Murong Jie quickly ordered someone to help him in and sit on a chair.
Zi'an felt his pulse, checked his eyelids and tongue, and said in surprise: "You are poisoned."
Xiao Tuo was so frightened that his face turned pale, but he couldn't speak. His face just kept twitching.
"Hurry, bring Linlin back." Zi'an suddenly remembered something and immediately said to Murong Jie.
Murong Jie ran out personally and rode his horse to chase after him.
Xiao Tuo started out with just a slight twitch, but slowly his limbs stiffened and the twitching on his face stopped, but he couldn't show any expression.
He began to have difficulty breathing, as if something was pressing down on his chest. He wanted to stretch his neck to breathe, but found that his neck was too stiff to move.
Fortunately, Xia Lin didn't walk far, and Murong Jie pulled him onto the horse's back and galloped back.
When Zi'an saw Xia Lin coming in, he quickly grabbed him and said anxiously, "Linlin, the antidote for Tanghulu."
Xia Lin said "oh" and obediently took out a pill from his bag and handed it to Zi'an, "Just take it."
Zi'an immediately asked Xiao Tuo to eat it, but Xiao Tuo was unable to swallow it on his own. Murong Jie snatched it from him, crushed it in water, and forced it into his mouth. Then he patted his back. Xiao Tuo coughed, and the water went down his throat with a gulp.
It was quite miraculous. After Xiao Tuo swallowed the medicine, he was able to move again after a while. He breathed deeply and his complexion slowly returned to normal.
Everyone felt relieved when they saw him like this.
Xiao Tuo grabbed Xia Lin and said, "Boy, you actually poisoned me?"
Xia Lin pulled his mouth open and made a face, "I told you to be greedy, I told you it was poisonous."
"You!" Xiao Tuo was so angry that he let him go and said angrily, "Fortunately you didn't poison me to death, otherwise you would have to be buried with me."
Zi'an pushed Xiao Tuo away and asked Xia Lin cautiously, "Linlin, come here, tell me, how much do you know about poison?"
Xia Lin poisoned the general Xiao Tuo with a candied haws. This was a very dangerous thing, as he didn't know the danger of the poison.
"I know everything. I know everything written in the Poison Sutra." Xia Lin said.
"What is the Poison Sutra about? You said you remember it, so write a part of it for big sister to see." Zi'an said.
"Okay!" Xia Lin nodded.
Murong Jie ordered his men to prepare pens and ink. Xia Lin sat down to write. Zi'an leaned over to take a look, but found that those were not words at all, but symbols.
"What is this?" Zi'an was very surprised.
"The contents of the Poison Sutra." Xia Lin said.
"But these are symbols, not words."
Xia Lin was stunned for a moment, "It's text, not a symbol."
Prince Li walked over, took a look, and then frowned.
He lowered his voice and said to Murong Jie: "This is the language of Western Xinjiang."
Murong Jie was shocked. "Xijiang characters? Will Third Brother recognize his mistake?"
“It’s impossible to make a mistake. This is the language of Western Xinjiang. I have seen it before at the hands of the Empress Dowager.” Prince Li said firmly.
Zi'an raised his head and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with Xijiang? Why do you turn pale when you hear the Xijiang language?"
Prince An explained, "Xijiang is a tribe in the southwest of our Great Zhou. It is famous for making all kinds of poisons. The people of Xijiang are all vicious and will poison people at any time. In the 16th year of Emperor Hui, the people of Xijiang poisoned more than 500 people in a village on the border of our Great Zhou. Emperor Hui was furious and sent troops to conquer them. He burned all the documents of Xijiang. Xijiang was devastated that time. Not many people escaped, probably only about a dozen people."
"Your Highness, you mean to say that this Book of Poison came from Western Xinjiang? But why is it in the hands of Elder An Ran?" Zi'an asked in confusion.
"I don't know. You have to ask him." Prince An looked at Xia Lin, "Who taught you to recognize these characters?"
"Grandpa," Xia Lin replied, "Grandpa said I was stupid and asked me to recognize these words, saying that I was a fool and it would be easy to remember them."
Zi'an remembered a saying, there is actually only a fine line between genius and idiocy, Xia Lin is stupid and simple-minded, but that doesn't mean he has no talent. In other words, because of his stupidity, his talent is more outstanding. If he studies something, he will succeed more easily than others because he is focused.
However, Zi'an was still shocked that he had to learn everything in the Poison Sutra within a month.
She handed Xia Lin the recipe for the rest pills, "Linlin, look, if we want to detoxify these poison pills, how should we do it?"
Xia Lin took it and looked at it carefully, gesturing with his hands as he looked. The action was a bit childish, as if he was playing, but he looked very serious.
After gesturing for a while, he took the pen and wrote the eight poisons again on paper, but the order was slightly different.
After writing, he began to draw circles, one circle at a time. After finishing, he wrote the names of the two poisons. After writing, he erased them. After writing, he continued to erase them.
Finally, after finishing the four circles, he continued to draw circles and continued to write the two poisons together, writing and smearing them like he had just done before.
No one knew what he was doing. He seemed to be scribbling. Xiao Tuo hit him on the head and said, "What are you doing? I'm letting you see."
Zi'an scolded, "Xiao Tuo, don't disturb him, he's pairing up."
"What pairing?" Murong Jie asked.
Zi'an gestured for everyone to step back, leaving Xia Lin alone to paint.
After everyone left, Zi'an explained, "Poisons sometimes interact with each other. Mixing two different poisons together may cancel out their toxicity, or it may generate another poison. And so on. The same is true when three poisons are mixed together. It takes him a long time to calculate the strongest poison."
Murong Jie seemed very shocked, "Old Prince An Ran said that he has only studied the Poison Sutra for a month."
Zi'an was a little proud, but also a little worried. He was proud because Xia Lin was no longer considered a fool, and fools also have their specialties. He was worried that Xia Lin knew how to use poison, but didn't know when to use it and when not to use it, which was very dangerous.
Xia Lin spent the entire night calculating.
The next day, he came out and asked Zi'an, "Sister, give me a sleeping pill."
The rest pills are now with Murong Jie. Zi'an went to get one and said nervously, "Linlin, this is poison. You have to be careful when using it."
Xia Lin grinned, "Sister, I know it's poison."
Xia Lin took the sleeping pills to the yard. He took many small bowls and placed them neatly one by one. Then he put the sleeping pills in one of the bowls and poured water into it. After soaking the pills, he poured them into the sixteen bowls.
Then, he went in and wrote a prescription for Zi'an, "Sister, please have someone buy these herbs back. I want to try them."
Zi'an took a look at his prescription. There were about a dozen kinds of herbs, and he bought them in large quantities, by the pound.
"What do you want to do?" Zi'an asked.
"Detoxification!" Xia Lin looked at her cutely, "Didn't elder sister ask me to detoxify you?"
"Uh..." Zian nodded like a fool, "Yes!"
(End of this chapter)