"Go ahead."

Xiaotao took the prescription and left.

Fakong put down his wine glass, shook his head and laughed, what a Kunshan Holy Cult.

Even the imperial doctor could not find any flaw in this antidote.

The poison was as good as a cold sting, and the antidote was just as perfect.

This is not something that ordinary sects can do. It requires a huge amount of manpower, material resources and time, and slowly and painstakingly researches.

Fakong speculated that this was probably the poison of the previous Great Yi, which was inherited by Kunshan Holy Cult.

He concentrated on his luck, and an idea appeared in Xu Miaoru's mind.

Xu Miaoru nodded lightly and looked at Mo Wuyou: "Doctor Mo, I have something to ask you."

"Princess, please speak." Mo Wuyou said slowly and leisurely without being impatient or impatient. His words had a unique rhythm that was very comfortable to listen to.

"I heard that there is a kind of poison in the world. The symptoms of poisoning are almost exactly the same as those of cold sting." Xu Miaoru's mouth slightly raised: "I wonder if Doctor Mo has ever heard of this kind of poison?"

"Poison..." Mo Wuyou muttered, shaking his head slightly: "I'm sorry for my lack of knowledge and ignorance, but I have never heard of such a poison."

"Oh?" Xu Miaoru said with a smile: "Do you think Sister Zhou's illness is caused by poisoning?"

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly turned to Zhou Jinling's two maids.

The golden branches and jade leaves change color slightly at the same time.

Then it returned to normal.

Xu Miaoru smiled and glanced at Chu Xiang proudly.

Chu Xiang shook his head.

Mo Wuyou shook his head and said: "Princess, according to my judgment, Princess Jingbei's cold sting is not poisoning, but indeed a disease."

"But it's strange." Xu Miaoru said with a smile: "Before you came, Doctor Mo, Sister Zhou was actually well."

"Impossible." Mo Wuyou remained calm and calm, shaking his head and saying: "The cold sting cannot be cured without medicine. You need to take my medicine to be cured."

"Oh?" Xu Miaoru looked at Zhou Jinling.

Zhou Jinling suddenly stopped trembling and looked at him with a smile.

Mo Wuyou stared at her jade hands. The originally trembling jade hands no longer trembled, and the bulging veins had returned to their slender and graceful form.

"Congratulations to the princess!" Mo Wuyou clasped his fists: "It seems that I made a mistake in my judgment. I thought that the princess's lingering illness is still there."

Zhou Jingling smiled softly and said, "You have the miracle doctor Lao Mo."

"Sister Zhou, let's go." Xu Miaoru took Zhou Jinling's jade hand, walked out of the pavilion lightly, got into her pavilion, and closed the door.

Fakong smiled.

No matter how many changes you make, I will break them all with one move.
Chapter completed!