tossing with half-squinted eyes, motionless.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhou Daozi raised his old eyes and stroked his beard.

"I heard that you are proficient in pharmacology?"

Xin Yi then saluted him and said, "It doesn't make sense."

Zhou Daozi laughed loudly, wrinkles covering his face.

"Let me tell you, how can such an older girl know this? It seems that Duan Sui is exaggerating."

This veteran's smile was so contagious that Xin Yi couldn't help but laugh along with him, "I really don't understand very well."

Zhou Daozi couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or something else. His cloudy eyes looked Xin Yi up and down and asked again.

"Who told you that Prince Guangling was suffering from a hidden illness?"

"No one told me."

Xin Yi saw the old Taoist priest's narrowed eyes flashing with sharp light, smiled softly, and immediately changed his tone.

"I don't dare to hide it from the Taoist priest. That day, the Supreme Lord asked me to come to rescue him."

Zhou Daozi listened to her nonsense, hummed heavily, and opened the lid of the medicine on the stove.

"Do you know what this medicine treats?"

Xin Yi grew up in a traditional Chinese medicine hall. When he was a teenager, he was able to identify herbs, consult doctors and prescribe prescriptions, and was even more sensitive to smells than ordinary people.

She was silent for a moment and sighed.

"This medicine treats stubborn headaches and can relieve the pain of the prince. However, the medicine is not suitable for the disease and treats the symptoms but not the root cause. It is in vain."

Zhou Daozi's eyes were solemn and his expression was a bit serious.

"The medicine is not right? Are you saying that I have the wrong disease?"

Xin Yi looked at him and nodded seriously.

"That's right. The prince is not suffering from a head disease, but a heart disease."

Not a headache, but a heart disease?

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, and it took Zhou Daozi a long time to react, and his old face turned red with anger.

"Humph! The little girl is just talking nonsense! The pain is in the head, how can the disease be in the heart?"

"Just because the Taoist Master hasn't heard of it doesn't mean he doesn't have it."

"That's it!" Zhou Daozi waved his hands indiscriminately, with a look of impatience, disappointment and contempt for her shallowness and ignorance.

"Sit aside and wait for the prince to summon you."

Xin Yi is not here to cause trouble, reaching cooperation is the ultimate goal. She smiled in a friendly tone.

"This kind of heart disease will cause dizziness, headache, difficulty breathing, and even signs of repeated strokes. All the symptoms point to a head disease. It is not surprising that the Taoist priest would misdiagnose it. Who would have thought that the cause of the disease lies in the heart?"

Zhou Daozi looked at her sideways, not very happy.

"What's wrong with you?"

"There is a hole in my heart that has not been closed properly..."

Zhou Daozi pursed his lips and, seeing how serious she was speaking, stroked his beard and sneered.

"Are you saying that the Prince of Guangling County is short-sighted?"

Xin Yi was stunned for a moment, then chuckled.

"This disease is really short-sighted..."

The lines between Zhou Daozi's eyebrows gradually deepened.

"My little girl is very courageous. Are you sure that the prince is kind and won't blame you?"

kindness?

What kind of joke was that?

"No, no, no, I dare not misunderstand the prince's character."

Xin Yi shook his head repeatedly and smiled like a spring breaking through the ice.

"The reason why it is said to be short of heart is that there is a foramen ovale in the prince's heart that is not closed, resulting in abnormal blood flow, which in turn causes pain, dizziness, and even weakness in the limbs... To put it simply, this is a disease of the internal organs, the mother's fetus

Brought here."

Zhou Daozi's face was full of wrinkles with disdain.

"What kind of weird talk is this? I have been treating the king for many years and have searched for famous doctors all over the world. I have never heard of such a weird thing. How can I believe your nonsense?"

Xin Yi said: "It's not surprising that people suffer from all kinds of diseases when they eat whole grains."

Zhou Daozi was a little annoyed to see her being so untamed.

"Then tell me how to cure this, this heartless person?"

Xin Yi knew that this veteran claimed to have excellent medical skills and would not believe her just because of her few words, so he smiled indifferently.

"Diseases are easy to cure, but medicinal materials are hard to find."

This is no lie.

When setting up the plot, in order to increase the fun of the game, it is not easy to obtain medicinal materials. Especially since Fu Jiuqu has the important task of being the "Bianjing Fu Boss", he must have a unique ending - he must die.

Therefore, Xinyi specially made it more difficult for him - there is no cure.

This disease is generally called heart disease in Chinese medicine, but it has a professional name in Western medicine, called patent foramen ovale.
To be continued...