Chapter 502 Cute little things?

Zong Zhao was busy trying to identify him, but when he heard the voice, he immediately stopped everything he was doing and ordered someone to put him down: "Master Feng."

Butler Liu was overjoyed, the person was finally found!

He immediately took these eight strong men to collect the reward money, and at the same time cancelled all the bounties offered in various places.

The strong men were very happy: they said that this must be that old man, even his beard is as sparse!

Feng Qinglai said to Zong Zhao with a dark face: "You damn thing, are you looking for someone or to kill me? I was collecting herbs in the mountains, and you carried it over before I even got anything. I was so scared that I almost reported it to the police."

After saying this, he realized that Zong Zhao was now an official, and a high-ranking one at that.

Damn it, I’m even angrier.

Zong Zhao quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Senior Feng. I had to take the last step because I had something urgent to do. Don't worry about the lost herbs. I will double the amount for you."

Feng Qinglai glanced at his large yard and began to ask for three times the price.

Zong Zhao smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give you a few boxes of hundred-year-old ginseng."

The old man was delighted when he heard this. He smiled and patted Zong Zhao on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you have become very successful. If I had known your family was so rich, I should have gone back to Beijing with you. Look at how generous you are, and how happy you are. Damn, you have married, right? When you were in the valley, you wanted to destroy the world as soon as you opened your eyes."

Zong Zhao: “…”

The senior poison doctor kept talking, and Zong Zhao, who kept silent, kept answering. After Zong Zhao had eaten and drunk his fill and enjoyed the feeling of being a rich man, he started talking to him about business.

"Divine dragon?" Feng Qinglai was interested when he heard this. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I love developing these deadly poisons the most!"

Zong Zhao said with a headache: "...It's to save people."

"Ah... then shouldn't we first study how the poison works?" Feng Qinglai stood up and pulled him, "Hurry up, hurry up, let's see who is so lucky to be planted with a divine dragon."

Zong Zhao took him there and asked on the way: "Senior, have you also heard of the divine dragon?"

Feng Qinglai nodded and said, "Of course, I have also been to You Kingdom and wanted to find their emperor to see what the divine dragon looks like."

"Did they show it to you?"

"Oh, they told me to get out."

“…”

Feng Qinglai got what he wanted, but after checking Zong Yan's pulse he found nothing abnormal, so he frowned and wrote down a prescription.

"Is there a way to save him so soon?" Zong Zhao asked.

Feng Qinglai said casually: "No, I'll prescribe some medicine first and see what he looks like when he's sick."

Zong Zhao frowned: "And then?"

"Then we check whether it is a cricket. If it is, we will catch it. If it is not, we will look for other causes of the disease."

Feng Qinglai said it lightly, handed him a note and asked him to boil the medicine. It must be said that a poison doctor is a poison doctor. As soon as the medicine was taken, Zong Yan immediately began to feel wandering pain all over his body.

"Ah..." The scream rang out again.

Zong Zhao turned his face away and dared not look at him, while holding him down to prevent him from moving, in order to prevent Zong Yan from hurting Feng Qinglai.

The old man examined it for a while, his eyes getting brighter and brighter: "Oh, it really is a magical dragon, look at the way it runs around, so strong and agile, it looks so cute at first glance!"

Zong Zhao's face darkened when he heard him praising the dragon: "Senior, do you have a way to catch the dragon?"

Feng Qinglai said as a matter of course: "Didn't I just tell you? They told me to get out. How can I face the pigs?"

Zong Zhao: “……!”

Feng Qinglai saw that he was about to get angry, and hurriedly said: "Oh, but don't worry, I like to research the antidote for new things the most. Let me think of a way... Well, you take off his clothes first."

Although he felt that the poison doctor was not very reliable, Zong Zhao had no other choice. After doing as he was told, Feng Qinglai placed his hands on various parts of Zong Yan's body, trying to feel the location of the maggot.

Feng Qinglai couldn't help but say, "Running around is really healthy..."

Zong Zhao said solemnly, "Once the insect is caught, you can take it away and study it as you like."

"good!!!"

In the following days, Zong Yan was often taken by Feng Qing for experiments. Sometimes they would cut the skin where the insects were wandering, but the insects were too smart and would just turn around and run away.

Feng Qinglai tried various methods to lure the insect out, but to no avail. So he began to think: "It's so boring for this cute little thing to drink blood every day. Does it have any special food it likes to eat..."

The poison doctor found a new idea and began to bleed Zong Yan again, while placing various delicacies next to the wound.

It has fragrance, smell, sweetness and spicy taste.

But... there was actually a reaction. The insect didn't turn around and run away as fast as before!

The breeze came and began to change the things that tempted me, replacing those things with stronger flavors.

In May, the magical dragon came out!

Its favorite thing is hasi, a herb with a pungent garlic smell.

Feng Qinglai took the cup and covered the divine dragon, smiling and said, "This little thing looks so cute, but it tastes quite strong. This is the herb that I hate the most."

Zong Yan was tortured for several months, and his face turned pale from bleeding every two or three days.

Feng Qinglai just said, "Oh, it's just a minor problem. Can't I just eat more pig liver to make it better? Hehe?"

Zong Zhao was angered by the sly laugh, but remembering that he was the benefactor who saved Zong Yan from the plague, he endured it and took him to the warehouse to select herbs.

In the end, the old man agreed to only pay three times as much, but when we got to the warehouse filled with all kinds of things, he wanted this and that.

Steward Liu was afraid that he would empty out the general's mansion.

Zong Zhao said: "Let him take whatever he wants."

The old man was so happy that he even sat on the packed carriage and waved to him excitedly before leaving: "Brother, next time something like this happens, remember to come find me!"

Zong Zhao: “…………”

Zong Yan slept for a long time.

He was very tired, so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes.

In his dream he saw Prince Jin'an again.

He dreamed that he was tortured, seduced, deceived, and tormented by insects. Twelve years of torture made him want to die but could not, and wanted to escape but could not, until his father showed up and forcibly took him back home.

He was afraid that he would go crazy and hurt his family, so he wanted to run away, but his brother... his brother wouldn't let him go.

"Brother..." That was the most powerful brother he had in the world.

In the void, a deep voice replied to him: "I'm here, Zong Yan. We are all here, wake up quickly."

Zong Yan walked in the mist for a long time but could not find the exit.

He was not quite conscious, but it seemed like he had had this experience before, when he was very young.

In her memory, there were many men who bullied a young girl. She drove those men away, but she fell into chaos and had a very beautiful...but embarrassing spring dream.