The grass in the factory should be plucked

It was almost midnight, and Xie Changan did not assign any tasks to Jiang Li, so he asked her to help copy the files.

Looking at her graceful and elegant calligraphy, Xie Changan couldn't help but praise her: "Great calligraphy! Who is your teacher?"

"Who else could it be? My master."

Jiang Li responded, then kept silent and concentrated on copying.

Xie Changan looked at her with an inquiring look. When this girl talked about her master and her school, she seemed to be very secretive. Who exactly is her master?

What a talented person he must be to be able to create such a peerless martial art as the "Divine Movement Body Refining Technique". How could he be unknown in the world?

He decided to ask Shen Muchun.

Jiang Li asked in surprise, "Sir, what is this dancing grass?"

"Dancing grass? It is said to be the 'holy grass' of the Southern Yi Kingdom. It is familiar with music and will dance to the sound of music."

“There are such magical plants in the world!”

Jiang Li opened his eyes wide, and felt eager to try. He wanted to get one and plant it when he had the chance.

"Don't even think about getting one to play with!" Xie Changan saw through what she was thinking at a glance.

"It is said that if this herb is mixed with tonic medicine, it will become extremely poisonous."

"Oh." Jiang Li thought, I don't take supplements, so I won't be poisoned, right?

Xie Changan smiled and said, "If someone takes it by mistake, they will start to dance like the 'dancing grass'. If you want to dance impromptu, you can try it."

Jiang Li felt a chill and said, "Forget it then."

The next morning, after returning to the cold palace, Jiang Li listened to the report from the cat and mouse spy team as usual.

Yesterday, everything was normal in Yuhua Palace and Yong'an Palace. Empress Zhang in Fengyi Palace also ate, took medicine and slept as usual.

"The Queen's breakfast is still a bowl of bird's nest, lunch is ginseng and astragalus pigeon soup, and dinner is angelica, ginger and mutton soup..."

Jiang Li suddenly stood up and slammed the table: "I understand!"

The cat who was reporting was startled: "Meow, master, you scared Huahua to death!"

Jiang Li quickly held it in her arms: "I'm sorry, Huahua, you really helped me a lot!"

The cat raised its tail proudly: "I am wise and powerful, much more useful than that fat rat!"

"Yes, Huahua is the best!"

Jiang Li immediately spread out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and wrote a letter to Nangong Qinghe.

"There is a plant in the Nanyi country called 'Dancing Grass'. It understands the rhythm of music and will dance to the sound of music. If this plant is mixed with tonic medicine, it will be extremely poisonous. Your Majesty's daily soup and meals all contain warming tonic medicine..."

She sealed the letter with a wax ball and called out to the outside, "Big raccoon!"

The tabby cat meowed and ran in: "Master, what do you want?"

"Let the little raccoon deliver the letter, quickly!"

Nangong Qinghe had just returned from the study, changed his clothes, and was about to go to the Imperial Hospital.

Little Lihua ran in with a wax ball in his mouth. Nangong Qinghe was overjoyed: "Ali, thank you for your hard work!"

Nangong Qinghe couldn't wait to open the letter and read it. The more he read, the more solemn his expression became. Is it really like this?

If this is true, it can explain why Empress Zhang could not be cured after so long.

Ahri was able to get such important information!

He burned the letter, thought about it, and went to the Imperial Hospital.

Shen Muchun, carrying a medicine box, accompanied by Nangong Qinghe, went to Fengyi Palace with Eunuch Liang.

Nanny He greeted them outside the palace.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Third Prince. Greetings to Divine Doctor Shen."

Nangong Qinghe gave a false helping hand: "No need to be polite, Madam."

Shen Muchun bowed lightly and said, "Madam, you are too kind. I am not well-trained and I don't deserve the title of 'miracle doctor'."

Nanny He smiled and said, "Divine Doctor Shen is too modest. Please follow me. Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time."

She glanced at Nangong Qinghe who was accompanying her, with a smile on her face.

Since the Queen fell ill, the eldest prince and the second prince have disappeared, and only the third prince comes to ask about her well-being every day.

Recently, in order to help the Empress with her illness, he went to the Imperial Hospital to learn pharmacology in person.

