Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 705 Matchmaking (2)
People are not for themselves, heaven and earth will destroy, not to mention the vicious people in Ye Wanxi's eyes who can't be deceived, his own side is just preemptive.

After changing three buckets of water in a row, Mo Yan finally washed away the smell of blood and felt refreshed.

After she changed into the soft regular clothes made of fine cotton, Wan Teng Yuling came in with Dr. Zhu.

"Let Mo Zi go and make you a bowl of hot and sour noodles. You just vomited just now, and you will wake up hungry in the middle of the night."

Wan Cheng Yuling looked at Mo Yan for a moment, and felt relieved when she saw that her face had turned pale.

While waiting for Mo Yan to wash up, he asked Miraculous Physician Zhu a few questions about pregnancy in a non-verbal manner. He asked very carefully and kept them in mind.

Dr. Zhu emphasized that it is best not to have intercourse within the ten months. If you can't control it, what should you do if you hurt the fetus?

And a few months later, the fetus already has its own consciousness, knowing what the parents are doing, is it ashamed?
Zhu Miracle Doctor is completely lying, anyway, Fatty is pregnant, so if he is asked to become a monk before the baby is born, he will not do it!

"I see."

Wan Teng Yuling took it for granted. He thought that when his wife was pregnant with the baby and the baby, the couple wanted to make out, and Mo Yan's stomach would keep being kicked.

Miracle doctor Zhu almost sat on the ground and laughed, but in order not to wear clothes, he had to rub his stomach constantly, and his intestines were almost distorted from laughing.

This is the Great Viet God of War, and the new emperor, who has always been so inexperienced in dealing with women!Ha ha.

"Master, what do you mean by breaking through the iron shoes and finding nowhere to go?"

Mo Yan didn't know what the two of them had said. She was pondering what Master said just now, and it seemed that there was some good news.

"The assassins of the barbarians are good at using poison. Being curious about the teacher, I checked the people who died of poisoning. I found this on them."

As Doctor Zhu said, he opened a small package made of deerskin. The needles and threads on it were crooked, which looked like Fatty's handwriting.

"Here. Look, the hidden weapon is still black, which proves that the toxin can be used again."

This kind of poisonous black, with dark green in it, under the light, there is a faint light shining.

There is a kind of golden krait in the north, but it is almost extinct. If his guess is correct, the poison that seals the throat with blood comes from the venom sac of the golden krait.

"Although the golden krait is highly poisonous, it is a good medicine for detoxification."

Zhu Miracle Doctor stroked his beard halfway through his speech, with an inscrutable expression on his face, but his eyes were filled with anticipation, as if he was saying, "Ask me, ask me quickly!"

Mo Yan held back her smile, pretended not to see that Master was trying to trick her, and said with a frown, "Master, you mean that this poison will help the second and third princes?"

It's not a good thing to have a smart apprentice, Mo Yan doesn't seem surprised, Zhu the genius doctor will feel very frustrated.

"Master, you still know a lot, you are worthy of a generation of genius doctors!"

Mo Yan was keenly aware that Miracle Doctor Zhu's complexion was not good, so she quickly put on a smile, and said hypocritically and obsequiously, "This disciple is very honored to have such a master!"

"Ahem, you should be lucky."

It's a good feeling to be praised to the sky, Zhu Miracle Doctor smiled and listened to the praise, ignoring Wan Qi Yuling's increasingly cold face, "I think so as a teacher."

The golden krait is extremely difficult to catch, and the number is small. Its toxin penetrates quickly. Presumably, the barbarians used to refine the toxin, and there were many casualties.

As for the detoxification matter, it is hard to say to what extent it can be achieved. It needs to be tested with poisonous blood.

But the venom of the golden krait is overbearing, and detoxification does not require such a strong toxin, and it must be diluted in advance.

These links are very dangerous. Only the genius doctor Zhu does not stick to the rules and dares to challenge.

Although Mo Yan's words were deliberately flattering, they also came from the heart. Without the presence of the divine doctor, Wan Qi Yuling would still suffer from the cold poison. She really worshiped and appreciated Master.

On the second day of the hunting meeting, hundreds of officials in the court wrote letters one after another, saying that this place is not a place to stay for a long time, hoping that the emperor Wanqi Yuling will take care of the dragon's body and return to the palace as soon as possible.

The official who was used as a human shield by the barbarians was stabbed dozens of times, which was horrible. The daughter of the family was about to get married, and he was afraid that because of this, he would have to observe filial piety for three years.

The man was in a hurry to get married, but he couldn't wait for three years, and saw that the pillars of the woman's house had collapsed.

"Your Majesty, Miss Mao couldn't think of throwing herself into custody. Fortunately, she was rescued in time, otherwise the funeral would add to the funeral."

Mo Bing brought a small plate of pickled sour fruits, and Mo Yan ate a stack of pickled sour fruits in the morning, noon and evening, the more sour the better, and he would have an appetite after eating.

The news in the palace is not well-informed, and there are no palace maids who are open-mouthed. The only way to get news is to rely on Mo Bing.

"Speaking of which, we still feel sorry for Mr. Mao."

Mo Yan wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and carefully asked about the situation of the Mao family.

Mr. Mao is a civil servant, and he is really a scholar who can't lift his shoulders or hands. He rushed to the front that night and threw a flagon at the barbarian assassin. Only then was he hated and arrested him as a meat shield.

Although Lord Mao did not help much, his spirit is commendable, if he does not reward him, it will chill the hearts of the courtiers.

"Since the betrothed people are retiring the engagement, they are left to themselves. It is not a good family who understands righteousness to withdraw in a hurry at such a time."

After Lord Mao died, the Mao family was in decline.

Lord Mao has two sons who are not smart enough to inherit their father's mantle.

When Mo Bing explained the situation, Mo Yan also found it difficult. She originally planned to arrange idle jobs for Lord Mao's two sons, but now it seems that it is not appropriate.

"Your Majesty, Young Master Mao is a man who accepts death and is very loyal. The servants let people inquire. They think that Lord Mao died while saving him. They feel very honored at the same time when they are sad."

Such a person may not be able to accomplish much, but he is obedient and loyal, and it is not bad to be a running errand.

Mo Yan understood the meaning, and waved his hand, "Brother Hall just happened to be going to the capital, and the men and horses transporting the Beidi's military supplies should also start. Choose one of the young masters from the Mao family to accompany you."

She was pregnant for three years, and in less than three years, Mo Yan was pregnant again. Adding up, she will be stupid for six years. No wonder she feels that her brain is not enough recently.

Some things are forgotten after thinking about them. It seems that she has to prepare a small notebook to record the important events.

It was rainy in autumn and cold in the night. There was a heavy rain last night. The leaves of the tall plane trees in front of the hall were falling here and there, and a thick layer had piled up under the trees.

The cold wind is blowing, and the fallen leaves are falling. This year's autumn seems to be earlier than in previous years.

For breakfast, he drank a bowl of Hu spicy soup and used a drawer of steamed buns. Mo Yan sat by the window, staring at the scenery in front of him in a daze.

The palaces of Dayue are not as detailed as the buildings of Dawu, but the heritage of hundreds of years is here, simple and majestic.

The sharp corners on both sides of her eaves are like boats, and she likes the hollow carvings on the corridor walls. The inner courtyard of the palace is vast and boundless, but it is a little less lively.

(End of this chapter)