Chapter 2: Crazy Criticism of Men
"You should have taken an antidote every day to relieve the chronic poison in your body, but there was no medicine today, so the toxin flare-up.
But what I want to tell you is that if you don't deal with the poison in your body within half an hour, after this time, even the Great Luo Immortal will not be able to save you. β
Meng Zhuo'er neatly let go of the man's hand.
Yue Zhiting didn't expect her to be able to see it.
This chronic poison is so subtle that even the imperial doctor in the palace can't see it.
If it weren't for the chance to meet a master, he would not know that he was suffering from a strange poison.
His thin lips pursed: "Then what can you do?" β
"Naturally, there is, wait."
Meng Zhuo'er looked left and right, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the persimmons on the tree, and then she ran into the grass again......
Yue Zhiting wrinkled her eyebrows, not knowing what she was going to do.
In less than half a tea time, the grass shook, and the girl pushed away the weeds and came out, and her hands ...... He was still holding a snake.
Viper.
Trimeresurus.
Yue Zhiting's face changed slightly: "What are you doing?" β
"Give you an antidote."
Yue Zhiting was suspicious.
The girl was born immaturely, only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she was not half timid in the face of this three-finger poisonous snake.
She neatly plucked the hairpin on her head and stabbed it into the snake's body, picked off the snake meat, and actually picked out the snake's gall accurately.
A famous concubine raised in the deep boudoir, the action of killing snakes and taking gall is even neater than that of a butcher.
While Yue Zhiting was pondering, Meng Zhuo'er smashed the persimmon on the tree with a stone, broke it, stuffed it into the snake gall, and then handed him the flowers and plants that he didn't know what they were.
"What for?" He was disgusted.
"There is so much nonsense, naturally it is to detoxify you, I am a doctor, you can eat these things together, which can relieve the toxins in your body."
Meng Zhuo'er directly stuffed things into his hands.
There was no way, the existing medicinal materials were too limited, so she could only do this.
And let him eat snake gall bladder raw?
Yue Zhiting was not very reluctant.
"You hurry up, it's okay if you die, don't even bother me to die."
Meng Zhuo'er urged him.
The man could feel the toxins in his body attacking his internal organs.
Time is running out.
He ended up swallowing all the strange stuff with nausea.
Seeing that he was so disgusted that he almost fainted, Meng Zhuo'er stepped forward and patted him kindly: "Don't look like you've eaten dung, do you know how many people ask me for a delicious meal." β
"You're a good meal?" The man snorted, the corners of his lips were raised, but the killing intent in his eyes rolled violently, "If you dare to lie to me, I will kill you." β
Meng Zhuo'er has never seen any strong winds and waves, but in the face of the other party's strong aura, she has no confidence: "There is no stove next to it and no ingredients and side dishes, then you can only eat it raw!" You should thank God for having detoxified maran grass and persimmons with sufficient vitamin C, otherwise you will not be able to save your life. β
"You ......"
The man wanted to say something, but suddenly the blood was rolling, and the sore throat was sweet and menacing.
He violently spat out black blood.
The man almost fainted, gritted his teeth and grabbed Meng Zhuo'er's hand: "You...... What the hell did you give me? β
"You're hurting me."
Meng Zhuo'er struggled, and at the same time, a shout suddenly came from behind her: "Let go of Your Highnessβ"
At the same time, a short arrow flew at her.
With a snort, the short arrow grazed Meng Zhuo'er's earlobe and was firmly inserted into the tree.
I saw that more than a hundred guards quickly stepped forward, and Meng Zhuo'er shook his head, and there were more than a dozen swords against his neck.
Meng Zhuo'er froze and looked at the man in front of the tree.
Your Highness?
I didn't expect him to be a prince.
The man was also looking at her, his dark eyes condensing a strange luster, as if he was smiling.
"What have you done to Your Highness?"
The guards at the head were furious, eager to kill her.
Meng Zhuo'er smiled sarcastically: "Without me, your Highness would have died a long time ago." β
"Just you?"
The guards were clearly unconvinced.
The panting physician was busy checking the man's pulse: "The toxins in His Highness's body have been relieved, and it's okay." β
The crowd breathed a sigh of relief.
Meng Zhuo'er squinted and looked at the man without saying a word.
"Go down."
Yue Zhiting motioned for the guards to help him up, but his eyes fell on the girl, with a slight meaning, "Take her along." β
Meng Zhuo'er's hanging heart fell.
The guards escorted Meng Zhuo'er away.
Yue Zhiting was about to leave, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the silver hairpin on the ground.
The guard Xia Yu understood, picked it up and handed it over.
The man's index finger groped for the silver hairpin.
The snake blood on the hairpin has dried up, but the hairpin still seems to have the temperature of a girl.
He suddenly smiled and looked at the woman who was escorted in the distance but was not yet arrogant.
The girl from the Mengguo Mansion?
It's kind of interesting.
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Back at the inn halfway up the mountain, Yue Zhiting listened to Xia Yu's report on the assassins.
"This time you have been assassinated, and you have found out who did it, and one of the assassins has been captured. After severe torture, he entertained Gonggong Mao who asked him to do it. β
"Empress Min?" He sneered, "It's not an accident. β
At this time, there were guards outside who reported something.
The Moon Court was allowed to enter.
The guard said respectfully, "Your Highness, that young lady has already run away, do you want to go and arrest her?" β
"Ran away?" Yue Zhiting looked thoughtfully at the silver hairpin on the table and chuckled, "No, can she leave any message?" β
"The young lady asked for a set of clean clothes, stole another steed and left, leaving a letter......"
The guards hesitated.
Yue Zhiting frowned: "Say." β
"Your Highness, see for yourself."
The guard handed over a note.
Yue Zhiting took it and took a look, and the drawings were full of bastards.
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Hot Springs Lodge.
Meng Yifei saw Meng Zhuo'er fall off the cliff with her own eyes, and she panicked at first.
Meng Yuqing loves Meng Zhuoer very much.
But thinking about it left and right, Meng Zhuo'er is dead, and the bride of Jinnan Wangfu will be able to have a fall, and the two dead people will be a couple, just right.
Thinking about it this way, Meng Yifei is not afraid.
They are all granddaughters of grandpa, so it is possible that the old immortal can still kill her and bury Meng Zhuo'er.
Now, it's important to get your hands on the Second Highness.
Meng Yifei soaked in the hot spring in a belly pocket, smoky; Yue Zhichen changed his bathing clothes, and when he came, he saw a stunner soaked in water.
It is said that the second lady of the Meng family is plump and is a superb. Now that I see it, it is really in vain that he deliberately chartered this villa without leaving an outsider, and slowly 'enjoyed'.
Yue Zhichen leaned over and pinched Meng Yifei's jaw: "Dressed like this, do you know what it represents?" β
"The courtiers listen to Your Highness's ...... for everything Courtier, a woman who wants to be His Highness. β
Meng Yifei responded shyly, obediently making Yue Zhichen extremely satisfied, and bowed his head to kiss Meng Yifei's lips.
But at this time, Yue Zhichen turned his head suddenly, and saw a girl squatting in the corner gnawing on persimmons, staring at them with a pair of bright eyes.
Yue Zhichen's face suddenly turned green: "Bold, who is there." β
Meng Yifei was also startled, and the whole person shrank into the water.
"Nonsense, there are only three masters here, who else can it be if it's not me, Meng Zhuo'er."
Meng Zhuo'er took a big sip of soft persimmon: "You don't need to see the outside, continue to ...... I still like to watch the live version of this kind of thing. β