Xiao Zhenting gritted his teeth and said, "If you can cure the prince's poison, I will save you a dog's life."

Old Cui was stunned for a while before he realized that the "prince" he called was his stepson Yan Jiuchao. Yes, this little trash finally accepted the title of Prince Yan. He really loved this stepson. For the sake of his stepson's life, he didn't even avenge Wan Zhaoyi's revenge.

In just a moment, Old Cuitou gathered his thoughts, "I once made a poisonous oath to never use the Cui family's medical skills to practice medicine."

Shadow Thirteen cut down with one sword, "Then you want to die"

The sword blade was pressed against Lao Cui's neck, and Lao Cui's head was frightened and frightened, "But I didn't finish my words."

Shadow Thirteen's sword blade barely stopped.

Lao Cui pinched his cold sweat and said, "I just said I can't use it to practice medicine, I didn't say I can't teach it to others."

Everyone looked at him strangely.

He glanced at Yu Wan beside him, "You go and take the pulse and tell me the pulse."

Isn't this a waste of farting if you take off your pants?

Everyone glared at him, but they didn't make things difficult for him anymore and handed over the decision to Yu Wan.

This is just a little troublesome. As long as Yan Jiuchao can be saved, Yu Wan doesn't mind.

On the way back to the room, Yu Wan told Lao Cui about the curse of Yan Jiu Dynasty passing through southern Xinjiang. Since he wanted him to treat the disease, he had to tell him the condition of Yan Jiu Dynasty truthfully.

"You don't seem to be surprised. How did you know that Yan Jiuchao was cursed?" Yu Wan looked at him.

I didn't know it at first, but he knew it when Yan Huaijing asked him to "sell" the medical books of the Cui family to Yu Wan.

Old Cui cleared his throat, "I have followed Concubine Xian, at least, I don't even know this secret."

Yu Wan glanced at him, not sure whether he believed it or not. In short, Yu Wan didn't ask any more questions, and in short, this is not important.

Yu Wan returned to the upper room and took the pulse for Yan Jiuchao again according to the method taught by Lao Cuitou. Some pulses were not recorded in medical books, and she couldn't tell which pulse it was, but she told Lao Cuitou all in a sequential manner.

"Is his fingertips black or purple?"

“Purple.”

"Yintang"

"It's also purple."

People who are poisoned often have black nails and black nails in Yintang. Obviously, the Yan Jiu Dynasty was not an ordinary poison.

A screen was crossed in front of Yan Jiuchao's bed, and Old Cui was standing outside the screen. He asked, Yu Wan replied, "When he asked Yu Wan to check wherever he asked Yu Wan to check, Yu Wan checked wherever he had. After all, there was an extra procedure, so it would be easier to diagnose it yourself."

Xiao Zhenting and the other two stood outside the door with a serious expression.

Ying Liu scratched his head and muttered, "Is this Cui surname not annoying? Is there any difference between this and his own medical treatment? Isn't it just that I have to go through a long period of time to diagnose the diagnosis and prescribe medicine or is it him? Isn't this self-deception?"

"I made a poisonous oath, I'm a little afraid of death." Ying Shisan said, his tone as gentle and patient as he was.

"But aren't you afraid of misdiagnosis like this?" Ying Liu, who had thought it was just an extra process, began to doubt the feasibility of this method again.

Ying Shisan said, "This is how the empresses in the palace in the previous dynasty see the doctor."

In the previous dynasty, men and women were seriously prevented from treating the empress directly. The doctors should not directly treat the empress. The doctors took the pulse and then reported the doctors to confirm the diagnosis. This would certainly lead to misdiagnosis. Often, the more skilled the doctors' medical skills, the lower the chance of misdiagnosis.

"If you press one inch below his navel, will he feel pain?"

Lao Cui said.

Yu Wan pressed it, and Yan Jiuchao still frowned in discomfort even in his sleep.

"Yes." Yu Wan said.

Old Cui sighed, "I probably know what poison it is."

"What poison?" Xiao Zhenting asked.

Old Cui sighed, "Thyme."

The eyes of several men dimmed.

Shadow Thirteen and Shadow Six have been around for many years, and only heard about poisons. This thyme is one of the three most amazing poisons in the world. It is said that once this poison comes out, the fragrance spreads for hundreds of miles, so it is known as thyme. In fact, thyme does have a fragrance, but it is far less than the exaggeration in the rumors. Somehow it makes people spread like this.

Lao Cui said, "Thyme is made from more than a dozen rare flower poisons. I don't know what flowers are prepared in detail. I only know that this poison is extremely fierce and is even more difficult to solve than the poison curse in the southern Xinjiang."

When it sounds more difficult to solve than the Southern Xinjiang poison curse, everyone's expressions are not very good.

Lao Cui continued, "From his pulse, he should have been poisoned for many years. Logically, this poison will soon kill him, but the poisoned person should not know that he was infected with the Southern Xinjiang spell. The two poisons restrain each other and they will be in peace."

