The fuss about this made the little cub in Leng Qinghuan's belly tremble.

The first frightened thought, that was Murong Qi.

He's in a high-risk profession, isn't it terrifying?

Before Leng Qinghuan could ask, a few little eunuchs burst in, and seeing Leng Qinghuan was like seeing a savior.

"Princess, save your life!"

Several people couldn't help but say, stepped forward with Leng Qinghuan's arm, almost carried her out of the Pujia Palace, supported her shoulders, flew all the way under her feet, and then stuffed into a carriage waiting at the gate of the palace.

was so anxious that Leng Qinghuan wanted to jump: "What happened?" Did something happen to Murong Qi? ”

A group of little eunuchs wanted both speed and caution to ensure the safety of the child in Leng Qinghuan's belly, and they pleaded guilty to her while running.

"Lord Qi is fine, it's someone else. Princess, don't blame the villains for being rude, it's really urgent. ”

Leng Qinghuan thought that what could make them so anxious was that their lives were at stake, waiting for their lives. If it's not Murong Qi, he won't be afraid, he is anxious about the patient, slow and calm.

When the carriage left the palace gate, the guard who drove the carriage explained the reason in a few words.

This time, it is not as simple as human life is at stake, it is related to the diplomatic relations between the two countries, and it is more anxious than human life.

The little prince of Mobei was assassinated by assassins at the post station, and his life hung by a thread. Moreover, this assassin is none other than the Golden Eagle Sect Leader who was chased by Murong Qi and Shen Linfeng for a while.

This is called what to be afraid of, the Golden Eagle Sect Master fights to break the net with such a fatal blow, if the little prince of Mobei has three long and two short, the diplomatic relations between the two countries will be destroyed and will be in a stalemate.

Moreover, King Hao, who was in charge of receiving the envoys, and Murong Qi, who was in charge of chasing down the Golden Eagle Sect Master, both of them would be guilty.

The little prince of Mobei was hit by a sword, but the wound was not fatal enough, but the fatal thing was that the sword was poisonous.

The imperial doctors worked together, but they couldn't clean up the poison from his body. He was like a highly toxic breeder, a bowl of detoxification soup was poured down, and his face was softened and his pulse was stable, as if the poison in his body had been cleaned up. But after a while, it will grow again, and it will continue to flow.

Seeing that after taking several bowls of detoxification soup, the stomach swelled and could not hold it, and the person did not get better at all, so that the imperial doctors were helpless.

The emperor came to the post station in person and was angry at the imperial doctor who knelt under his feet to ask for sin, and then, he remembered Leng Qinghuan and ordered someone to take her to the post station quickly.

When Leng Qinghuan arrived, the emperor was furious: "A bunch of waste, what do you all eat when I raise you?" With so many people guarding the post station, they were able to let the people of the Flying Eagle Guard blend in. If anything goes wrong with the prince, don't even think of keeping any of your dogheads. ”

I don't know if it's to scare people, or to show the Mobei envoy, anyway, it's quite scary.

Under his feet, there were a bunch of people kneeling, including guards, imperial doctors, and officials in official uniforms. King Hao is also inside.

Murong Qi was not here, so he should have gone to track down the whereabouts of the sect leader. If it were, it is estimated that Emperor Lao Tzu's satin boots embroidered with gold thread embroidered with flying dragons would be greeted on his face mercilessly.

Leng Qinghuan felt that the companion was like a tiger, this word was true, if he couldn't cure the poison on the little prince of Mobei, would the irascible old man also reprimand himself like this?

She wanted to pretend to be a rabbit, no, she retracted her head into the shell and pretended to be a turtle, but the old man of the emperor saw her as soon as he turned his face, and his eyes lit up.

"Leng Qinghuan!" The old man slipped her out and said seriously: "Hurry up and get rid of the poison on Prince Chenda's body." ”

This was an understatement, and there was no room for negotiation, as simple as telling her to go and get a piece of firewood. You've raised a bunch of imperial doctors who are helpless, where did you get so much confidence in me? You know, it's harder to save people than to kill them.

Leng Qinghuan stiffened: "Qinghuan must do his best." ”

"It's not all you can 1" The emperor blew his beard and glared at her to scare her: "You must know that the stakes are very high, and Prince Chenda must not make any mistakes, otherwise, King Qi will not be able to escape the blame, and I will not be able to escape the blame as the king of a country." ”

Murong Qi's gains and losses are tied to himself again, Leng Qinghuan said, she is a woman, Alexander.

She could only obediently accept the order, and followed into the room of the little prince of Mobei, carrying her medicine box in her hand, no, it was a food box.

Although the medicine box that Murong Qi gave her was good, it was heavy to carry, and it was not as light as this food box. And it's layered and easy to use. Everyone is used to it, and they are not surprised.

But the Mobei people hadn't seen this rarity, and couldn't help but glance at the food box one by one.

I heard the emperor call her by her name, I didn't know what her identity was, and I thought she was a maid who delivered food.

Leng Qinghuan first took a look at the little prince's face, with deep facial features and a mustache, and a small braid, not as handsome as Murong Qi, it should be said that it was much worse, and he was thrown eight streets. Then I observed his complexion, his lips were purple, his face was blue, his eyes were closed, and his teeth were clenched, which was really a sign of poisoning.

The imperial doctor on the side cautiously introduced the little prince's injury to her, and showed the prescription to Leng Qinghuan.

These imperial doctors have an attitude that they can't be provoked, dare not provoke, and can't be provoked by Leng Qinghuan. When the grandmother offered.

Because Leng Qinghuan has been in the palace for a few days, when he is bored, he will go to the duty office of Tai Hospital to brag and chat with them, debate knowledge, steal a few medical pharmacopoeia, and shun a few thousand-year-old ginseng, century-old Ganoderma lucidum, as well as bird's nest for beauty and beauty, and pearls in the East China Sea.

These precious medicinal materials are all accounted for, and everyone knows that she took them, but they can't catch them, and they don't know where she took them out of the imperial pharmacy. When I saw her, I was like a thief, cautious.

Anyway, I can't afford to mess with it.

Leng Qinghuan glanced at Prince Mobei's wound, it was only two fingers wide, it did not hurt the internal organs, it had been bandaged properly, but the color of the blood oozing out was very wrong, it was blue and purple. Clearly, what was in his body was poisonous.

She immediately turned on the poison identification function in the nano ring, drew blood for testing, and through analysis, the prescription prescribed by the imperial doctor was completely symptomatic, that is, the prescription for detoxification.

But why does the poison never get cleaned? The injured person was like an automatic poison machine, and she was at a loss, somehow.

The envoy who followed Mobei kept staring at the movements in her hands, and when he looked at her embarrassed face, he began to ask the emperor's old man Xingshi for his guilt.

"Dare to ask His Majesty the Emperor, this is the miracle doctor you invited? Instead of diagnosing the pulse and prescribing the prescription, why did you still take blood from the hands of His Royal Highness the Prince of my family? Now that he is in danger, why is your country deliberately delaying the time for treatment? What makes sense? ”