As he spoke, Wen Yu opened the wound that Qin Wanqing had just helped him bandage.

  His face was cold, and even a little chilly, and he squinted at the wound on his elbow: "Bring a knife!" ”

  Wuying hurriedly handed a dagger to Wen Yu at this time.

  Wen Yu wiped the herbs that Qin Wanqing had just applied on, then took the dagger and shaved off the flesh of his elbow injury little by little.

  It was shocking to watch without a shadow from the sidelines, and he didn't even dare to gasp for a breath, which was also terrifying!

  His eyes were full of unbearability, and his brows were twisted into the shape of "Chuan", as if he wished that he would suffer this injury for Wen Yu.

  After doing all this, Wen Yu threw away the dagger, and Wuying on the side hurriedly handed over the bandage.

  "Shizi, what's going on?" The shadowless eyes were full of doubts.

  Just standing in the distance, after seeing his own son fall to the ground and unable to get up for half a day, Wuying already felt very strange.

  At first, he thought that his son was trying to tease the lord of Changle, and he deliberately did this.

  But soon, he noticed that something was wrong.

  Wen Yu squinted, a cold light flashed under his eyes, his fingers jumped tightly into fists, and his eyes were full of murderous aura.

  "There's something wrong with the silk book on the feather arrow!"

  Hearing this, Wuying hurriedly walked to the desk and took the feather arrow: "Shizi said, is the problem here?" ”

  The light in Wen Yu's eyes was even colder.

  At first, he didn't notice it, but the moment he fell to the ground, he noticed a strange tingling sensation that permeated the wound, and he knew the seriousness of the problem!

  When the silk book was just delivered, it was dyed with a strange aroma, because Wen Yu was the first person to open the silk book, so all the incense powder stained on the silk book touched his sleeve.

  The fall just now allowed the powder to penetrate the wound, spread over the wound, and enter his body.

  Because Wen Yu had been to the Misty Mountain in order to get the Seven Star Grass, he had seen many poisonous plants transplanted from southern Xinjiang that he had cultivated in the Misty Mountain.

  He remembered in a trance that there was a vegetative aroma in it, which was very similar to this one.

  Just now, Wen Yu didn't think much about it, and when the wound had a strange pain, he realized that he might have been poisoned.

  It is said that this poison will cause the injured skin to fester, so that the whole body will ulcerate and die.

  Thinking of this, Wen Yu's eyes were even more cold, that old thing in the Zhenguo Mansion actually left such a hand to kill him?

  If he kept this silk book in the study and smelled it day and night, once he was injured, he would let the poison enter his body through the wound as he did today.

  She actually wanted his life?

  "Take this silk book and the arrows and dispose of them!" Wen Yu said coldly.

  "Yes!" Wuying also knew that there was no room for error in this matter, so he hurriedly hugged these two things and ran away.

  It didn't take long for Wuying to come back again: "Shizi, my subordinates have already set fire to those two things. ”

  "Hmm." Wen Yu responded lightly, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes gently: "Since she gave me such a big gift, I also want to give her a bigger gift. ”