Chapter 656: Lin Tingfeng told you, right?
Zhuang Shihan's face turned cold, and she frowned and asked, "Mr. Song, are you playing word games with me?"
What pollen or no pollen? It sounds like the truth.
If you don’t know, you would really think she knows a lot.
There are more than ten kinds of pollen in this itching powder. Even the most experienced imperial physician would not be able to figure out the cause.
Not to mention, a crappy doctor like Song Yanxi who came from a self-taught background could only smell the fragrance of the remaining medicine powder at best.
Song Yanxi ignored Zhuang Shihan's provocation, took out a handkerchief to wrap up a few broken porcelain pieces, and said in a cold voice, "Whether it's pollen or medicinal powder, we'll know when we test it."
"What are you testing for?"
Zhuang Shihan laughed and couldn't help but ask, "You don't think that with only these few pieces of porcelain left, you can find anything?"
Such a tiny amount will evaporate if it stays in the air for a while longer.
What she said was undoubtedly wishful thinking.
Song Yanxi raised her eyes and said in a cold voice, "Perhaps Princess Shihan has heard that pollen can be used as medicine to make a medicine that causes an extremely itchy sensation.
Once this drug gets on the skin, it will be like a maggot on the tarsal bone and cannot be washed off no matter what method is used.
The drug's effect will only wear off after the itching lasts for three days and three nights, and the victim's skin is scratched until it bleeds."
With every word she said, Zhuang Shihan's face became uglier.
No, that's impossible.
How could Song Yanxi know these details?
The master had clearly told her that this medicine was his unique creation, and even the prescription and proportions were memorized in his mind.
When she was learning, she just heard it from him word of mouth, and she didn't even have a decent secret book.
Zhuang Shihan stared at Song Yanxi intently and asked in a cold voice, "Where did you hear those words just now?"
Song Yanxi: "An old friend."
Old friend?
Zhuang Shihan's heart sank.
Why had she never heard her master mention any old friends he had in the capital?
Considering her master's age, even if he was an old acquaintance, it was impossible for him to be a girl as young as her.
It must be Song Yanxi who deceived her, it must be.
Zhuang Shihan's face darkened. She took two steps forward and asked in a low voice, "Haven't we already made peace? Why are you still hounding me like this?"
Without waiting for Song Yanxi to say anything, she warned in a cold voice: "I don't care where you heard those words from, you'd better forget them all.
Otherwise, if my master hears about this, even Mo Jinchuan won’t be able to protect you.”
Song Yanxi stared into her eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Did your master also pass on the formula of this itching powder to you?"
Zhuang Shihan rolled her eyes. "Nonsense, if it wasn't my master who passed it down to me, how could it be you?"
Thinking of something, she said with suspicion in her eyes: "You don't mean to say that you know my master, do you?"
Song Yanxi raised a smile at the corner of her lips and said calmly, "I don't know him."
The uncle-master in her memory would not accept such a disciple, let alone teach her a poisonous recipe that could kill people.
Now she only hoped that someone with ulterior motives had stolen her uncle's notes and was cheating people in the name of the Valley of Divine Doctors.
If it's really Uncle Master...
How could the master, who is already old, bear to see his only remaining fellow disciple go astray?
Seeing Song Yanxi's expression was not right, Zhuang Shihan thought she was hit by her, and said sincerely, "Studying medicine is not only about talent, but also about connections.
If you find the right master, you can avoid thirty years of detours in your life."
When she spoke, her eyebrows and eyes were raised, and in a trance, Song Yanxi thought she saw her uncle.
The personalities of these two people are very similar.
The longer Song Yanxi remained silent, the more smug Zhuang Shihan looked. However, she still said hypocritically, "You don't have to be too sad. When my master comes to the capital, I'll introduce you two to each other."
As she spoke, she changed the subject and said, "But my master has a very strange temper. He dislikes delicate ladies like you the most."
My uncle-in-law really has that kind of temper.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed away from the Valley of Divine Doctors for three whole years after quarreling with her master.
If he was really his uncle, he should have met Zhuang Shihan shortly after he left the valley in anger.
The two of them had similar interests, so it wasn't surprising that they took each other in as apprentices on a whim.
I just don’t know whether my uncle, who has always hated evil, knows the evil things his disciple has done outside.
Not getting the response she wanted, Zhuang Shihan asked impatiently, "You didn't even say a word, are you mute?"
Song Yanxi tried to be as calm as possible and asked, "The master you mentioned is named Qi Xuesong?"
Zhuang Shihan's expression changed slightly, "How did you know?"
Thinking of something, her face suddenly darkened and she said angrily, "Mr. Song, I just thought you were a decent person recently, but you actually investigated me in private!"
After she finished speaking, she realized that something was wrong.
When she first became his disciple, her master asked her not to reveal his name to anyone. Even his old man only knew that she had become his disciple.
But he didn't know this person's name.
Even his father didn't know about it. Even if Song Yanxi asked someone to investigate, they wouldn't be able to find out anything.
So how did she know?
Zhuang Shihan stared at Song Yanxi intently, and something suddenly flashed through her mind.
She gritted her teeth and almost squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth, "Did Lin Tingfeng tell you?"
The firm tone clearly showed that he had made up his mind.
Song Yanxi couldn't help but frown, and instead of answering, she asked, "Why do you think there's a connection between me and Lin Tingfeng?"
Zhuang Shihan sneered, "Why are you pretending? It's as if he wasn't injured outside your Princess Mansion."
When she thought about the two of them still keeping in touch behind her back, she said with a gloomy face: "You two scumbags and bitches, you are really disgusting!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a cold voice behind him, "Repeat what you just said to me."
Zhuang Shihan wanted to say that Song Yanxi was a slut, but the last bit of rationality in her mind pulled her back.
No, she couldn't say that.
Everyone knows that Mo Jinchuan treasures Song Yanxi like the apple of his eye. Wouldn’t he go crazy if she called her a bitch in front of him?
A pure love brain.
If she can't afford to offend him, can't she avoid him?
Zhuang Shihan took a deep breath, looked at Song Yanxi and said, "I was anxious just now and said the wrong thing. Please don't take it to heart."
As she spoke, she turned to look at Mo Jinchuan and said with a forced smile, "I just said something wrong in a hurry. Why should Your Highness Prince Jin take it so seriously?"
Her eyes fell on Jiaojiao in his arms, and Zhuang Shihan smiled at her.
As the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you.
No matter how difficult this father and daughter are, they should at least be considerate of their identities in public.
As Zhuang Shihan was thinking this, she saw Jiaojiao snort coldly and turn her face away.
As if she was afraid that she didn't know that it was directed at her, the little girl hugged Mo Jinchuan's neck and said in a voice that everyone around could hear: "Daddy, you met a bad woman again."
When Zhuang Shihan heard this, the smile on her face froze.
This damn kid is as uneducated as ever.
She was thinking about how to ease the embarrassment when she caught a glimpse of a figure walking quickly towards her. It was Xianglan, the maid serving the Queen.
Xianglan bowed and said respectfully, "Princess Yong'an, the tutor is already waiting at Fengyi Palace. Her Majesty sent this servant to ask how much longer the princess will need."
Zhuang Shihan frowned as she listened, "What do you mean, 'Teacher Madam'?"
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