On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Yan Ruyu was worn thick and did not ride a horse. The two talked while walking.

"Have you told the boss your identity?"

Huo Changhe paused slightly: "I can't hide it from you."

"I don't want to hide it from you. We will leave as soon as the Qi family's matter is settled. It won't take a few days. I'm afraid they will have feelings for this place, so I'll give them a few days to prepare."

"Well, let her slow down," Yan Ruyu didn't think much. "She agreed to leave together. I am still very happy."

It was also very helpful in finding the ancestors of the Yan family.

"Don't worry, I didn't force her. She did it voluntarily. If she wasn't happy at all, I wouldn't force it."

Yan Ruyu held his hand: "Of course I know."

The courtyard where Qi Xuanliang and Song Qingyao lived has been darkened, without any light, but the surrounding snow is very bright, reflecting everything in the courtyard.

They didn't go through the window and opened the door directly.

The door was bolted on the inside, but that didn't bother them.

After all, it was a new residence. Qi Xuanliang and Song Qingyao were very alert even when they were sleeping. When they heard any movement, they woke up immediately.

"Who?" As he asked, the lights in the room turned on.

Yan Ruyu didn't answer, but opened the curtain and went in. Huo Changhe followed behind her.

The furnishings in the house were simple but quite warm. Qi Xuanliang was wearing a middle coat and holding a dagger in his hand. Song Qingzhu was hiding behind him.

Yan Ruyu didn't cover her face, so Qi Xuanliang didn't recognize them, but Song Qingyao recognized them at a glance.

"It's you." She was surprised and whispered to Qi Xuanliang, "When I went to pick you up today, I met them at the mountain pass."

"You two came here late at night, what's the matter?" Qi Xuanliang asked calmly, with a bandage still tied on his arm.

Yan Ruyu turned around and sat down on the chair, her eyes passing over his arm: "Young Master Qi is very cruel, this knife cut very deep, but..."

"In the end, it's better to cherish your life and not hurt any vital parts. You and your wife have some courage and courage to put on such a big drama in order to escape from the Qi Mansion."

"The coachman, is he one of yours?"

Qi Xuanliang's face changed slightly: "Who are you? What does our business have to do with you?"

"As a doctor, instead of curing diseases and saving people, he harms people's lives. No one can control such evil things. What's more..."

"You have also ruined the old prince's reputation. You are not worthy of that plaque," Huo Changxin said coldly.

Qi Xuanliang and Song Qingyao narrowed their eyes, tightened their lips, and did not retort for a moment.

Yan Ruyu said in a deep voice: "You guys are really sincere."

Qi Xuanliang's hand holding the knife trembled slightly: "I...I don't know, I don't know anything, don't ask me."

Song Qingyao gently held his shoulders with both hands: "Husband, don't be sad, this is not your fault."

Song Qingyao sighed slightly and looked directly at Yan Ruyu: "Let me tell you."

"If you are referring to our grandfather's art of immortality and rejuvenation, we do know about it, but we have never participated and do not want to participate."

Song Qingyao reached out and took the dagger from Qi Xuanliang's hand. Qi Xuanliang covered his face with his hands.

"Whether you believe it or not, what I said is the truth. I am afraid that the people who least want my grandfather to practice this kind of evil medicine are us."

Song Qingyao's tone was faint, adding a bit of weirdness in the shadow of the dancing candlelight.

"Because, if he wants to grow up and rejuvenate, in addition to... he must use the newly formed fetus and placenta in the pregnant woman's belly to make Changsheng Pills, and also use the blood of his loved ones to supplement it."

"You know so much, you should also know about the death of the second master of the Qi family, right? Isn't it strange that the Qi family has so many medicinal materials, and they have the Medicine King Valley as their backing, and there are many doctors, but why can't they cure it? Second Master?"

"Yes, there is a fate between life and death, and it is difficult for a miracle doctor to save a terminally ill person, but what if..." She paused slightly, a chill rising on her lips and teeth, "Isn't he not sick at all?"

"He was just given medicine, unable to move, and his heart blood was taken every day, bowl after bowl. He slowly lost blood and died bit by bit."

Yan Ruyu remembered that she had "worked" on the old lady that day. The old lady had mentioned "a bowl" in her vision, but was later interrupted by Yan who suddenly broke in.

She later thought about it, but she never understood it. She even thought about it being a bowl of poison, but she never thought about it being a bowl of blood.

"Are they biological father and son?" Huo Changhe couldn't help but ask.

"Of course," Song Qingyao's mouth curved with a trace of sarcasm, "Isn't it incredible? If it's not your biological child, then the medicine will be in vain."

"We didn't know about that medicine when we first used it, but my husband is also knowledgeable in medical skills. Although I am not proficient in it, I know a few things. As young as him, I don't need any evil methods. impossible."

"So, we paid close attention and observed, but we found nothing. Including the death of the second master, we didn't think about him." Song Qingyao sneered, "Who could have imagined that someone in the world would do this to his own son? What kind of thing?"

"That's taking your son's blood, bowl by bowl, day by day, until he dies, boiling him to death."

"Then how did you find out in the end?" Huo Changhe asked.

"It was once that the old lady and I went to offer incense," Song Qingyao said. "She was probably very frightened. She wanted to stay in the temple for a few days and recite sutras. But the Buddha can't just go to everyone. He's not as good as a beast like this." How would Buddha care about these things?"

"She couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran to the Buddha to confess. I was afraid that something would happen to her, so I followed her quietly and overheard." Song Qingyao closed her eyes slightly, "It took me a lot of effort to control my surge. Emotions."

"Later, when she returned to the house, she built a small Buddhist temple and asked us not to disturb her if we had nothing to do. I didn't want to go, so I just didn't care."

"After that day, I looked up many classical medical books and found an ancient legend that mentioned this method. That's when I dared to tell my husband."

Qi Xuanliang put down his hands and showed his red eyes: "Let me tell you what happened next. I was really shocked. My grandfather always taught us to be kind to others. Opening a porridge shed and a medicine shed is something that the Qi family has persisted in for a long time. I am also proud to be a descendant of the Qi family."

"Especially, there is that plaque, but that day, everything I knew and was proud of was overturned! There is another reason why the second master died of illness. So, where is my father? What about me in the future?"

"These things are like ropes, tying me up and tightening every day. I can't stand it. I'm really scared. I want to live. I still have a wife and children. I can't be like the second master..."

"We thought about it for a long time and hesitated. It was not until I was on the way to collect medicines that I heard that a pregnant woman was missing in a nearby village. I knew that everything had started again."

"We cannot wait any longer and must take this step."

"So, I found the rickshaw driver. He was an old man close to my parents. He was very loyal to me and always talked little. I took advantage of the opportunity when I went out to collect medicine and asked him to bring some things out."