Zhan Beihan's dark eyes lit up and he immediately asked, "How to solve it?"
"I'll prescribe first. If you ask someone to decoct the medicine, it can temporarily relieve the spread of toxins."
Xiao Lingyue said: "The detoxification process will be slower, it will take about three to five days, and there are a lot of medicinal materials needed... Yi Wangfu should have spare medicinal materials in stock, right?"
"Yes." Zhan Beihan said decisively, "What medicinal materials do you need? I will send them to you directly."
It means, it's enough.
Xiao Lingyue smiled and said, "This is the best and saves trouble."
Zhan Beihan asked someone to send paper and pen.
There was a ready-made desk in the bedroom. Xiao Lingyue dipped her pen in ink, and she quickly wrote down a long list of herbal medicines without even thinking about it.
Zhan Beihan didn't understand medical principles, and he couldn't recognize her when she saw her writing the prescription.
However, the imperial physicians stayed outside. Although they could not cure the poison, they could always understand the prescription.
Zhan Beihan is not worried about this.
When Zhan Beihan learned that Ye Yi's poison could be relieved, he didn't say anything, but he felt relieved. The suppressed hostility and anxiety also relieved a lot. He still stood by holding his arms and looked at Xiao
Ling Yue wrote the prescription.
Her writing posture looks very good.
At first glance, I have practiced it since I was a child, with my waist and back straight and my wrist slightly raised.
The fingers holding the purple-haired pen are white, and the tip of the pen slides incredibly stable from wrist to shoulder.
Zhan Beihan watched beautiful fonts fall down from her pen tip, and his eyes gradually shifted from her fingers to her arms to her face, and his eyes suddenly became deep.
He said inadvertently: "Have you practiced calligraphy?"
Xiao Lingyue was concentrating on writing the prescription, and responded casually when she heard this: "Yes."
"How many years have you practiced?"
"I don't remember, I started practicing at the age of five, and there were about ten..."
Xiao Lingyue was halfway through her mouth, and suddenly her brushstrokes stiffly, and a drop of ink fell on the paper, leaving a ball of ink stains.
Zhan Beihan seemed to have not noticed it and continued, "Is it ten years? It seems that someone has carefully taught you that his writing style is very beautiful."
He seemed to be just a praising, but Xiao Lingyue's eyelids jumped slightly.
She has practiced calligraphy for ten years, but it was not in this life, but in the last time when the War of Wei Shaorong was in the past.
She escaped from the Wei family at the age of five, and was picked up by Murong Ye in the same year and kept by him.
Murong Ye was only seven years old at that time and was still studying. He didn't know where he got the interest. After learning that she could not write, he was excited to say that he wanted to teach her.
This teaching lasted for several years.
Xiao Lingyue started by learning to hold a pen, and her sitting posture and demeanor were taught by Murong Ye personally.
Even the fonts she practiced at the beginning were exactly the same as Murong Ye. Until later, when Murong Ye became the prince of Nanyan, Xiao Lingyue changed to another font in order to avoid suspicion.
Zhan Beihan suddenly said this...
What does it mean?
Xiao Lingyue lowered her eyes and continued to write the remaining prescriptions, and said in a plain tone: "I just practice casually. No one has taught me. Thank you for your praise."
Zhan Beihan said: "I don't think so."
Xiao Lingyue didn't say anything.
The man said inexplicably: "From the way you write, I remembered that I was practicing calligraphy in the imperial study room when I was young."
Royal is the place where etiquette is the most important.
As the saying goes, the word is like the person.
As a descendant of the royal family, he is almost forced to practice beautiful characters.