Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

In a room on the west side of Qingwu Courtyard, there was a large table in front of Yan Xining.

There were numerous bottles and jars on the table, some of which contained poisonous creatures like snakes, centipedes, and scorpions. Along the west wall, in cages on one side, were several shivering mice and rabbits.

Some were locked up together, some were locked up individually, and they lined up along the entire wall.

This is her laboratory.

She held a small porcelain bottle in her left hand and a thin bamboo stick in her right hand. She was concentrating on picking out some black powder from a jar and carefully putting it into an empty porcelain bottle.

The few strands of hair on her forehead swayed gently with her movements, but it did not affect her concentration at all.

She gently shook the porcelain bottle to mix the powder evenly, then picked up another bottle filled with a clear liquid and slowly dripped a few drops of liquid into the porcelain bottle. In an instant, a slight hissing sound came from the porcelain bottle, and wisps of white steam began to emerge from the mixed liquid.

Yan Xining narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the changes in the liquid, muttering to himself, "The reaction between these two substances is so violent. It must be the interaction of the toxic components. But if we can control the dosage and reaction conditions, perhaps the toxicity can be neutralized and the effective ingredient can be extracted."

She put the porcelain bottle aside, picked up a pair of tweezers, and reached into the jar containing the scorpion. The scorpion seemed to sense danger and waved its poisonous tail, trying to attack.

Yan Xining was not in a hurry. He firmly grasped the scorpion and placed it on a clean porcelain plate. Then he gently pressed the scorpion's body with a bamboo stick, causing it to secrete a drop of venom.

She quickly collected the venom with a tiny dropper and dropped it into another test tube containing a mixture of various herbal juices.

The liquid in the test tube instantly changed color, from its original emerald green to a deep purple, and emitted a pungent odor. Yan Xining leaned closer to the test tube, carefully sniffing the change in the smell, frowning slightly.

She turned and walked towards a bookshelf filled with various medical books and tomes. Her fingers gently slid across the spines of the books, and finally pulled out a yellowed ancient book and quickly flipped through it.

She has some ideas these days and has been researching and searching.

After turning to a certain page, she stopped and read carefully word by word.

He returned to the table and continued the experiment.

Half an hour passed and she didn't feel tired at all.

Suddenly, a rabbit in a separate cage on the right squeaked.

Yan Xining turned around, walked to the cage, and gently lifted it up.

It was a female rabbit with a bulging belly. It looked restless and seemed like it was about to give birth.

Yan Xining carefully placed the rabbit on a soft mat beside him and assisted.

Judging from her skillful appearance, it was obvious that this was not her first time.

Finally, one baby rabbit after another was born. Yan Xining quickly wiped the baby rabbits clean with cotton cloth and placed them next to the mother rabbit.

She picked up one of them, pierced the legs and feet of a little rabbit with a silver needle, and then put it back.

He took the silver needle back to the table, picked up some powder from a jar of green powder and put it into a small porcelain bowl, poured in the water from the bottle on the right, and then put the silver needle in.

Her brows furrowed, then quickly relaxed and a look of joy appeared on her face.

She put away the things on the table and locked the door. There was clean water and a towel on the stone table in the yard. She washed her hands, went back to her room to change her clothes, and then left immediately.

But this time he was not going out, but going directly to Qiyunyuan.

Qiyunyuan study.

Chu Jinxun silently threw a piece of paper into the fire.

The flames swept across, making his face flicker.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his heart and an itchy throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He turned pale.

The poison hadn't recurred for such a long time. Last night, he meditated and regulated his breathing, and circulated his internal energy.

If he could break through on his own, he wouldn't need a miracle doctor. He could use his own skills to force the poison out.

He had been practicing martial arts secretly since he was ten years old. By the age of fifteen, when he had made some progress in his internal strength, he was always thinking about forcing out the poison.

But the poison was too overbearing.

