At the General's Mansion of Wuwei, Haitang followed Han Zhao back to the yard and asked him to take off his outer clothes first. He looked at the whip on his shoulder, which was quite deep.

It's so cheap.

Haitang complained, but felt distressed: "Young Master, you have shed a lot of blood. I will find a doctor for you."

Han Zhao turned his head and looked at it, saying, "This injury is nothing. You can just get the medicine box and apply trauma medicine."

"Where is the medicine box?"

“Under the bed.”

Haitang crawled on the ground, pulled out a medicine box under the bed, and it was covered with dust. She opened the lid and saw that there were many bottles and jars inside.

"Young Master, these medicines work or not. They look like they have been put on for a long time, so they should have been thrown away long ago."

"These medicines were left by a miracle doctor, and I can't bear to use them on weekdays."

Haitang's eyebrows moved for a moment. There were not many people who could be called miracle doctors in Beijin. Is there any possibility that they were the master of Chongming?

Thinking of this, she began to search carefully and soon found the golden sore medicine. She took it into her hand and continued to flip it down. The name of the medicine was pasted on the bottle, and soon she found a small porcelain bottle with Xiaoyao San written on it.

She couldn't help but breathe, so this box of medicine was indeed left by Master Chongming. Since there is Xiaoyao San, is the antidote also in it?

"Why did you find it for so long?" Han Zhao urged her.

Haitang swallowed nervously and said, "It's almost done."

She calmed down and continued to search, but there were so many medicine bottles and various names, she could not be sure which one was the antidote of Xiaoyao San.

"You move here, I'll find it." Han Zhaodao.

Haitang took a deep breath, buried the golden sore medicine in his hand below, scattered Xiaoyao on it, and then carried it up and placed it on the table in front of Han Zhao.

He went down and found the golden sore medicine.

"No, this is not."

Haitang smiled: "Look at my look."

She took the golden sore medicine and sprinkled some on Han Zhao's wound, then sat back and covered the lid. She glanced at Xiaoyao San on it and her heart turned.

"Young Master, I have always felt weak recently. I guess it was because of insufficient qi and blood. Is there anyone here to replenish qi and blood?"

Han Zhao glanced at her and said, "You can't take medicine indiscriminately."

"Oh." Haitang lowered his head, "After all, it was the medicine left by the miracle doctor. It is really precious. I am a humble person and I don't deserve to take these miracle medicines."

Han Zhao frowned, "I don't mean that."

"Haitang understands."

In the past, Han Zhao would not talk nonsense to Haitang at all, but after returning from Yuzhou and his party, he knew that she really loved her and tried her best to guard her, so he treated her a little differently.

Seeing that Haitang seemed to be sad, Han Zhao sat upright, searched through the medicine box, and found a bottle of ginseng Yangqi pills and handed it to Haitang: "One pill a day, don't eat too much."

Haitang immediately showed joy, "Yes, Mr. Xie."

She took the ginseng pills, pretended to be careless, and fell down, and hurriedly picked it up again, but at this time the ginseng pills in her hand had been replaced with Xiaoyao San.

"Young Master, I'll eat one now."

Han Zhao leaned back, lowered his eyes and said, "Eat."

She poured out a Xiaoyao pill from the porcelain bottle and wanted to do it, but at this time Han Zhao looked up at her. She pursed her lips, but she still said that Xiaoyao King stuffed it into her mouth.

"Well, it's so bitter." As she said that, she swallowed it.

Seeing Haitang frowning bitterly, Han Zhao felt a little cute. He leaned over and pinched Haitang's nose, but accidentally swept to the medicine box. Seeing the medicine bottle containing ginseng pills, he couldn't help but be stunned: "What did you just take?"

Haitang pretended to be puzzled and showed Han Zhao the medicine bottle in his hand.

When Han Zhao saw the name of the medicine on the medicine bottle, he sat up straight, his pupils suddenly tightened, "Xiaoyao San, you took Xiaoyao San!"

Haitang yelled, "It's obviously a ginseng pill. I just...oh, I just fell off just now, and it seems I took it wrong. But what is this Xiaoyao Pill? It should be fine, right?"

Han Zhao widened his eyes and said, "Spit it out!"

"Ah, but I've swallowed it, don't you see it too."

"Spout!"

As he said that, Han Zhao stood up and pressed Haitang's head down hard, "Spout it quickly!"

"I...I can't spit it out!"

Han Zhao stared at Haitang desperately. Seeing that she showed pain, tears fell down, she let go of her hand in panic.

Haitang leaned into Han Zhao's arms weakly. He heard his heart beating in a mess and anxious manner, thinking that he really cared about her, worried, and felt uncomfortable.

This dog is actually sincere!

"This Xiaoyao San will slowly make people become numb, emotionally ill, without joy or sorrow, and then they will be confused about memories, then forget about the past and everyone around them."

Haitang narrowed his eyes and pretended to be scared, "Then...will I forget the young master?"

"meeting."

Haitang shook his head and hugged Han Zhao's waist tightly, "I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that I will live but forget the young master. What should I do? Young Master, you should save me?"

Han Zhao closed his eyes and then breathed a sigh of relief, "You ate this yourself, no wonder anyone!"

After saying that, Han Zhao pushed Haitang away and walked out resolutely.

Haitang was pushed to the arhat bed, and he clapped his palms so much that he was so angry that he sat up, gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth. Xiaoyao San, she really took it. If she couldn't force out the antidote, she would have wasted all her previous efforts and she would have paid for herself.

Han Zhao strode out and walked into the yard. Suddenly, he heard a loud noise. Looking west, he saw black smoke rising and fires soaring into the sky.

He was stunned for a moment, and thought of something, and hurriedly ran to his father's yard.

Han Lin was also shocked and ran out. At this moment, he was looking west, with a very gloomy face.

"Father, is it a Fire Kirin?" Han Zhao ran into the yard and asked.

Han Lin frowned, "With such great power, it can only be the Fire Kirin."

"Someone has successfully refined it!"

Since the fire kilin was leaked, all parties were looking for a recipe for preparing fire kilin and secretly refining this gunpowder.

"But where is the mansion in this direction?"

As soon as Han Zhao finished speaking, a guard ran in and clasped his fists and said, "Report to General, we secretly spys to report, this loud noise was in Duke Anguo's Mansion!"

"Duke Anguo Mansion!" Han Zhao's face showed an incredible look, "He actually took one step ahead of us!"

Duke An Guo and their Wuwei General's Mansion are not the same camp. When it comes to serious action, it will be a hostile relationship between you and you will die.

"Father……"

Han Lin raised his hand and signaled that Han Zhao didn't need to go further, "This matter needs to be investigated again, and it may not be that they have refined the Fire Qilin. Maybe someone is secretly provoking trouble. Let's wait and see if it changes first. After all, it's not only our Wuwei General's Mansion who is staring at the Fire Qilin."

"Then we do nothing?"

Han Zhao narrowed his eyes, "Yan Mu must force him to tell him how to refine the Fire Kirin as soon as possible."

"He has three states in the north and a hundred thousand troops, and the emperor will not easily deal with him. It seems that he has to think of a way to make him fall into our hands."

"He is in the Princess's Mansion, isn't he in our hands?"
Chapter completed!