Chapter 999: Zhefeng is back

If it weren't for the emperor's cousin who really didn't like the position of the emperor, he would want to pass this throne to him.
He coughed again, the bitter medicine smell in his mouth.
He has fallen to this point, no one is to blame, he can only be blamed for being too naive, and also too soft-hearted, forgetting the sentence of cutting grass and rooting, and because of this, he was harmed.
"Mo Fei, give me things."
Emperor Wen Yuan stretched out his hand to Mo Fei, and now his whole body has almost no strength, and now he can speak as usual, thanks to the bowl of medicine every day.
There is also...
Mo Fei walked over, and then took out a few things from the cabinet on one side, exactly like the rouge gouache sold by Yipinxiang.
Mo Fei had already opened those things, and then wiped the face of Emperor Wen Yuan. Soon after, when Mo Fei left, Emperor Wen Yuan was already sitting there ruddy.
At this moment, he didn't even mean that he was seriously ill, he was full of blood and blood, and his face was ruddy and healthy.
Mo Fei was ready to give him another recipe for adding vitality and blood. As long as he had eaten it, he would be sure that his complexion was better than that of ordinary people, but the medicine must be three-point poison. The current Emperor Wen Yuan also really It didn't take a bit of toss, it was the daily bowl of medicine that had hidden toxins in his body.
If you can't find Snow Lotus anymore, even Mo Fei will be afraid. This will not only suppress those poisons, but will add poison to the poison, making Emperor Wen Yuan die faster.
One more month, yes, another month. This is the limit he can do. He actually doesn’t know why. Emperor Wen Yuan’s physical vitality is stronger than that of ordinary people. Otherwise, it might be even these two. I can’t stick to it every month, let alone one month, but whether it’s one month or two months, it’s not too long.
Even if it is half a year, it will be a day when there will be poisonous.
If you want to be cured, if you want to live, there will only be a thousand petals of snow lotus. The thousand petals of snow lotus is the last medicine in this antidote. He searched through the treasury and found all medicines, but it was still bad. Blindly is the most important medicine.
As far as he knows, the Thousand Petal Snow Lotus is on the growing snow-capped mountains. Is it true? Can it be found? Not to mention it, it is also the road to the sky. Branding is exactly where you can find the Snow Lotus. The only one who could save Emperor Wen Yuan was Lao Hengsi, and all their hopes, whether Emperor Wen Yuan could survive, depended on the luck of Lao Hengsi and Emperor Wen Yuan's fate.
Emperor Wen Yuan looked at himself in the mirror and sighed unconsciously.
My cousin, I’m afraid I’m really going to betray your good intentions. In the following great weeks, you will be troubled. Although Mo Fei said there is always hope, he knows that hope is like white mist in the mountains. Generally, impressive but untouchable.
In the end, it is something illusory, I can't believe it and I can't expect it.
He confessed his life and closed his eyes. At this time, he seemed peaceful and quiet, and only he knew how deadly silence was in his heart. It was pitch black and cold like hell. It is gradually getting closer to him day by day.
"Haw...?
Suddenly, Emperor Wen Yuan opened his eyes.
"Mo Fei, can you hear the sound of the wind?"
Mo Fei returned to God, then shook his head, "Holy, Mo Fei didn't hear it." In fact, he didn't pay attention to it. He just thought of a medicine just now to see if it is matched with some, which can make Wen Yuan more Persevering for a few days, at least one son and a half can be left behind, and this hard-working great Zhou Jiangshan will not succeed in the end.
So he really did not hear the sound of the wind.
"Really?" Emperor Wen Yuan also began to think that he had misheard, but after a few breaths, there was another scream of carving, but Emperor Wen Yuan did not open his eyes. He really began to think it was his own day. Thoughts and dreams at night, so my hearing is bad. After all, this is the case with people who are dying.
Sometimes I heard those weird sounds and saw some weird things, just like him, but he just didn’t understand why he heard the screams instead of others. Could it be because of him? I've always thought of wanting the golden eagle to come back. This is his obsession and the illusion that his obsession has turned into.
Holy, Holy.
Mo Fei's voice rang with excitement.
Is it another auditory hallucination?
Emperor Wen Yuan just raised the corner of his lips, but still did not open his eyes.
"Holy, Zhefeng is back."
Changqing shouted again with excitement, even his tone was a little incoherent.
Emperor Wen Yuan finally opened his eyes.
"Mo Fei, when do you like to make jokes like this?" He didn't blame, was not excited, and just mocked himself faintly, but when his eyes met the round and round carved eyes on his pupils, he almost didn't follow. He fell from the top of his dragon chair.
Folding wind, it's really frustrating, it's back.
"Holy, look."
Mo Fei quickly took a jade box and opened it too.
Suddenly, a clear, cold fragrance came oncoming, and the spirit was shocked.
A cold sweat broke out from the palm of Emperor Wen Yuan's palm, "This is, is this really?"
Thousand-petal snow lotus?
"Congratulations, you are the Thousand Petal Snow Lotus."
Mo Fei was also very excited now. To see such an elixir in his lifetime, as far as he was fascinated by medical skills, he would die without regret.
There is also...
Mo Fei opened a small jade box again, which contained several red ginseng whiskers.
"this is……"
Emperor Wen Yuan didn't know this, was this grass roots, and how could it be red grass roots?
"Holy, this is blood ginseng.
Mo Fei carefully pinched a few blood ginseng whiskers. Although there were only a few ginseng whiskers, it was enough. The blood ginseng is too strong for ordinary people to bear. These few ginseng whiskers are just right. , You can replenish the body of the saint, within a few days, you can adjust the body of the saint as before.
"By the way, the Lord is not in a hurry."
Mo Fei hurriedly picked up the two things, and he was going to make the antidote. Of course, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, because he was afraid that these herbs would have an accident, and it was his own to eat the herbs.
He had to make the medicine earlier, and then eat it into Emperor Wen Yuan's stomach, to live up to the son's trust.
And he was busy for days and nights.
By the time he came out again, the whole person had lost weight several times, and the person was sloppy, but everyone could feel the joy of the whole body.
"Holy, the medicine is ready."
He took out a vial and said, "There are five medicines in it. After the Holy Spirit has eaten it, the remaining poison will naturally be cleared. In addition to the medicine properties of a thousand petals of snow lotus, the Holy Spirit is also a blessing in disguise. Longevity."
"it is good!"
Emperor Wen Yuan took the medicine bottle, and also resisted the heart beating wildly in his chest.