Another day, in the evening, Ying Zheng was having a meal with his queen.

They said some words about the customs of Chu.

But strangely, Xiong Yu, a Chu man, knew more about the customs of Chu, even Ying Zheng, who grew up in Zhao.

When it comes to the near King of Chu, how much land is cultivated by a man, what farmer eats, what kind of livestock is stored at home, and where the money comes from at home... As long as Ying Zheng dares to ask, Xiong Yu dares to answer.

And her answer was consistent: I don't know.

Asking and having a meal.

The more we communicated, the more Xiong Yu felt that his beloved was really amazing.

Although she didn't understand the specific meaning of those things, Ying Zheng was paying attention to things she had never known, so she thought Ying Zheng was very powerful.

"Your Majesty." Zhao Gao bent his waist with these anxiety on his face: "Your Majesty, something happened."

"Tell me." Ying Zheng frowned.

What can happen at this time?

The most overwhelming thing is that the group of nobles were blinded by the interests and pulled out a group of slaves to open up the land.

Or, some local tyrants heard the news, killed some people, and rebelled.

But there is nothing to do with this.

Because it won't get out of control.

Now Ying Zheng gave up enough interests, and these nobles were more loyal to Qin than ever before.

Because the benefits they are within their reach are based on the "Qin State".

They must defend their interests to the death.

At this time, any local rebellion will be destroyed like thunder by them.

"Mr. Ju is sick." Zhao Gao said nervously.

"If you are sick, ask him to recuperate. Can I still get sick for him?" Ying Zheng was a little impatient.

"But……"

"But what? Could it be that he is going to die soon?" Ying Zheng curled his lips.

"Mr. Ju is in a coma, has a high fever, and cannot be treated with things."

"Teng"

Ying Zheng suddenly stood up and threw the fork in his hand: "Do you say it again?"

He was shocked and angry.

Yesterday was fine!

When he confronted Ju Zizhou last night, Ju Zizhou was still energetic and ready to cheat him.

That mental energy is completely impossible to have any disease!

That kind of scheming is definitely not like a sick person!

"Tell me clearly, what's going on?" Ying Zheng suppressed his anger and said in a muffled voice.

Xiong Yu on the other side was startled by his appearance.

For a long time, since she contacted Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng has been gentle and harmless.

He even did not have the bad habits of a noble boy from Chu, and his appearance was better than those people. He could be said to be a perfect good man.

But at this moment, Xiong Yu suddenly realized that the kind-hearted, polite, and kind-hearted person he knew seemed to be just a bubble.

With some touch, the bubble immediately shattered and burst out the true content inside.

He... is so arrogant and domineering, and it is intimidating.

"This morning, Mo Zheli Xun, Mr. Ju reported the situation. When he found something wrong, he hired a doctor for Mr. Ju. However, it was useless. Mr. Ju still slowly became hot and completely lost consciousness."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Ying Zheng snorted coldly: "Xia Wuqie, go, take people there, and be sure to cure my senior brother!"

"Wei." Xia Wuqi received the order tremblingly.

He had almost never seen Ying Zheng so angry.

Zhao Gao was even trembling.

"Get up." Ying Zheng thought for a moment, but could not remain calm: "Prepare the horse and go to the copper and iron furnace with me to take a look."

Copper and iron furnace, all workers can detect the strange atmosphere today.

First of all, the ink supervisors left together and did not guide production here.

Secondly, there were many people in the residence of Director Ju, inside and outside.

After work, the workers looked at the location of Ju Zizhou's room from afar and discussed it in a talkative manner.

"What's wrong?"

"I heard that the factory manager who loves to fine money died."

"Isn't that good?" An individual who had been fined by Ju Zizhou for high-fives.

Before the people around him could react, a sword stabbed out from the side.

Mozheji looked cold and nailed the worker who was applauding with a sword.

The worker was confused and screamed loudly for a while.

Mo Zhejie's face was gloomy: "After work, go to eat late at night, don't gossip here, especially Mr. Ju is your benefactor. If you don't want to be grateful, you'll curse him here! Next time, I will behead the man who cursed Mr. Ju!"

The workers were chilling and were just busy away.

Mo Zhejie snorted coldly, took back the sword in his hand, and threw it to the person who was nailed to a bottle of injury medicine: "Get out!"

His irritability made everyone dare not speak, but just stay away from it.

Today, most of the ink masters are so irritable.

When Ying Zheng arrived, Xia Wuqi and several imperial physicians had already begun to treat Ju Zizhou.

In addition to fever and coma, Ju Zizhou actually has many other problems.

——He was born into a slave. Even if he paid attention to his own nutrition later, he could not get enough rest and worked everywhere, and his body was extremely deficient.

So, after falling into snow and getting cold, it is natural to get sick.

These problems that already existed did not exist before, but were not intensified enough, so they had never erupted.

Now that internal conditions are sufficient, problems break out layer by layer as soon as external conditions are induced.

It is not an exaggeration to say that his life is like a burden.

If you want to save such a patient, it actually depends on luck.

If you are lucky, you can save it. If you are not lucky, you will not be saved.

But the problem is that whether to save it now does not depend on these doctors, but on the King of Qin.

He wants to save him, so the doctors will try their best to save him.

The doctors discussed and exchanged opinions.

At this time, these were not surprisingly consistent with the doctors of the same lineage, and were as anxious as the mood.

There was no way, Qin Wangzheng had a gloomy face and wanted to stand in front of the patient's bed like a murderer. At this time, if he didn't do his best, he would die.

"I think we should nourish the yin and clear the heat."

"It's still the time when the heat is released from the kidneys, he's already..." A doctor said, noticing that the King of Qin in front of the couch looked at him like a dead person, and immediately kept silent.

Various opinions are mixed.

The more they said, the ugly the Ying Zheng's face became.

Ying Zheng could hear that they were not expecting to cure Ju Zizhou.

Is it already dangerous to this point?

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth and felt a little regretful.

If I had been yesterday...

He took a deep breath: "Is his body so weak?"

Xia Wuqi was pushed by the doctors and stood up.

He said with a thorn in his mouth: "Report to the king, Mr. Ju was injured when he was a child. After he became an adult, he ran and worked hard and could not rest. His body... body..."

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth and vented heavily.

"Can it be cured?"

"I'm afraid..."

"Can it be cured?"
Chapter completed!