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"Although zuiyue is not often known, most of them died and lost consciousness after taking it, so it seems that she may not feel pain, but was paralyzed by zuiyue."

Xu Youwei said so earnestly with Duan Chengyu.

And he also asked ruoli to take the ancient book that recorded Zui Xue. Although it was a long time ago, it was Qingming. Duan Chengyu rubbed his forehead with a headache. Qi Rou, who had just entered the mansion, was calm: "this is what the world is looking for. This is..."

"So it's more like a life saver." Xu Youwei was shocked. Unfortunately, his medical skills were not excellent. He could not pry into the mystery. He could only touch his chin and said, "and now she can't remember what happened in those days. Maybe it has something to do with it."

"Is there an antidote for drunk snow?" Qi Rong asked.

"Zui Xue is not a real poison. As long as she doesn't touch it, nothing will happen. But if she takes it, most people are already dead. It's lucky that she can still live." Xu Youwei shook his head, and then opened a prescription to recuperate himself: "just now King Jing is in a hurry. I haven't given him this prescription yet."

"I'll give it to Uncle Huang later. If you leave, I'll send Dr. Xu back to the hospital. Don't let anyone know." Duan Chengyu takes down the prescription and orders.

Xu Youwei bows his hand slightly and follows ruoli away.

At the same time, in the room, Gu Mingyan leaned against the side of the bed and played with the wood carving in his hand. Duan Chengxuan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her: "you know that drunk snow can disturb your mind, and you know that this can make you forget the pain."

"Naturally, I have seen this ancient book at Mr. Xu's house." Gu Mingyan raised his eyebrows, kneaded the scar that had been scratched on his arm subconsciously, and said in a low voice: "but that day I cut the skin and let the toxin flow into the body. The wound at that time was dull and painful, and the wound after that was rarely felt."

"Why do you sleep more recently?"

"I don't feel pain, and naturally I don't feel tired, so I always feel uncomfortable when I go to sleep." Gu Mingyan calmly raised his eyebrows, stuffed the woodcarving into his purse and said, "I should have been ready to make such a decision. You don't have to blame yourself."

"Hardly a day has passed since you married me." Duan Chengxuan raised his hand and held his forehead: "even the wife and wife of common people can get half a minute of leisure..."

Hearing this, Gu Mingyan couldn't help laughing and said, "I didn't expect Prince Jing to be so sad. I'm afraid this injury can't compare with the one you suffered on the battlefield."

As if stuck in the throat, Duan Chengxuan was looking over his head and saw her heartless smile. His heart sank a lot, and he just reached out to hold her cold hand: "you always have a reason."

He took his hand out and Gu Mingyan waved: "I just don't like people to sympathize with me. Even if I don't have a clear consciousness, I should know that all the things I did in that year were from my own heart. In this case, why should I regret it?"

So said, Gu Mingyan climbed to the edge of the bed and sat with him: "I want to go back to the medicine house now."

Duan Chengxuan was silent for a long time. He asked people to find ghosts to take her back to the medicine house. When he left, Gu Mingyan even patted him on the chest, with a light smile on his face: "even if I was a doctor in the palace for a few days, I can accept it. In the future, don't force myself to be in trouble with me."

Without waiting for Duan Chengxuan's answer, she has already rushed to the ghost's side, raised her head slightly and asked the ghost about Qingze and Yize, and what kind of person her mother yunwan is.

Looking at their background, Duan Chengxuan sighs heavily.

Duan Chengyu hands the prescription to Duan Chengxuan and asks, "she always believes in ghosts. Don't you get angry like that, uncle Huang?"

"Ghosts are worth it." Duan Chengxuan shook his head, patted Duan Chengyu on the shoulder and left, saying, "send someone to the medicine house. Don't let the third prince disturb you. If the third prince comes to visit these days, he will refuse to deal with your marriage with the king."

Duan Chengyu thought that uncle Huang meant that he was not ready to cooperate with the third prince these days and left.

Duan Chengxuan returns to the room and looks at a marriage contract in the bamboo tube. Finally, she knows the purpose of Dongfang Xuaner - to be his princess Jing.

But he had already given Mr. Huang the answer.

……

"Chengxuan said so?" Duan Cong smashed the empty medicine bowl on the table.

"That's what his Highness Prince Jing said!" Huang Gonggong knelt on the ground trembling like chaff, and repeated the words and sentences Duan Chengxuan said: "Your Highness Prince Jing said that she is the only one in this life, even if she marries other women, she will only be a concubine all her life."

Duan Cong's face was cold again, and his fingertips tapped on the table to make a sound of benediction.

Duke Huang held his breath and did not dare to go out. The empress Dongfang, who was sitting beside him, carefully added a cup of green tea and handed it to Duan Cong: "the emperor doesn't need to be angry. Although Xuaner is the eldest daughter of Dongfang, she is devoted to the king Jing, even if she is a concubine."

Duan Cong glanced at her coldly and said in a deep voice, "if so, Xuaner and the official woman would be allowed to enter the mansion as concubines, but they would not even choose a good day."

Dongfang hurriedly lowered his head and called for the emperor's forgiveness. Duke Huang here is even more big: "I'll arrange it now..."

"Send those two girls to Prince Jing's mansion today!" Duan Cong waved the official documents from the desk and left angrily.

Empress Dongfang slowly got up from the ground. Duke Huang wiped the sweat on his forehead and said busily, "empress Dong's mother is still in a good mood to have a rest these days, the Emperor..."

"I know. Thank you for your advice." Dongfang said gently, leaving with the palace girl around her. When she left the imperial study, her face became cold and her back was straight. The little eunuch behind hurriedly came forward: "the eldest lady is having a temper at home."

"Let her make trouble. As long as she can climb the line of Duan Chengxuan, Dongfang family will have a chance to live in the future." Dongfang rubbed his forehead with headache, but didn't notice that the little eunuch passing by had heard these words clearly.

The little eunuch hurried to the deserted cold palace.

Pushing open the heavy door is quite different from the depression outside. All of them are magnificent. There are lots of jewels on the table table, but the eunuchs passing by are all cut their tongues and walk quietly in the palace.

In the room behind the palace, Duan Cong just sits beside the ice coffin, quietly tracing the figure in the ice coffin, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice is a little softer than usual: "Dongfang is really restless?"

The little eunuch quickly repeated what he had just heard.

Duan Cong's eyes are cold, and he shakes his head gently: "even if Chengxuan is the emperor in the future, he can't do it for a few months. Even if Dongfang is dead, he can't imagine that everything is just a rebound."

When the voice fell, the little eunuch was also pulled into the darkness by two arms.

No one saw him again.