Mo Li quietly rolled into the palace wall, subconsciously pressing the gerbil, who was stretching his head out of his collar, and pressed back.

Because there is a cat in the East Palace.

The night was heavy, and the palace was brightly lit, and people were coming and going everywhere. Perhaps for this reason, the cat with markings had gone elsewhere, and the moli didn't see its traces.

The more he walked in, the tighter Dr. Mo's brows frowned.

He thought the noise was limited to the neighborhood of the palace gate, but he didn't expect that the bedroom was not stable. The prince was so ill, and it was not easy to fall asleep. What were these people doing?

The whole box of precious brocade, antiques and jadeware are displayed in front of the hall in turn.

The dark patterns on the brocade shine brightly under the lights.

The eunuchs and maids in the East Palace bowed their heads, as if they could not see these things, quickly walked across the steps. The General Manager Chen of the East Palace had a blue face and angrily said to the treasurer who had transported the things, "Who told you to come? Without the permission of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, how dare you bring people here?"

The treasurer also had a few small officials of the sixth and seventh ranks beside him. They didn't speak, but their expressions were really bad.

Although the inner court is different from the outer court, these Changqiujian officials who manage the royal treasury work with the inner officials all day long, and they can't raise the momentum of the outer court officials to despise the inner officials.

"Look at what General Manager Chen said, this is the intention of His Majesty and the Third Prince. Your Highness must be clear about it!"

The treasurer's tone was respectful, but his expression was sarcastic. In the past, when he saw the eunuch in the East Palace, he could not help but greet him with a smile and greet him thoughtfully and appropriately. Now it's different. The prince is terminally ill. This General Chen is a dying person. What kind of majesty is still showing in front of him now?

"The two prime ministers said that the officials and others would come over to see. If the East Palace lacks anything, they would have to make up for it from the Curry. Now they are not allowed to enter or see. What should we do if we teach us?"

The voice of the speech was not restrained at all, and could be heard from a distance.

Manager Chen was furious and almost punched the treasurer in the face.

The other palace servants and the guards of the East Palace all showed the same anger and vaguely surrounded the people of Changqiujian.

The treasurer then felt something was wrong. He took a step back and asked in anger: "What are you doing? You are planning to build..."

Before the word rebellion was finished, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and the treasurer covered his face and started to wail. He saw blood on his face, his palms trembled continuously, his expression was frightened, and his other hand was waving in front of him.

"Meow."

The black shadow stopped far away from the stone steps, and his tail flicked gently.

"Catch that cat!" The treasurer was shocked and angry.

If the scar is not cured, he may not be able to protect this position now. Whether it is a minister from the outer court or an eunuch from the inner court, if his face is damaged, everything will be stopped. Only military generals do not pay so much attention to it.

"Damn it, catch it..."

"Ahu!"

The cat ran faster when he heard the screams of the palace servants.

General Manager Chen said with a sarcastic smile: "Shiku Hu was frightened. He was a slave raised by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. He was timid by nature. There were so many people in the palace today, and there was no greeting. Everyone was in a hurry. Isn't this cat scared? What can a beast know? I can't teach the rules, so I can only let it run around."

"you--"

Siku Hu was so angry that he was overwhelmed.

Several other officials also heard that this was accusation of mulberry and apocalypse, but they were not allowed to do so.

If the prince does not die for a day, he will still be the prince. They can not take the prince seriously and despise him in their hearts, but they must abide by the laws of the king and the ministers in their face and cannot chase and beat the cats raised by the prince.

The raccoon cat was very clever and did not give anyone a chance to throw items to smash it. It jumped onto the eaves in just a few seconds.

The steep and narrow eaves are like walking on flat ground.

Suddenly it stopped, and its head looked left and right, as if looking for something.

The people below could only watch it crossed the eaves and turned to the other side of the palace.

——Mo Li held her breath and looked silently at the cat walking towards her slowly.

This cat, named Ahu, gradually arched its back and raised its sharp claws slightly, as if it was treating the black carp as a strong enemy to grab food.

The so-called "food" was just in Moli's arms, a warm ball, soft and unmoved. Moli couldn't help but use internal force to drive away the raccoon slave, hoping to keep it away from him.

The cat was pushed three times by an invisible force, and almost stood up and rolled down the roof.

By the time it got up again, Mo Li had already sneaked into the bedroom while the night was dark.

When Yu Lan turned around, she saw that there was one more person in front of her, so she almost pulled out her hairpin and waved it over. Fortunately, she reacted quickly, so she did not scream and alarm the people outside the hall.

There are curtains hanging on all sides of the bedroom, and screens and decorations are blocked. Even the palace ladders waiting in the hall cannot see what is happening in this corner.

Mo Li made a gesture of silence at Yu Lan. The latter understood and assigned several nearby palace servants to work, then bowed with joy and expectation.

