Wen Zhao is playing with drugs in the Tai Hospital, he has liked medical skills since he was a child, in addition to studying the rhythm of music, he goes to the Tai Hospital to deal with various medicinal materials, usually developed into various powders or pills, and his various strange medicinal powders will often be used to tease people, so his name as a ghost prince is not in vain, and the servants in the palace see him detouring one after another, and they dare not provoke lightly.

Suddenly, there were sounds of footsteps and sighs in the distance.

"Oh, it looks like the fetus can't be saved!"

"Yes, weird symptoms, never before?"

"Where did this come from?"

"Yes! It seems that he is also a blessed lord! ”

"Yes! That's it! ”……

Fetus? Wen Zhao couldn't help but prick up his ears, the princes and their wives have gone to various fiefdoms, the royal brother is old, and he is recuperating recently, and the whole palace is pregnant with a fetus...... Could it be......

He hurriedly stepped forward, which frightened several imperial doctors.

"Lord Wang!"

"The prince forgives his sins!"

Ask carefully, sure enough, Mu Yunhuan's fetus has signs of slippery fetus, and the medicine and food have been carefully checked, and there is nothing inappropriate, how could there suddenly be an ominous sign of redness?

Since King Wuzhao asked him to be in charge of her fetus, he thought about it for a while, and then decided to personally come to the North Palace where Mu Yunhuan lived to take the pulse and ask for a consultation.

Separated from the gauze tent, he put his hand on her faint pulse, and listened carefully, suddenly he frowned, the pulse was floating and sinking, as if there was a poisonous substance secretly circulating and depositing, and the speed was spreading faster and faster, it seemed that the poisonous gas was menacing......

He continued to listen intently, huh? He gasped at a loss, let go of his hand, pondered for a while, and shook his head in disbelief, no! No way! He said to himself.

Then he hesitated and cautiously took her fluctuating pulse again, this time reconfirming his previous diagnosis, she, this woman was actually more than four months pregnant, minus the day when Beijian left...... His heart froze again, his heartbeat was a little messy, and an astonishing secret came flooding back to him......

He pulled the pothos next to him and walked outside the house, looking around to see if there was no one

"Lord Wang, what's wrong with my young lady?" Pothos had already asked eagerly.

"It's poisoned!"

"Poisoned again! Why are the people in the palace so vicious? Can it be saved? ”

"Don't worry! Don't worry! ”

"What poison?"

"This ...... This...... I don't know for a while. ”

"How's that okay?" The pothos was already in a hurry.

Wen Zhao looked around again to see that there was no one, and hurriedly grabbed the flustered green pothos and asked in a low voice: "This king has something to ask!" You have to answer truthfully! ”

Green Pothos looked at Wen Zhao with a strange expression at a loss and nodded.

"Can your young lady have a round house on her wedding day?" He threw out the biggest doubt in his heart, if there was a round house that day, how could there be a thing of Mu Yunhuan's jealousy and poisoning on the wedding night.

Pothos blushed and shook her head.

This confirmed his guess, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly chased after him and asked: "When did your young lady and the prince of the Northern Sword have a round room?" ”

"This ......" pothos was a little embarrassed.

"Speak quickly!"

"In about a month's time, I will be ...... in the cemetery," her voice couldn't be quieter, and her body trembled......

The guess he didn't expect and feared the most was finally confirmed by himself.

"I ...... with your lady that night"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a plop, and the pothos had already knelt on the ground: "The slave didn't say anything!" The slave and maid will be guarded when they die, even my young lady herself doesn't know, this slave and maid always know the severity, please don't kill the slave and maid! ”

"Good!" He breathed a sigh of relief, straightened out his thoughts, and there was some helplessness and complexity in his eyes, this time the basket seemed to be a little big!

He trembled a little imperceptibly, but when he thought of that scene in his childhood, he no longer blamed himself, and coldly revealed a dangerous light, a familiar pleasure of revenge......