A foolish king has a disease, a male concubine has medicine

"Grandpa, come have some porridge." Han Bicheng heard that his grandson was so sensible to let him drink porridge now, so he didn't want to care about anything. Following the little boy's next sentence, the soft porridge in his mouth spewed out in one gulp. The beloved grandson just turned around and vomited on the ground. "No one will compete with you. I also want to marry someone like my little brother, grandpa."

Han Zimu, who was eating pancakes, had no idea that these words caused waves of thousands of feet in Han Bicheng's heart. There was only one seedling in his family, and if he knew it, he shouldn't have rescued it. What would happen if his seedlings grew crookedly?

"Young master, don't make fun of me. When you grow up, you will meet a kind-hearted girl to walk side by side with you." Zhong Linghuai's ability to observe words and emotions is not bad, so he naturally knows what Han Bicheng is thinking.

"Does the girl look as good as you?" Han Zimu rolled a small cake and handed it to Zhong Linghuai, his face full of curiosity.

"Why are you so obsessed with being good-looking or not? Although the skin is heavy, if the bones are vicious, it's like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Some things can't just be seen on the surface." Zhong Linghuai asked what was in his heart, took the cake from the boy's hand, and handed it to him. I took a few bites in the mouth, and the taste was alright. I just checked Lin Chi's neck pulse and the pulse was stronger than yesterday, and there were some blood spots on the ground. The pancakes in the mouth were more fragrant.

"Grandpa said, since I was born, I have only seen my father and my grandpa. Neither my mother nor my grandma have seen each other. Both my grandpa and my father said they are beauties, but I didn't go out many times since I was a child. I think The little brother is the prettiest." The little boy is eleven years old this year, his birthday is a bit younger, and he is not yet ninety, but he still looks at Zhong Linghuai with a smile in his sad eyes.

Zhong Linghuai was still chewing on the pancakes, but Han Bicheng never thought that his grandson liked Zhong Linghuai because of what he said to that son, and Han Zimu actually took every word he said to the bottom of his heart, but he had been hiding for many years, and he was rarely self-willed. I am afraid that my grandfather will be in danger because of himself.

"Xiaomu, thank you for your liking. Your mother and your grandma may not be beauties in the eyes of the world, but in the eyes of your grandfather, they are naturally extremely beautiful, because they are people who will be with each other for a lifetime." Zhong Linghuai smiled like a spring mountain awakening, and For Su Wanwu, Zhong Weiqing chose the word Wushuang for him, and he never made a mistake.

"Well, I see, little brother." Han Zimu held his head and nodded, smiling at his grandfather.

"I wiped my face clean, and I am indeed handsome. I think the old man was also a flirtatious boy back then, and the years make people grow old, and now he has white hair. Tell me, your identities are not simple." Han Bicheng touched the clothes of the two of them. The fabric, the embroidery on the satin surface, is something that only the upper class nobles in Yunzhong City can afford.

"My husband is Lin Chishuang, the fifth son of Emperor Huai of the Sui Dynasty, and I am Zhong Linghuai, the eldest son of the criminal minister Zhong Weiqing." Zhong Linghuai did not conceal their identities.

Between friends, you have to have mutual support to be called friends.Xiaomu was ignorant, so he told himself Han Bicheng's name. The world knows the Poison King Han Yishou, but they don't know that the Poison King's real name is Han Bicheng, and he came from the same school as the Immortal Medicine Sui and Tang Dynasties.

Zhong Linghuai once pulled Sui and Tang aside in private, and quietly asked himself if there was any hidden poison on his body. After all, it is not normal for an assassination to not put some poison on the arrow. Good, with the old man's many years of experience in healing, and there is no dark poison on the arrow, if the princess is lucky enough to meet my junior brother Han Bicheng in the future, I can let him see that he is very skilled in poison, but he has been hiding from the world for many years, so I am afraid it will be hard to find."

"You are honest, Zimu came into my room." Han Bicheng gave the little boy a look, and the little boy responded, holding the few pancakes on the stone table, and entered Han Bicheng's room, "This child. A few years ago, I didn't understand how a random person like my senior brother would still be willing to be a pawn in the palace, saying that a big event was about to happen. Looking at it now, it's not a big deal, it's a joke."

The words revealed admiration for his senior brother, but disrespect for Lin Chishuang. Now Lin Chishuang is unable to protect himself, and he can't save his life, so what's the big deal. "What are you not defending your husband for?"

His eyes shifted from the closed door to Han Bicheng's body, and he stared at Han Bicheng's eyes with offense, and said firmly, "This is his business, if he wants to do it, I will accompany him to do it, the royal family's descendants, if you don't fight, you will definitely die It’s just the way to survive, Mr.’s senior brother is very capable, and he helps the world with a heart of benevolence. If you talk about it like this, you must be good, and you don’t want your master to lose face.”

Han Bicheng turned around and brought out a pot of boiling water from the kitchen with a smile. Zhong Linghuai cleaned up the mess on the table and helped out the teacup. This is a clever way of saying that he will flatter you when he comes up. If he doesn't do anything, It hurt his teacher's reputation. "You are eloquent and glib, when did you guess that I knew the Immortal Doctor?"

"Mr. Han seems to be very interested in the small bottle on Chi Shuang's body. The bottle was given to him by the old man who healed my wound. The gold sore medicine given by the old man is good. Cheng Daming, as for the old man is a medical fairy, then I don’t know.” Zhong Linghuai, a blind cat bumped into a dead mouse, guessed right, even if he didn’t guess right, he would not regret telling his true identity, Lin Chishuang pretended to be stupid like this For many years, I was surrounded by wolves, tigers and leopards, and I never noticed that a gentleman and a boy hiding in the mountains said casually, who could say it.What's more, Xiao Tong said that the two often change places, not like hiding from the world, but like avoiding vendetta. He has also heard some rumors about Han Bicheng when he was young. to the point of hitting.

There were bowls and cups on the table. No one visited the hut for many years. There were two cups in total. Zhong Linghuai took a bowl for himself, which was considered impolite. Han Bicheng picked up the kettle, poured a bowl of water into his eyes, and poured it on the ground .

Burning the bowl to drive away the traces, the white glaze bottle lit with dead branches, the red bottle stopper became the plum blossom, gently took it away, poured the contents down, the color is black and red, the smell is very fishy, ​​and the nature is thick, It's blood. As for whose blood it is, there is no need to say more, "Nine dispersions are highly poisonous, and they should be killed if touched. Lin Chishuang has my senior brother's support, and there is a lot of medicine in his body, so he won't be fatal immediately. But the residual poison is unclear." , it is certain that the time is not long, and you will die, so—”

"Therefore, a poison test is needed. Chi Shuang's internal injuries are too serious, so he must not be tested for poison. This Jiushen is so poisonous, Mr. Han will not let me drink this blood alive." Zhong Linghuai moved the bowl over and brought it close to the tip of his nose. As soon as he smelled it, apart from the smell of blood, there was a faint smell of medicine coming from the bowl. He raised his eyes and said, "His blood is resistant to medicine."

He held the bowl and drank up the contents, not a single drop was left.