Yipin farm girl

Chapter 772
Now that he doubts her so much, Qingge only feels a tearing pain in his heart, he bites his lips tightly, his face turns pale, he hangs his head and refuses to lift up!
After a while, she heard her calmly say, "This subordinate doesn't know."

"Well, you go with me, Nineteen, you stay and protect Miss Fu San." Si Ming finished his order calmly, and walked to the martial arts training ground.

Nineteen stood up, took a deep look at Qingge, and advised, "You...why bother?"

Qingge raised his eyes, looked at Nineteen and smiled faintly, "I'm fine, you go quickly, the third girl has just been cured of the poison, she is very weak, watch carefully, don't let anyone take advantage of her loopholes!"

Nineteen nodded, watching her thin body disappear into the night.

The two of them took two horses from the martial arts training ground, one on each, and galloped in the vast night.

Emperor's Mansion, Tibetan Snow Garden.

Old Master Fu wandered around the room with an anxious expression on his face, and the steward brought water to him several times, but he put it aside.

On the bed, Fu Gen's face was ashen, his lips were purple, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

The imperial physician on the side shook his head repeatedly, took the silver needle from his body, sighed, and clasped his fists at the old master Fu who came in with the curtain lifted, "I am ashamed, this poison has entered my heart...I can't cure it!"

"No!" Old Master Fu's face changed drastically, he looked at his dead son on the bed, grabbed the imperial physician's hand and said, "Emperor Xu, think of a way, hold on for another three minutes, and the antidote will arrive soon! arrive!"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and the steward glanced at Mr. Fu behind the curtain, and quickly walked out of the room. After a while, there was a sound of surprise, and the steward strode in, and handed a brocade box to Mr. Fu, " Old Hou Ye, the antidote! Hurry up...give it to the third master!" After speaking, he leaned into his ear and whispered a few words, Fu Lao Hou Ye paused and nodded.

"Water, bring a glass of water here!" Master Fu held the pill, helped his son up, and stuffed the pill into his mouth, but found that he could no longer swallow it, so he said anxiously, "Son, swallow it!"

"This won't work. Mr. Fu can't swallow it by himself anymore. Dissolve the antidote in water and bring it with a tube." Imperial Physician Xu glanced at the antidote and ordered the steward beside him.

The steward followed his orders and found a bamboo tube two fingers wide. Doctor Xu took it, and instructed the maid beside Fu Gen, "Open his mouth."

Two maids stepped forward, one held his head and the other opened his mouth. Doctor Xu took the medicine, carefully inserted the bamboo tube into Fu Gen's throat, and poured the medicine into it bit by bit. A large bowl of medicine , It took a full two quarters of an hour to finish all the filling!

Seeing the last drop of medicine go into his throat, Old Master Fu heaved a long sigh of relief, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and thanked Imperial Physician Xu, "Please trouble Imperial Physician Xu!"

Imperial Physician Xu shook his head, "I prescribed a prescription for the third master to recuperate. The third master is already weak, but now he is suffering from this strange poison, so I'm afraid it will take a while to recuperate!"

Master Fu looked at his son, frowned and asked, "If you want to travel far, how long will it take to recuperate?"

Imperial Physician Xu pondered for a while, "I don't recommend traveling far! The third master's body has been weak since he was a child, and he needs to take care of it even on weekdays. If he travels far away, he may not be able to bear it if he doesn't travel to three cities. This intensifies the body and makes it even weaker!"

Old Master Fu's eyes were full of disappointment, he forced a smile, and said to the steward, "Send Doctor Xu to rest and get some medicine by the way."

Doctor Xu left, and Master Fu waved away the crowd, sitting on the stool in front of the bed, looking at his son's pale face and thin body that resembled his own, with a look of guilt on his brows, closing his eyes, deeply sigh.

(End of this chapter)