After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

What the emperor was most worried about was naturally that Song Wenyuan had always known where the poison came from.

At that time, the young man, who was not yet twenty years old, was at the peak of his ambition. He was full of talent and had been ignored for many years. He thought that he had finally fought his way to a bloody and prosperous life with his ability and would be in power from then on... Who knew that when he woke up one day, he found that this was just another cruel joke played by God on him! How could an ordinary person endure such a situation?

He could quickly sort out all his emotions, and he hadn't revealed any clues for such a long time. He never made mistakes in his responses before the emperor... Such a young man was too terrifying! Not to mention the emperor was afraid, even Dean Zhang was afraid. Regicide was a serious crime punishable by the death of nine generations of the family, but killing a head of the Imperial Hospital who was about to retire and return home was a piece of cake for Song Wenyuan.

The old man was really scared these days. Whenever he thought of this possibility, he lost his appetite. He became visibly haggard and aged. His energy and spirit were no longer as good as before. He was in a daze all day long, and naturally he could not think of any clever way to deal with Song Wenyuan.

Hearing Song Wenyuan's words that he didn't know what the poison was like, the heart that had been hanging in the air for days suddenly fell to the ground. As he fell to the ground, he even swayed as if he sensed something. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and was surprised to find that his forehead was cold - he didn't know when a layer of fine cold sweat appeared. He couldn't help but laugh at himself. The older he gets, the less he can take on things. He wasn't this nervous even when he poisoned the poison that year.

While gazing at Song Wenyuan's obviously helpless silence, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a sigh, and then cautiously probed, "Fortunately, Mr. Xu has excellent medical skills, but Mr. Xu has been back from studying for many years. Why didn't you ask him to diagnose and detoxify earlier? You never even mentioned it to me... Although, I really can't help much... I'm ashamed, ashamed..."

"Don't worry about it, Lord Zhang." Song Wenyuan shook his head, sighed, and then slowly explained, "Lord Zhang also knows that I have offended many people in the past few years in charge of the imperial prison... If the news of my poisoning spreads, I am afraid that such things will happen every now and then, and I really don't know how I died... Moreover, I don't even know when I was poisoned or what poison I was poisoned with. Even when you took my pulse and told me that young people are strong, I was not sure whether I was poisoned... In this case, how can I start?"

Dean Zhang continued to wipe his forehead, "I am ashamed, ashamed... It's all my fault that I am not good at medicine and have delayed the commander... I wonder what Mr. Xu would say? I heard that the young lady is also a disciple of Miss Yuan Ge from Zhixuan Mountain, why have I never heard of it before? With these two people by the commander's side, it should not be difficult to detoxify."

"To be honest, I know very little about my wife..." Song Wenyuan curled his lips and chuckled, his eyes and eyebrows were full of tiny smiles, which were more real and vivid than before. "She is a low-key person and has never boasted about her abilities, so I have never noticed it... On the contrary, it was His Majesty who had a wise eye and granted her to me in marriage."

Dean Zhang nodded in agreement, but he knew in his heart that the thing His Majesty regretted most at this moment was that he had issued the imperial decree to grant marriage, which he thought was killing two birds with one stone. I heard that Wen Changling had entered the imperial study early in the morning, and I am afraid it was also because of Wen Qian's apprenticeship with Yuan Ge. Now this matter is still a secret between you and me. If it is revealed to the world one day... There may be another Xu Chengjin in Shengjing. By then, I am afraid that the Wen family will no longer be a confidant but a thorn in the throat.

Dean Zhang's brain, which had been a little slow in the past two days, was working very fast. On the other side, Song Wenyuan leaned on the pillow and acted leisurely as a patient who was seriously injured and had not yet recovered from the poison. He sighed softly and gave the other party a reassurance, "Even so, Chengjin also said that this poison is not easy to cure... He blamed me for not telling him earlier. If it was earlier, when Zhixuanshan was still alive, there might be a way. Now... now even if he is with Qianqian, I am afraid it will only delay for a few days for me."

"I was thinking, if that's the case... I might as well not treat it. After the wound heals in a few days, I will submit a memorial to His Majesty to resign from this job. Qianqian didn't enjoy a few good days with me. I will take her around, stop and go, travel around, and then find a place at the foot of a mountain where few people go, build a thatched hut, and spend the rest of my life there. It's not bad..."

"Hey, hey, hey, no, no!" Dean Zhang waved his hands repeatedly, "What are you talking about, sir? Can you just quit this job? It takes many years for our dynasty to meet a young talent like you! His Majesty values ​​talent and will definitely find a way to detoxify you. Please don't say such discouraging words. Don't worry, there is no one who can detoxify in Shengjing City. We can look for it all over the world. There will definitely be brave men with a big reward. It can't be that she is the only one in the world who can detoxify, right?"

How many years does it take to meet a young talent? You have joined forces to kill him before he is even 20 years old.

Song Wenyuan lowered his eyes and chuckled, his smile pale and cold, "I have met a young talent in so many years, but I don't even know who my enemy is for such a long time? Haha... How can I have the face to stay in the Northern Pacification Division like this?"

He sat on the bed with his eyebrows downcast. The slanting sunlight hit his face, making his skin pale and almost bloodless. He laughed foolishly, and his laughter was full of desolation... Zhang Yuanshou's last doubts finally dissipated. This was the grief and indignation of a normal young man when he found out that he was poisoned...

He was about to speak when there was a knock on the door. The woman outside the door said in a gentle and unhurried voice, "Husband, it's time to take the medicine."

Dean Zhang was subconsciously startled, glanced at the two middle-aged doctors behind him, and pretended to scold, "You two are talking about yourselves, but you didn't remind me. You have been talking for a long time, and you have delayed the master from taking medicine. Is this the young lady? Please come in quickly, I am about to leave."

Before he finished speaking, the door had already opened - the woman who had once stopped him outside the door in public, this time pushed the door open without any manners, looked at the three imperial doctors in the room without even saying hello, and then looked at Song Wenyuan on the bed, her face full of gentle smiles, and doting on her brows.

Seeing this smile, Zhang Yuanshou felt more and more that, after all, they were young people, and everything was in their eyes, likes, anger, and naturally hatred... He subconsciously sniffed the medicine in Yuan Ge's hand as he passed by, and asked, "Is this the medicine prescribed by the young lady?"

"Director Zhang thinks too highly of me." Miss Yuan smiled warmly, dispelling the other party's last bit of concern and vigilance. "It was opened by Mr. Xu. I only know a little bit of acupuncture, but nothing else."