The princess had taken the Baicao Pill made by the Poison Saint himself, and with the permission of the Marquis, Zhu Shou told her the news. He only told her one person, and asked her to try to make the princess have signs of poisoning at the critical moment when the princess needed to be poisoned.

.

Luo Yan heard this at that time: "..." This, this, this is not easy!

Yuan Zhao heard this: "..." Why should she suffer this crime? What a sin!

Moreover, you can't take too much blood, because taking too much will cause poisoning. Zhu Shou doesn't know what the poison is like, and he can't detoxify it. But his daughter can detoxify it. The fact that the blood of people who have taken Baicao Dan can cure diseases is also poison.

Saint Jean's daughter told him.

In short, when using it as a medicine, you must pay attention to the dosage. If it is used for detoxification, one drop is enough.

Because the dosage is small, the course of treatment is longer. Take it once every two days until Jiang's health improves. No problem, prick ten fingers one at a time. By the time it is the turn of the first finger, the wound on that finger has already been

get well.

After the medicine was cooked, Yuan Zhao happily brought it to his mother's bed:

"Auntie, drink the medicine."

"The princess seems to be very happy today." Aunt Hualu helped Jiang up and said with a smile, "What good thing happened to you? Tell me about it, so that the lady and the slaves can also have fun."

Look at how happy she is, just like she was when Prince Hou first became a father.

"It's nothing," Yuan Zhao said with a smile, "I bought more medicine this time than before. Once my mother drinks it, her illness will be cured."

Seeing that she was happy, the sick Jiang wanted to make some jokes to reassure the child, but she coughed again in her throat. When the coughing was over, she had no energy to speak anymore and could only show a smile, her face full of smiles.

Glad.

"Auntie, take the medicine first, no need to talk." Yuan Zhao saw his mother's helplessness, suppressed his sadness, and continued to take the medicine happily.

Putting a small spoonful of medicinal soup to her lips, Mrs. Jiang's expression paused. Coral was attentive and asked hurriedly:

"Princess, is the medicine this time not right?"

"Oh, it's changed." Unexpectedly, his mother could smell something wrong with the medicine. Yuan Zhao hurriedly explained, "Luo Yan saw that Aniang didn't show any improvement after drinking it for so long, so he simply changed the medicine and reduced the dosage of other medicinal materials. Aniang

You can drink it with confidence."

With her blood, there was originally no need for other medicinal materials. I continued to use it to cover up others' eyes, so as not to be noticed.

This is a secret and cannot be told.

After hearing what her daughter said, Ms. Jiang nodded happily and drank it.

Don't worry, of course she can. Coral told her that the children have been making the medicine themselves these days, and they have never done anything to others. Mr. Hou is critically ill, and he is probably worried that bad guys will take advantage of it, so she has worked hard.

After taking a few sips, Mrs. Jiang frowned slightly and glanced at her daughter's fingers.

"The princess's hand is injured?" Aunt Coral spoke for Madam, also frowning.

The princess is a wealthy woman, and she rarely practices martial arts recently, so how could she be injured?

"Oh, don't mention it," Yuan Zhao's lie came to him easily, "I want to embroider a wedding dress for myself, but it hurts my hands."

Ahem, her words made Ms. Jiang cough again and she was amused. As a mother, how can you not know what kind of temperament your child has? Just declare early that you want to marry a son-in-law and let the embroiderer in the house make the wedding dress.

She had never even looked at the wedding dress, let alone touched it, so she didn't know what the fuss was about.

Seeing that his mother didn't seem to believe it, Yuan Zhao simply put down the medicine cup, spread out his palms and gave them both a good look. It was just a needle puncture, just lick it and it was fine. Luo Yan then applied some ointment, and now there was not even a red spot.

No.

Mrs. Jiang, Coral took a closer look and found that there was indeed no wound, so she drank the medicine with confidence.

After drinking the medicine, Yuan Zhao chatted with her, picking out some anecdotes from her childhood to amuse her mother. After chatting for a while, Jiang felt tired and lay down to rest under the care of the coral.

Even though I am a patient, I cannot always lie down.