Of course, this peace of mind just means that Yan Jiuchao will not die immediately, but it is still toxic and flows through the body. Therefore, Yan Jiuchao's body has not been very good, and he still needs to take detoxification pills every year.

Now that the poison curse in southern Xinjiang has been solved, thyme has been suppressed and gradually exploded.

"Why did I take my pulse at first?" Yu Wan was puzzled.

Old Cui explained patiently, "One because there is still toxicity in his body that suppresses the toxicity of thyme, and the other is that it takes ten days and half a month to attack thyme."

Yu Wan only said that Yan Jiu Dynasty had hit the Southern Xinjiang spell, but did not say who had put it on him. Old Cui knew that he was curious and killed the cat. Since Yu Wan didn't say it, he didn't ask tactfully, but Xiao Zhenting Ying Thirteen and Ying Six knew the inside story.

The poison curse in southern Xinjiang was given to Yan Jiu by the late emperor, so what about Thyme

The late emperor could not give him two poisons that would die, and it was really unnecessary to deal with a three or four-year-old child.

"Where is the poison of thyme? Who created it?" Yu Wan asked.

Lao Cui shook his head, "Thyme is a poison from outside the territory. Who is creating it? But it is said that it is very difficult to solve."

"The poison curse is said to be unsolvable, but we can solve it, this is difficult to solve." Yu Wan's meaning is very obvious.

But Lao Cui shook his head again, "You don't understand that the poisonous curse is the saying of the people of the Central Plains. As long as you find a powerful Gu King and Gu Master in southern Xinjiang, you can have a way to turn the world back. For example, as far as I know, the sacred objects of Nanzhao will definitely be able to remove the poison of the poisonous curse. As for this thyme?"

When he said the previous sentence, Yu Wan almost thought that he guessed that the holy object was in his hands, but now his life is in their hands. How could he give him a chance to expose it?

Yu Wan is no longer here and asks, "You just say if you have a solution?"

Lao Cui sighed, "I have just mentioned it by my ancestors. No one has tried that prescription, I don't know if it will be successful."

"What recipe?" Xiao Zhenting and Yu Wan asked in unison.

Old Cui said thoughtfully, "Holy female blood, witch king tears, fire Ganoderma lucidum, snow toad."

Yu Wan has never heard of any of them.

"Have you heard of it?" Yu Wan looked at Xiao Zhenting and the other two.

All three of them were silent. Fire Ganoderma lucidum and Snow Toad had heard of a kind of fiery red Ganoderma lucidum and a toad growing under the snowy mountains. But the first two were forgiving them to be ignorant. As early as when the southern Xinjiang collapsed, there were no more saints and wizards. Where to get their blood and tears. This prescription is mostly a folk rumor, and it is not very credible.

"Where did you hear it?" Ying Shisan asked.

Lao Cuitou "tea house."

Shadow Thirteen ""

Everyone ""

Old Cui stroked his beard and said, "I haven't had a doctor for a long time, and my medical skills have been given to my ancestors. Please help the guards go back to the village and bring the books in the cellar for me. I'll see if there is any way to temporarily alleviate the toxicity in your prince's body."

It was related to the prince, Ying Shisan went there without hesitation.

"I'm going to take a break first," Lao Cui asked carefully.

"Zi Su." Yu Wan called out to the door.

Zi Su stepped inside and took Lao Cui to the west wing. He was a big man who was not convenient to live in Qingfeng Hospital, but since he was a visitor to the prince, he could not be too far away from the prince.

Poria go to the kitchen and boil water.

The young master's mansion was full of people, but not everyone could know the secret of Yan Jiu Dynasty. Apart from the perilla and Poria, others made Yu Wan shut up.

Xiao Zhenting came to the bedside.

The lights are dim.

The tall man seemed to have a hint of hunchback in an instant.

Yu Wan opened her mouth.

Xiao Zhenting didn't look back, but heard her breathing, "I'll look at him and leave in a while."

Yu Wan absolutely had no intention of driving him away, "Then I'll take care of Yan Jiuchao, I'll go to the study."

Yu Wan went to the study room on excuse to give them the opportunity to get along with her father and son. She did have something to ask Ying Liu.

"What do you think of the prince's poisoning?"

Ying Liu is in trouble.

If there are many people who want to do this, let’s not mention the distance, just take the second-generation ancestors in the capital who were beaten by the young master. They don’t want Yan Jiuchao to die early and become reborn soon, but they have the heart but no courage.

Concubine Xu, who has a thief heart and a thief courage, should be considered one, but Concubine Xu knew that Yan Jiu Dynasty had hit the southern Xinjiang curse, so she didn't have to do anything more than thyme.

Could it be the King of Yan’s outer room back then Yu Wan thought.

Could it be the little princess of Nanzhao? Ying Liu thought to himself.

Both of them had speculations in their hearts, but no one could tell them.

Ying Liu pondered, "It's not the first time that the young master has poisoned people, but except for the late emperor, we all thought that no one succeeded again. I really can't figure out how this thyme fell on the young master."

Yu Wan thought about it, “Would it be in the Yan Prince’s Mansion”
To be continued...