Poison Walks the World: Jinse Medical Concubine

Pingting's behavior and demeanor can be seen from a long-term rigorous training. She is generous and decent, and no one can find any faults. Except for the "well-behaved, smiling face" cultivated in the big dyeing vat-like palace, these external things , Thinking about it, her mind will never be as simple and soft as it seems on the surface.

Hua Rong was discussing the Beijing drug case with Tang Yizhi, but suddenly changed the subject, "Is Pingting a primary school doctor?"

Pingting shook her head, and replied, "I only got in touch with you five years ago, and if you can't get on the stage, the prince will laugh at you."

"It's Pingting who is being modest. She has been taking care of the Queen's body. How can she be an ordinary person? Otherwise, why would the Queen ask you to help me this time?"

There was a smile on Hua Rong's lips, and he laughed at Yan Yan, and Pingting's face turned red with just a few short words.

Tang Yizhi on the side sat upright from the beginning to the end. Except for the case, he basically didn't say a few words along the way, and he didn't respond at all to the interaction between Huarong and Pingting.

Originally, Tang Jinse also wanted to learn to be a transparent person with her eldest brother, but she never expected that she greatly underestimated Hua Rong's shamelessness, and she felt goosebumps when she heard his words. How many ignorant women and children must be confused by his masked gentleness?

As for Pingting, she almost didn't laugh out loud, seeing that little blushing like a peach in March, she thought Hua Rong had done something to her.

Don't look at evil, don't look at evil... She simply closed her eyes and imagined the two people opposite her as flower pickers visiting a brothel to relieve her boredom.

For some reason, Hua Rong suddenly focused all his attention on Tang Jinse, and said, "Naturally, my king's medical skills are the best." The soft and gentle voice contained a taste of coddling, "Surse, why didn't you talk all the way? Angry at me?"

"..." Tang Jinse suddenly opened his eyes and glared at Huarong, only to find a fox-like smile in his phoenix eyes.

Looking at Pingting again, sure enough, the eyes of resentment have been cast, and behind the resentment is hatred.

Spit blood!

He said this as if Hua Rong praised Pingting, and she was not happy.

Look how ill-intentioned he is, a "prince" and an "I", obviously don't treat her as an outsider!What's even more exasperating is that after blushing all the compliments, she suddenly said that she is the most amazing, so it's obvious that she is hated?

A woman's jealousy is terrifying, how can he not know?

Tang Jinse took a deep breath, and raised an embarrassing smile, "I just know the poison of snakes, insects, rats and ants. If the prince needs it, I can show you."

"Thurse, why are you so unfamiliar with me? Just call me." Huarong smiled slightly, and his handsome face immediately seemed like spring flowers blooming, making people want to move.

Facts have proved that men's revenge cannot be underestimated.

The moment the words fell, Tang Jinse only felt that her body was about to be shot into two holes by a certain gaze. The corners of her eyes twitched, and she suddenly turned to Tang Yizhidao, her voice was extremely calm, "Brother, let me borrow your sword."

"doing what?"

"People from harm!"

"..."

This short journey is not peaceful, at least for Tang Jinse, it is absolutely not peaceful, the left is a smiling look, the right is a resentful look, which made her suffer a lot in the middle, and made her greet the two of them countless times in her heart Uncle Seven.

There were three victims in the poisoning case in Kyoto, two of them were cremated according to the customs of their hometown, and the rest were put in the ice cellar due to family disputes and had not been buried for a long time. The ancestral home of the deceased was in Xihe Village.

After the four people went to the village and county government to get the specific address, they went straight to the ancestral house of the deceased.