"Come, come..." hurried footsteps sounded, the closed door was pulled open, and an old man in his fifties appeared, looking at Gong Qianyu standing at the door, his eyes widened in surprise : "Too... His Royal Highness the Prince."
"My friend and I are tired from walking, come in and have a rest!" Gong Qianyu said lightly, her dark eyes were as clear as springs!
The old man looked past Gong Qianyu sharply and saw Murong Xue behind him. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. He quickly opened the door and turned sideways respectfully, "His Royal Highness, please come in."
Gong Qianyu didn't speak any more, grabbed Murong Xue's sleeve, and dragged her into another courtyard.
The faint scent of medicine rushed to her face, Murong Xue frowned lightly, and walked slowly along the bluestone road, not wanting to, the further she walked in, the stronger the smell of medicine became, and when she walked into the gazebo beside the rockery, the smell of medicine had already It is so thick that it is very smoky, even the flowers and trees in the garden are sickly soaked by the smell of medicine, and the branches and leaves are wilting...
"His Royal Highness, this girl, please sit down for a while, the old man will immediately order his servants to bring some cool refreshments..." The old man said lightly, turning around to leave.
Murong Xue spoke slowly: "Old man, is someone in your house sick?"
"Yes." The old man nodded, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "I have been ill for three or four years, I have invited countless miracle doctors, and I have taken countless medicines, but nothing has improved..."
"The doctor who treats the disease can only cure the disease, but that person has been poisoned. If you ask the doctor who treats the disease to see him, it is naturally impossible to cure him..." Murong Xue replied casually.
The aura of the old man's whole body suddenly became fierce, his sharp eyes were like sharp arrows, and he shot at Murong Xue fiercely: "How do you know?"
Murong Xue blinked her eyes, and said casually: "When you are sick, you should focus on recuperation. No matter how serious your illness is, the medicine you take is not so pungent, but when you smell the smell of medicine in the air, it makes you want to vomit. The highly poisonous medicine is so smoky..."
"Do you know medical skills?" The old man looked down at her, his sharp eyes flashing darkly.
Murong Xue smiled lightly: "I know a thing or two."
"It's possible to get rid of this poison?" The old man said in a low voice, looking at Murong Xue for a moment, with a little imperceptible hope flashing in his eyes.
Murong Xueliu frowned, and said in a low voice: "It's hard to say, I want to see what kind of poison he has been poisoned and his current condition..."
"After reading it, the girl will be able to confirm whether the poison can be detoxified?" A hoarse male voice came to her ears suddenly, Murong Xue looked up, and saw two guards walking over pushing a wheelchair, which was specially made , the back of the chair is extended, almost like a recliner.
The man lying in the wheelchair was about forty years old, wearing a dark blue robe, his dark eyes were deep and sharp, but his face was very haggard, his exposed face, neck, and hands were covered with lumps. The reddish-brown plaques are very scary at first glance.
Gong Qianyu glanced at the man, and sat there without speaking or moving.
"My lord!" The old man stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the man.
Prince? Murong Xue was taken aback. In Southern Border, only people from the royal family could be honored as princes. Judging by his age, this man should be the emperor's younger brother, the king of Zhennan with great military exploits!
Rumor has it that the King of Zhennan was injured countless times during his battles on the battlefield. Four years ago, his old illness relapsed, so he retired from the court and concentrated on recuperating. Unexpectedly, he was poisoned.
"May the girl heal my king's illness?" King Zhennan looked at Murong Xue, his deep eyes flickered.
"May I ask what kind of poison the prince has?" Murong Xue looked at him and asked softly.
"Fire poison!" King Zhennan said in a low voice, slamming every word.
Murong Xue's eyes froze. She had heard of this kind of poison. It was prepared by people from southern Xinjiang. It was extremely poisonous. If ordinary people took half a drop, they would be poisoned to the bone. This king of Zhennan was poisoned. After four years, it is a miracle that he is still alive.
"My lord has been fighting poison with poison all these years!"
A trace of surprise flashed in King Zhennan's eyes: "How do you know?" Only the closest people knew about his fighting poison with poison, not even the emperor's brothers and nephews...
Murong Xue smiled slightly: "Apart from the fire spots, there is also a hint of coldness on the prince's body. It seems that he often takes a lot of cold things to suppress the fire poison!"
A flash of admiration flashed in King Zhen's eyes, it was a smart little girl: "Maybe the girl can get rid of the fire poison?"
"Yes." Murong Xue nodded, her eyes were dark: Southern Xinjiang people are best at making poison and detoxifying, but they can't get rid of the fire poison. It can be seen that the fire poison is extremely poisonous. However, the detoxification technique she learned is a fusion of countless detoxification methods And the essence that has been reproduced, many poisons that the ancients have no solution for, she can easily remove it.
"Really?" King Zhennan looked at her with shock and disbelief shining in his eyes.
He has been poisoned for many years, and the poison has penetrated deep into his heart. He has given up hope of getting rid of the fire poison. This other courtyard is his secret place to recuperate his wounds. Few people come to him. He is alone, and he is quite bored.
Knowing that Gong Qianyu brought a girl here, he was curious for a while, so he came out to take a look. What he said just now was just asking casually, but he didn't expect that she would detoxify, and told him that fire poison can be cured.
Murong Xue smiled slightly: "Is it necessary for me to lie to the prince about this kind of thing?"
The old man's sharp eyes shot out bright light instantly: "Then how can we get rid of the fire poison of the prince?"
"Prepare a pair of silver needles for me." Murong Xue said lightly.
The old man was taken aback: "Is it that simple?"
"Of course." The corner of Murong Xue's mouth curled into a faint smile: All she needs to detoxify is a pair of silver needles!
"Wait a minute." The old man returned to the inner courtyard suspiciously. After a while, he brought a cloth bag and gently opened it. Rows of silver needles of different thicknesses and sizes appeared. Under the refraction of bright light.
"My lord, I'm going to start to detoxify." Murong Xue looked at King Zhennan and paused every word.
"Okay." Zhennan Wang nodded, took off his coat with a solemn expression, and lay on the wheelchair with pride in his eyes: the fire poison that had tortured him for four years can finally be eradicated... Murong Xue walked slowly to In front of King Zhenmian, he picked up silver needles and quickly plunged them into each of his acupuncture points, twisting them lightly, only to see the fire spots on his body congeal towards his chest at a speed that could be seen by human eyes, and the muscles and veins all over his body It's like being burned by fire, sharp pain!
Veins popped out on his forehead, his exhausted face was severely distorted, and he clenched his hands tightly under his sleeves, still unable to restrain the piercing pain that flew back and forth in his limbs, and the pained roar passed through the clouds, resounding through the sky: "Ah !"