Yuan Zhao stayed in front of the bed for a while before leaving, letting Lianshang and Dongtang move out the wooden wheelchair she had been sitting on when she was a child. However, after all, this was a childhood thing, and it was different from the size of an adult. Even if her mother

It's not comfortable even to sit.

"Look for a carpenter!" Dongtang suggested, scratching his head.

"Good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. If someone knows that this thing belongs to my princess, will they do anything to it?" Yuan Zhao said with a conspiracy theory on his face, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "Maybe the carpenter can be pointed out.

They will also be silenced.”

She didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of her, which was a bit sinful after all. After hearing this, Lianshang, Dongtang and others looked at each other with helpless expressions.

The master and servants were just thinking hard. The concierge came to report that the princess had arrived!

The Crown Princess? Yuan Zhao glanced back at the main entrance, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked doubtful. She had already said her thanks in prison that day, and afterward she went to the door to express her gratitude with a generous gift, which seemed too attentive and not like her own style.

She ordered Dongtang to look around the house to see if there was any servant who knew carpentry and could change the width of the wheelchair. She would be rewarded heavily.

Then, surrounded by her maids, she went to the main hall in the front yard to greet the Crown Princess.

"There is no need for a queen to be in front of a princess. If you are a queen, call me cousin." Jiang Lingyu felt helpless at Yuan Zhao's humility and alienation, and smiled, "I heard that my aunt was seriously ill, so I brought a medical officer here to treat her.

Take a look, is it convenient?"

"Now?" Yuan Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and while cursing inwardly, he calmly kept his tone and said, "My mother has just finished drinking the medicine and is taking a rest. If I don't want to disturb you, I'm afraid I won't be able to see for sure. Otherwise, wait until the evening."

look?"

Don't worry about two things. The same applies to seeing a doctor. I'm afraid that one person will have the same opinion and the patient's family will not know who to listen to.

"That's fine," Jiang Lingyu nodded in agreement, "Then let the medical officer stay in the Hou's Mansion temporarily, and then go back to the Prince's Mansion after my aunt gets better."

"Thank you, Crown Princess," Yuan Zhao pretended to be happy and saluted quickly, "Thank you, cousin."

The words "Cousin" closed the distance, Jiang Lingyu showed a satisfied look, and her guarded mind was slightly reduced. She took her cousin's hand and asked her to sit next to her, claiming that the two sisters had a good talk.

Yuan Zhao couldn't be bothered by socializing or anything like that. She was only worried about her mother's condition.

It would be unwise to refuse the medical officer brought by the Crown Princess. It would not only arouse dissatisfaction among the cousins, but even lead to suspicion. You know, your mother is seriously ill, how could you refuse the medical officer?

Even if you take precautions against the royal family, you can't do it too obviously.

…

As the host, when walking around with his guests, the two of them came to the east courtyard. Seeing the wooden wheelchair, Jiang Lingyu said in surprise:

"Huh? The shape of this chair is quite clever. I wonder which famous craftsman made it?"

"That's a big question for me," Yuan Zhao said bluntly after a moment of idleness, as the two of them were already familiar with each other, "When I was a child, my father found someone to do it in Nanzhou. I was often injured at that time and couldn't stay indoors, so I had to

Make a chair and push me out.

I'll ask my dad when he comes back, he should still remember."

After Jiang Lingyu heard this, a trace of sympathy flashed unconsciously in her eyes.

My cousin didn’t know it yet, but news came from western Shanxi that Marquis Dingyuan’s condition was getting worse and he had difficulty eating. The imperial court had summoned Lei Wenzhong to quickly take over the camp in western Shanxi. Lingchuan County, where he was stationed, was closest to Marquis Dingyuan and was the best place to do so.

Candidate.

As for his Lingchuan camp, the imperial court has sent Song Hao, the grandson of Song Jijiu, to take over.

All this is going on quietly, because the court has made arrangements, the city of Kyoto is calm, and the people are stable. The selection of new generals is still going on. If even Lei Wenzhong cannot resist, at least someone will be replaced immediately.
Chapter completed!