"It's Cao Xiang."

Huo Quzhi stood up a little irritably, clenched his fists, but slowly relaxed, and said with a wry smile: "Look, that guy is starting to get sick again, Yang Chuan, come and drink, don't pay attention to the dying man." ”

Yang Chuan took a sip of wine, smiled, and said, "Okay, let's drink." ”

The two of them drank a few more gulps, but Cao Xiang's side was noisy, and the two servants were whipped a few times, ran out of the tent with a bitter face, and began to look for Yang Chuan.

"Let's go, let's see," Yang Chuan stood up and stretched, "I'm the host, I can't let the guests be angry because they can't find it." ”

Huo Quzhi was a little nervous: "Yang Chuan, don't do it." ”

Yang Chuan patted Huo Quzhi's shoulder, and said with a smile: "I'm a cook, and I'm not good at those things that fight and kill, what are you nervous about." ”

Huo Qu sighed and scolded with a smile: "You're not good at fighting, killing, killing? Those big Han border soldiers who pretended to be savages, three of them had their throats cut, and seven of them had their hamstrings broken, and I knew at a glance that it was your sword technique. ”

Yang Chuan looked sideways and asked in a low voice, "I've always wanted to ask, where did those people come from?" Why are you catching me? ”

Huo Quzhi looked left and right, took Yang Chuan's slender shoulders and walked a few steps to no one, and said in a low voice: "It's the eldest princess...... You have to be careful, she's an old monster who likes to eat handsome little men like you. ”

The doubts in his heart were confirmed, and Yang Chuan was not only not nervous, but secretly relieved.

It is a very bad thing to be remembered by Princess Guantao, but overall, it is not the worst result, according to the history books, three or two years later, Chen Ajiao did 'witch things' in Changmen Palace and completely fell out of favor, and Princess Guantao's good life came to an end.

Be cautious, though......

"Let's go, go see Cao Xiang." Yang Chuan groaned slightly, and then walked with Huo Qubing to the gorgeous big tent where Cao Xiang was.

"You are the Yang Chuan thief?"

As soon as he entered the door, Cao Xiang, who had a hideous face, pointed and scolded: "Why do you want to give the secret recipe for roasting whole sheep to Huo Quai, but not to Yeye me?" In order to search and rescue you thief, Ben Hou squeezed a few drops of urine at my uncle's place! ”

Yang Chuan laughed, walked over to stop Cao Xiang's shoulder, and said warmly: "Mine is Huo Qu's disease, Huo Qu's disease, it's yours, who of our brothers will ...... with whom"

Cao Xiang was very thin, but his head was huge, his neck was half a foot long, and the green tendons and blood vessels on it were clearly visible, which looked very funny.

What surprised Yang Chuan secretly was that there were extremely obvious purple scars on the gums and nails of this guy, and there was a very obvious foul smell in his mouth, with a disgusting metallic smell......

Lead poisoning.

As a qualified cook, a little expert in poisoning, he knew at a glance: 'Cao Xiang's lead poisoning is already very serious, and it seems that he is really going to die soon.' ’

I just don't know if I was poisoned or if I took Jindan? ’

Many powerful people in the Han Empire are very sought after for the Daomen Jindan technique, and there are many people who are 'autopsied into immortals' because of excessive drug abuse, and it is said that there are people who soar in the day and do not leave chickens and dogs......

"Little thief Yang Chuan, you gave Huo Qubing the same secret recipe, you must also give me the same," Cao Xiang gasped, a few green tendons on his forehead suddenly jumped, as if he was holding back to keep his emotions from getting out of control, "They all said yes, yes, I'm dying, yes, yes, I'm going to fight for immortality, and I'm angry with those dogs." ”

Yang Chuan said: "Okay, I'll give you a secret recipe for health nourishing soup." ”

Cao Xiang said angrily: "No, I also want a secret recipe for barbecue." ”

Yang Chuan turned his head to look at Huo Quai, and said with a wry smile: "Your cousin wants a secret recipe, you can do it yourself." ”

Huo Quzhi snorted and scolded: "Bring three hundred catties of gold, and I will give you the secret recipe." ”

Cao Xiang was furious, lifted a delicate copper kettle and smashed it out, struggled to stand up, staggered like a drunk, stared at two strange bloodshot eyes and roared: "Huo Quai, next time my uncle beats you, don't think that I will help you intercede again!" ”

Huo Qu snorted coldly with his neck and stopped talking.

