Chapter 141 No living

Suddenly I understood why her handwriting was so ugly, because her hand was short and she didn't have much room to display. However, many ladies from home were shorter than her and had shorter hands, so they still wrote good handwriting.

It seems that the lack of exercise is due to the lack of exercise, and the flexibility of the hands cannot keep up with it and is a little stiff.

"emperor."

A sound suddenly came from outside the house, it was Changqing.

Since he was accused of the show that time, he has become much more obedient. Now, with Fang Shu's identity, he will no longer deliberately make things difficult for him or delay time to prevent him from coming to the Palace of Harmony.

"The Minister of Xing's Ministry asked for a visit."

Fang Shu panicked, and the teacup in her hand almost spilled. She looked at the emperor with a request for help inside.

What is the Minister of the Xing tribe here for?

Did you discover something?

People who are guilty always like to be so suspicious.

Yin Fei stood up, waved his hand, and signaled her to sit over. Fang Shu put down the teacup, walked over and sat in the position where he had just sat, pretending to take a pen to review the memorial.

In fact, I couldn't read a word, so I had to pretend to be calm and read, "Come in."

Try to learn from the emperor's tone and expression. I will not be short of being with the emperor. I learn from him in a good manner. If I don't get closer, I can't tell you.

The curtain was pushed away, and a man in a crimson official robe walked in and respectfully bowed, "Long live my emperor!"

Fang Shu thought in her mind that everyone's name was different, but she was not vague on the surface and said, "Get up."

The Minister of the Xing tribe stood up with a hesitant expression, "Emperor..."

"What's wrong?"

Fang Shu waited for his next sentence.

The Minister of Xing’s face was not very good, “I’m crazy again.”

The work of the Hanlin Academy is very easy, with the drafting of imperial edicts, compiling historical books, lectures on the imperial lectures, etc. Basically, I spent the whole day sitting in the room, outlining boring documents with strokes.

When we first came, we were still very fresh. We stayed here for a while and many people have already started to complain privately, belittled by talents, and so on.

The second-hand sighed this time, "I wrote every day, and my hands were broken."

Someone started, Tanhua followed, "Yes, didn't it mean that the court lacked talents?

Why haven’t we arranged to go to other positions?”

Strictly speaking, the Hanlin Academy is just a place to study and is not a formal official position.

He poked the No. 1 pick next to him, "It's okay for us, why are you still here?"

Song Changsheng's stroke was suddenly pulled out by him, and his good mood instantly dissipated. He frowned, put down his pen and stood up, "I'll go to the cottage."

Move away the chair and walk out of the crack.

There was disdain behind him that he lowered his voice, "Isn't it just because the Song family has power and power? Why are you so arrogant?"

"If the Song family is gone, do you think this top scorer can still be him?"

Song Changsheng heard it, but he only paused, then accelerated his pace, left here, and before leaving, he heard words that he suspected that he had a problem and went to the cottage every day.

He didn't care, nor did he go to the cottage, but just found a house alone. After entering, he checked whether there was anyone. No one immediately came to the door and hid inside to endure the discomfort.

In front of his eyes, there seemed to be a wild beast that rushed towards him and instantly swallowed him into the darkness.

Bang!

He touched the book at hand, and he almost knocked down the shelf not far away.

He was very uncomfortable.

It's like falling into an ice cave, it's cold from head to toe, from outside to inside.

It hurts so much! It hurts so much!

There must be ten thousand ants crawling in his body, gnawing at his flesh, blood and tendons.

It's even more uncomfortable than death. He has experienced it countless times, but he still can't stand it.

Compared with death, death seems to be liberation.

Something flowed out from his nose, dripping and falling on the wooden board. He took out a handkerchief from his arms to cover his nose, and when he took it off, the handkerchief turned red.

He had a nosebleed, not the first time, and he seemed to be used to it.

He had a cold sweat on his body, and he had no time to care. He suddenly opened his mouth and bit his wrist. There were already many traces on his wrist, densely packed. Obviously, this was not the first time he did this.

He knew that it would be fine if he could survive this wave and he would not make any more mistakes in a short period of time.

Wait, get through.

