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

The pulse under the hand is messy, sluggish, heavy, sluggish, with poor blood circulation and congestion. Sometimes it seems like internal fire evil and external poison evil. If you feel it carefully, it seems weak.

Jiuzhuanduansan, this poison has nine levels, each level will cause different pains, and gradually corrupt the internal organs of the body. The toxicity is intertwined and superimposed, and every attack is worse than death, until the internal organs fail and die. This poison is extremely difficult to make, and it needs to be refined by nine kinds of highly toxic substances through secret techniques. If you are not careful, the person who makes the medicine may die.

Therefore, although this poison is poisonous, it has not been heard of in the world for a long time. I didn’t expect to encounter it here.

Yuan Ge knew this because the poison had a particularly nice name, "Zhen Yu Qian Ye". As the name suggests, the poisoned person will experience a thousand days and nights of suffering, and then return to the west.

It's not that this poison cannot be cured, but it's a bit troublesome. First, we have to figure out which nine kinds of poisonous grasses and insects are used in the poison, and then prescribe the right medicine for each of them before we can recover. It takes so long that during this time, the poisoned person may not be able to bear the pain and despair brought by the increasingly corrupted internal organs and choose to end his life.

The teacher said that this poison was unscrupulous and warned her again and again not to touch it. Over the years, she made and detoxified poisons, and the teacher had never been so harsh, except for that one time, just for this Nine-Turn Heartbreak Powder... Looking back now, it seemed like some kind of inescapable fate, an unavoidable cause and effect.

The evening breeze was blowing and everything was quiet. Yuan Ge slowly stood up and looked down at Song Wenyuan. She really didn't know how this man could still sit here and talk and joke with her as if nothing had happened, and she didn't know how he could hide his true intentions.

She wanted to ask him how long he had been poisoned, she wanted to ask him what his symptoms were, but she hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't say a word - she didn't know how to ask, nor did she know how to explain. Wen Qian may know some medical skills, but he shouldn't be proficient in this. Finally, after hesitating again and again, Yuan Ge just lowered his eyebrows and was tongue-tied. "I... It's late at night, I'll go back first."

After saying this, he turned around and left, walking in a hurry, almost fleeing.

It was not until Yuan Ge's figure disappeared at the door that Song Wenyuan seemed to wake up from a dream. He slowly turned his head to look. After a while, his fingertips slowly covered his wrist and he sighed softly... He was finally discovered.

Hard to guard against.

Lin Mu was not there when the "Tremella Soup Incident" happened, so he naturally had no idea what Yuan Ge meant by this move, let alone why his master was so worried. He only noticed that the atmosphere was dull and depressing, so he wisely remained quiet and only asked in a low voice, "Master, she... Young Madam, is there something wrong with her?" After serving for many years, they still had some tacit understanding.

Song Wenyuan leaned against the back of the rattan chair, staring blankly at the twinkling stars in the black night sky. After a while, he let out another long sigh.

His Majesty granted the marriage, he knew it was the Emperor's suspicion, it was not that he could not refuse, but if Wen Qian was not there, there would be someone else, if not the marriage, there would be other ways, it would be better to put the person under his nose, it would be better than me being the enemy in the open and in the dark. Besides, he was not in the mood to love, it didn't make any difference to him who he married, it was just a matter of having an extra pair of chopsticks, he could still afford it.

However, not long after, rumors spread that the Wen family's eldest daughter was in love with another man and would never marry him. He heard it and laughed it off, thinking that it was a really random match. It was okay to make a fuss, but if she could ruin the marriage, it would be considered her ability - of course, in the end, it was proved that the woman did not have much ability, and the marriage took place as scheduled.

I originally thought she was a rude and spoiled little girl with no brains. She had caused a lot of trouble in the city before, but on the wedding day she was so nervous that she wanted to pick her fingernails off, and she almost tripped over the threshold when she entered the house. The person carefully selected by His Majesty turned out to be nothing more than a not-so-clever puppet.

He actually felt a little disappointed... It was as if he thought he was having a great time competing, but the opponent suddenly lost his horse and broke his bow and arrows and had to retreat in a hurry.

When did it change?

Did it start when she knocked on his study door and took away the medical book? Or when she bandaged his wounds on the carriage without hiding the fact that she had studied medicine? Or was it even earlier... when she had just been pulled out of the lotus pond and was so weak that she looked like she could be blown away by a gust of wind, but she turned the tables with a cunning look and a calm expression?

Looking back on those tiny moments now, it was as if the puppet doll suddenly gained a soul and became a spirit, a runaway horse or a soaring bird. That man was realistic, cunning, willful, and dazzling... It was interesting. It was probably like this that I unknowingly and irresistibly broke into his territory, touched his restricted area with tightly closed windows and doors, and then strolled around at will and retreated safely.

He slowly raised his hand, placed the back of his hand over his eyelids, and whispered, "She took my pulse."

Lin Mu suddenly looked up and his voice changed, "Master?! You mean... the young lady fell down on purpose to feel your pulse? You... you are worrying too much, Master Xu said before that although this pulse is not normal, it is not something that can be easily detected... She is a weak woman..."

"What's wrong with a weak woman? The one Yan Huo stayed up day and night to go to Zhixuan Mountain to invite was also a weak woman, wasn't she?" Song Wenyuan suppressed the corners of his mouth, smiling bitterly, "She annotated and corrected the medical book that the entire Imperial Hospital couldn't understand with a red pen. Although I don't understand it, she is not a reckless person, so I think she has some confidence."

Isn't this just nonsense? Lin Mu disagreed with this, but he also knew that this matter was serious. His face immediately turned cold and his voice was cold, "Master, otherwise, while the moon is dark and the wind is strong tonight... I will kill this woman! Otherwise, the night will be long and dreams will be many, and finally ruin the master's plan!"

Song Wenyuan glanced at him lazily, with no expression. After a while, he sneered, "Do you think Wen Changling is a vegetarian? You think Wen Peiji hasn't come back for many years, so why does he come back at this critical moment?" Naturally, he was supporting his sister who was about to be drowned by everyone's spit.

But this stupid subordinate patted his chest and said righteously, "It's okay! I'm skilled and professional in this matter! Even if the Wen family suspects us, they won't be able to find any evidence!"

Song Wenyuan suddenly felt that it was sometimes annoying to have such a subordinate. He clenched his teeth and spoke coldly, as if he was touched by the autumn wind. "You have committed many crimes, and you still think you are capable?"

...No, aren't crimes also orders? Don't you have to do what your master tells you to do, regardless of whether you can bear it or not? Why do you seem to be despised now?

The master's heart is like a needle in the sea.

The forest is wronged.