The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Yu Er knew that Yu Jiu was not only good at Gu poison, but also good at medicine.

Maybe Yu Jiu has a way to cure him.

Since there are outsiders present, Yu Jiu needs to maintain the persona of the sheriff's wife.

He looked at Yu Er worriedly, and said with red eyes.

"Don't worry, I will definitely save you."

The government doctor cautiously reminded: "Ma'am, I just checked the county sheriff, and all the internal organs in his body have been severely exhausted. Even if the Daluo Jinxian comes, it may not be able to save him."

Yu Jiu shook her head with tears in her eyes, vividly expressing a poor lady who does not want to accept the cruel reality that her husband is about to die.

"No, he won't die, I will definitely find a way to save him!"

The government doctor tried a few more words of persuasion, but the magistrate's wife couldn't listen.

In the end, there was no other way, and the government doctor had no choice but to shut up. In fact, he could also understand that anyone who encountered such bad news would not be able to accept the reality for a while.

Yu Jiu held Yu Er's hand in turn, while pretending to be sad, while quietly giving Yu Er's pulse.

Soon Yu Jiu came to the conclusion that Yu Er was not sick, but was poisoned by the seven-day drunk!

Yu Jiu also used seven-day drunkenness before, so he is well aware of the properties of this poison.

People will not have any symptoms after being drunk for seven days, and the toxicity will not occur until seven days later.

Once this poison occurs, there is no cure!

Now Yu Er is the onset of toxicity.

Yu Jiu's heart sank to the bottom.

He finally knew what the endless conversation between Fang Wujiu and Wen Jiucheng meant.

What those two people said today meant that the Seven Day Drunkenness in the two bodies would break out today!

Wen Jiucheng was imprisoned in death row seven days ago. Before he was imprisoned, he had confronted Yu Er, and he had cut a deep wound on Yu Er's ear with the tip of his sword...

etc! That wound!

Yu Jiu reacted suddenly, he leaned over, reached out to lift up the hair on the side of his temple, and saw a long wound at the root of his ear.

The wound has scabbed over, and it seems to be healing well, and it only takes two days for the scab to fall off.

But Yu Jiu stared at the wound, and the anger in his heart kept surging.

Both he and Yu Er were tricked by Wen Jiucheng!

They all thought that Wen Jiucheng cut the knife on the root of Er's ear just to see if Yu Er would change his face, but in fact, Wen Jiucheng's real purpose was to poison Yu Er!

Yu Er stared at him, his voice became lower and lower, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

"Save me... save... me..."

It took Yu Jiu a lot of effort to suppress the anger surging in her heart, and said to the housekeeper and the doctor.

"I know a famous doctor. He may be able to cure the sheriff, but that doctor never sees a doctor. I have to take him out."

The housekeeper asked which doctor it was?

But Yu Jiu just shook his head, and said with tears in his eyes: "That doctor is a reclusive expert, he doesn't want to be known by outsiders, you just do what I say."

Hearing the words, the butler had no choice but to shut up and stop asking, and quickly asked the carriage to be ready.

They carefully carried the sheriff into the carriage.

Yu Jiu lifted the hem of her skirt and sat in the carriage, and told the butler standing beside her.

"In order to prevent people from fluctuating, please don't spread the news that the Sheriff is seriously ill for now. If someone comes to see the Sheriff, you should say that the Lord has something to go out and will take two days to come back."

The housekeeper responded, "I see."

The carriage left the Sheriff's Mansion through the back door and headed straight for Zizai Temple.

Today's Zizai Temple is still full of incense, and there are pilgrims who come to worship inside and outside. Many pilgrims want to ask the old gods to tell them a fortune, but they are all rejected by the Taoist priests.

At this time, the old fairy was in the backyard wing room, treating the dying Yu Er.

Yu Jiu quietly stood by and watched.

After a while, the old god withdrew his hand, shook his head and sighed: "It's too late, the seven-day drunkenness in his body has already been poisoned, and there is no cure for it."

At this time, Yu Er was already in a trance, and he didn't react too much when he heard this. He just repeated those two words mechanically in his mouth——

"help me……"

Obviously, he didn't want to die.

However, the old god is not a real god after all, he can't bring people back to life.

Yu Jiu was not surprised by this result.

Seven-day drunkenness can only be cured when the poison has not yet occurred. Once the poison occurs, it is basically hopeless.

He deliberately sent people here, but he was holding the last sliver of luck.

At this time, the last sliver of luck has been shattered, and Yu Jiu has no choice but to accept the fact that she has been calculated by others.

The old fairy said slowly while washing his hands.

"Yu Er can't die at this time, he is still useful to us."

Yu Jiu knelt down on one knee: "This time I didn't do my job properly, and someone took advantage of the loopholes. I ask my father to punish me."

The old fairy wiped his hands clean and spoke sincerely.

"You have been given fifty lashes since you went to the punishment hall. As for the hole left by Yu Er after his death, you have to find a way to fill it. You know, Tianmen doesn't raise waste, even if you are my adopted son."

Yu Jiu lowered his head: "Here!"

He got up and went out.

The punishment hall is a place inside Tianmen that is specially used for execution and torture. Yu Jiu is no stranger to this place.

As long as he made a mistake since he was a child, he would come here to receive punishment.

The Huarong Gu in his body is still there, and his appearance still maintains the appearance of the sheriff's wife, looking extremely weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

Even so, the head of the criminal hall who was in charge of the execution was still merciless.

Fifty whips, each with full force.

Yu Jiu propped her hands on the wall, gritted her teeth, and said nothing.

When he was punished when he was young, he would cry because he couldn't bear the pain, but instead of getting sympathy and pity, he would be punished more severely.

Because my father said, Tianmen does not raise waste.

If you can't bear even this little bit of pain, you are no different from a waste.

When the fifty whips were drawn, the head of the punishment hall put away the bloody whips, and bowed respectfully to Yu Jiu.

"Ninth Young Master, offended."

Yu Jiu pulled the corner of his mouth, showing a mocking smile.

He picked up the coat that had been thrown aside, and put it back on his body, covering the large bloodstain on his back.

Yu Jiu has a secluded courtyard of her own in the Zizai Temple.

The small courtyard is cleaned every day, and it is clean inside and out.

He went to the small courtyard, took off his blood-stained clothes, wiped the blood off his back with a wet kerchief, and then poured a bottle of powder on his back.

His movements were very casual, and he didn't seem to care whether the powder could be evenly sprinkled on the wound.

The hemostatic effect of this medicine is very strong, and the blood at the wound will start to coagulate and scab after a while.

He threw two more pills into his mouth that could help the wound heal, and chewed and swallowed it like jelly beans.

After tidying up, Yu Jiu left the small courtyard with a normal face.

He has always been penny-pinching.

Whoever caused him to suffer, he must make that person pay back ten times!