"I apologize to you for my misproportionate behavior that hurt you, but I also ask you to pay attention to the proportions between men and women." As long as the wind moves to the house, she will not be angry.

"Qing'er, I will never be so reckless and rude to you again." Feng Qiansu's tone was extremely sincere and earnest.

Rong Qingshu didn't want to have too much communication with him, otherwise, he couldn't tell what Feng Qiansu would do.

After treating the wound on Feng Qiansu's arm with his hands and feet, he took his pulse.

Qi and blood condensed, and the evil cold entered the body, but fortunately, the cold qi had been temporarily suppressed with internal force, otherwise, he would not have been able to hold her up at all.

"Why are you poisoned?" This toxicity is cold, and dietary poisoning needs to be controlled and slowly planned, otherwise it is very easy to be detected.

And the poison in Feng Qiansu's body can kill people before it spreads to the internal organs, and it is obvious that the poison master used special means to plant poison on him.

"My hand is injured, and it is inconvenient to have a wide clothes, and I have to trouble Qing'er to wear wide clothes for me." Feng Qiansu sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Rong Qingshu apologetically, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

"If you want to sleep peacefully, then I won't bother." Rong Qingshu found that after he came back from this trip, he couldn't communicate with Feng Qiansu at all, and he didn't answer what he asked, and even asked her to untie his clothes, what kind of person did he treat her.

Feng Qiansu didn't laugh angrily, and there was a hint of playful banter in his eyes, "Qing'er asked me why I was poisoned, I don't know anything about poison, and I don't know how to describe it to Qing'er." If Qing'er wants to know the reason, she only needs to dress me widely, and she will naturally understand. ”

Feng Qiansu saw that Rong Qingshu didn't move, and said with a playful smile: "There are no men and women in the eyes of doctors, and patients should be treated equally, why does Qing'er mind the difference between men and women so much?" ”

Speaking of which, it's not hers, she really admires this wind and migratory accommodation, which is thicker than Yu Yanyi's face.

If it weren't for the empathy spell of life and death, she would have long since ignored the life and death of Feng Qiansu.

Since Feng Qiansu dares to pluck her hair, don't blame her for being excessive.

Rong Qingshu walked towards Feng Qiansu viciously, but unexpectedly, his knees were hit by something, and his legs were numb and soft under the pain, so he threw himself straight towards Feng Qiansu, and the two of them were planted on the bed together.

"Qing'er, slow down." Feng Qiansu's tone was filled with endless pampering, and a pair of cool infiltrating hands gradually climbed up Rong Qingshu's waist. Although there is no force, it makes people struggle.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was so busy that he deliberately asked Xuan Lin to send something to Miss Rong, but I never thought that Miss Rong would trample on His Royal Highness the Prince's sincerity like this." At this moment, the man's slightly hoarse and disdainful voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Rong Qingshu's whole body stiffened, and his head buzzed.

She is almost attached to the wind at the moment, and she is impermeable, which is really reverie.

It was not easy for her to let go of her suspicions with Yu Yan Yibing, if she went through this incident and regenerated a layer of frost with him, not only would she not be able to forgive herself, but she would not forgive Feng Qiansu.

"Wind Move, let me go!" Rong Qing's heart was in turmoil, and he wanted to break free from the confinement of Feng Qiansu in no order, but found that he couldn't use his strength at all.

"Qing'er, go, I'm not in a hurry, I'll always be waiting for you here." Feng Qiansu let go of Rong Qingshu very happily and moved to the innermost side of the bed.

Rong Qingshu didn't have the psychology to laugh at all, so he hurriedly jumped out of bed and ran to Xuan Lin to explain, "Things are not what you see. ”

"Miss Rong doesn't have to explain to Xuan Lian, Xuan Lin will tell His Royal Highness the Crown Prince truthfully about this matter. If there is a hidden secret, Miss Rong can use her three-inch tongue to justify herself to His Royal Highness the Prince. Xuan Lin looked at Rong Qingshu's eyes with contempt. After throwing a few volumes of ancient books in his hand to Rong Qingshu, he flew out of the half-hidden window.

"The Prince's Mansion is heavily guarded, and after this incident, Qing'er is afraid that she will not be able to enter and leave the Prince's Mansion freely, and it is useless to catch up at this moment. Besides, you and I are grasshoppers on a rope, after Qing'er leaves, if something happens to me, you can't protect yourself. Seeing that Rong Qingshu seemed to be chasing out, Feng Qiansu slowly sat up and reminded lightly.