"You are here to visit Your Highness?"

Mo Li didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

Because the prescription is effective, Yulan wished that Mo Li would worship him as a Buddha statue and Bodhisattva. She hurried to report to the prince. After a while, the people in the bedroom left one after another, leaving only a few palace servants.

These are all in charge of the Eastern Palace and the prince's confidant.

When Mo Li came last time, they were all knocked down. This is the first time I have seen this miracle doctor who appeared bizarrely with Master Meng.

When the prince saw Mo Li, he was excited and stood up slightly and said, "I am grateful to the miracle doctor. I still don't know the surname of the miracle doctor, and who is the one whom I teach..."

"The name does not matter. What you need is the prescription, not the doctor's origin."

Yu Lan stood beside her and happened to watch Mo Li walk past her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she found that a piece of it seemed to be bulging out from Mo Li's outer robe.

Yu Lan knows martial arts skills. She is the prince's personal palace maid and also serves as a guard. Anyone the prince wants to meet will be sure that the other party has no hidden weapon.

Because I often couldn't search and could only rely on my eyes, Yulan was sure that she had read it right now. The underside of the miraculous doctor's clothes was indeed bulging out, and it was very small, so it was barely enough to say that it was a wallet.

Besides, who has stuffed his wallet into his chest?

It is spring now, and wearing more robes is much thinner than cotton coats, and it is not as loose as the wide robe in summer, so it is very obvious that it is slightly bulging out.

“…”

Wait, it seems to be still moving!

Yulan was shocked and quickly signaled to the palace servants around her to pay attention.

Others were not sure about the investigation and thought there was something wrong with the moli, so they approached slowly vigilantly.

Mo Li ignored everyone's vigilant gaze. He walked to a place five steps away from the prince's bed, raised his hand to bow, and acted calmly. He did not respect the prince's identity or rely on his martial arts to be unruly.

When General Manager Chen heard the news, he wanted to scold him when he saw it, but he felt hesitant.

Mo Li only cares about the gerbil in her arms. As long as the gerbil is not snatched away by the cat, he doesn't care what others think.

"Please sit down, doctor."

The prince's expression moved and changed to a closer title.

Mo Li really doesn’t like the name of a miracle doctor.

The palace servant wanted to bring the embroidery dock over, but was stopped by Mo Li.

"No need, I can take my pulse here."

Mo Li was like an ordinary doctor going to an ordinary person's house to treat his illness. When the prince stretched out his wrist, he began to take his pulse without distraction. After a while, he asked to change his hand.

No one spoke in the bedroom, only the prince's low coughing sound.

After about a cup of tea, Mo Li let go of her hand and pondered without saying a word.

The doctor encountered difficult and complicated diseases, and most of them would be like this when he didn't know how to prescribe the prescription. The prince's condition was even more serious. The imperial physicians' expressions changed drastically when taking the pulse, and they could not hide their fear. Afterwards, they were vague and dared not speak out.

Mo Li was unable to determine the reason because he had not tried to treat patients who were so critical that they were so serious. Not to mention the heavy medicine, even ordinary amounts of medicine may not be able to withstand it.

There is no ready-made prescription, so I can only consider it myself.

If the weight is wrong, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Mo Li couldn't help but feel a little anxious. His face was not obvious, but his mood was only ups and downs. If there was a doctor who was equally skilled in medical skills and the two of them were thinking about the prescription at the same time, Mo Li would be more sure.

"When I came just now, I vaguely saw someone from the Imperial Medical Office?"

This is Mo Li’s guess. The only one who has white hair and beards in the palace and does not wear a purple robe is the imperial physician.

"They are all useless people..."

"Joylan!"

The prince stopped drinking and asked Mo Li, "Doctor wants to discuss the prescription with them?"

Mo Li thought of the prescription he had seen in the East Palace before, and couldn't help but shake her head and said, "No need."

Among these imperial physicians, there may be some excellent medical skills, but their prescriptions are very cautious. They basically treat nothing with a pair of medicine, just to save the patient's life. It is better to say that it is to treat the disease than to treat the disease. The disease is not cured by drinking medicine, but to recover by the patient itself.

When the prince's health becomes worse and worse, the imperial doctor will be helpless.

"…This country is like this disease."

It is as dangerous as a burden, and it is also incomprehensible.

Although the foundation is still there, it is full of holes and cannot be repaired or repaired.

The civil and military officials of the Qi Dynasty were like those imperial physicians. They never thought about prescriptions and just wanted to keep the old framework, and then hoped that this long-decaying country would regain its vitality and return to its prosperous age in the Chu Dynasty.

"doctor?"

Mo Li was awakened by this call. He took off the medicine bag and took out the silver needle.
To be continued...