Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

The Zhenge Sect was an imperial army directly deployed by the emperor. They had always followed the emperor and only worked for him, they did not listen to his arrangements. This year's commander in chief of the Zhenge Sect was none other than the third son of the emperor, Rong Second Prince.

This person had a lieutenant medallion and claimed to be surnamed Yun, then wouldn't that mean, wouldn't that mean …

The county magistrate felt his hands and feet go numb. He wanted to plop his knees on the ground, but before he could do so, someone stopped him.

He was anxious all the way to the antechamber, but when he heard the purpose of the prince's visit, he was stunned. "Are you looking for Mr.Liu?"

"Yesterday, you captured the murderer. This King also saw it. Where is he?"

"In the guest room, in the guest room." As the county magistrate spoke, he hastily tried to personally call for her.

However, they were stopped by Rong Ling: "Since you're in the guest room, then just go over." As she spoke, she took the lead.

The county magistrate was anxious and doubtful, but he could only follow behind. He did not know that Rong Ling was one of the three people in the Rising Sun Hall after she changed her appearance.

Liu Wei was currently sleeping in her room, sleeping soundly, but at the tip of her nose, he smelt a sticky smell.

She sat up, stupefied, smelling the smell coming from the yard.

Stepping on his shoes, he collapsed. When he arrived at the entrance, he saw a petite figure sitting on a small rock in the courtyard. There was a clay stove placed before it, cooking something.

She lazily strolled over and stuck her head out. "What are you doing?"

Liu Xiaoli was startled by his mother for a moment, then jumped back to crawl into his mother's embrace.

Liu Wei pushed on his forehead in disdain, not letting him near: "Look at your hands, look how black they are, don't come and stain my clothes."

Liu Xiaoli pouted, feeling wronged. "Father, I'm refining medicine, how can I be clean?"

Liu Wei bent over and looked at the black ball in the pot: "What medicine, ink pill?"

It was not just ugly, it was especially ugly! Moreover, if he smelled it, he would definitely die if he ate it.

Liu Wei coughed all over, and rubbed his son's head, unwilling to hit him again, "There is always a process, failure is the mother of all successes."

"Dad, I made it pretty good. If you don't believe me, try it. I made it with the recipe." As he spoke, he scooped up a pill and handed it to his mother.

Liu Wei: "..."

"Dad, try it. Try it."

Liu Wei: "..."

"Father..." The little guy's eyes widened and started blinking. Not long later, his eyes turned red. "Dad, you're not going to eat?"

Liu Wei sighed, and picked it up in the end.

Liu Xiaoli immediately laughed, her bright eyes looking at her mother in anticipation.

Liu Wei placed the pill on the tip of her nose and took a whiff, it was very smelly, opening it was also black, crushing it to take a look, what she pinched was not the medicinal paste, but the medicinal powder, the pill's heat was wrong, it was refined until it was hard, and directly shattered.

"Dad, if you don't eat it, then don't eat it. Why did you pinch it?" I did this all morning! " The little guy clutched his chest in pain as he glared at his mother in complaint.

This is the yamen, there are a lot of people in there. As for the rest, you can give them to the county magistrate and uncles for them to taste, if they don't die, father will eat them again. "

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