All right! Childe smiled lightly.

Xuanfei approached Gongzi Qingqian and grabbed his wrist. Gongzi Qingqian was grabbed by two people and couldn't break free, so he stopped talking.

Xuanfei gently removed his gloves. Childe's shallow palm was slightly red. Xuanfei bit his lip and took out a brown ointment from his arms and applied it to Childe's shallow hands.

"Tap!" Childe Qingqian frowned.

"Is the pain yet to come? Die to save face and suffer sin! Xuanfei's mouth was not merciless at all.

"Not because of you!" Hanguang stared at Xuanfei.

"If I really hurt him, I'm afraid his hand will be useless!" Xuanfei really only used three points of poison and seven points of palm power.

"Help me with my gloves!" Childe Qingqian walked to the bookcase and sat down.

Xuanfei walked out with the blackened glove. Hanguang was afraid of Xuanfei's poison, so he could only stare at him with his eyes.

Xuanfei injured Childe's shallow hand, and he knew that he was at a loss. He pretended not to see Hanguang's glare at him, and walked past him with his gloves in his hand.

Childe even had his arm swollen at night. The pain was unbearable, so he had to get up and meditate to resist.

Childe Qingqian finally survived until dawn. Yao Tong came in with a basin of water.

"Please fly here!" Childe looked at his red and swollen hand.

"Childe! Xuanfei is gone early in the morning! Hanguang replied at the door.

"Look for him in the garden!" Gongzi Qingqian took the towel handed over by Yao Tong with his left hand and wiped his face.

Hanguang went to the garden, and sure enough, he saw Xuanfei coming over with a handful of herbs in his hand.

"Go and crush this herb and make a paste!" Xuanfei put the herb in Hanguang's hand.

Hanguang squeezed the herbs in his hand tightly, and looked at Xuanfei who was whistling and walking towards Gongzi's shallow study with a complicated expression.

"How? Didn't sleep last night! Xuanfei took a sip of the porridge in front of Gongzi Qingqian.

"Aren't you afraid that the porridge is poisonous?" Yao Tong said deliberately.

"I wasn't afraid before! But it's hard to say right now! Xuanfei put down the bowl and rubbed his stomach.

Childe's shallow heart ached inexplicably. He has no appetite anymore. Yao Tong saw that Gongzi was shallow and did not move his chopsticks, so he put them away.

"He doesn't eat! I eat! Xuanfei took the tray in Yao Tong's hand and ate it.

Hanguang put the herb paste in a bowl and brought it in. Childe looked at Hanguang shallowly.

"He went to the garden early in the morning to pick it!" Hanguang placed the medicine bowl in front of Childe Qingqian.

Childe's shallow eyes moistened. He motioned for Hanguang and Yao Tong to go down, and then stretched out his right hand.

Xuanfei wiped his mouth and walked over. He smeared the herbs on Childe's shallow hands and arms, and then took out a white linen cloth from his belt and wrapped it around.

"How long will it take?" Childe Qingqian felt that his hands were cold, and the pain seemed to be reduced.

"I don't know!" Xuanfei looked at his palm. I'm afraid he is the first person to practice this red poison palm!

What is the toxicity of the red poison palm, he is still in the exploration stage. The herbs he applied to Childe only relieved the toxicity and reduced the pain.

"I'm not going to have this arm just scrapped!" Childe looked at his hand wrapped in sackcloth.

"I'm not going to be that useless!" Xuanfei lowered his head and continued to eat.

"Hanguang! You take care of these books! I need to take a break. "Childe Qingqian didn't sleep well all night, and he was really tired.

Xuanfei followed Gongzi Qingqian to the bedroom. He looked at the pale boy lying on the bed, and felt very uncomfortable.

Xuanfei was on the side, and Childe was sleeping very deeply. Xuanfei's mind was pondering the antidote to this red poison palm.

