After the rebirth of the queen princess, her farming is also overwhelmed!

Chapter 55 Thousand Machine Grass

Su Shirong didn't expect such a big reaction from her. Knowing that she was worried about Shi Qin, he hurriedly explained: "Doctor Li, don't worry. It's my father who thinks Shi Qin is too dangerous outside and asked him not to go out for the time being so that the house is safe."

It’s safe in the house!

If it weren't for Su Shiqin's abnormal behavior today, Nalanjing would not be able to refute it.

She looked at the man in front of her, and the worry in his eyes did not seem to be fake. She closed her eyes lightly and said, "Okay, the eldest son will take me to his yard later to say goodbye to him."

Su Shirong had no reason to disagree. He happened to be going over to tell him about Su Zhi's stay-at-home order.

Nalanjing felt better temporarily, stood up and followed Su Shirong.

Su Shiqin felt very tired, as he usually does. He also asked a doctor to take a look and found nothing unusual.

When he returned to the house, he originally wanted to see Nalanjing and ask her if she was injured, but he couldn't bear the fatigue, so he was helped to go back to the bedroom to lie down and have a rest before going to find Nalanjing.

But after he lay down, he couldn't get up again.

Nalanjing and Su Shirong shouted several times at the bedroom door. Seeing that he still couldn't wake up, they knocked on the door and entered without thinking.

Su Shiqin opened his eyes in a daze, looking confused: "Brother, sister, why are you here?"

Su Shirong reached out and touched his head. There was no fever, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "You kid, why are you sleeping so deeply and you don't know how to respond? I almost thought something happened to you."

No wonder Su Shirong said so. Su Shiqin had been in many troubles since childhood and had numerous assassinations. It was strange that he had the luck of a normal person that day.

Nalanjing held Su Shiqin's wrist, his eyes darkened.

Su Shirong hesitated and said: "Doctor Li, Shi Qin..."

Nalanjing interrupted him: "Close the door."

Su Shirong's heart skipped a beat as he was shocked by Nalanjing's aura. He stood up, closed the door and bolted it.

Nalanjing made sure there was no one else around, his dark eyes flashed with darkness, and he said, "Shiqin, he... is poisoned."

"How could..." Su Shirong's face changed in shock.

Su Shiqin was quiet and silent, just staring at Nalanjing, waiting for her to continue.

Nalanjing's medical skills were only inferior to those of his grandfather, and he was even more astute than his grandfather.

Su Shiqin showed no signs of poisoning, but she would not make a wrong diagnosis.

"It's Qianji Poison." Nalanjing said in a calm voice: "A chronic poison that makes people lose control of their emotions and eventually become insane and become mad."

If Su Shirong and Su Shiqin were just shocked at first, after hearing her last words, they completely believed that what she said was true.

Su Shiqin had a naughty temperament. Many people knew that Su Shirong had a headache because of this. He kept him by his side for a long time. Later, he gradually grew up and he couldn't control it anymore.

But I never thought that Su Shiqin was poisoned, because Su Shiqin was often hunted down and was seriously injured many times, and the doctors who treated him never said that he had poison in his body.

It is impossible that every doctor is not good at medicine, but the poison is hidden so well that it is not easy to detect.

Su Shiqin knew that he was prone to mania and had hallucinations many times. This was the case today at Xiangguo Temple.

"Haha~" Su Shiqin said with a cold smile. He had never known that someone would go to such great lengths to let him die.

Nalanjing looked at the faces of the two of them and suddenly felt that what she said next would be a more fatal blow.

Nalanjing: "The poison in his body is not heavy, but it is stubborn. It should be ten years old."

"Qianjidu is a chronic poison and is ineffective if taken. It may be in your daily life."

Su Shiqin stared at Nalanjing with a white face. If he hadn't suffered enough injuries, he would have collapsed by now.

For ten years, in daily life...

In the entire mansion, the only people who could take care of his daily life ten years ago were his mother and—father!

Su Shirong also reacted. He wanted to say whether it was a misunderstanding, whether...

Nalanjing's eyes suddenly fell on the small pillow in Su Shiqin's hand.

It was the small pillow that he and his mother used to sleep together when he was a child and her mother was still alive.

When he was a child, he would always have nightmares that would wake him up crying.

My mother consulted many doctors and prescribed medicine, but with little effect. One of the old doctors gave her a prescription and asked her to put the herbs in the prescription into her pillow.

Those herbs were just ordinary herbs. His mother didn't really believe it at first. She just thought the method was strange, so she grabbed the herbs and sewed them into his little pillow with her own hands.

Su Shiqin's snow-white face was a little stunned. He picked up the pillow and looked for the pins on the secret hole.

His mother came from a well-known family, and her needlework was unparalleled and was what he was most familiar with.

The stitches on the pillow were very dense, and the person who did the stitching was very good at embroidery, but Su Shiqin could still tell at a glance that these were not his mother's stitches.

The pillow must still be the same pillow, otherwise Su Shiqin would have noticed something was wrong.

It was just that there were herbs in it and the smell gradually changed. He always thought that the herbs had expired. It was just because it was the thing he was most attached to when he was a child. He was reluctant to throw it away or wash it. He hugged it tightly every day when he lay on this bed.

It's like I'm hugging my mother.

Su Shiqin burst into tears and threw them on the pillow.

Nalanjing suddenly fell silent.

But Su Shiqin's trembling hands tore open the pillow and revealed what was inside.

Nalanjing reached out to catch it, carefully identified the dried herbs, and said softly: "It's Qianjicao."

Su Shiqin's face showed no reaction at this time, his snow-white face was numb and empty.

Su Shirong was also devastated.

There is an age difference between him and Su Shiqin of seven years. He did not grow up in the same pursuit and assassination as Su Shiqin. This is because he lived in the Weiwuhou Mansion in Shangjing before he was ten years old and grew up under his grandmother's knees.

Later, his mother passed away suddenly and Shiqin was young. He was worried about Shiqin, so he moved to Sufu, Youzhou.

He never doubted his mother's death and tried his best to discipline his younger brother and wanted to protect him as an adult.

But the truth seemed to cut his heart into pieces with a thousand knives.

If it is really him, then why is he so "lucky"? It is probably because he was raised under the knee of his grandmother, and he is the eldest grandson of the second wife who is favored by his grandparents, so he cannot move.

Nalanjing looked at them as if they had lost their souls and knew that they must have guessed the truth.

They didn't say it, and she didn't want to ask.

She has tasted and seen the poison of human nature, so there is no need to ask more questions.

Su Shirong quickly regained his composure and asked her: "Doctor Li, can my brother's poison still be cured?"

Nalanjing nodded: "He probably rarely sleeps with this pillow in his arms, but he escaped. The poisoning is not deep, but the poison is too long, and he has some stubbornness. It will take some time to get rid of it."

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