One day after transmigrating, Sang Li Wan became the early-dying cannon fodder in a revenge novel.
To survive, she decided to cling tightly to her villainous husband's thigh and ensure he...
This was the first time he lost his composure like this.
Even if he discovered it in time and retracted the sound, the lingering sound could still linger in his mind for three days.
The little secret guard, who usually had no expression, suddenly blushed.
He subconsciously glanced at Jun Moyi, and seeing that the other party didn't seem to have any blaming expression, he slowly felt relieved.
On the contrary, Shang Zhou was very satisfied with his reaction.
Right, this is how a normal person should react.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Jun Moyi, who was still calm, and then curled his lips in disgust.
This is not a normal person.
However, from Jun Moyi's slightly tightened fist, it can be seen that his heart may not be as calm as he appears.
Yan Hui took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then asked, "Grandpa, are you sure? We've been searching for so long and still have no clue. Is this thing real?"
Yan Hui did not doubt the medical books of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, he just felt that the appearance of this thing was too strange.
Liu Shang poisoned the prince, and Liu Shang's brother brought the antidote to the prince.
No matter how you think about it, this matter feels wrong.
But Shang Zhou had no idea what he was thinking. When he heard this, he immediately became unhappy.
"Boy, are you doubting my medical skills?"
Yan Hui then realized what he had said and quickly shook his head.
"No, no, no, old man, I absolutely did not mean that. I just thought it was strange. That's right, that's it."
Yan Hui quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
It's so scary.