His Majesty is ill

Rescue "You!"

The phoenix's eyes were raised slightly, and the aura of a king overflowed in the eyes.

Even if he was a childhood playmate, how could Feng Konghua, the emperor, endure such arrogance?

But looking at the handsome face with a slight resemblance to Leng Cang between the brows and eyes, he finally forcibly held back the anger in his heart.

He is very aware of Leng Xi's temper, so now he must be patient in order to save others.

And trusting the person in front of him was the only way he could do so far.

But he didn't expect that this series of changes had another meaning in Leng Xi's heart.

Behind the indifference on his face, the bitterness in his heart was even worse.

Seeing Feng Konghua take the prescription from the attendant and lead the crowd out, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Leng Xi's mouth.

Now, the palace has completely quieted down, only him and Leng Cang lying motionless on the bed are left.

Approaching slowly, Leng Xi calmly helped him take off his shirt.

There are countless wounds, big and small, on the body of this general of the Qi State. Although the wound medicine used by the royal family is used, the marks can be seen after all. Even if he is poisoned and comatose, his firm texture still shows his strength. This is the foundation of a country.

Taking out his cloth bag, Leng Xi put a scar across his shoulder on Leng Xi's palm, stroked along the meridians on his arm, then pulled out a needle, turned his wrist over, and the needle tip brushed against the flame of the candle next to him. The stick was quickly and crisply pierced to the end of the red thread on Lengcang's wrist.

Leng Cang frowned instantly, and let out a muffled hum.

Hearing his voice, Leng Xi stretched out his finger to touch the needle again, and after turning it slightly, it gradually went a little deeper.

Seeing the pain in Leng Cang's eyebrows, he indifferently pulled out a few more silver needles, calmly, and slowly pierced into several large acupuncture points around his body.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Leng Xi calmly sat up straight, and then put on the silver needle on Leng Cang's wrist for the third time. With a strong effort, the whole silver needle was submerged into the wrist in an instant.

At the same time as this movement, the corners of Lengcang's mouth began to ooze blood gradually, and as time passed, the color also changed from red to black.

The blood gradually filled with a strange smell, which made Leng Xi frown involuntarily. This smell...

The person who poisoned him actually used his own blood as a pretext?

At first, he thought it was just an ordinary Western Region Qiansihong, but he never thought that there was such a layer. It seems that the person who poisoned it was cruel and wanted to put people to death.

He only occasionally saw this method of using poison in ancient books, and the production method has almost been lost.

It needs to add Qiansihong with other medicinal materials and human blood. Because it is a special medicinal material, it can be identified by the smell of blood. Its effect is doubled, and the antidote is hard to find.

At this time, Leng Cang seemed to feel a lot of pain, moans began to overflow from the corners of his mouth, murmured unintelligibly, beads of sweat dripped down the protruding veins on his forehead, his eyes were closed and his brows were frowned, The expression is painful, but the blood gushing from the mouth has returned to bright red again.

Seeing this, Leng Xi glanced at the clepsydra in the corner of the bedroom, counted the time, quickly pulled out all the silver needles, and stretched out his hand to feel Leng Cang's pulse, the expression on his face did not seem to relax at all.

Although Leng Cang was unconscious, he was still repeating something.

After listening carefully several times, Leng Xi could vaguely discern it.