Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 102 Ashina Li is dead!

Dirty purple elixir entered the throat, the outer layer of pimple melted, and bursts of flames began to be emitted. Zhao Wujiang only felt that he had swallowed a scorching fireball, and the flames engulfed his body.

He didn't panic, he had already roughly understood the pharmacology of this poison just now, he strolled to a medicinal herb, raised his hand and crushed it into powder, and then swallowed it into his body.

Then, he continued to shuttle between the medicinal materials and swallowed the rest of the medicinal materials.

Ashina Li looked at all this coldly, Zhao Wujiang's blue water elixir had already been swallowed into his body, it was sweet in his throat, like a clear spring, but he did not take it lightly, instead, he waited for it.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. He quietly waited for the effect of the medicine to take place so that he could learn more about the medicine.

The water blue pill entered the body, and gradually, Ashina Li felt the power of the medicine dissipate, as if turning into pure gurgling water, flowing through his limbs and bones, his whole body was warm and comfortable.

Is this poison or tonic? He began to wonder in his heart. Afterwards, he only felt that the warm feeling receded, the breath flowing in his body gradually became colder, and the world in his eyes was gradually submerged by ice blue water.

Gradually, the flood flooded his body. He knew it was an illusion, but it was so inexplicably real. He was short of breath and wanted to shout, but the water entered his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and he couldn't gurgle. sound.

He wanted to mobilize the cultivation in his body, but he only felt that his limbs were as soft as water, and he couldn't exert any strength.

Afterwards, he felt himself sinking into the water slowly, and the icy blue water poured in from all directions, suppressing his body, his breathing, and his thoughts.

On the high platform, Zhao Wujiang took different medicinal materials slowly, and the toxins in his body had been removed. He continued to search for medicinal materials calmly, and began to refine the elixir on his own.

Since Ashina Li swallowed Zhao Wujiang's water-blue pill, he only took a few steps, and he has been stuck in place for a long time. He closed his eyes tightly and breathed smoothly.

Everyone in the audience looked at the two people with completely different painting styles on the field, and they were extremely curious.

"Master Zhao is now refining the antidote for the poison in his body? What is Ashina Li doing?"

"Hmph! I think he's so arrogant. He closed his eyes and rested his mind. He didn't look for an antidote at all, and he didn't pay attention to Mr. Zhao at all."

"Could it be that Mr. Zhao's poison doesn't work on Ashina Li at all?"

"It goes without saying. As I said just now, no one is perfect. How could it be possible for Zhao Wujiang to have both civil and military skills and at the same time maintain superb medical skills? The appearance of Ashina Li is obviously not perfect for Zhao Wujiang's elixir. kick in!"

"Then why is Ashina Li motionless?"

"What do you know? He is disdainful! He disdains Zhao Wujiang's medical skills. Look at Zhao Wujiang, he is still busy refining the antidote? If I were him, I would ask Ashina Li for the antidote, so as not to waste time Too late, I lost my life!"

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Everyone said something to each other, gradually arguing, until the Minister of Rites and the Minister of Honglu Temple spoke angrily, and then suppressed their voices.

The two of them were also puzzled, they didn't understand what they were doing, why did they both look not in a hurry, Zhao Wujiang looked leisurely, was he refining an antidote?Then why is Ashina Li motionless?Are you really so arrogant?
As time passed, Ashina Li was still motionless, standing upright, his originally gentle breathing had disappeared, and his whole body seemed to have no breath.

After Zhao Wujiang refined the elixir, he put it into his own bottle without taking it.

This scene shocked everyone.

Isn't Zhao Wujiang refining the antidote?Has the poison in his body been lifted?Why is Ashina Li still motionless?What happened to him?
The crowd gradually erupted into an uproar.

Zhao Wujiang got up, walked slowly to Ashina Li's side, and tapped his head with his fingertips.

Ashina Li did not resist, or could not resist, and then fell to the ground, his body hit the bluestone board heavily, and hit the hearts of the spectators.

"boom!"

Blood flowed out of Ashina Li's mouth and nose, and he didn't have the slightest breath.

"hiss!"

There was a burst of gasping sounds from the crowd around the audience.

"Ah! Ashina Lee is dead! How is it possible? When did it happen?"

"I, I. This is too scary."

"Do you think he would have died when he swallowed Lord Zhao's elixir?"

"How is it possible, I was still breathing just now"

"Then why didn't he ask for help? Just call for the antidote."

As if their throats were stuck, they saw Zhao Wujiang with a calm face on the stage, and immediately realized something, it wasn't that Ashina Li didn't want to ask for help, it was because he couldn't ask for help, since he swallowed Zhao Wujiang's water-blue pill After that, there is no chance.
Zhao Wujiang looked around the crowd indifferently, then those who questioned Zhao Wujiang just now lowered their heads, swallowed wildly, and trembled, for fear that Zhao Wujiang would make trouble for them.

The Minister of Rites in the audience couldn't help but want to back away, but his body seemed to be growing on the chair, and he couldn't move.

Everyone in the mission held their breath, still in disbelief, but they didn't dare to speak out.

The whole place was silent.

Zhao Wujiang didn't speak, no one dared to speak.

With a warm smile on his face, he said loudly:
"Doctor, winner, Zhao Wujiang!
Datang and Western Turkic exchanges, civil and military medicine, Datang wins! "

"Datang wins!"

When everyone who was silent at first heard the words, they all cheered, and the roar of the entire Shangshu Province broke through the sky.

Although the final result of the competition was undisputed, everyone seemed to be having a big dream.

First, Datang Fang Jiaozi who participated in the competition was inexplicably late and disappeared, and then Zhao Wujiang stepped forward.

Most people didn't have great expectations at the beginning, because they all knew that Zhao Wujiang was good at literature, but that was all. How could martial arts and medicine be Zhao Wujiang's strong points?How can it be possible for a person to be both civil and military and also have great medical skills?

But after the two-day competition, everyone gradually realized that their initial thoughts were wrong. There is really someone who has amazing medical skills in both civil and martial arts, and this person is Zhao Wujiang.

"Lord Zhao is mighty!"

"It's a great blessing to be able to live in Chang'an with Mr. Zhao."

"I said just now that Mr. Zhao will definitely be able to do it, have you seen it now? Hmph!"

"Fart! Aren't you the loudest questioner just now?"

"You and I. Hmph! What do you know, I am impressed by Mr. Zhao's talent, do you understand that the prodigal son will not be exchanged for gold?"

"If Master Zhao hadn't appeared, our Great Tang would probably have lost this time."

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The cheers continued, and everyone spoke up.

However, the Western Turks were defeated, and everyone in the mission was gloomy. Someone came up to the stage and wanted to carry away Ashina Li's "corpse".

Zhao Wujiang said lightly: "I advise you not to touch him, the poison has not gone away, if you get infected, you will be like him."

The people who were about to carry Ashina Li away backed away as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, and saluted Zhao Wujiang gratefully.

They thought in their hearts that if Zhao Wujiang hadn't kindly reminded them, they would have suffered the same catastrophe.

Zhao Wujiang pretended to spray some medicinal powder on his body, then stepped forward to mention Ashina Li, and walked off the stage calmly, he was going to deal with the "corpse".

Before leaving, he instructed the Minister of Honglu Temple to preside over the rest of the mission's affairs.

Mr. Zhao is really a gentleman, and he doesn't take the credit for himself. Honglu Siqing is very happy, and he will preside over the next matters, which is a good time to perform.

He respectfully watched Zhao Wujiang leave, then walked up to the stage, cleared his throat, and started today's aftermath.

(End of this chapter)