There is only this thought in my mind. At first, it was like a fire seed, but then it continued to enlarge, enlarge, and enlarge again, as if time had stopped, and there was a tranquility around it, only that fire seed was changing.

After a long time, the pain that was like the body being split in half slowly disappeared and rationality recovered.

He turned his eyes and his vision recovered.

I stood up, cleaned up the messy place and the bloody wooden boards, and had an idea in my mind.

Let’s have fun in time. Who knows how long can you live? Treat every day as the last day. In this way, every day you have more, you will feel that you have made a day.

Fang Shu was following the Minister of Xing's army and the emperor to see the crazy man. She was locked in a dungeon, roaring and hitting her head against the wall, which was extremely terrifying.

To be honest, she was frightened.

The Minister of the Xing tribe said that more than 100 corrupt officials in this group were going crazy one after another, and this was one of the few left.

Because the emperor attaches great importance to it, he personally tried it, and basically everyone knows a little about it.

"This was originally the prefect of Liangzhou. When he went to the brothel, he was filled with wine by a woman. Since then, he has been unable to live without that wine. He has to drink it every once in a while. If he doesn't drink it, he will feel uncomfortable all over. The wine is called Junzi Wine, and Liangzhou is very famous."

He pointed to another person, "This is the magistrate of Quanzhou. He also had a share in the corruption case, similar to the magistrate of Liangzhou. He ate a dish called bamboo pork during the banquet. Since then, he has been unable to leave it. Once he doesn't eat it, it's like he's been a bet and he wants to die immediately."

He pointed to others, "Everyone has experienced similar experiences. At first, they could buy them from the market. Later, the goods became less and less, and the sales were more and more expensive. In the end, they simply stopped selling and just let them do things."

"I can't control myself when I get addicted. The mastermind behind it is also extremely cunning. At first, I only let them do small things, such as taking off a piece of clothing, turning three rounds, etc., and then I started to recommend friends, and then I started to let them do some bad things."

The Minister of the Xing tribe sighed, "The most important thing is that this thing is colorless and tasteless, and it cannot be tried with silver needles, so it is hard to guard against it."

Fang Shu frowned, wondering if it was her illusion, but she always felt that this routine sounded familiar. She put it in wine and dishes, which made people addicted to consumption, and it was colorless and tasteless, and could not even try it.

Fearing to make a mistake, Fang Shu observed everyone, and basically each of them was thin, her face collapsed, and her eyes were dull. She was already half sure.

This is poison!

Once you don’t suck, it will hurt you so much that you will hurt yourself. You just want to die, which was explicitly prohibited by the country in your previous life.

Is there already poison in this era?

Didn’t it happen later?

No, no, I remember I heard someone say that there was Wushi San a long time ago, but it was actually a shaking head-bag.

Moreover, this thing is not glorious, and it may block the news or change it to another name, so no one in the future knows it, but it has always existed.

how so?

How powerful is the spread of drugs? There was a history in the past life that ruined the country because of the poison.

It could really ruin a country.

Fang Shu turned around and looked at the emperor. The emperor looked cold and didn't know what he was thinking?

After coming out of the dungeon and returning to the Hall of Yangxin, both of them were silent along the way, without saying a word, and had no idea what to say. The atmosphere was so heavy that it was terrible.

“Isn’t it serious?”

Fang Shu tried to speak for a while.

"Um."

Yin Fei did not hide it, "They are only a small part, and I don't know if other ministers were poisoned."

He treats this as poison?

It's almost the same, although it has two meanings, but the pronunciation is the same.

"If there is no attack, it is no different from a normal person, and it cannot be seen by ordinary means."

Speaking of this, his face was solemn.

The more than one hundred officials detained this time were like a precedent, and this was the first group to discover it, except that this has never happened before.

In other words, this poison has only begun to spread recently and should not have spread far. However, in order to ensure that everything is foolproof, he still took measures.

First, record the time and symptoms of the attack.

Second, secret agents were sent out. Once the same situation occurred in the officials and their families, they would be killed without any hesitation.

Third, block various known dissemination channels, brothels and taverns, etc.

Fourth, invade the enemy.
To be continued...