The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 252, Beauty Xianggong Poisons

   "You can discuss things in the city, and if you really can't decide, you can find me. As for the lord."

  Song Jingchen turned his eyes to look at Doctor Fang, and cupped his hands: "My lord, there is Doctor Labor Fang here."

   "Don't dare to be, this old man will do his best." Doctor Fang waved his hands again and again, avoiding a few steps in fear and daring not to accept Song Jingchen's salute. Others don't know who this is, could he still not know?

   He now has a handful of old bones left, and he is really afraid that he will lose his life. After all, even the prince is respectful in front of this person, and he never dared to make nonsense.

  It wouldn't help if everyone stayed here. The generals quickly said goodbye and left, and Steward Wan followed to send a few people out of the house.

  Doctor Fang stepped forward to check Shangguanhan's pulse again, and the pulse was the same as before, at least it means that Shangguanhan has no worries about his life.

   He hesitated for a moment and said, "Young Master Shen, this old man wants to take some of the prince's blood back to see if he can prepare an antidote."

   Song Jingchen glanced at the inkstone platform, and the inkstone platform immediately went to prepare.

   Without the need for Doctor Fang to do anything, Yantai made a cut on Shangguanhan's wrist and took a small cup of blood for him.

   Doctor Fang hurriedly took it and wrapped up Shangguan Han before leaving.

  There were only Song Jingchen, Shen Yijia and Yantai left in the room for a while.

  Song Jingchen stepped forward and probed Shangguan Han's breath, although it was light, at least there was.

   "Master, our lord is him." Yantai said worriedly.

  Song Jingchen frowned and looked at Yantai: "After I left yesterday, did he still eat?"

  Yantai looked at Shen Yijia with a complicated expression when she thought of yesterday, it was true that this lady was too cruel.

   He can see clearly at the door, so remember to keep it firm.

   was about to shake his head to say no, but a flash in his mind suddenly made him hurriedly said, "After you left yesterday, I poured a cup of tea for the lord to rinse his mouth.

   Afterwards, the prince kept complaining about his stomach pain, so I helped him go back to the room to rest.

   Until this morning, I saw that the prince was late to get up and went in to call him, whoever thought about it would not be able to wake up. "

   As he said that, Yantai's eyes turned red again. Why was his prince's life so hard? This year, he made up for the hardships he had not suffered in the past fifteen years.

  Song Jingchen rubbed his forehead: "Is that tea still there?"

   "No. But the lord accidentally spilled the tea on him at the time, and I didn't have time to take the clothes to wash them." Without waiting for Song Jingchen's order, Yantai ran out directly, and came in with a robe in his hand after a while.

  Song Jingchen took it and glanced at it, it was indeed what Shangguan Han wore yesterday.

   He tore off the piece of cloth stained with tea, and threw the clothes back to the inkstone: "It was burned in this room."

  Inkstone is busy.

   Back in the yard, Shen Yijia thought that Song Jingchen would immediately call Mo Yuan to check whether the tea stain on the cloth was poison from Wangyousan.

   But he didn't want him to directly bring a fire stick and burn it.

   Then he picked up the book and read it like a normal person.

  Shen Yijia scratched his head, feeling that his mind was full of mucus, and he couldn't understand what he meant at all.

   She only knew that Song Jingchen couldn't care less about Shangguanhan's life or death, otherwise he wouldn't come to Xunyang.

   Is he doing this now because he doesn't want to worry about himself, so he deliberately acts calm?

   "Master, drink tea." Shen Yijia poured a cup of tea and handed it over, carefully watching his expression.

  Song Jingchen glanced at her, took the teacup, took a sip, put the teacup aside and continued to bury his head in reading.

  Shen Yijia:

  Very good, this is Song Jingchen.

   She turned her head and glanced at the old lady who was sweeping outside, picked up the feather duster as if nothing had happened, and began to sweep dust all over the room.

  Starting from the corners and corners, then to the table, sweeping and sweeping to Song Jingchen's side.

   "Raise your leg."

   "Yes, hand, raise your hand too."

   "Ass, move your ass, there is dust on the stool."

   Watching Shen Yijia slap the feather duster all over her body, Song Jingchen's forehead jumped, and he suspected that this girl really wanted to sweep him.

   Shen Yijia has been secretly watching Song Jingchen's reaction out of the corner of her eye, and she was relieved to see that he didn't look like a wooden stake.

  Dahua said it. When you're in a bad mood, you can't hold it back by yourself, you have to let it out, or you won't be able to hold it back.

   "Why do you think there's so much dust in this house? The old lady who is swept must be lazy. I'll have to talk about them later." Shen Yijia waved the feather duster in a random manner, muttering incessantly with her small mouth.

  Song Jingchen twitched the corners of his mouth, reaching out to block the chicken feathers that almost hit his face.

   took Shen Yijia's hand and took away the feather duster in her hand with the other hand, and pulled the person into his arms: "Just say what you want to say."

  Shen Yijia moved her buttocks to find a comfortable place to sit, and then she smiled at Song Jingchen: "Actually, I can."

   "No need." Before Shen Yijia could finish speaking, Song Jingchen interrupted her directly, staring into her eyes and saying word by word, "Wangyou San, there is no antidote."

  It is unusual for a long-lost poison to suddenly appear frequently in Xunyang.

   In addition, the young lady Mo Yuan was talking about knew that she was not an ordinary person, and she was willing to teach her how to make poison. She must trust her. If the poison had a solution, she would not just not teach her how to detoxify.

Since    has not been taught, it means that the antidote for this poison may not exist at all.

  The person who took out this poison now must think the same, if this girl really detoxifies the poison, it may attract that person's attention.

   Now he doesn't even know who the other party is or what power he has, so how could he let Shen Yijia take risks.

not to mention.

   Song Jingchen's lips curled into a sneer.

   Shen Yijia didn't know what Song Jingchen was thinking, so she pouted and wanted to refute.

   At this moment, Mo Yuan, who was dressed in men's clothes, walked in and saw her young lady sitting on her uncle's lap, which was considered outrageous, but her face still remained calm.

   She folded her fist towards Song Jingchen and said expressionlessly, "Uncle, the blood in Doctor Fang's hand has been replaced."

  Song Jingchen nodded to indicate that he understood, and Mo Yuan turned around without saying a word.

  Shen Yijia: ? ? ? ?

   Good guy.

  I didn’t let her monitor anyone without her consent before.

  It's better now, both of them started smuggling behind her back.

   The most important thing is that she doesn't understand what the two of them mean at all.

   "What kind of blood? Shangguan Han's? You asked Mo Yuan to exchange blood for Doctor Fang, how do you research the antidote?" With Song Jingchen around, Shen Yijia always asked if she didn't understand.

   After all, with such a think tank by her side, what does she do to think about things that she cannot understand at all.

  Song Jingchen looked at her confused face and felt amused. He held down her writhing body and whispered something in her ear.

  Shen Yijia first felt itchy ears and wanted to laugh, but when she heard what Song Jingchen said, her eyes widened in disbelief.

   Since Shangguanhan's poison was given by the beauty Xianggong?

   (end of this chapter)