At General Wuwei's Mansion, Haitang followed Han Zhao back to the courtyard. She first asked him to take off his outer clothes and looked at the whip wounds on his shoulders, which were quite deep.

This is not as bad as rushing to slap someone. It's really cheap.

Haitang complained, but her face showed distress: "Sir, you lost a lot of blood, please go find a doctor for you."

Han Zhao glanced sideways and said, "This injury is nothing. Just go get the medicine box and apply trauma medicine."

"Where's the medicine box?"

"Under the bed."

Haitang crawled on the ground and pulled out a medicine box from under the bed. It was covered with dust. She opened the lid and saw many bottles and cans inside.

"Sir, do these medicines still work? They look like they have been there for a long time. They should have been thrown away long ago."

"These medicines were left behind by a miracle doctor, but I still can't bear to use them."

Haitang frowned. There were not many doctors in Beijin who could be called miracle doctors. Is it possible that he was Chongming's master?

With this thought in mind, she began to rummage carefully, and soon found the golden sore medicine. She took it in her hand and continued to look through it. The bottles were all labeled with the names of the medicines, and soon she found a small porcelain bottle with Xiaoyaosan written on it.

She couldn't help but feel stagnant in her breath, so this box of medicine was indeed left by Master Chongming. Since there is Xiaoyao Powder, is the antidote also in it?

"What took it so long? Have you found it yet?" Han Zhao urged her.

Haitang swallowed nervously and said, "Almost."

She calmed down and continued to search, but there were so many medicine bottles with various names, and she couldn't be sure which one was the antidote to Xiaoyaosan.

"You move here, I'll come find you." Han Zhao said.

Haitang took a deep breath, buried the golden sore medicine in her hand underneath, placed Xiaoyaosan on top, then lifted it up and placed it on the note in front of Han Zhao.

He went down and found the golden sore medicine.

"No, this is not."

Haitang smiled: "Look at my eyes."

She took the golden sore medicine and sprinkled some on Han Zhao's wound, then sat back and closed the lid. She glanced at the Xiaoyao Powder on it, and her heart changed.

"Sir, I've been feeling weak recently. I guess it's due to lack of Qi and blood. Is there anything here that can replenish Qi and blood?"

Han Zhao glanced at her and said, "Don't take medicine randomly."

"Oh." Haitang lowered his head, "After all, it is the medicine left by the miracle doctor. It is really precious. I am of low status and am not worthy of taking these miracle medicine."

Han Zhao frowned, "That's not what I meant."

"Haitang understands."

In the past, Han Zhao would never talk nonsense to Haitang, but after his party came back from Yuzhou, he knew that she truly loved him and would protect him at all costs, so he treated her a little differently.

Seeing that Haitang seemed sad, Han Zhao sat up straight, rummaged through the medicine box, found a bottle of ginseng nourishing pills and handed them to Haitang: "One pill a day, don't eat more."

Haitang immediately looked happy and said, "Yes, thank you, Mr. Sir."

She took the ginseng pill, pretended to be careless, dropped it, and quickly picked it up again, but this time the ginseng pill in her hand had been replaced by Xiaoyao Powder.

"Sir, let me take one now."

Han Zhao leaned back, lowered his eyes, "Eat."

She poured out a Xiaoyao Pill from the porcelain bottle, wanting to show off, but at this moment Han Zhao raised his eyes and looked at her, she pursed her lips, and stuffed it into her mouth anyway.

"Well, it's so bitter." After saying this, she swallowed it.

When Han Zhao saw Haitang frowning in pain, he found it a little cute. He leaned over and pinched Haitang's nose, but he accidentally glanced at the medicine box and saw the medicine bottle with ginseng pills on it. He couldn't help but be startled: "You just

What did you eat?”

Haitang pretended to be confused and showed the medicine bottle in her hand to Han Zhao.

When Han Zhao saw the name of the medicine on the medicine bottle, he sat up straight and his pupils suddenly tightened, "Xiaoyao San, you took Xiaoyao San!"

Haitang groaned, "It's obviously a ginseng pill. I just... Oops, I dropped it just now. I seem to have picked it up by mistake. But what is this Xiaoyao Powder? It should be fine, right?"

Han Zhao's eyes widened, "Spit it out!"

"Ah, but I've already swallowed it, and you haven't seen it yet."

"Spit it out!"

As he said this, Han Zhao stood up and pressed Begonia's head down hard, "Spit it out quickly!"

"I...I can't spit it out!"

Han Zhao glared at Haitang, seeing the pain on her face and tears falling, and then he let go of his hand in panic.

Haitang leaned into Han Zhao's arms weakly, listening to his heart beating wildly and anxiously, thinking that he really cared about her, and was worried and uncomfortable.

This bitch actually has sincerity!

"This Xiaoyao Powder will slowly make people become numb, emotionally disturbed, neither happy nor sad, and then their memory will be confused, and then they will forget the past and everyone around them."

Haitang narrowed her eyes and pretended to be scared, "Then...then will I forget the young master?"

"meeting."

Haitang shook his head and hugged Han Zhao's waist tightly, "The slave family is not afraid of death, but the slave family is afraid that they will forget the master while they are alive. What should I do? Master, can you save the slave family?"

Han Zhao closed his eyes and then took a deep breath, "You ate it yourself, no one can blame you!"

After saying that, Han Zhao pushed Haitang away and walked out decisively.

Haitang was pushed and fell onto the Arhat's bed. She slapped her palm in anger, then sat up and gritted her teeth. She had really taken Xiaoyao Powder. If she couldn't force out the antidote, all her efforts would have been wasted and she would have to pay for it.

Fucked herself.

Han Zhao strode out and walked into the courtyard. Suddenly he heard a loud noise. Looking to the west, he saw black smoke rising and flames shooting into the sky.

He was stunned for a moment, thought of something, and hurriedly ran towards his father's courtyard.

Han Lin was also shocked and ran out. He was looking to the west with a gloomy face.

"Father, is it a fire unicorn?" Han Zhao ran into the courtyard and asked.

Han Lin frowned, "The only thing with such great power is the Fire Qilin."

"Someone has successfully refined it!"

Since the news about the Fire Qilin was leaked, all parties have been secretly searching for a recipe to prepare the Fire Qilin and secretly refining the gunpowder.

"Just which house is this direction?"

As soon as Han Zhao finished speaking, a guard ran in, clasping his fists and saying, "Report to the general, let us spies report that the loud noise was at Anguo Duke's Mansion!"

"Dong Anguo's Mansion!" Han Zhao had a look of disbelief on his face, "He is one step ahead of us!"

Duke An Guo and their mighty generals are not in the same camp. When it comes time to take action, it will be a life-and-death hostile relationship.

"Father……"

Han Lin raised his hand and signaled Han Zhao not to continue, "This matter needs further investigation. It may not be that they refined the fire unicorn. Maybe someone is stirring up trouble secretly. Let's wait and see what happens. After all,

Our General Wuwei Mansion is not the only one who is staring at the Fire Qilin."

"Then we do nothing?"

Han Zhao narrowed his eyes, "Yan Mu must be forced to reveal the method of refining the fire unicorn as soon as possible."

"He has three states in the north and an army of 100,000. The emperor will not do anything to him easily. It seems that we have to find a way to let him fall into our hands."

"He is in the eldest princess's mansion, doesn't that mean he is in our hands?"
Chapter completed!