"In the bandit suppression two months ago, you colluded with the bandits and ordered people to set fire to the mountain. I narrowly escaped death."

Zong Zhengchen just looked at him quietly.

"These two major events alone, not to mention the countless minor incidents such as assassinations, poisonings, and frame-ups."

Over the years, he has turned a blind eye to it.

Zong Zhengyu turned his head. "What? What what?"

He seemed not to have heard clearly:

"What military secrets? What bandits? Isn't Deputy General Hou your man? How did he betray you? You went to suppress the bandits under the order of the emperor, so why were you plotted against? What assassination or poisoning?"

"Have you been murdered?"

"Are you poisoned?"

He asked a series of questions, looking confused as if someone had covered his head. He couldn't understand anything, couldn't see anything, and knew nothing.

When I see the cold wind, I feel angry.

Dark anger!

It was obviously all done by the prince, but he pretended to be very innocent, and his acting skills were even better than those of the guy in the building!

Eye to eye!

Zong Zhengchen and Zong Zhengyu's eyes met in mid-air, one was cold as ice, the other was full of confusion.

Their eyes met and they stared at each other without moving for a moment.

Stare.

The air in the tent slowly solidified, and the breathing of several people subconsciously quickened.

The man's sharpness was strong, cold and vigorous, enough to freeze the air. His knife-like face was gloomy and his slightly suppressed black eyes were as lonely and fierce as a wolf.

Behind the screen, Wu Nu, who was hiding there, saw the man's profile through the gap, and a touch of surprise flashed across his eyes, and a deeper light...

Eyes met.

There was a dead silence of more than thirty seconds...

He intimidates, he plays dumb.

He is cold and stern, he plays dumb.

He was terribly cold, yet he still played dumb.

finally!

Zong Zhengchen withdrew his gaze and turned away.

This turn was decisive, crisp, cold and sharp, and it invisibly gave up this family relationship.

From now on, seeing each other again means hostility!

Zong Zhengyu lazily leaned back in the chair, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the man's back as he left the tent, until he could no longer see the bottom of the man's back, with a deep curve at the corners of his lips.

Deputy General Hou was indeed his man, but he was dead.

He did collude with bandits and set fire to the mountains, but those bandits also died.

He has always done things cleanly and efficiently, without leaving any evidence. So what if Zong Zhengchen knows about it? As long as he doesn't admit it and there is no evidence, what can Zong Zhengchen do?

"Wu Nu, continue to research the antidote. I want to be the savior of the people and save them from danger..."

call out--

Before he could finish his words, a sharp voice suddenly pierced the night sky.

The next second, a long flaming arrow pierced straight down from the top of the tent!

The dry tarpaulin ignites instantly when it encounters an open flame!

"Oh no! It's on fire!"

"Protect His Highness, quickly!"

The guards were suddenly in chaos and rushed to the main tent in the middle to put out the fire. However, all the other tents were on fire one by one.

The night was dark, the flames shot up into the sky...

A few meters away.

The man in the black robe walked farther and farther away, his back blending into the night. He raised his hand and threw the bow and arrow in his hand into the arms of Han Feng.

Since the prince is unkind, don't blame him for being unjust!

The credit for eliminating the epidemic and saving the people can only go to Qin Ye!

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That night, time passed quickly, and the people who unfortunately died were carried out one by one from the city's medical clinic...

Medicines with different formulations have different effects after taking them.

Although life and death are unpredictable, this is the fastest and most effective way.

Before we knew it, the first ray of morning light slowly broke through the horizon.

The middle-aged woman finished drinking the medicine, put down the empty bowl, and prepared to fall down and die, but after waiting for more than ten seconds, there was no movement.

The others looked at her, waiting for a reaction.

She looked at her hands and feet, and felt her body. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with her. She was surprised.

"I... I'm not dead?"

Qin Ye's eyes darkened, and he quickly ran forward and grabbed her wrist.

As soon as he took the patient's pulse, a light of hope appeared in his eyes.

Antidote!

Found it out!

It’s this recipe!

"You are saved!"