Chapter 835 It should be, he is my good brother
"This..." Song Yanxi looked at Xi Lin's head, which was swollen like a pig, but it was not difficult to see his serious face. She kindly wanted to remind him to look behind him.
But before she could open her mouth, Mo Jinchuan, with a dark face, had already slapped her with a palm.
Xi Lin felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He turned around and only had time to say "this is unethical" before his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Seeing Song Yanxi subconsciously wanting to step forward to help the person, Mo Jinchuan moved even faster and picked the person up, almost squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth, "This brat is so rude, Xier, don't bother with him."
Song Yanxi nodded and smiled lightly, "Doctor Xi always likes to joke, so I naturally won't take it seriously.
Your Highness has known him for many years and should know his character best."
Hearing this, Mo Jinchuan's expression eased slightly.
But the disgust in his eyes was indeed not diminished at all.
Song Yanxi even had some doubts that if she was not there at the moment, he would just throw Xi Lin out.
Based on her understanding of him, this possibility is still very high.
After all, no matter how generous and dignified a gentleman is in front of others, it is difficult for him to smile when someone asks to marry his fiancée in front of him.
What's more, he has always been extremely petty and jealous in this regard.
Thinking about what Xi Lin had said when he first arrived, Song Yanxi asked, "Doctor Xi just said that the prince wrote a letter specifically asking him to come back for help?"
She really couldn't imagine what might have happened to Mo Jinchuan that would require Xi Lin to come all the way to help.
After all, what he was most proud of was the bowl of resurrection soup passed down from the Xi family.
The emperor's current health condition makes it absolutely impossible for him to use this kind of medicine.
Mo Jinchuan's eyes flashed, and he coughed lightly and said, "The old man of the Xi family wrote to me, saying that the Xi family will send members of the clan to Beijing soon to kidnap him and take him back to inherit the mantle, and asked me to help restrain him for a period of time.
We're getting married next month, so we might as well use this as an excuse to lure him back."
Old Master Xi has always been quite dissatisfied with Xi Lin's wandering around outside, so it makes sense for him to ask him to help trick and kidnap someone.
But no matter how Song Yanxi looked at it, she felt that Mo Jinchuan's expression seemed like he was hiding something.
They were both going to get married, so what was it that needed to be hidden from her?
If other people saw their fiancé being so secretive, they might think that he was hiding his illness and avoiding medical treatment.
After all, some things concern a man's dignity and face, and it is absolutely impossible to confess them to a woman before marriage.
But Song Yanxi herself is a doctor, and she had just felt Mo Jinchuan's pulse not long ago, so she could confirm that he had no hidden illness.
Not only is there nothing wrong with it, it can even be said to be...excellent.
Thinking of this, Song Yanxi felt her cheeks flushed. She quickly suppressed her ridiculous thoughts and said, "There is a soft couch in the small room on the right where Doctor Xi can rest temporarily. Your Highness, please follow me."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, wanting to help Mo Jinchuan support Xi Lin, but she saw him simply bend down and carry the person roughly on his shoulders.
If you don’t know, you might think he was carrying a big sack.
Song Yanxi hurriedly took the ointment on the table and followed. As soon as she reached the door, the ointment in her hand was taken over by Mo Jinchuan.
Meeting her doubtful gaze, he said sternly, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other. I'll help him apply the medicine."
After a pause, he added, "Don't worry, I just cleaned my hands. The poison won't kill him."
Song Yanxi smiled dryly, "Then I'll trouble you, Your Highness."
Mo Jinchuan pulled the corner of his mouth, and said with a forced smile: "It should be, he is my good brother."
There was a smile on his face, but the words he spoke were clearly filled with murderous intent.
If Xi Lin was awake at this moment, he would definitely grab Song Yanxi's sleeve and shout "Help" with tears streaming down his face.
With a dark face, Mo Jinchuan carried the man to the next room, threw him to the ground, opened the ointment, scooped out a dollop of it and smeared it on his face.
As for strength, it naturally has nothing to do with the word light.
Before leaving, he resisted the urge to kick Xi Lin.
Since Xier is here today, let’s let this bastard go for now.
But he took note of this account.
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Even before she started, Song Yanxi knew that this was a delicate job, but it turned out to be more troublesome than she expected.
There are more than a dozen medicinal herbs that Chang Jiu has confirmed.
I'm not so sure, there are nearly twenty flavors, some of which are fragrant petals.
A slight difference in the measurement of the ratio can make a huge difference in the taste.
In Chang Jiu's words, there is not even any similarity.
Seeing his face turn pale, Song Yanxi quickly stopped his movements and frowned, saying, "That's all for today. We'll continue tomorrow."
His foundation was not good to begin with, and if he dealt with these highly poisonous things, he would easily be damaged if he was not careful.
Even though they took certain precautions and took the detoxification pills specially made by the Divine Doctor Valley, people are made of flesh and blood after all, not iron.
If this continues, the child won't be able to hold on.
Chang Jiu smiled at Song Yanxi and said weakly, "Princess, I'm fine. I can still do it..."
"This is a military order."
Mo Jinchuan's cold voice came from the door.
Hearing this, Chang Jiu pursed his lips unwillingly, but finally nodded.
Thinking of Li Zhuang, who was still parked in the next room, he asked with some concern, "Princess, it's so hot now. Wouldn't it be bad if Li Zhuang continued to be left in the room like that?"
He had heard from his grandfather that on the battlefield, sometimes the two sides would fight regardless of day or night, and there would be no time to collect the bodies of the dead before the battle was over.
It’s okay when it’s freezing cold, it doesn’t spoil so easily.
But if it happens to be summer, a foul smell will soon be emitted from the battlefield.
And this smell is poisonous.
Some soldiers did not die at the hands of the Liang army, but instead died from the unpleasant smell.
Thinking about the increasingly hot weather, Song Yanxi frowned and said, "Ice can slow down the decay of corpses. You can buy ice at Juweixuan, but it's not time to use it in large quantities yet, so the amount you can buy each day is limited."
During the years she followed her master to practice medicine, she had seen all kinds of things. When a disaster happened, she also came across the bodies of people who had starved to death along the way. Naturally, she knew what the situation was like.
If Li Zhuang's body is left like this, the entire Yan Mansion will be covered with the stench of decay within three days.
But until the truth is found out, he cannot be buried for the time being.
How to delay corruption is indeed an imminent problem.
Song Yanxi was feeling embarrassed when she heard Mo Jinchuan say, "Leave the ice to me. I'll have someone deliver it to you later."
Hearing this, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Yes, there are people in the palace who are responsible for making ice in winter and storing it in deep underground cellars for use in the hot summer.
Compared to the small pieces of ice that ordinary people had to spend a lot of money to buy to escape the summer heat, the ice in the palace was undoubtedly bigger and better.
But now is far from the time to use ice. If I ask His Majesty for it rashly, I'm afraid I'll have to find a suitable excuse.
"Master, Miss." An Yi's figure appeared at the door.
He said respectfully, "Princess Shihan is outside the mansion, demanding that the Yan family hand over the thief who stole her banknotes, otherwise she will go to Shuntian Prefecture to file a complaint."
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