The Taichu Hunyuan Jin technique he practiced consisted of ten levels, and he was only at the eighth level. His internal energy could flow through his body, but it couldn't expel the poison from his womb. Sometimes, if he expelled it too hard, the poison would still have the ability to strike back.

Of course, it was also because of practicing this technique that he was able to control his own pulse and breath, making it impossible for the imperial physician to detect any clues when taking his pulse.

Or maybe the imperial physician's medical skills were not up to par.

After all, when he was unconscious, the Taichu Hunyuan Jin would automatically protect his body, which was the same as the result of the imperial physician's pulse diagnosis.

However, Yan Xining found out from taking his pulse that he was poisoned rather than suffering from congenital weakness.

Later he tried it several times, but the disguise of Taichu Hunyuan Jin was useless in front of Yan Xining.

Maybe it’s because I haven’t reached the tenth level of perfection yet.

He took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and began to practice Taichu Hunyuan Jin again.

After a while, he was sweating profusely and looked very weak.

However, over the years, he hadn't given up when faced with difficulty. Even when it was extremely difficult, he persisted. Even if he only forced out a little bit each time, he believed that over time, he would be able to force out all the poison.

Others say there is a miracle doctor in the world; Yan Xining says she can cure it.

Chu Jinxun believed it, but he never placed his hopes on others.

If he can do it himself, he is willing to put in more effort to do it instead of waiting for others to help him.

Some more blood flowed from the corner of his lips.

But after about a quarter of an hour, his discomfort eased.

Finally, he opened his eyes, let out a long breath, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.

Looking at the bright red blood, he began to laugh at himself.

Sometimes the blood is fake. It is a small pill specially developed by Lin He for him. When he puts it in his mouth, he can spit out blood.

But now it seems that vomiting blood is not easy?

He stood up and felt that his clothes were soaked with sweat and he was shivering all over.

This is the aftereffect of forcing out the poison.

Having finished dealing with the matters here, he did not stay any longer. He left the study and returned to the bedroom, but his steps were a little unsteady and he unconsciously wrapped his clothes around himself.

Jingfeng understood it immediately and quickly went to his bedroom.

When he walked into the bedroom, there were already three pots of charcoal fire burning inside, and the top-quality silver frost charcoal was burning red.

It is already late spring, and he still needs charcoal fire to keep warm, which is unique.

His bedroom has one bright room and two dark rooms.

"Master, would you like to take a bath?"

Chu Jinxun nodded.

Jingfeng walked into the bedroom on the right, took out a large bathtub, placed it in front of the window, and then quickly walked into the small kitchen.

The small kitchen was not used for cooking, but for keeping hot water boiling all the time. After Chu Jinxun practiced his skills, he would feel as cold as if he had entered an ice cellar, and he would need to bathe in hot water to ward off the cold.

Chu Jinxun's body was shaking.

Jingfeng had quickly prepared the hot water and moved a charcoal basin to the bottom of the bucket. The iron sheet at the bottom of the bucket would continue to heat the water.

Jingfeng came over and helped him into the bathtub.

He waved his hand: "I can do it myself!"

Jingfeng obeyed the order and left, closing the door.

Chu Jinxun hung the clothes on the rack next to him and couldn't wait to dive into the hot water.

When the warm water wrapped around his whole body, he felt so comfortable that he almost made a sound.

so comfy!

But as he sat in the bathtub, the hot water, which was originally scalding, suddenly cooled down.

Fortunately, the fire in the charcoal basin below was burning very brightly, and the temperature slowly rose again.

Jingfeng stood in the yard and heard a burst of light footsteps.

He raised his head and saw Yan Xining approaching hurriedly but briskly: "Where's Chu Jinxun?"

Jingfeng pointed to the bedroom: "The master is in there!"

Yan Xining responded and walked over immediately.

Jingfeng took a look and waved his hand. He evacuated all the people in the dark corners of the yard and he himself walked out. For a moment, the huge yard was empty again.