The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

That night, just as Wen Qingcheng fell asleep, Bai Wei came to call her, saying that Axuan asked her to bring the medicine box because he had something urgent to discuss with her.

Wen Qingcheng shuddered. At this time, Ah Falcon came to her in person and asked her to bring a medicine box. Could it be that something happened to Mo Jinghong? He hadn't come to He's for so many days. Could it be that he was seriously injured or sick?

Wen Qingcheng put on her clothes and came out, asking anxiously, "Brother Axuan, what happened?"

Ah Falcon was afraid that Wen Qingcheng would be suspicious, so he tried to speak in a calm tone, "The prince is a little unwell, go and have a look, young lady."

Wen Qingcheng nodded, picked up the medicine box and followed A Falcon to the courtyard of Mo Jinghong in the He Mansion. A Falcon led the way and entered Mo Jinghong's room. This was the first time Wen Qingcheng entered his bedroom. After walking around a bird screen, she saw Mo Jinghong half-leaning on the bed with his eyes closed, wearing a white nightgown with his collar open.

Seeing this, Ah Falcon quickly turned around and stood in front of Wen Qingcheng. He knew very well that although his young master liked Wen Qingcheng, they were husband and wife in name only in Yueya Village, but not in reality. At this moment, Mo Jinghong's clothes were disheveled, and it would be bad for a little girl like Wen Qingcheng to come in and see him.

"Miss Wen, please wait outside."

Mo Jinghong suddenly opened his eyes on the bed. When he heard that Wen Qingcheng was here, his originally dark eyes suddenly burst into surprise. But he didn't want Wen Qingcheng to see him like this, so he spoke with difficulty, "A Falcon, take her away!"

Wen Qingcheng felt a pain in her heart behind the screen. He actually hated her so much.

"Master, Miss Wen understands medicine, let her take a look." Ah Falcon knew very well that Wen Qingcheng was the only one he trusted now, and the fact that the prince was injured must not be known to others.

Wen Qingcheng learned from Ah Falcon's words that Mo Jinghong was really injured. The moment she entered, she saw him lying weakly on the bed. Even if he hated her and didn't want to see her again, she had to go in.

Without waiting for Ah Falcon to call her, Wen Qingcheng walked around the screen and went straight to the bed. Mo Jinghong raised his hand to straighten his messy collar. He was not afraid to see it, but he was afraid that Wen Qingcheng would feel offended by his disheveled appearance.

There was mist in Wen Qingcheng's eyes and there was only one lamp on in the room. Mo Jinghong noticed the tears in Wen Qingcheng's eyes and felt happy. It turned out that she cared about me so much. When she heard that I was injured, she came to my room at night without paying attention to the distinction between men and women.

In fact, in Wen Qingcheng's eyes, there was no distinction between men and women when she was treating patients. She quickly got into the role and asked solemnly, "Where is the injury?"

Wen Qingcheng's voice was cold, but she was extremely anxious. She glanced up and down at Mo Jinghong.

"It's just a small injury."

Ah Falcon knew that Mo Jinghong was being stubborn, so he stepped forward and whispered, "Miss Wen, the prince has been hit by a poisoned dart." After saying that, he tried to lift Mo Jinghong's sleeve, but was blocked by Mo Jinghong.

By candlelight, Wen Qingcheng noticed that the back of Mo Jinghong's hand had turned black. She was shocked and forcefully rolled up Mo Jinghong's sleeves. There was a bandage on his arm under the armpit, and the wound under the bandage was oozing black and purple pus and blood. The whole arm was blue and black, looking very scary.

"What kind of poison is this?" Wen Qingcheng asked Axuan.

"I don't know either. I have never seen this kind of poison in the world." said A Falcon.

Mo Jinghong closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "It is a three-insect and three-herb poison. It is a strange poison in the Western Regions and is very rare in the Great Qi Dynasty."

This poison is made from three kinds of poisonous insects unique to the Western Regions: snakes, scorpions, and spiders, and three kinds of poisonous plants. If there is no antidote, the poison will attack the internal organs and cause death within three days.

