Although Song Qinghuan didn't put it too bluntly, it was almost the same.
Although Princess Rouzhen is a girl, she didn't have much reaction when she heard these words.
Although there are many rules in the harem, there are no fewer dirty things than outside.
Hearing this, Song Qinghuan gave Song Qinghuan a look: "Is it easy to vomit blood if you overdo it?"
"That's how serious it is." Song Qinghuan kept talking nonsense with his eyes open.
The two girls discussed this issue in front of Xiao Mu without any reservation, and did not think about how the sleepy Xiao Mu would feel when he heard this.
However, Song Qinghuan just said it casually to bluff Princess Rouzhen. Even if she was really overly in love and her waist was empty, she would not be like King Yu, who vomited stinky blood and fell into a coma.
She moved a embroidered pillow and sat beside the bed, took Xiao Mu's hand out from under the quilt, put her fingertips on the pulse, and carefully checked the pulse.
His brows furrowed as soon as he felt his pulse.
Even though Song Qinghuan's medical skills were only half a bucket of water, he was not far behind in taking pulses.
Xiao Mu's pulse was so messy that if he didn't distinguish it carefully, he wouldn't be able to braid it at all.
This was the first time Song Qinghuan encountered such a pulse, which was a bit novel.
Before his fingers left the pulse, he raised his eyes and was about to ask Princess Rouzhen a few words. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he pressed slightly with his fingertips, continued for one breath, and then let go.
After doing this three times, he took back his hand and his face became even more solemn.
Seeing her face getting worse and worse, Princess Rouzhen didn't dare to speak. It wasn't until she stopped her hand that she asked, "What's going on?"
Song Qinghuan said: "No."
After saying that, he stood up again and was about to go outside when he suddenly stopped and told Princess Rouzhen: "Go downstairs and help me get the silver needle from Taxue."
Rouzhen had the body of a princess and was favored by Emperor Chengxing. Except for the masters in the palace, no one dared to order her to do things.
In the past, Song Qinghuan would have been more or less concerned about Rouzhen's status as a princess, but now she was angry in her heart and did so on purpose.
Princess Rouzhen didn't know what she was thinking, but she just made up her mind first, so she didn't show any pretense, and she really held up her skirt and went downstairs.
Song Qinghuan always carried all the silver needles he used with him, so Rouzhen's trip was in vain.
When she left and came back, Song Qinghuan had already cut off Xiao Mu's clothes and pricked him with silver needles everywhere, like a hedgehog.
Hearing the footsteps, Song Qinghuan kept moving his hands, lowering his eyebrows and saying, "I'm sorry, I forgot that the silver needle was in my hand."
After being teased by her, Rouzhen turned red with anger. She took a few steps forward and was about to curse. But when she raised her eyes, she saw a bulge on Xiao Mu's chest, which was still faintly visible everywhere on his body.
move.
I was startled for a moment, took a few steps back, and asked in a panic: "What on earth is this?"
"Insect." Song Qinghuan used a silver needle to block the movement of the thing, and then guided it to Xiao Mu's arm.
Seeing that the thing couldn't run around anymore, he put away all the silver needles.
Song Qinghuan said: "It's a Gu insect."
As soon as she entered the room and smelled the stench of blood, she felt something was wrong. Later, she felt Xiao Mu's pulse and saw that he looked very bad, so she guessed it might be a poisonous insect.
So I tried the method taught by my master, but to my surprise, it turned out to be true.
"Gu worm?" Princess Rouzhen turned pale with fright.
Xiao Mu's illness came on quickly and urgently, and the doctor was at a loss what to do. Everyone thought he had been infected by a strange poison, but no one thought that it was actually a poison.
For many years in the Central Plains, talk about the art of witchcraft and poison has changed. Since the previous dynasty, the government has banned anyone from using the art of witchcraft and poison. The same is true in Dali.
It's not for anything else, just because this thing is extremely poisonous.
Princess Rouzhen has never really understood witchcraft, and like others, she feels fear when talking about witchcraft.
Song Qinghuan had only heard about it from his master, and now it was the first time he saw a real Gu insect.
For a moment, I felt that my mood was very complicated. I was eager to give it a try, but also a little worried. What if my lack of academic prowess really killed Xiao Mu?
Song Qinghuan was not sure about herself, but Rouzhen was convinced by her and said quickly: "Since you know it's a bug, you must know how to cure it."
Before Song Qinghuan could speak, she put her hat on again: "I knew that if I invited you to come, it would definitely work. Those doctors are not even half as good as you."
Song Qinghuan put away the silver needle and grinned at Princess Rouzhen: "You think highly of me."
"Although I know it's a poisonous insect, I don't know what kind of poison it is, let alone whether it can be cured."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to cover Xiao Mu with the brocade quilt, and then said, "It's just that I won't die for a while."
Song Qinghuan really didn't know what kind of bug Xiao Mu was dealing with. He said it lightly, but his heart was heavy.
After taking one look at Princess Rouzhen, the two of them walked outside side by side.
The concubine who was waiting for Xiao Mu was waiting outside the door. When he saw the two people coming out, he hurriedly came forward with a look of worry on his face: "Miss Song, can you tell what kind of illness the prince has?"
Song Qinghuan glanced at the woman and saw her worried expression, shaking her head: "No."
Seeing that there was no solution for Xiao Mu's illness, Princess Rouzhen couldn't help but feel depressed.
Seeing the woman biting her lip and looking like she was about to cry, she immediately cheered up and comforted her: "Huizhu, don't worry, the great emperor has his own destiny, and everything will be fine for sure."
Seeing that Song Qinghuan looked like she didn't want to stay any longer, she added, "I'll send Miss Song out, and the eldest brother will leave it to you, Huizhu."
The woman named Huizhu nodded with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of affection. She glanced sideways at Xiao Mu who was lying in the room, and responded in a soft voice: "Princess, don't worry, Huizhu will definitely take good care of the prince."
Huizhu was born petite and spoke in a gentle and gentle manner. Even the tears in her eyes made her feel somewhat protective.
Song Qinghuan actually thought of the Xu family who had several miscarriages for Xiao Mu.
After leaving Xiao Mu's attic with Princess Rouzhen, she curiously asked: "What is the origin of this Huizhu? Isn't Princess Yu the Xu family? I see you are somewhat polite to her like that."
Princess Rouzhen was still immersed in the fact that Xiao Mu was poisoned. She didn't reply when she heard the words. She only turned to Song Qinghuan and asked solemnly: "Can the poison in the eldest brother be cured?"
Song Qinghuan knew that Xiao Mu's life and death would have a big or small impact on the court, and he didn't hide it from her at the moment: "It's hard to say now. I have to find out what kind of poison he has so that I can prescribe the right medicine."
Without waiting for Rouzhen to answer, she repeated the question she just asked: "Who is this Huizhu? Why are you so confident in leaving Prince Yu to her care?"