The poison of red practice can be solved, and the fire poison can also be solved! But Childe Qingqian was injured by the red flame poison generated by two internal forces! Xuanfei's hand unconsciously grabbed the edge of the bed and pulled the sheets and bedding.

Childe Qingqian opened his eyes and looked at Xuanfei's hand. He knew that Xuanfei must be struggling to find a way to detoxify.

"Is there a record in that "The Art of Qi Huang"?" Childe Qingqian also wants his injuries to heal soon.

"I need to go back! But you ......" Xuanfei stood up with a frown.

"Stand it! Go ahead! Childe Qingqian barely managed to squeeze out a smile. His arm was so painful that he couldn't move.

"Good! Wait for me! Xuanfei turned and walked out of the room, heading straight for his home. He privately copied a copy of the "Art of Qi Huang" and put it in his own medicine house.

"Childe! The Three Princes are here! "Hanguang to report.

"Help me up!" Childe Qingqian gritted his teeth.

Hanguang hurriedly stepped forward to help Gongzi Qingqian. Childe sat with his eyes closed for a long time, and then he took a deep breath and stood up.

"Do you want your subordinates to let the three princes go back first?" Hanguang looked at the sweat drops on Gongziqing's shallow forehead, and couldn't bear it.

"Not necessarily! Let's go! Childe Qingqian took out a brocade handkerchief with his left hand and wiped his sweat.

"My father gave me some fruit! I'll bring some for you to taste! The third prince, who was sitting and drinking tea in the study, put down the teacup when he saw Gongzi Qingqian walking in.

"Thank you!" Childe Qingqian walked towards several cases of his own. He saw the fresh fruit on several cases and smiled.

"My father has been looking pretty good lately! He also asked me to help him review the book and the table. The third prince looked happy.

"What did the second prince do?" Childe's shallow right arm felt uncomfortable wherever it was placed.

"Father asked him to gather grain and grass, and it seems that there is going to be a war at the border pass!"

"Are the four princes also going on an expedition?" Childe Qingqian flipped through the briefings on several cases with his left hand.

"Nope! The father sent General Wang Peng this time! The second brother brought up the matter of the fourth brother's entrapment of the generals, and the father did not let the fourth brother go on the expedition. The third prince picked up a berry and put it in his mouth.

"Looks like he's going to do it!" Childe Qingqian put down the briefing in his hand.

"Shall we help the fourth brother?" The hearts of the three princes were really unbearable.

"Let's wait and see what happens!" Gongzi Qingqian knew the powerful relationship, how could he help the fourth prince?

"Are you sick? Do you want to ask the imperial doctor to take a look? The third prince saw that the tip of Gongzi's shallow nose was red, and the beads of sweat on his forehead appeared.

"Out of the way!" Childe is shallow and pretends to be relaxed.

"Then I'll go back first! Rest well! The third prince got up and tidied up.

"No send! Don't be troubled for your mother's sake! Childe told him shallowly.

"Good!" The third prince walked to the door and paused.

Hanguang sent the third prince back to the study and saw Gongzi Qingqian meditating, so he stayed outside the door.

It was dark, and the wind blew out the candles in the house. Childe Qingqian opened his eyes.

Yao Tong brought the charcoal basin. Hanguang closed the window and lit the candles.

"There's nothing on the third prince's side!" The prince is shallow, and he is really afraid that the third prince will be emotional!

"The eyeliner came to report, and the third prince returned to the mansion and did not come out again. The four princes are smashing things in the house! "Hanguang is concise and to the point.

"Where's that over there?" Childe Qingqian took a fruit and took a bite. He felt the need to distract himself to alleviate the pain in his arm.

"The situation of the soft-hearted girl is not good! Yang Taishi seems to know that Yang Feng's death is related to her. Hanguang stared at Childe's shallow reaction. If Childe didn't ask, he would never say it.

Sure enough, after listening to Hanguang's words, Childe Qingqian pressed his right arm tightly with his left hand. His forehead was red, and cold sweat rolled down his cheeks.

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