The concubine is not easy to mess with: The prince chases his wife at the crematorium

Feng Tianling looked at Shen Qinghuan in front of her and the silver needle in her hand: "I guess your silver needle must be quenched with poison, right? The needle tip is not pure black, but a special green-black color. Although the needle tip is dipped in I took very little, and I can’t smell anything, but I can vaguely identify one or two herbs in it, so... it’s probably Soul Devouring Powder, Bone Splitting Powder or Cone Heart Pill.”

As soon as these words came out, Shen Qinghuan frowned slightly.

She had always known that the fake Lu Qiu was good at medicine, and he deserved to be an imperial hospital magistrate, so it was natural for him to understand poisons.

However, she really didn't expect that he could roughly guess what kind of poison she applied to the needle tip just by relying on the little bit of medicine on the needle tip.

"You are right. Since you can name these poisons, you should also know the consequences if these poisons enter your blood."

Feng Tianling didn't seem to care at all, and her charming voice even contained a hint of a chuckle.

"The Soul Eater Powder will give people a splitting headache. If there is no antidote, people will become stupid after three days, as if they have lost their souls.

Splitting Bone Powder makes the bones all over the body hurt, as if they were broken. If the poison is not detoxified, death will occur within a day.

As for the Cone Heart Pill, it is heartbreaking for a man, as if a sharp cone has been stabbed into his heart. If the poison is not detoxified within three hours, the heart will burst from the blood flow, and it will be difficult for gods to save him. "

Shen Qinghuan frowned slightly when he heard what he said.

If he can call out the name, or even say it so clearly, does that mean that he can detoxify himself, and then the idea of ​​poisoning him to force him to tell the truth will not succeed?
Shen Qinghuan was just thinking, when suddenly, Feng Tianling pinched the silver needle directly, and his movements were as fast as lightning and flint.

not good!

How could she forget that this girl knows martial arts, and his light kung fu is better than Yun Jing and Yuncheng.

I'm afraid this poisonous needle will pierce into my body.

Thinking of this, Shen Qinghuan subconsciously widened his eyes.It was these big eyes that watched the man in front of him very elegantly take out a small brocade-sewn dumpling, and then insert the poisonous silver needle into it.

"Junior sister, don't be naughty. Ask questions properly. Although these poisons can be cured, the pain is real. Junior sister, please don't hurt yourself by mistake."

Shen Qinghuan: "..."

What does this man... mean?
Feng Tianling smiled and said: "Junior sister just asked me three questions in one breath, so I will answer you one by one. First, who am I? I am Feng Tianling. This has already happened when we parted last time. I told my junior sister about you. Secondly, why should I pretend to be the direct disciple of Old Man Tianxuan? I will tell the truth today. I am not pretending to be the direct disciple of Old Man Tianxuan. I am definitely and definitely the direct disciple of Old Man Tianxuan. direct disciple.

Third, as for me, why do you insist on recognizing me as your junior sister?Of course it's because I like you! "

As soon as he said these words, he suddenly approached Shen Qinghuan. The thin veil swayed in the sun as he lowered his head. Shen Qinghuan could vaguely see the looming face inside through the thin veil.

Hazy and blurry, but I still feel that it is an extremely beautiful face, especially the pair of eyes, looking at me through the veil, fascinating, as if just such a light glance can touch a person's soul.

One can't help but wonder what kind of world-famous face lies beneath this veil.

Shen Qinghuan was stunned for a moment and suddenly came to his senses.

What are you doing?The man in front of me is a dangerous person who cares little about human life. Why would he even think about whether his face under the veil looks good?

So what if it looks good, who knows who that face belongs to.He was able to imitate Lu Qiu's face perfectly, with no flaws or marks on his cheeks. The night she took care of him, she even rubbed his face with her hands, but found nothing.

Did you know that day what face he is using now?Whose face is his own?

Shen Qinghuan avoided the looming face and raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Do you believe what you said?"

He just asked three questions, and she found the first and second to be somewhat credible.

Because Feng Tianling is just a name, since he dares to use it, it must withstand the emperor's investigation.Now that the emperor can pass the test, I guess it won't be a big problem.What's more, there is little meaning in falsifying a name. Even if it is fake, it will have no impact on her, so if it doesn't matter whether it is true or false, there is no need for him to lie.

As for the direct disciple of Old Man Tianxuan...his medical skills are good. Now it seems that when he was pretending to be Lu Qiu, he even deliberately hid his knowledge of pharmacology and toxicology.What's more important is that he once said that the Seven Star Veins Lock was invented by the old man Tianxuan.

Everyone in the world knew that Tianxuan was good at the golden needle technique, but no one had ever mentioned the seven-star chain veins, and she did know about it, so it was not impossible.

As for the answer to the last question...she didn't believe it, even if he told her a flower, she wouldn't believe it.