When the prime minister saw the prophet come in, he hurriedly propped himself up, and said in a hoarse voice that seemed to be rolling on the sand:

"The emperor is auspicious."

The two crying aunts were startled, and hurriedly brushed and leaned down, with undried tears on their faces, and said with a little choked: "The emperor is auspicious." ”

"You two stand down first." The prophet commanded faintly. The two aunts glanced at each other, didn't dare to say anything, and retreated in three steps and two steps.

With a touch of the whiteness of the sky, Hua Xuanji saw the prime minister clearly. A face that is not so much pale as it is close to transparent, and the whole body is shaking. Compared with Yehua, it is a world of difference. The state has been extremely bad. The circles under her eyes were constantly reddening.

Hurriedly ran forward a few times to help the prime minister up. Gently opened his lips and called out, "Daddy." ”

"Lie down, you are seriously ill, this little etiquette will be waived." Although the prophet is a rather pompous person, he is definitely a good emperor when he is serious.

Putting aside the medicine box he had brought over, the prophet asked softly, "Dare to ask the Prime Minister where he was injured." ”

"Weichen is panicking, how can he let the emperor treat Weichen." When the prime minister heard the prophet's inquiry, he took a cold breath and retreated in some horror, but he pulled the wound and couldn't help but shiver.

"Daddy, don't worry, he's his daughter's master, his medical skills are very good, and his people are very good, don't worry, Daddy. Tell your daughter where she was hurt. ”

The prime minister saw that there was not the slightest superiority in the eyes of the prophet, and when he heard Hua Xuanji say this, he had no choice but to put his mind at ease. He pointed to his right shoulder.

The prophet didn't say anything more, but walked quickly to the prime minister, frowning and checking the prime minister's injuries.

However, the more I looked, the tighter the frown. He whispered over and over again, "No, no." ”

Looking at the prophet's appearance, Hua Xuanji only felt a heart twitch, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, master, what's wrong?" ”

"Prime Minister." The prophet did not answer Hua Xuanji's question directly, but turned to the prime minister and asked, "Do you have any other wounds on your body?" ”

"Nope." The Prime Minister's answer was categorical and swift. There is not the slightest hint of lying.

"It's weird, it's weird." The soothsayer pinched his chin slightly. "Judging from the prime minister's wound, even if this wound is deep, it will not be in such a state. It's inexplicable. ”

The prophet said, reaching out and stroking back and forth on several acupuncture points on the prime minister's body. After a while, he suddenly raised his head. As if he remembered something, he lifted the sleeve of the prime minister's shirt.

I saw that in the center of the prime minister's right arm, a small crimson dot suddenly flashed. The peculiar red color makes people shudder.

The prophet turned around and pulled out a silver needle from the medicine box, used the silver needle to pick a drop of blood from the Prime Minister's wound, and then gently dropped it on the small dot in the center of the Prime Minister's right arm.

It was like in the blink of an eye, the red dot seemed to come to life, and along the veins in the arm, it became several, then dozens.

The specks of red expanded and dispersed at a rapid speed, like an epiphany in the night, blooming, opening bigger and bigger, gradually condensing into a strange totem, like a modern tattoo, covering the prime minister's entire right arm.

"Jingle Bell." The silver needle in his hand fell to the ground, and the prophet staggered back two steps, and Hua Xuanji reacted in surprise and hurriedly helped him so that he would not fall.

"Sure enough, it's her." Taking a deep breath, it took a long time for the prophet to react: "Prime Minister, let me ask you, is it that every time you have a flesh wound, as long as you bleed, your body will have the feeling of being gnawed by thousands of small insects?" ”

"Yes."

"When did that start?" The prophet suddenly became no longer calm, and almost threw himself in front of the prime minister. It's like getting some important message.

This time it was the prime minister's turn to be silent, he lowered his head deeply, as if he was pondering something, for a long time, he quickly raised his head, and looked straight at Hua Xuanji with a pair of slightly narrowed eyes.

Hua Xuanji was a little chilled by the prime minister's eyes, and stretched out a finger to point at herself: "Me? ”

The Prime Minister slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the prophet, "If I'm not mistaken, I think it was after meeting her mother." ”

"Her mother! What it looks like. No, there is a bright red flower in the center of the eyebrows. I like to wear red! ”

"That's right. But ......" The prime minister hung his head deeply: "She's dead." ”

"How did you die?" The prophet has a tendency to get to the bottom of things.

"There was a sudden violent illness, and there were no corpses left." The prime minister took a deep breath, and his eyes showed deep sadness.

And Hua Xuanji on the side was a little stunned!

Her mother? Hua Xuanji listened to the words of the prime minister and the prophet, and Hua Xuanji was a little ignorant.

I knew that my mother had been dead for a long time since I came, and when I mentioned it today, what does this mean? And, seeing the prophet's expression, it seemed to be very eager.

Hua Xuanji gently pinched her chin and stared at the red weird mark, there must be a big secret in this.

The prophet didn't ask anything, but quickly changed the topic, prescribed a pair of medicine for the housekeeper to decoction, helped the prime minister bandage the wound and then told a few words, making sure that the prime minister had nothing else to do, so he walked out with Hua Xuanji with a look.

Hua Xuanji didn't ask too much, just obediently followed behind the prophet. It wasn't until the two of them walked to a remote and uninhabited place that Hua Xuanji stopped. He took a step forward and walked in front of the prophet.

"Let's talk about it here, there's no one here."

The prophet's eyes were a little dim, and he looked up at Hua Xuanji's eyes: "Actually, I didn't know how to heal from the beginning. ”

"Huh?" Hua Xuanji was puzzled by his words, shouldn't they have explained the question about her mother here.

However, Hua Xuanji vaguely felt that the prophet must tell her more, so she didn't interject.

"All things are born and breathe, there must be attacks and restraints, and I have peerless medical skills, which means that there must be people who have shocking Gu poison." With a long exhale, the prophet gently reached out and patted Hua Xuanji's shoulder, and a pair of eyes looked at the lights in the distance:

"My medical skills were learned from a secluded immortal on the top of the Heavenly Mountain. And when the immortals taught me medical skills, they also taught a woman the art of Gu poison. ”

"And that woman is my mother, isn't she?" Hua Xuanji stepped forward, looked at the prophet in a daze, and asked rhetorically.