Now he has become friends with the disciples of Ghost Doctor Valley and has invited Doctor Shen to treat the Queen.

Such pure filial piety, if the third prince was born by the Empress, how wonderful it would be! The Empress would not have become so depressed and sick.

Empress Zhang looked very sick, but she was trying to keep herself alert as she sat on the couch. The head palace maid Hongxiu was wiping the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

Nanny He reported from outside: "Your Majesty, the Third Prince and Divine Doctor Shen came to pay their respects."

The young palace maid Tianxiang quickly lowered the curtain.

Empress Zhang said weakly, "Call them in."

Nanny He led Nangong Qinghe and Shen Muchun into the inner hall.

"See Queen Mother."

"Greetings to Her Majesty the Queen, may Your Majesty be blessed with good health and happiness."

"Flat body."

Nangong Qinghe asked, "Is mother feeling better today?"

Empress Zhang smiled weakly: "She is in good spirits. Your Highness is thoughtful."

Nangong Qinghe smiled and said, "Mother, Brother Shen is the first disciple of the Ghost Doctor Valley Master. He has learned the true teachings from the master. I am on good terms with him, so I specially invite Brother Shen to come and diagnose your pulse."

Empress Zhang said, "In that case, I'll have to trouble Doctor Shen."

Shen Muchun bowed deeply and said, "I don't deserve the title of miracle doctor. I am willing to do my best to help the queen and the third prince."

Nanny He hurriedly set up the table and chairs and asked Shen Muchun to sit down in front of the couch.

Shen Muchun took out the pulse pillow, and Nanny He gently placed Empress Zhang's hand on the pulse pillow and covered it with a silk handkerchief.

Shen Muchun placed two fingers on the patient's pulse and listened carefully.

His expression gradually became serious. Why did Empress Zhang's pulse show signs of slight poisoning?

As the saying goes, all medicines are poisonous to some extent. Empress Zhang had been taking medicine for many years, so it was normal for her to have slight poison in her body. Therefore, the imperial physicians would generally ignore this pulse condition.

But Shen Muchun must have come into contact with more poisons in Ghost Doctor Valley than the imperial physician, and he always felt that something was wrong.

He did not say it directly, but withdrew his hand and said, "Your Majesty's pulse is consistent with the symptoms diagnosed by the imperial physician. As long as you take good care of yourself, you will recover."

He bowed and stepped back, winking at Nangong Qinghe.

Nangong Qinghe understood and said, "Please prescribe a prescription, Brother Shen. My mother has probably developed drug resistance after taking the imperial physician's prescription for a long time. Maybe a different prescription will work?"

Empress Zhang nodded and said, "Your Highness is right. Please ask Divine Doctor Shen to prescribe a prescription."

Eunuch Liang led the two men to the outer room, laid out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, then bowed and left.

Nangong Qinghe asked in a low voice: "Brother Jicheng, have you found anything?"

Shen Muchun pondered and said, "Maybe I am worrying too much. It is normal for people who take medicine for a long time to have a little poison in their body, but I always feel that the pulse of the queen is a little strange..."

Nangong Qinghe had been thinking about how to bring up the matter of "Dancing Grass". Hearing this, he took the opportunity to say, "I've heard that some plants are non-toxic or slightly toxic by themselves, but when mixed with other medicines, they become poisons."

"The warming and nourishing things that your mother has been taking for a long time, could it be that they are counteracting something, so the pulse shows a slight poison?"

Shen Muchun stood up suddenly: "Wu Cao!"

Why didn't he think of that?

The slight poison shown in Empress Zhang's pulse is indeed somewhat similar to the poison extracted from the corpses of Manager Yang and others!

Nangong Qinghe pretended to be confused: "'Dancing Grass'? What is this?"

"This thing is unique to southern Xinjiang..."

Shen Muchun explained the characteristics of dancing grass in detail.

Nangong Qinghe frowned and said, "Brother Jicheng, are you suspicious that there is dancing grass in this palace?"

"Not necessarily. If this herb is mixed in soup or food, the effect will be the same. But I think the queen's poisoning is not serious, maybe she didn't eat it directly. I need to verify it."

"How to verify?"

The two discussed this matter.