The difference between Yang Qingjue and Pei Shu is that Yang Qingjue has read countless books and almost identifies all strange poisons, but it is easy to miss poisons that he does not know, so he cannot prescribe the right medicine.

And Pei Shu, who often goes in and out of the battlefield, although he has not been exposed to a few medical books when he was young, he has countless poisons and knows many emergency measures.

In addition, when I saw Yang Qingjue later, I pestered him and gave him a large stack of medical books, which made up for Pei Shu's shortcomings of having more experience and less knowledge.

The cassette was handed out, and Yang Qingjue reached out to take it.

Slender fingers swept over Ye Qinzhu's fingers, and both of them felt surprisingly cool.

Yang Qingjue had a silver needle in his hand, found the acupuncture point, and was about to prick a needle, but he heard a scream from Qi Qiaochu in the front hall.

"Who are you? Dare to trespass into King Lu's mansion? Don't let me get out!"

She was answered by an old voice.

"You still let the old man go? If it weren't for the dictation of the third prince, the old man would actually be invited by a layman like you?"

Qi Qiaochu screamed loudly, shouting for the maid and the grandmother to come and drive people away, but she screamed loudly, but it had no effect.

The person who came held a medical box and swaggered into the inner room, just in time to meet Yang Qingjue's gaze when he stopped in astonishment.

"Don't move!" he snapped, strode forward, and pushed Yang Qingjue away.

"Ecstasy is scattered with Mo Shangsang, he is really talented!" Pei Shu sighed while flipping through the medicine box.

"Doctor Pei?" Ye Qinzhu shouted, "Why are you here?"

"If I don't come, the body of the third prince will be wasted. Doctor Pei said in his mouth, and his hands kept moving.

He rummaged through his small medicine box, took out a few dried grasses from it, took out the ingredients for grinding the mortar, mixed it with a small bottle of strange solution, and then poured it into Yang Qingtan's mouth.

"Use spiritual power to send them all over your body. After finishing his concise instructions, Pei Shu had time to turn to Ye Qinzhu and Yang Qingjue and begin to explain.

"When the girl from Tian Xiang Lou brought the powder to me, I knew that something was wrong—the effect of ecstasy and Mo Shangsang was enough to kill people in a short time, but it was much more than that.

Although this toxin can be used on ordinary people, it is still the spirit master who specializes in dealing with it. If someone tries to block the expansion of the toxin, it will quickly spread to the meridians of the poisoned person.

Don't say that you kid doesn't know its antidote, even if the poisoned person can pick up a life in the end, he will become a complete waste. ”

After speaking, Dr. Pei also patted Yang Qingtan's shoulder, whose lips had a trace of blood, with a smile, and comforted him honestly:

"But it's okay, now that I see it, I won't let the Third Highness die so easily. ”

"Doctor Pei......" Ye Qinzhu felt a lot of emotions in her heart, but a strong uneasiness always hovered in her heart.

She opened her mouth to ask, but someone had already asked for her.

"Doctor Pei, if you come in directly, aren't you afraid of being targeted?"

As soon as these words came out, the entire inner room fell silent.

Pei Shu stroked his gray beard, and was just about to speak, when a sudden burst of scolding came from outside the door.

Qi Qiaochu's tone was irritable, and even cried, she rushed to the door in a rage, pointed inside and began to yell.

"Come on, smash the door for me, His Royal Highness went out to the banquet and didn't return, how can he say that he will enter as soon as he enters. ”

Under her voice, a few words of resignation sounded, and the maid who was instructed by the third princess picked up the big stick and planned to break in.

Before they could slam on the door, it opened on its own.

The man with a dusty temperament stood behind the door, and there was no smile between his eyebrows.

"The third imperial concubine came to visit late at night, what is the matter?" Yang Qingjue held the door with both hands, not retreating an inch.

"Your Highness the Seven?" Qi Qiaochu was a spirit, she squatted in the front hall, stunned and didn't see anyone coming in.

When did Yang Qingjue come to King Lu's Mansion? Could she be distracted? In that case, could it be ......

"Dare to ask, can the Third Highness be inside?" Qi Qiaochu timidly stretched out his head, and there was a trace of inexplicable excitement in his voice.

"The third brother is here, but he doesn't want to see the princess. A cold light flashed in Yang Qingjue's eyes, and her voice dropped a degree, "I hope the princess won't be bored." ”

Qi Qiaochu stomped his little foot and pursed his lips twistedly.

"I'm just worried about Your Highness. She muttered quietly.

"This king is fine, the princess doesn't have to worry. In response to her, Yang Qingtan replied coldly to the extreme.

The sound of the answer, mixed with spiritual power, came out of the room and was steadily sent into Qi Qiaochu's ears.

The corners of Qi Qiaochu's mouth twitched, and he almost cried. She glanced at the scene in the room alertly, but was blocked back by Yang Qingjue.

"You know how to guard against me!" she grumbled, and then a fire erupted above her head.

"Someone, report that white-bearded old man to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for me!" As soon as the front foot came out of the inner room, Qi Qiaochu commanded the maid on the back foot.

"Qi Qiaochu is the prince's eyeliner, she sees you, at least she, and will definitely report you to Yang Qinghan. Yang Qingjue closed the door and turned to Pei Shu with a worried face, "Doctor Pei, it is the duty of a doctor to hang a pot to help the world, but you ......"

"Wang Qi, let me ask you. Pei Shule waved his hand and stopped Yang Qingjue, "An elderly military doctor who has retired from the battlefield, and a prince who is deeply loved by the people and guards the frontier for the country, which one will save more people?"

Yang Qingjue's voice paused.

"You actually know, Your Highness the Seven. Pei Shu sighed and put his hand on the medicine box, "The prince is feasting, something will definitely happen." Today you encounter a poison that you don't know, either the Third Highness will die, or I will be in deep danger.

In my life, I have seen battlefields and temples. Knowing the village husband, it is also an honor to make friends with the eldest son, since one of the two will be lost, the old man's life has lived enough, and he can give it at any time. ”

"It's just ......" he patted the medicine box lovingly and took it off his shoulder, "It's a pity that this medicine box, which has been with the old man for half his life, is going to change hands today." ”

He held the medicine box, sent it in the direction of Yang Qingjue, lowered his head and said:

"I have a fate with His Royal Highness, and I can get to know each other through the eldest son, and if something happens to the old man in the future, this medicine box will be given to His Royal Highness the Seventh. ”

"What you will meet is most likely Han Yu. Yang Qingjue's voice was dry, and she called out the name.

"The Third Highness, the Seven-Star and the Third Rank, even in his heyday, may not be able to beat Han Yu - not to mention that there is a Han Tang by his side. Han Yu has been crisscrossing the frontier for more than ten years, and I can't figure out his strength, if the enemy is him, I ...... There will be no blind resistance. ”

"Is that the legendary eight-star spirit master?" Pei Shu waved his hand, as if listening to the wind by the railing, accepted Yang Qingjue's abandonment of him, "It's okay, if the old man is worth this kind of big fight, I can still go to the underworld to boast about it." ”

The first time Ye Qinzhu came into contact with the name "Han Yu", he was taken aback by this identity.

She still remembered the battle between Yang Qingjue and Murong Xiuyi, the sword light and sword shadows danced, so flashing that she couldn't catch the movements of the two at all.

At that time, Ye Qinzhu didn't know who Han Yu was, but he kept repeating this identity in his mind.

Eight-star spirit master, what kind of posture will it be?