Mo Jinghong would not tell Wen Qingcheng these words. He had asked A Falcon to tie up his arms to prevent the poisonous blood from spreading.

Wen Qingcheng didn't say anything. She took out a silver needle from the medicine box and sealed several major acupoints around his body to prevent the poisonous blood from spreading. She also untied the bandage above his arm to prevent his hand from ischemia and necrosis. Even if the poison was removed, his arm would be useless.

Seeing Wen Qingcheng didn't say anything, Mo Jinghong knew she was still quarreling with him, but he was very anxious. Mo Jinghong pretended to be relaxed and said, "At worst, just cut off my arm. A small poison dart won't kill me."

Wen Qingcheng glared at him, picked up the medicine box and went behind the screen. Mo Jinghong waved and called Axuan to the bedside.

"Prince, Miss Wen can even cure my snake venom, she must have a way." When Ah Falcon heard that Mo Jinghong was going to cut off his arm, he felt extremely guilty. Why wasn't he the one injured? At that time, he and the prince were carrying the key witness of the Third Prince's private weapons back to Beijing, and they were chased by dozens of masters along the way. With the kung fu of the three shadow guards and the prince, they could easily deal with those people, but there was a master among them who was good at using hidden weapons. In order to protect the witness, the prince was hit by the poison dart.

"A Falcon... If I unfortunately die, I will entrust Qingcheng to you. You must protect her for the rest of your life." Mo Jinghong was very clear about his physical condition. The antidote was in the hands of the Third Prince's people. Without the antidote, the poison had already spread and he would die of the poison even if his arm was cut off.

Ah Falcon hurriedly said: "Your Highness is a lucky man, nothing will happen to him!"

Mo Jinghong sighed slightly, "I know you have always liked Qingcheng, and she also has a good impression of you. After I die, let her follow you."

Ah Falcon shook his head repeatedly, "No, Prince, you will be fine. Miss Wen loves you deeply, and you said you would protect her for the rest of her life. Prince, you must not break your promise."

At this time, Wen Qingcheng came in with the spiritual spring water from the space. "A Falcon, go get a basin."

Ah Jun responded and hurriedly brought in a washbasin. Wen Qingcheng had just heard their conversation behind the screen and cursed in her heart: Who allowed you to die? What qualifications do you have to push me to others?

Wen Qingcheng poured out the spiritual spring water in the bottle to clean Mo Jinghong's wound. The spiritual spring water has a strong purification ability and can greatly reduce toxicity. She took out another bottle and asked him to take it.

Now, Wen Qingcheng has sealed several acupuncture points around his body with silver needles, and the poison will not continue to spread to his internal organs for the time being. But it must have spread before. After being poisoned, it only takes a few seconds for this kind of poison to enter the body circulation.

Wen Qingcheng didn't know about the poisons of the Great Qi Dynasty, and couldn't find the poison in a short time. However, she remembered the detoxification acupuncture method she had learned from her master in her previous life. The acupuncture point array composed of fifteen acupuncture points can quickly force the toxins out of the body.

Before the acupuncture, the remaining poison on his arm had to be scraped out first. Wen Qingcheng applied local anesthetic to Mo Jinghong and scraped out all the poison on his arm with a knife.

Ah Falcon was impressed to see that Mo Jinghong looked normal and didn't say a word. Little did he know that Wen Qingcheng had applied anesthetic to him, so he couldn't feel the pain.

After the wound was treated and bandaged, Wen Qingcheng let Mo Jinghong lie down flat and reached out to untie his clothes. Mo Jinghong grabbed her hand, "You..." She wanted to refuse, but then she remembered that she had seen him shirtless in Crescent Village before. Besides, Wen Qingcheng did not distinguish between men and women when treating patients, so she swallowed the words of refusal.

The white nightgown was completely opened, and Wen Qingcheng applied needles to the firm abdominal and chest muscles. Then he lifted, inserted, and twisted some acupuncture points, strongly stimulating them, and then quickly pulled out the needles. Mo Jinghong sat up suddenly, and sprayed a mouthful of black and purple poisonous blood from his mouth into the copper basin on the ground.