The sun was setting in the west, and Mu Yunhan woke up from his drowsiness.
Gu Fenglin was lying next to her, sleeping deeply. A ray of sunlight fell on his pillow. From her perspective, his skin was pale to transparent.
Mu Yunhan got off the bed lightly and walked outside.
Black Dot and Tiger were lying down at the door and taking a nap. When they saw her, they stood up and stared at her closely.
Mu Yunhan knelt down, patted the heads of the two little things comfortingly, and whispered: "You are all meritorious."
Jinxiu had been standing guard outside, lowering her voice and saying, "This slave is waiting for Madam to wash herself."
Mu Yunhan nodded and whispered: "Invite Gu Changqing to the flower hall."
After she finished packing, Gu Changqing came.
Mu Yunhan handed his hand to him: "Diagnose my pulse."
Gu Changqing was a little surprised, but he didn't ask any more questions. He held his breath and concentrated on diagnosing the pulse.
After a long time, he asked Mu Yunhan very carefully: "What do you want to see, madam?"
Mu Yunhan said: "What did you see?"
Gu Yilan said she was poisoned and her blood was useless.
She used to have fever and headache, but now she has no abnormality at all.
You probably can't see anything, right?
She was thinking this in her heart, but she still held on to the ten thousandth hope that there would be a turn for the better.
Gu Changqing became more and more cautious: "Madam, I can't see anything. I can only see that you are a little weak, have insufficient energy and blood, and are overly worried."
As expected... Mu Yunhan smiled and changed the subject: "Tell me about your grief."
Originally she thought this topic would be relatively easy, but Gu Changqing was so frightened that she stood up suddenly.
Mu Yunhan's heart was beating wildly, and she always felt that something was not good. She clenched her fists and said calmly: "The steel balls of the Soul-Searching Claw carry a poison. What kind of poison is that? Don't try to hide it from me, otherwise, in the future, you will
Don’t even think about eating the food from our kitchen.”
Gu Changqing, like the medical elder, is a glutton for delicious food. Hearing this, he immediately grimaced: "I'm not sure about this yet."
Mu Yunhan said: "Everyone in the world can not know, but I must not know."
She was mentally prepared for the worst: "Just tell me, I can bear it."
Gu Changqing quickly ran over and looked at the door. After closing the door, he came over and whispered: "I saw that the poison was similar to the poison that Master Jiu and A Yuan were poisoned back then."
Mu Yunhan felt out of breath: "Why do you say they are similar? Is there anything different?"
Gu Changqing said: "The ingredients are similar, but the concentration is higher."
He sighed: "Madam, please come with me."
The mice were still kept in the dungeon. The dungeon was not breached on the night of the turmoil, and they were saved without being frightened.
Mu Yunhan came here once a few days ago and the breeding was very good, but this time the number was much smaller.
She frowned: "What's going on?"
Gu Changqing sighed and opened a large ice cauldron in the corner of the room: "Madam, please take a look."
It was full of white rat corpses, all of which were in a hideous and miserable state of death. Not only were their orifices bleeding, but many of them had their skin ruptured, exposing the purple-red muscles inside.
"In the past, whether the white rats were fed with Jiu Ye's blood or A Yuan's blood, the attacks never occurred so quickly and violently.
If there is any difference, it is that the internal organs have not swelled and rotted, and at the same time, their muscles and blood vessels have become thicker.
In my opinion, this should be because some kind of power in the body grew too fast, and the white rat's body was too weak to bear it."