Feng Qingcheng looked at him with a low look, but did not say anything, but wrapped the wound that Mo Zhi had applied to him in pure white cloth, very careful.

"The poison of Canglan is colorless and odorless, and it makes people unable to prevent it, but it is not hungry. Isn't it easy to be prepared for it? Brother, do you still remember what method can prevent it from being poisoned?"

"There is no better anti-virus than silver needles, but the poison of Canglanhua is too strong, and what is needed is the golden needle test," Simonro smiled deeply and looked at Feng Qingcheng: "Is it?"

"Senior brother still remembers..." Feng Qingcheng smiled and looked at the white cloth beside him. "There are not many white cloths that bandage the wounds. Senior brother is busy with his own body first. I'll find someone to get some."

When Feng Qingcheng left, Simonro immediately put down the wooden bowl in his hand, came to the rear window quickly and silently, and knocked it lightly twice, and a thin slit was immediately opened in the back.

"Master."

"You find the little girl next to Feng Qingcheng and find out the recipe for the muni soup she has in her hand. Remember, don't alert the snake."

"yes……"

...

In the steaming mud soup, Mo Zhi leaned up against the edge of the bathtub, and his face was already a little rosy.

Simonro squatted underground, fiddling with the light fire under the bathtub, his eyes extremely deep and he couldn't see the background color clearly.

Feng Qingcheng sprinkled the herbs in his hands into the bathtub from time to time and gently stirred them with his hands.

"Senior brother, the water temperature of Muni Soup should not be too high. If it is too high, the medicinal properties will be destroyed. If it is too low, the medicinal properties cannot be fully utilized."

Simonro's eyes flowed over every move of Feng Qingcheng, and said in a deep voice: "It would be great if you could find the warm stone, so you don't have to worry about the water temperature."

"Warm stone?" Feng Qingcheng frowned slightly: "What is it?"

"It is a stone that can naturally emit heat, just like a cold stone..." Simonro's eyes suddenly raised and looked at Feng Qingcheng: "You once said that when you were frozen, you once said a stone that was frozen into the bones, and that should be a cold stone..."

Feng Qingcheng lowered his eyes calmly and continued his movements: "Now that time is tight, how can I get the time to make that warm stone?"

She tried to hit Mo Zhi's wrist, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "The pulse has recovered, and the poison of Cang Lanhua has been expelled. Now, as long as he closes his wound, he can slowly heal."

"That's because of you. If it were you, I'm afraid the senior brother would take action, and it would take some means to heal the prince..."

"Now the prince is not seriously injured, so let's go back. After all, you haven't closed your eyes for a day and a night..."

Simonro pondered for a moment, then nodded and responded: "Well, then you will be more tired yourself... I really feel a little tired with this old bone."

Yanran watched Simonro leave with a smile, Feng Qingcheng's smile slowly solidified, and she retreated expressionlessly.

Mu Chenxiao's figure flashed silently in the room, and his lips curled up with a deep smile: "How come I find that everyone around you, except me, seems to be simple."

"You are not simple either," Feng Qingcheng stirred Mu Ni soup with his hands, "Hid it there, I can't even notice the breath... Have you brought everything I want?"

"That's a must," Mu Chenxiao raised his eyebrows proudly and looked at Feng Qingcheng: "Wife's instructions, how dare I not follow them?"

He raised his hand and took out a jade box the size of a palm in his arms. Under the blurred translucent lid, a small dry dark brown flower could be vaguely seen.

"This is what King Canglan personally gave to me, saying that it was something you specifically told me to ask for... What is this?"

"Canglan flower."

"Cang Lanhua?" Mu Chenxiao's smile suddenly froze: "Isn't this the drug that poisons him? What else do you want him to do?"

"Detoxification..." Feng Qingcheng carefully opened the Canglanhua, raised his hand to pull out the jade hairpin from his head, and crushed the Canglanhua in the jade box: "The toxins of Canglanhua can only be isolated by jade. If a person's skin is stained with Canglanhua, it will also be poisoned. It is just that the time of the poison is determined based on the amount of contamination."

She poured the crushed Canglan flower into Mu Ni soup, causing Mu Chenxiao to frown slightly.

"Are you saving him or killing him?"

"Kill him..." Feng Qingcheng suddenly said seriously: "Didn't you always hate him? You took the opportunity to kill him and said that you had never saved him. Wouldn't it be a complete end?"

"Qingcheng, don't make trouble," Mu Chenxiao's face changed slightly: "Mo Zhi can't die."

"Why? Haven't you always hate him to bother me?" Feng Qingcheng looked at him in a narrow voice: "If he dies, you will have no rivals."

"As soon as Mo Zhi dies, King Canglan will surely be in great destruction. At that time, the only one who inherits the throne will be Mo Tong... At that time, we will find the ancient tribe in the land of Canglan, but it will be difficult."

"Haha..." Feng Qingcheng suddenly laughed and put his hand into Mu Ni Tang: "I thought you hated Mo Zhi so much, and I wish he could die..."

Seeing her hand passing back and forth between the powder of Canglahua, she felt relieved and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aren't you afraid of Cang Lahua's poison?"

"Cang Lahua is the medicine for Mu Ni Tang. Without Cang Lahua, Mu Ni Tang is not holy water, but poisonous water..."

"But just now..." Mu Chenxiao raised his hand and pointed to the direction of the door: "Your senior brother..."

"Without Cang Lahua's Mu Ni Soup, although the toxins are not enough to kill..." Feng Qingcheng looked at Mu Chenxiao with a deep smile, with a hint of narrowness in his eyes: "But it is true that the peeling is peeling..."

...

In the Qing family's courtyard, Qing Rou was kneeling on the ground and crying quietly. In front of her, the old man from Qing family looked at her with a pale face, and the rattan in his hand trembled slightly with the trembling of his arms.

Amid the rapid footsteps, a gray-clad family member walked in quickly: "Old man..."

"How is it?" Old Master Qing suddenly stood up and said nervously: "What's the news in the palace? How is the prince?"

"The prince was finally saved..." The general of the family replied quickly: "Although people are still in a coma now, the Feng girl said that the prince is no longer in danger of life, and she will be fine if she sleeps for a while."

"Thank God," Mr. Qing suddenly fell heavily on the chair, feeling weak all over: "Fortunately there is no danger, no danger..."

"Grandpa," Qingrou's eyes cried like walnuts: "Can I go and see the prince?"
Chapter completed!