Rong Qingshu cherished the ancient books and the Attack on the Cold Sword together, and swept his cold eyes towards the slightly smug Feng Qiansu, "No matter what your intentions are, after I detoxify you, I hope we will not see each other again in the future." ”

"If he believes you, how can he misunderstand you; If he doesn't believe you, why should you be wrong for your sincerity? Feng Qiansu didn't care about Rong Qingshu's words.

Rong Qingshu didn't want to pay attention to Feng Qiansu at all, and rudely ripped off his clothes, revealing the terrifying blackness of his chest, and there was a faint cold aura in it, and the outline of a palm could be vaguely seen.

Seeing this, Rong Qingshu also had a little understanding of the cause of Feng Qiansu's poisoning.

Obviously, he used a poison master to hide the poison in his palm, and when he fought with Feng Qiansu, he took advantage of his unpreparedness to plant the poison in his palm.

Although the toxicity has not invaded the internal organs, it is also in danger of moving to the wind, and it is difficult to see the effect of using medicine to resolve the poison in the body. Only by using the technique of golden needle puncture to force the toxin out can he be temporarily out of danger.

"Wind Migration, where is my golden needle?" She really didn't want to communicate with Feng Qiansu more, but she had already searched all over the room, and there was no trace of the golden needle.

Feng Qiansu seemed to know that Rong Qingshu was angry, and he was not teasing him, and he took out her bamboo golden needle from under the pillow very cooperatively.

Rong Qingshu took out the golden needle, poured the needle with internal force in the acupoint of the poison plant, and after about an hour, he used internal force to force the golden needle out.

Immediately, thick black and viscous dirty blood flowed out of the needle, and Rong Qingshu took a clean porcelain cup and filled it with dirty blood.

"Most of the poison has been forced out, and the residual poison in the body can be dissolved with medicine. When I am sure of what poison you have, I will prescribe it for you. Rong Qingshu, out of his duty as a healer, wiped the blood on his chest with a wet towel and dressed him.

"Although the poison has been forced out, the cold remaining in the body should not be underestimated, and I am afraid that it will inevitably suffer all night. Or I'll set up a few fires for you, or go to the soup pool to soak. Rong Qingshu took out another quilt from the wooden cabinet and gave it to Feng Qian.

"Qing'er, the quilt is enough, there is no need for a stove or a soup pool, I can still bear this bit of torture." Feng Qiansu struggled to wrap the two quilts around his body.

Feng Qiansu doesn't need to set up a fire, she can't ask for it, and it's not her who is uncomfortable anyway.

At this time, she can just develop a prescription for him, and then get rid of the abnormal wind as soon as possible.

After Rong Qingshu sniffed the dirty blood in the porcelain cup, he picked the dirty blood on the silk handkerchief and observed it carefully, and only after contemplating it did he put a pen on the rice paper.

After writing about four or five pieces of rice paper, he decided on the prescription and blew dry the ink on the prescription with relief.

"I'll go and decoct you for the medicine." Rong Qingshu has only one thought at the moment, that is, to heal Feng Qiansu as soon as possible.

"Qing'er detoxified me, I must be sleepy and tired at this moment, let's rest first."

"It's important to detoxify you." Although Rong Qingshu was tired, she really didn't want to delay half a time.

Rong Qingshu took the prescription and grasped the medicine in the medicine cabinet in the room, and then followed the faint fragrance of the medicine to find the thatched house behind the house to decoct the medicine.

Slowly boiling the medicine out with a simmer, Rong Qingshu first tested the medicine with the mice raised by Master Huiming, and after determining the efficacy of the prescription, he served the medicine to Feng Qiansu.

When he entered, he found that Feng Qiansu's face was pale, his lips were purple, and his sturdy body was trembling incessantly, as if he was sitting cross-legged with severe pain, as if he was pranayama.

Seeing this, Rong Qingshu also knew that he was suffering from a cold poison attack, so he hurriedly put down the medicine bowl and urged his internal force to help him.

As soon as Rong Qingshu's jade palm touched Feng Qiansu's chicken's back, the cold air penetrated into her body, making her tremble all over.