Ming Ruo opened the lid of the box, and a strong aroma hit her face. She only took one look at it, then closed the lid with a fearful sound, and returned the white jade box to Shen Cong. Ming Ruo originally thought that the person who made this disfigurement ointment was the one who made it. It was just a sinister act, and now it seems like it is simply evil.
Mingruo took out the alcohol cotton ball to wipe her hands and said, "This is the poisonous ointment. After returning this box to them, wash your hands well."
"Um, can this toxin get onto your hands through the box?" Shen Cong suddenly felt that he had a hot potato in his hand.
"That's not the case. It's just that there is something bad in this ointment."
"What...is it?" Shen Cong stuttered.
"You don't want to know." Mingruo waved his hand, indicating that he should return the things quickly.
"Um." Shen Cong took out the handkerchief and wrapped the jade box, "The maid also asked what would happen if a pregnant woman used this ointment."
"If you use it for a short time, the fetus may be disabled after birth. If you use it for a long time, you may suffer from premature aging." Mingruo thought again, "Pregnant women have used this balm for a long time, and it will slip easily. If you have symptoms of miscarriage, it is not recommended to preserve the fetus, because such a child will definitely have defects after birth."
"Oh." Shen Cong nodded repeatedly, "Master, please be careful on the road. I will send them away right away."
"Go ahead and remember to wash your hands." Mingruo lowered the curtain and the carriage drove towards the palace.
Si Haochen looked at the small pile of alcohol cotton on the table and found the ointment more and more strange: "What was mixed in that ointment?"
"Corpse oil." As the heir to a family of mysterious doctors, Mingruo was led by his grandfather to see a lot of 'world', most of which were not pleasant memories.
Among them, there was an evil cult who liked to use corpse oil to light everlasting lamps. The smell left a big psychological shadow on her childhood. Therefore, when she grew up, she went abroad to study and work, away from the old man's inheritance-style teachings. (Destroy) educate (disable).
Si Haochen, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, was also shocked by this answer.
"I think it is necessary to investigate the origin of this ointment. If it is just to disfigure a person's appearance, there is no need to add corpse oil to it. This method is like the method used by evil heretics to control people." Ming Ruo thought. After thinking for a while, he said, "You can't stop using this thing, otherwise it will age rapidly. It can not only control people, but also make money. It's not simple no matter how you look at it."
"Yeah." Si Haochen had been away from the imperial capital for a few months, but he didn't notice such a thing happening, so he quickly summoned secret guards to investigate.
Chunxiang bought poison-removing ointment from a medicine shop, returned to Prince Ping's Mansion, and immediately reported to the Eighth Princess what Doctor Ming said.
"Hahaha, the way of heaven is reincarnation, Wu Ji, a bitch, has her own destiny!" The eighth princess grew up in the palace, and she would not use things given by others casually.
When Wu Ji sent her the beauty cream, she heard from the maid she placed in Wu Ji's yard that Wu Ji also used this beauty cream every day. Moreover, she also smelled the beauty cream on Wu Ji. Fragrance, I just started using it.
Later, the eighth princess used it well and wanted to buy some. However, no rouge shops in the imperial capital had this balm. Zhu Er said that Wu Concubine's cousin bought it from other places. At that time, she and Wu Ji were basically torn apart. I was so embarrassed that I had to give up.
This time, she asked Pearl to steal the beauty cream secretly, just to confirm whether there was something wrong with the beauty cream itself, or whether Wu Ji deliberately added medicine to it to poison her.
"Hmph, no wonder that Wu Ji seems to be living on the couch all the time, and she smokes moxa every now and then. She says the fetus is unstable. It turns out that the crux is here." The eighth princess put the small white jade box on the table, "Let the beads
Please put this beauty cream back properly, don’t delay Concubine Wu’s use.”
When Si Haochen and Mingruo returned to the palace, they did not go to the backyard. They waited in Jia'an Hall for the arrival of King Nanrong Chun.
Just after Si Shi, Steward Zhou came to report: "King Chun of Nan Rong has arrived."
"Invite him in." Si Haochen said solemnly.
I saw a young man walking in wearing a smoky blue brocade robe with a silver hairpin with a moire pattern on his head. He had a handsome and gentle face, and did not have the aura of a military commander at all. With this demeanor, he looked like a gentle and elegant scholar.
However, he was indeed King Chun of Nanrong who became famous in one battle as a young boy and commanded tens of thousands of troops.
The picture of the original owner getting along with the Five Emperors brothers over the years suddenly appeared in his mind. Mingruo only paused for a moment and called out: "Fifth brother."
"Xiao Jiu'er, brother brought you some candy." Yan Zhaobai took out an oil paper bag from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Mingruo.
This familiar tone and movement completely overlapped with the memory of the original owner.
"Is it tangerine peel candy?" Mingruo took the small package.
"Yeah." Yan Zhaobai smiled and nodded.
The girl who used to follow him like a little tail has grown so big in a blink of an eye and is now married. Thinking about the fact that the groom was replaced and buried, I feel like my little cabbage was killed by a pig.
Arched.
"It's my brother's fault. I should have sent you off to get married myself." Yan Zhaobai raised his hand and touched Mingruo's head.
"It's all over, I'm fine now." Ming Ruo felt that if he had given the wedding in person, the fate of the original owner might have been completely different.
Si Haochen: I want to pull this guy’s claws off my wife’s head and chop it off. Is that okay?
"Prince Chun, please take a seat." Si Haochen made a 'please' gesture and said, "Serve tea."
Yan Zhaobai has long admired the name of Prince Donghuan Yun, who was powerful in the four countries. He also became famous at a young age, but this Prince Yun was praised by even his grandfather. However, he may be a good general, but not necessarily a good husband.
He looks pretty good, but due to the malicious propaganda of Empress Dowager Qian, Prince Yun's bad temper has become notorious.
Seeing Brother Cheap and her boyfriend quarreling with each other one after another, Mingruo thought it would be better to get down to business: "Brother Five, why did you come to Donghuan?"
Yan Zhaobai glanced at Si Haochen, and the meaning of "please avoid" was very obvious. But Si Haochen sat there as steady as Mount Tai, and his throne as the number one jealous king in Donghuan could not be shaken.
Mingruo chuckled softly: "Fifth brother, if you have anything to say, it's okay to say it. The prince is one of our own."
Si Haochen was very satisfied with this division, and the expression on his face became much softer.
"Okay." Yan Zhaobai nodded, "I came to Donghuan this time to take you back to Nanrong..."
Si Haochen's eyes suddenly turned evil when he looked at Yan Zhaobai. Is this guy here to steal his wife? If he had known that this was his purpose, he should have beaten him out directly!
Mingruo noticed that her boyfriend's eyes looked like he was about to fight, so she tugged on his sleeves to express his calmness.
Thinking of the news her grandmother had told her before, Mingruo asked, "Did something happen to the concubine?"