Seeing the two living treasures like this, Yang Chuan really couldn't cry or laugh.

He quietly picked up a fine wine vessel, opened the lid and glanced at it, poured some wine into a copper jue, put it to his lips and took a small sip, but he didn't dare to swallow it, just took it in his mouth and tasted it slowly.

"This wine jug can't be given to you, everything else is left to you for a poor bastard, who let Ye Ye look at you quite pleasing to the eye, hahaha."

Cao Xiang gasped for a few breaths, and suddenly hugged his stomach and shouted: "Oops, I'm sick again......"

Yang Chuan was taken aback, quickly put down the wine vessel in his hand, and subconsciously wanted to help Cao Xiang.

Huo Quzhi coughed lightly and shook his head slightly at Yang Chuan.

Yang Chuan understood in his heart, but he was always a little unbearable in his heart, Huo Quai's meaning was very clear, Cao Xiang's identity was noble and special, if he accidentally helped but let this guy die in his fiefdom, I am afraid it will cause a big disaster......

"Cao Xiang, your stomach cramps are unbearable, aren't you?" Yang Chuan finally reached out and grabbed Cao Xiang's wrist, and with his half-hung medical skills, he tried to cut the pulse to diagnose.

"It hurts, it hurts yes......"

Cao Xiang screamed miserably, rushed forward, and spit out a large mouthful of pickled white flowers; At the same time, a disgusting stench spread, but this guy finally couldn't hold it back and sprayed his crotch.

Huo Quzhi covered his nose and glared at Yang Chuan and Cao Xiang with some annoyance: "I knew I wouldn't let him come!" ”

Yang Chuan was not in a hurry, this kind of chronic lead poisoning was terrible, but judging from Cao Xiang's amount of food, spirit and pulse, he couldn't die for the time being, but the smell of vomiting and diarrhea was too unpleasant.

"Yang Chuan, am I dying?"

"Huo Quai, the dog's day, the last time you stole my uncle's gold, I will go back and tell him, see if you will be killed."

"I am the Marquis of Pingyang, the Han Dynasty, and I don't want to retreat from a certain family!"

"Mother, the child has a lot of pain in the abdomen......"

“……”

Cao Xiang struggled a few times on the couch, and slammed back, his miserable white face was covered with a layer of green gas, hideous and terrifying, his whole body curled up like a thin shrimp and trembled, but his two arms hugged Yang Chuan's arm and cried silently: "I don't want to die......"

Huo Quzhi covered his nose and walked over quickly, and was about to smash his fist on Cao Xiang's neck, but was stopped by Yang Chuan's glare.

Originally, it was chronic lead poisoning, and it didn't die for a while, but it might be impossible to say that this thing would be punched down, and I have to say that the ancients' methods of curing diseases were really a bit strange.

Yang Chuan stroked Cao Xiang's huge head and said softly, "It's okay, it will hurt for a while." ”

Huo Qu had a bitter face, and walked around the tent irritably: "It's all my fault for this matter, look, I kindly asked him to come out to relax and play, but he caused you a lot of trouble." ”

"If you go to the sick, maybe you can find fresh milk?" Yang Chuan pondered for a long time, and finally made up his mind, "In addition, maybe you can find dried shrimp or carrots?" ”

Milk, carrots, enoki mushrooms, kelp, garlic, millet porridge, shrimp, these are the best ingredients for lead poisoning in the era when there were no vitamins.

Huo Quzhi frowned: "Yang Chuan, why don't you inform my new aunt first?" ”

Yang Chuan nodded slightly, and said, "That's right, bring a sheepskin over, write a letter to your aunt, and let the stupid eagle ......send it over."