Emperor's Medicine

Chapter 740
The third floor of the martial arts hall is an office specially designed by Ling Ke. A few months ago, she and Mo Yuan sat and chatted together in this room.

Ling Ke still remembered that Ouyang Yi was there that day.

Thinking about it now, the feeling that day was actually very beautiful and warm. The three of them had love, friendship, and a feeling of family affection.

Ling Ke found that she missed Mo Yuan and Ouyang Yi a little.

Since Ouyang Yi took over Xisai Kingdom, or in other words, since he woke up from amnesia after the battle at the seaside, Ouyang Yi's personality has changed a lot.

Ling Ke likes the mature Ouyang Yi, who is stable and generous, and it is easy to govern a country.

However, if it is possible, Ling Ke hopes that Ouyang Yi can be as lively as before, free and unrestrained, free and unrestrained, and able to wander the world at any time.

Entering the room on the third floor, behind the curtain, there was a person lying on the slump, his face was red, and he was sweating all over his body.

"Master, did Ning'er's little ancestor eat the blood mist grass?" Xian Ming asked beside Ling Ke.

"En!" Ling Ke nodded and said, "I ate at the Treasure Hall last night."

"She came over in the morning and said that her legs and arms were hurting. I saw something wrong, so I went to the doctor and found that she was poisoned. I wanted to detoxify her immediately. In the end, the little ancestor said that he had eaten poisonous weeds. Just after saying this, Then he fainted, and when the apprentice checked his pulse, he found that it was the blood mist grass, which had already been soaked in blood." Xian Ming said anxiously.

"Since I discovered it this morning, you don't seem to be in a hurry, have you found a way to control the poisonous hair of the blood mist grass?" Ling Ke turned to look at Xianming and asked.

"Master, I... I can only control the poisonous hair of the blood mist grass, but I can't completely cure it, and the medicine primer of Ning'er's little ancestor happens to be the blood mist grass, so... I waited boldly, I want to see if Ning'er can be controlled well without the guidance of the master." Xianming spoke in a lower voice, and at the end, he pouted his lips and said, "Who knows, Ning'er's little ancestor is getting more and more unconscious. It's getting deeper, and it's growing taller, and it looks like it's in pain, but I can't wake up."

"You're promising, your wings are stiff, you're going to come by yourself?!" Ling Ke couldn't help teasing Xian Ming, and said.

"Master, I just want to help you..." Xianming lowered his head and blinked his eyes when he spoke.

"Blink your eyes, I know you're lying." Ling Ke had already taken out the silver needle as she spoke. She warmed the silver needle with the candle that Uncle Qin lit and waited beside her, and then turned around. Sitting on the side of the bed, she raised her hand, and the silver needle lightly pierced Ning'er's body and top of her head.

"Master, I didn't lie." The middle-aged uncle is wise, but like a child who has done something wrong, he stands by the bed, at a loss.

"You obviously want to study the toxicity of the blood mist grass, and also to study the composition of the herbs in Ning'er's old body, and to observe the changes in Ning'er's body." The palm came out slowly, walking on the silver needle.

"Pfft!"

Xianming knelt down, Qin Bo frowned slightly on one side, turned his head, and gave Xianming a cold look.

"Master, I was wrong." Xian Ming said.

"You scared me." Ling Ke sighed helplessly, turned to look at Xianming, and said, "What's wrong?"

"What the master said is correct, but Xianming lied." Xianming said.

(End of this chapter)