The prime minister saw the prophets come in, and he stood up busyly, using a hoarse throat like a roll on the sand:
"Emperor auspicious."
The two crying two aunts were shocked, and they leaned down with busy brushing, and there were uncontrollable tears on their faces, choked with a bit: "The emperor is auspicious."
"You two retreat first." The prophets gently ordered. The two aunts glanced at each other, dare not say anything, and stepped back in three steps and two steps.
With the white fish belly in the sky, Hua Xuanyuan saw the prime minister. A face is not as close to transparent than being pale, and the whole body shakes. Compared with Xun Hua, it is a world.
It's the extreme. Watching Huaxuan's circles continuously reddish.
I ran forward and ran a few times to help the prime minister. Gently opened my lips and screamed: "Daddy."
"Lie down quickly, you will be exempted from the etiquette of your illness." Although the prophet is a pretty exaggerated person, it is definitely a good emperor if you are serious.
Put the medicine box aside, and the prophet asked softly: "Dare to ask where the prime minister was injured."
"Wechen's panic, how can the emperor look at Weichen?" The prime minister asked the prophet so much, took a cold breath, and retreated a little bit, but who knew the wound.
A huge hoe.
"Dad, don't worry, he is the master of his daughter, his medical skills are very good, and people are very good. Dad should not worry about it. Tell your daughter, where is the injury."
The prime minister looked at the prophet's eyes without the slightest superior, and when he heard Hua Xuanyuan said so, he helplessly let go of his right shoulder.
The prophet did not say much. He walked to the prime minister in front of the prime minister and frowned to check the injuries of the prime minister.
However, the more you look, the tighter the frown. He whispered in his mouth and murmured again and again: "No, no."
Looking at the prophet's appearance, Hua Xuanyuan only felt that one heart was stunned, and asked, "Why is it wrong? Master, what's going on?"
"Prime Minister." The prophet did not answer the question of Hua Xuanyuan directly, but turned to ask to ask the Prime Minister: "Is there any other wound on your body?"
"No more." The prime minister answered is very fast.
"It's strange, it's so strange." The prophet squeezed the chin slightly. "According to the wound of the prime minister, even if this wound is deep, it is not so state. This is really impossible to explain."
The prophet said that he stretched out his hand and stroked a few acupoints on the prime minister. After a while, he suddenly looked up.
I saw in the center of the prime minister's right arm, a dark red dot suddenly flashed. The unique red ones made people chill.
The prophet turned around a silver needle from the medicine box, picked a drop of blood from the injured wound of the prime minister with the silver needle, and gently dripped it on the small dot in the middle of the right arm of the prime minister.
It's like in the blink of an eye, this red dot is like life, and the blood vessels on the arm become several, followed by dozens of.
This spotted Yin Hong expanded and dispersed at a speed of speed, such as the flowers at night, blooming, the bigger and bigger, and gradually condensed into a weird totem, like a modern tattoo, the entire right arm of the prime minister.
"Ding dong." The silver needle in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the prophet staggered back two steps. Hua Xuanji reacted in surprise and hurriedly helped him to prevent him from falling.
"Sure enough, it's her." After taking a deep breath, the prophet took a long time to react: "Prime Minister, let me ask you, is it true that every time you have a flesh wound and bleed, your body will feel like it's been
What does it feel like to be bitten by thousands of bugs?”
"yes."
"When did that start?" The prophet suddenly lost his composure and almost threw himself in front of the prime minister. It seemed as if he had received some important information.
This time, it was the prime minister's turn to remain silent, and he lowered his head deeply, as if thinking about something. After a long time, he quickly raised his head and looked straight at Hua Xuanji with a pair of slightly narrowed eyes.
Hua Xuanji felt a little chilled by the Prime Minister's eyes, and pointed a finger at herself: "Me?"
The prime minister slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the prophet, "If I remember correctly, it should be after meeting her mother."
"Her mother! What does she look like? She has a bright red flower between her eyebrows. She likes to wear red clothes!"
"That's right. But..." The prime minister lowered his head deeply: "She is already dead."
"How did you die?" The prophet seemed to be asking questions.
"Sudden illness, not even the body was left." The prime minister took a deep breath, with deep sadness in his eyes.
Hua Xuanji on the side was a little stunned!
Her mother? Hua Xuanji listened to the words of the prime minister and the prophet, and Hua Xuanji was a little ignorant.
When I came here, I knew that my mother had been dead for a long time. What does this mean when I mention it today? Moreover, when I saw the prophet's expression, he seemed to be very anxious.
Hua Xuanji gently pinched her chin and stared at the strange red mark, lost in thought. There must be a lot of secrets in it.
The prophet did not ask any more questions, but quickly changed the topic. After prescribing a medicine for the butler to fry, he helped the prime minister bandage the wound and gave a few words to make sure the prime minister had no other important matters. He winked.
Zhuhua Xuanji walked out.
Hua Xuanji didn't ask too much, but just followed the prophet obediently. When the two of them reached a remote and uninhabited place, Hua Xuanji stopped. She took a step forward and walked to the prophet's door.
before.
"If you have anything to say, just say it here, there's no one here."
The prophet's eyes were a little dim. He raised his head and looked directly into Shang Hua Xuanji's eyes: "Actually, I didn't know how to do medicine at the beginning."
"Ah?" Hua Xuanji was confused by his words. Shouldn't they explain the issue about her mother here?
However, Hua Xuanji vaguely felt that the prophet must tell her more, so she did not interrupt specifically.
"All living things must be attacked and defeated. I have peerless medical skills, which means that someone must have a shocking poison." Taking a long breath, the prophet gently reached out and patted Hua Xuanji's shoulder,
A pair of eyes looks at the dim lights in the distance:
"My medical skills were learned from a secluded immortal on the top of Tianshan Mountain. When the immortal taught me medical skills, he also taught a woman the art of poisoning."
"And that woman is my mother, right?" Hua Xuanji stepped forward, looked at the prophet blankly, and asked.