mtl008 Chapter 132 Try your best
Chapter 132 Try your best
However, King Qi's face froze instantly because he found several glaring red spots on Su Rao's face, which were surprisingly consistent with the symptoms of plague described in ancient books.
Plague is a disaster that is enough to scare people to death!
Fear attacked the King of Qi's heart like ice. He stepped back repeatedly and almost fell off the carriage.
After finally stabilizing himself, he jumped off the carriage in panic and calmly ordered the guards around him, "Have you carefully checked the outside of the carriage? Is there anyone hiding under the carriage?"
The guard shook his head, indicating that everything was normal and he did not find anything unusual.
The face of the King of Qi was filled with disbelief. How could this be possible? At this moment, Su Rao's weak but firm voice came from the car: "Your Majesty, I am worried that this disease will affect the palace. Please make way and let me leave first."
Thinking of the red spots on Su Rao's face, King Qi felt a strong sense of disgust in his heart, and he reluctantly gave way.
The carriage swayed and slowly drove away from the palace.
The King of Qi frowned, his heart full of doubts. Did he make a wrong judgment?
Zhao Huaijue didn't fall into the trap?
At this moment, the guard's voice sounded with obvious panic: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
The King of Qi frowned and asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"
"Your Majesty, there are red spots on your face as well."
The King of Qi was startled and quickly reached out to touch it. Sure enough, he felt the tiny particles on the skin.
Could it be that Su Rao really was carrying the plague?
Has the contact just now already made me fall into the trap?
The horror of the plague was enough to make people lose their minds. The King of Qi suddenly fell into an unprecedented panic: "Quick, go and call the imperial physician!"
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After leaving the sight of the palace, Su Rao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The red spots on her face were not real plague, but the poison she had carefully prepared.
The moment the King of Qi boarded the carriage, she had already planted the Gu without making a sound.
The King of Qi must be terrified at this moment.
She was well aware of the ambitions of the King of Qi against the King of Yi, so she would never be foolish enough to take the King of Yi away directly in a carriage. Instead, she used the strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west to lure the King of Qi away first.
And Prince Yi, under Mo Yi's close protection, has safely left through another hidden palace gate.
Su Rao drove the carriage straight to the palace, anxiously hoping that everything would go smoothly as planned.
After returning to the palace, she went straight to the Buddhist temple without stopping for a moment.
Prince Yi has not returned yet, and she is waiting anxiously, praying silently in her heart that everything will be safe.
Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came closer and closer. Su Rao was delighted, but when she saw the figure of the person coming, her joy instantly diminished.
The visitor was wearing a cassock and had a compassionate face. He was none other than the highly respected Master Mingkong.
Before leaving the palace, Su Rao had sent someone to deliver a letter to Master Mingkong. The letter contained a token from Prince Yi, inviting the master to come and help.
Unexpectedly, the master responded to her request so quickly.
Su Rao suppressed her anxiety and bowed respectfully to Master Mingkong: "Master, how are you?"
Master Mingkong waved his hand gently, his face was warm, and his tone was kind: "Donor, there is no need to be polite."
After a brief silence, the master asked, "Is he in trouble?"
Su Rao nodded and confirmed this fact.
The master's expression then became profound.
"This day has finally come, benefactor, what are your plans?" The master's words seemed to contain some deep meaning, as if testing Su Rao's determination and wisdom.
"I want the prince to go to Southern Xinjiang, a remote and mysterious place, to find the almost lost method to cure the poison. However, the journey is full of dangers, and we must hide it from the meticulous King Qi. Therefore, we need a reason that is both reasonable and not suspicious. Let's say that in recent years, the prince has devoted himself to Buddhism and is extremely pious. A few days ago, he received a handwritten letter from Master Mingkong, in which he said that the master was about to set off to travel around the world, visit famous mountains and ancient temples, and explore the true meaning of Buddhism. When the prince heard about it, he yearned for it and was eager to leave the palace to walk side by side with the master and understand Zen together."
Su Rao's voice was full of earnestness and her eyes flashed with determination.
Master Mingkong, a high monk who enjoyed extremely high prestige in the royal family, was respected for his every word and action. If one could get his help, this matter would be like having the protection of heaven and earth. Even someone as deep-minded as the King of Qi would find it difficult to find the flaws. He could only bury his doubts in his heart and be at a loss as to what to do.
Su Rao's eyes were full of anticipation, and she stared at Master Mingkong closely.
After a moment of silence, Master Mingkong nodded slowly, with a faint smile on his face: "I have indeed had this thought in recent years. I think this is fate. I am willing to help you solve your problems."
Su Rao was suddenly filled with an indescribable joy. The master's agreement undoubtedly added a bit of chance of success to this difficult plan.
Soon, the night deepened, and Mo Yi followed like a shadow, leading the slightly staggering Prince Yi slowly into the Buddhist hall.
Upon seeing this, Su Rao hurried forward and together with Mo Yi, helped Prince Yi to the inner room.
As the cloak was gently lifted, a pale, colorless, almost transparent face came into view. Prince Yi was sitting there with a dazed look in his eyes and a weak breath. He seemed to have been drained of his vitality and looked extremely weak.
Prince Yi glanced sideways and exchanged a look with Mo Yi that only they could understand. Mo Yi understood what he meant and quietly left the Buddhist hall. Only Su Rao and Prince Yi were left in the room.
"Your Majesty, the journey to Southern Xinjiang is long and extremely dangerous. You must take good care of yourself. I...I will be here, waiting for the day when you return safely."
Su Rao's words were choked with sobs. She knew in her heart that on this journey, Prince Yi might be facing a life-or-death test.
As for the master who could detoxify the poison that Bai Ze mentioned, it is said that he has already passed away. As for whether he has a successor, whether the successor's skills are superb, and whether he can detoxify the deadly poison, everything is like looking at flowers in the fog, and there is little hope.
But Su Rao was unwilling to give up. Even if there was only the slightest possibility, she would fight for Prince Yi.
Prince Yi stared at Su Rao quietly. There was not much expression on his face, but his deep eyes seemed to contain thousands of words, reluctance and affection intertwined. He gently stretched out his hand and stroked Su Rao's cheek.
"Time is running out, Your Highness, you should set off." Su Rao suppressed the pain in her heart and spoke in a firm voice.
Prince Yi suddenly leaned forward and left a gentle kiss on Su Rao's cheek. At the same time, he quietly stuffed a small object into Su Rao's arms. Then, he used up the little strength he had just recovered, stood up, and resolutely left the Buddhist temple.
Outside the door, under the moonlight, Bai Ze stood silently, like a guardian.
Su Rao turned to look at Bai Ze, her eyes full of trust and entrustment: "Everything about him is in your hands."
Bai Ze nodded heavily, with a barely perceptible firmness flashing in his eyes: "I will do my best."