Chapter 277
Counting, four years ago, the old disease recurred, and he retired to concentrate on recuperating, but he did not expect that he was poisoned.
"Ben Wang's illness, may the girl be healed?" King Zhennan looked at Murong Xue, his deep eyes flashing darkly.
"Excuse me, what is the poison?" Murong Xue looked at him softly and asked softly.
"Fire poison!" King Zhennan whispered, one word at a time.
Murongxue's eyes were astonished. She had heard of this kind of poison. It was prepared by the people of southern Xinjiang. The drug is extremely toxic. Ordinary people will be poisoned only if they take half a drop. The king of Zhennan is poisoned. It's been a miracle that it has been alive for four years.
"The prince has been attacking poison with poison all these years!"
Zhennan Wang's eyes flashed a little surprise: "How do you know?" He used poison to poison, only the closest people knew, not even the elder brother, the emperor's nephews. I know ...
Murongxue smiled and smiled: "In addition to the fire spot, there is a trace of ice cold on the prince's body. I think that I often take a lot of ice and cold objects to suppress the fire poison!".
The town king's eyes flashed with admiration, it was a smart The little girl: "May the girl get rid of fire poison?"
"Yes." Murongxue nodded and looked faintly: the people of southern Xinjiang are the best at producing and detoxifying, but they can't get rid of this fire poison, which shows that this fire poison is extremely poisonous.
However, the detoxification technique she learned is a fusion of the essence of numerous detoxification methods. Many ancient people have no solution to the highly toxic poison, she can easily remove it.
"Really?" King Zhennan looked at her with a deep shock and disbelief in her eyes.
He has been poisoned for many years, and the poison has gone deep into his heart. He has no hope of getting rid of the fire poison. This other courtyard is his secret healing place. Very few people come. He is alone and quite bored.
When he learned that Gong Qianyu had brought a girl, he was curious for a while, and he came out to look at it. Just now, he just asked casually, but she didn't expect that she would detoxify.
Murong Xue smiled and smiled: "Is it necessary for me to lie to this kind of thing?"
The sharp eyes of the old man burst into a bright light in an instant: "So how can we get rid of the poison of the prince?"
"Help me prepare a pair of silver needles." Murong Xue said lightly.
The old man was stunned: "It's that simple?"
"Of course." Murongxue's mouth curled up with a light smile: she only needed a pair of silver needles to detoxify!
"Wait." The old man returned the letter to the inner courtyard suspiciously. After a while, he took a cloth bag and opened it gently. Rows of different thicknesses and silver needles of different sizes appeared.
The sharp needle tails were in the sun. Reflecting the bright light below.
"My dear, I'm going to start detoxification." Murong Xue looked at the King of Zhennan with a word.
"Good." King Zhennan nodded, took off his coat dignifiedly, and lay in a wheelchair, full of arrogance: the poison that had tortured him for four years could finally be eradicated ... Murongxue walked slowly and solemnly. Going to the king of the town, he picked up a few silver needles and quickly plunged into each of his acupuncture points, twisting gently, and saw the fire spot on his body, quickly condensed to the chest at the speed that human eyes could see, and the muscles all over the body The pulse is as if it was burned by fire, and it hurts sharply!
The green muscles on his forehead burst out, and his tired face was severely twisted. The hands under his sleeves were tightly grasped, and he still couldn't restrain the pain of the heart from flying back and forth in his limbs. ! "
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