Nanyue was anxious, and after all the busy work just now, the sweat on her hands gradually soaked the edges of the old yellow rice paper. Nanyue realized that the paper in her hand was collapsing, and quickly changed the paper to the dry other hand.

But it was still late. That paper is very absorbent. A little sweat inevitably spreads out in all directions, forming a half-fan-shaped water stain.

Nan Yue's heart poured into the floodgates, and she watched the paper that had been preserved for more than ten years be destroyed in the palm of her hand like this, and powerlessness and frustration surged up all at once.

It wasn't until he saw that the fan-shaped water stain had finally reached the farthest end, and some light purple shadows appeared on the transparent water stain near the center of the paper, that his pale face suddenly returned to blood. The speed at which sorrow turned into joy made Nanyue herself feel like she was laughing.

This paper is roughly the kind that shows words when it encounters water. Such a simple Jianghu technique, she didn't expect it at all because of her nervousness just now.

According to the bold guess in her heart, Nanyue scooped a scoop of snow water with broken tiles, and poured her fingertips on the unwet part with her fingertips.

Her eyes gradually lit up with a warm light, and on the paper completely wet with water, more and more lilac handwriting flowed in the transparent water stains, densely covering her eyes. Rows and rows of familiar words awakened the most primitive memories in Nanyue's heart.

She almost wanted to cry.

Four-year-old Nanyue, with a thin body carrying a huge basket and a shovel shiny with iron, followed the eccentric master up the mountain to collect medicine for the first time.

She walked crookedly behind, reluctantly tossing herbs into the basket on her back with her little muddy hands.

"Yue'er, for the teacher to teach you to know the braided medicine, it is for you to save people, not for you to harm people, remember?"

"Remember," Xiao Nanyue raised her cheeks, which were red from the high sun, and replied in a long voice in a still immature and soft voice, "But I still want to learn swordsmanship." ”

"Master, you teach Yue'er swordsmanship, I don't like these herbs. She pouted, her round eyes narrowed into a slit, her long eyelashes glistening in sweat.

The master, who was walking in front, straightened his face when he heard this.

Nanyue had no choice but to lower her head and continue to throw those half-moon lotuses and succulent ginseng seedlings into the back basket, because the request was not met, she was also very angry and mixed two camelina plants into it.

Later, when it was time to eat, Master kindly put all the two steaming vegetables into her bowl.

Thinking of the lovely old man of the master, Nanyue had a bitter and gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, all of which the master knew to her.

The handwriting on the slowly drying paper in front of her hadn't completely faded, and she had written it all down.

It says,

Alfalfa Nine Money,

Nightshade five coins,

Two fairy grass plants,

Angelica Angelica three coins,

Ten bundles,

……

There is a line of small print on the back cover, 47th square.

Her eyes swept over in rows, and Nanyue was almost unsuspiciously sure of what these things were.

Empress Xuan once said that there was no antidote to Yan Min's illness, because that Gu was the latest cultivation by Xia Ji. Before she could develop an antidote, she had already committed suicide.

However, the piece of paper in front of him now is enough to prove that Xia Ji has the idea of developing an antidote. In any case, holding the antidote in her hand is at least holding the handle of those who are hostile to her. How could such a thoughtful woman not think of leaving a way for herself to live.

And judging by the handwriting paper in front of me. It is likely that Natsuki set out to develop an antidote in the last part of her life, and she even jotted down some prescriptions that might be correct, right in this palace.

The reason why there was a strong smell of alfalfa flowers on that prescription was because the handwriting was all written in flower juice.

That Natsuhime probably had similar habits to her. Most doctors have no mood or leisure to look for paper and ink after studying and trying a herb, and most of them hastily write down the ingredients and proportions to be used in a molded recipe by dipping it in flower juice.

And judging from the ingredients recorded on the paper just now, there are even many similarities in the methods of sampling materials between the two of them. This shows that the path that I have been exploring alone for a long time is likely to be close to the right answer.

Wait, the inscription on that piece of paper just now seems to be written......

Forty-seventh party,

Since there is the forty-seventh party, there should also be the first party and the second party.

Or, if she is lucky, she may even find the forty-eighth and forty-ninth prescriptions, in that case, it may be a complete prescription. Because all the ways of collocation are limited by the variety of herbs and the type of Gu poison, there are only seven or forty-nine kinds at most.

Nanyue's afterglow was pleasantly surprised and fell on the row of clothes in the cabinet.

She touched the back of another garment, almost with a sense of desolation of a strong man's righteousness. When the fingers touched the hard bulge on the waist, an innocent childlike joy emerged from the bottom of the heart, through a smug smile, all the way to the corners of the mouth.

Nan Yue looked at the clothes, almost forgetting who she was and why she was excited about these irrelevant things. She almost had only one thought in her heart, which was to continue the path that had been proven to be correct, and continue to develop the antidote to that poisonous Gu.

By the time Nanyue had taken all the clothes in the cabinet apart, the moon had already secretly put in a large piece of silver light through the leaky window.

Once again, she fell asleep from exhaustion.

But this time, it only took half a day to wake up.

It is impossible for her internal strength to recover, but her internal injuries have slowly improved after conditioning.

When Nanyue was napping in the moonlight of the cool autumn water, Shengxuan Palace was also brightly lit.

Shui Wuqing also rebelled, almost without warning.

This person has been depressed since Shui Yingcheng's death, and he no longer expects to do anything, let alone argue with Du Yuanpeng like before, showing any slippery and lovely style exclusive to Shui Wuqing in the court. He has been silent, which makes everyone in the court feel that this person is dead and alive is the same.

Soon after Shui Yingcheng's burial, Nan Aotian went to Shuifu and found that this chubby colleague had aged a lot overnight, and the flesh on his face that had not been collected hung down like a loose cloth sac, and his swollen eyes were cloudy.

Since then, Shui Wuqing has rarely appeared in the public eye.

He assumed the position of general of the capital and made himself a nobody.

It wasn't until the army besieging the imperial city raised a banner with the word "water" that the officials suddenly remembered that there was another person named Shui Wuqing, and realized that he held a quarter of the military power of the Northern Underworld Army in his hands.