Kaifeng City in early April is gently wrapped in the growing summer atmosphere and the fresh aroma of wheat. This is the season when wheat is filling. The endless wheat fields are swaying gently in the breeze, as if the green ocean of the earth is whispering about the upcoming harvest. Although the Zuixianlou in the city is not as famous as the famous Zui Furong, it is still a time-honored brand that has accumulated over the years. It attracts an endless stream of diners with its unique wines and dishes and elegant atmosphere. The night is getting darker, and the lights of Zuixian Tower are brightly lit, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding residential buildings. In a private room on the second floor, the window was half-open, letting in a cool breeze and the aroma of vegetables from the kitchen downstairs. Qin Hui was sitting at the table with a pot of hot wine and a few dishes of side dishes in front of him, as if waiting for someone important. His eyes glanced at the door from time to time, and his eyes became sharper every time there were footsteps on the stairs. However, every time it was empty, those footsteps eventually went to other rooms. Qin Hui couldn't help but feel a little anxious, but it was more of a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. After a while, there were slight footsteps outside the door, and then, a figure wearing a bamboo hat and covering his face pushed in the door.
Seeing this, Qin Hui calmly put down the jade cup, walked quietly to the door, stuck his head out and looked around to make sure no suspicious person was following him, then he closed the door with confidence and turned back to the table. The man took off his bamboo hat, revealing a face with scars. Although he looked a little fierce, his eyes showed a shrewdness. He glanced at Qin Hui and asked straight to the point: "Boss Qin, do you have any new tasks for me this time?" Qin Hui smiled slightly and said calmly: "Brother, I know what you are capable of. Han Fang did it beautifully last time without leaving any clues. This time, things are a little tricky, but if it succeeds Now, your career is just around the corner." When the man heard this, a glimmer of greed and expectation flashed in his eyes. He licked his dry lips and asked eagerly: "Boss Qin, don't be so pretentious, please tell me what the mission is." A hint of cunning flashed in Qin Hui's eyes, and he lowered his voice and said: "Her Royal Highness Princess Zhao Yingluo is secretly investigating Han Fang's death. This woman is extremely smart. If she finds out any clues, our good days will be over. So, your mission Just find an opportunity to get rid of her without anyone noticing." The man was startled, his face changed slightly and he said: "Get rid of the princess? This is no small matter! If you accidentally get caught, it will be a serious crime to destroy the nine tribes!" Qin Hui sneered and said: "Huh! Are you afraid? Don't forget that our fortunes and lives are tied to the Supreme Emperor Zhao Gou. As long as he can regain the throne, you and I will be the founding heroes of the country! When the time comes, we will be promoted to officials and nobles. , enjoy endless glory and wealth! Besides, if this thing is done, who will know that we did it? " The man was very excited after hearing Qin Hui's words, but he was still hesitant and nervous at the thought of assassinating the princess. He swallowed and said, "Boss Qin said it lightly. There are so many experts around this princess, how can it be so easy to get close to her? What's more, she must be frightened now and be heavily guarded." Qin Hui waved his hand and said: "Don't worry about this, I have already arranged it. The princess's birthday party will be in a few days, and she will come out of the palace to attend the banquet. I will find a way to distract her master guard, you All you have to do is take the opportunity to sneak into Drunken Furong’s backyard and wait for the opportunity.” Hearing this, a fierce light flashed in the man's eyes and he said, "Okay! In that case, it's settled. Boss Qin, don't forget your promise then." After saying that, he put on his hat and turned to leave. "Wait a minute!" Qin Hui suddenly stopped him, "Brother, please stay." He took out a gold medal from his arms and handed it to him, saying, "This is a badge for entering and exiting the palace. Please keep it. Remember to act with caution." Don’t show your flaws.” The man took the gold medal, glanced at it, put it in his arms and said, "Don't worry, Boss Qin." After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the night. At this moment, in another hidden place in Kaifeng City, King Xin Zhao Zhen was pacing back and forth anxiously. Ever since Han Fang was killed, he had been having trouble sleeping and eating, worried that the Jin assassins would strike again. He knew very well how heavy the burden was on his shoulders. Once Her Royal Highness the Princess had a problem, the Song Dynasty would be in turmoil. "Your Majesty!" A deep voice interrupted Zhao Zhen's thoughts. He looked up and saw that it was Wen Boyuan from the Imperial City Division. Wen Boyuan said solemnly: "Your Majesty, my subordinates have mobilized all available manpower to investigate suspicious people in Kaifeng City. But nothing has been discovered so far."
Zhao Zhen sighed and said: "I know you have tried your best. But this time the opponent is extraordinary. They are lurking in the dark and may launch a fatal blow at any time. We must find them as soon as possible and pull out this thorn to ensure that the princess safety." Wen Boyuan nodded and said, "Your Majesty, I can rest assured that my subordinates will definitely handle this matter." After saying that, he turned around and left the room into the night. In Kaifeng in April, spring should have been warm and the flowers were blooming and full of vitality, but the imperial city was filled with gloom and mist, and everyone was in danger. The young emperor Zhao Min suddenly fell ill in the past few days. As an aunt, Zhao Yingluo was not only busy with government affairs, but also had to take care of the young emperor. She waited in front of the imperial couch every day, worried. But Zhao Min's biological father, the Supreme Emperor Zhao Gou, was a little indifferent. He still played with the concubines in the harem every day, seeming to have completely forgotten that he had a seriously ill son. This made Zhao Yingluo even more dissatisfied, but she had no choice but to secretly hide this worry and anger in her heart. Zhao Min's mother Pan Xianfei watched her son become thinner and thinner, and her heart felt as if a knife had been cut. She stayed in front of her son's bed every day, with tears streaming down her face, praying to God to bless Zhao Min for a safe recovery. Pan Xianfei's father, Zhao Min's grandfather Pan Yongshou, as a medical officer at the Hanlin Medical Bureau, devoted all his efforts to the diagnosis and treatment of his grandson. Zhao Yingluo came to Zhao Min's bedside. Seeing the young emperor's pale face and shortness of breath, she felt a pang in her heart. She asked Pan Yongshou how Zhao Min's condition was, and Pan Yongshou said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, the official family is suffering from the cold and has a high fever that won't go away! The old minister has tried every method he could think of, but he still can't make the fever go away. .” Zhao Yingluo's heart sank. She knew that high fever would lead to serious consequences such as pneumonia, and might even endanger Zhao Min's life. However, in this era, there was no specific medicine that could quickly reduce fever like in later generations. She also got angry anxiously, but she didn't dare to show it on her face. Zhao Yingluo took a deep breath, suppressed the anxiety in her heart and said to Pan Yongshou: "Master Pan, you are the head of the imperial doctors. I believe you will be able to cure the official's illness. Now that the official is seriously ill, I We will do our best to provide the necessary medicinal materials, manpower and material support. You only need to concentrate on the diagnosis and treatment of the officials." Pan Yongshou bowed and said: "Your Highness, don't worry, the official is the grandson of the old minister, and the old minister will do his best to diagnose and treat the emperor." After saying that, he turned around and ordered the imperial doctors behind him: "Go quickly and get the precious medicinal materials in the inventory to prepare medicine for the little emperor! In addition, send people to the people to find good prescriptions from famous doctors!"