The mistress died of overwork, and after rebirth, she was bad at raising her cubs

Sifang Pavilion, inside Baihu Courtyard.

It was also the first time that Shen Qinglan met the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang. She had to admit that this Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang was even younger than she had imagined.

Although the Saint of Southern Frontier was young, he didn't know if it was because of the poisoning, but just sitting there, he felt that there was a gloomy aura all over his body.

I always feel that he is not a human from this world, but comes from hell.

The Saint of Southern Xinjiang was somewhat dissatisfied when he saw that Gu Changqing had brought a woman with him. He frowned and glanced at Shen Qinglan, then stopped at Gu Changqing and said:

"I think I only invited Doctor Gu, right?"

When these words were spoken, it was obvious that he had no intention of giving Shen Qinglan any face.

When Gu Changqing heard this, he looked at the Southern Border Saint with some displeasure and said:

"This is my junior sister, and she is also the first female duke of Dayong. If you have time, please go with me. However, if the Holy Son is not pleased, I will take my leave with my junior sister."

Although Gu Changqing didn't like to interact or negotiate with others, he couldn't allow anyone to look down on his junior sister.

Especially this foreigner, who looked sinister like a stink bug living in the gutter! How dare he be rude to his junior sister?

As Shen Qinglan listened to Gu Changqing's defense of her, a smile flashed in her eyes.

Her senior brother was genuinely kind to her junior sister.

This is to support her.

When the Saint of Southern Xinjiang heard that Gu Changqing was about to quit the conversation after a disagreement, he became a little angry.

But apart from being angry, there was nothing he could do about Gu Changqing!

After all, it seems that the only person who can detoxify him now is Gu Changqing.

Especially the guards around the Saint of Nanjiang, they anxiously grabbed the sleeves of the Saint of Nanjiang and shook them gently, as if begging the Saint of Nanjiang not to be impulsive.

The Saint of Southern Xinjiang took a deep breath, then smiled and said:

"So this is the Duke of Zhenguo? I have heard of the reputation of this first female duke for a long time. This is my first time seeing her, so I am not very good at seeing her. Please forgive me."

As the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang said this, he condescended to bow to the two of them as an apology.

Seeing this, Gu Changqing felt relieved. He looked at the Southern Border Saint and said:

"You are too polite, Holy Son. You are from a foreign country and you don't know the etiquette of our Great Yong. It is understandable. But next time, Holy Son, please be more careful and cautious. After all..."

"My little sister has a good temper and doesn't want to argue with the Holy Son, but her husband doesn't have such a good temper and protects her very much."

"If he knew that my junior sister was wronged by the Holy Son, who knows, the Holy Son might become the sinner of Southern Xinjiang."

When the Saint of Southern Xinjiang heard this, his face immediately turned ugly.

Although he didn't know Shen Qinglan, he knew that the husband of the first female duke of Dayong was the War King Huo Zhanting!

Back then, they in Southern Xinjiang were beaten by Huo Zhanting without any resistance, and it was almost a one-sided beating.

Even he, who had been to the battlefield before, lost many precious poisonous insects under Huo Zhanting's powerful fighting ability.

It can be said that almost half of the poisonous insects raised by the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang were killed by Huo Zhanting in the past. Now that the border has finally calmed down, the poisonous insects he raised have finally regained some vitality.

Whenever he thought of Huo Zhanting, the Saint of Southern Xinjiang felt pain in his flesh, face, and everywhere.

This continent has been divided and united for hundreds and thousands of years, but no general has ever been seen who can fight better than Huo Zhanting!

It can be said that as long as Huo Zhanting is still alive, the four countries will not dare to easily provoke border war again.

It is precisely because of this that the four countries agreed so readily to opening up border trade when Dayong proposed.

After all, everyone was defeated by Huo Zhanting.

So the four countries thought very clearly. Since they couldn't win, they might as well develop together, which would benefit everyone. As for the rest... they could just wait until Huo Zhanting died?

He thought so, but when Gu Changqing brought this matter to the table, the Saint of Southern Xinjiang felt a little embarrassed.

He looked at Gu Changqing with some dissatisfaction, wishing he could throw this imperial physician out!

Gu Changqing was not afraid at all. He raised his head and looked very proud.

When Shen Qinglan saw this, he couldn't help but want to laugh. His own senior brother really was a person you can't judge by appearance.

He speaks bluntly, like stabbing a knife in people's hearts. Being an imperial physician is a waste of his talent. He should be a censor.

But Shen Qinglan didn't come here to anger the Southern Border Saint to death. He smiled and said:

"Son, please don't bother with my elder brother. My elder brother is straightforward and can't stand seeing me being wronged."

When the Saint of Southern Xinjiang heard this, his temples throbbed violently and he almost laughed out of anger.

He only said one sentence, but Gu Changqing replied with countless sentences, and every sentence hit him hard. Who was wronged?

Seeing that the Southern Border Saint still looked unhappy, Shen Qinglan smiled and said:

"The Saint of Southern Frontier invited my senior brother to come today. I guess it must be something important. Why don't we talk about business?"

The Saint of Southern Xinjiang was so angry that he almost forgot the purpose of inviting Gu Changqing today.

The guard beside him quickly pulled the sleeve of the Saint of Southern Border and whispered a reminder:

"Son, your health is more important..."

The Saint of Southern Xinjiang finally suppressed his dissatisfaction, pointed to the small table beside him, and said with a smile:

"Please take a seat, both of you."

Shen Qinglan and Gu Changqing naturally would not refuse, and they immediately sat down together at the stone table next to them.

There were several pottery jars on the stone table. As soon as Shen Qinglan sat down, he smelled a strange odor. The odor made Shen Qinglan frown unconsciously and his stomach felt churning.

Fortunately, Gu Changqing noticed Shen Qinglan's discomfort, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, handed it to Shen Qinglan and whispered:

"Use this hollyhock to relieve discomfort."

Shen Qinglan took it without hesitation, opened the porcelain bottle and shook it at the tip of his nose. Immediately, his complexion looked much better.

Seeing this, Gu Changqing heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the Southern Border Saint Son and said:

"Since the Saint of Southern Border invited us here, is it just for us to smell these messy smells? Is this the way the Saint of Southern Border treats guests?"

Gu Changqing was obviously a little unhappy, but the Southern Border Saint smiled and shook his head:

"Why is Doctor Gu so angry? This Saint asked the doctor to come because I heard that Doctor Gu is very good at poisons. It just so happens that a good friend of mine was poisoned by the poison on the table, so I want to ask Doctor Gu to take a look at the solution."

Gu Changqing took a look at the pottery jars on the table. There were a lot of colorful ones. He could hear some noise inside without getting close.

It can be seen that these poisonous insects are very ferocious and their lethality should not be underestimated.

Gu Changqing looked at the Southern Xinjiang Saint with a scrutinizing look in his eyes and knew that the Southern Xinjiang Saint was deliberately testing his abilities.

Even though the Saint of Southern Xinjiang knew that he had cured Princess Zhaoyang of the poison, he still did not quite believe him.

Perhaps it was not that he did not believe him, but he also wanted to deliberately conceal the truth that the poison had backfired on the Saint of Southern Frontier.

Thinking of this, Gu Changqing immediately smiled and said, "I heard that the Holy Son is a master of Gu poison in Southern Xinjiang, and he is also extremely talented. Why did he have to run all the way to Dayong, which is thousands of miles away, just for a mere Gu poison backlash?"