Young Master Xiange didn't say anything anymore, and bowed and said goodbye. Nangong Mo hurriedly said, "I'll send my senior brother out."

Xiao Qianchi also said: "I will also send you the Master Xian Ge."

Xian Ge waved his hand and said, "Forgive me, I'm afraid the prince will not be idle, just let Mo'er take me out."

Seeing him like this, Xiao Qianchi had to give up. Except for the Yan Prince's Mansion, Nangong Mo asked: "How about senior brother, is the King of Yan okay?"

Young Master Xian Ge raised his eyebrows, "It's okay? Haha... The King of Yan has something big to do."

"What do you mean?" Nangong Mo frowned. When she took the pulse, she really didn't find out what was wrong with the King of Yan's body. Mr. Xiange glanced at her and walked slowly out of the city. Nangong Mo had no choice but to chase after him, "Senior brother... Senior brother, what's wrong with King of Yan?"

Young Master Xiange turned around and looked at her and said, "The King of Yan is poisoned."

"Impossible!" Nangong Mo said decisively. If King Yan was poisoned, how could she not know?

Young Master Xiange rolled his eyes, "It's impossible that you'll ask me what you're doing?" Nangong Mo came to his senses and quickly apologized, "Senior Brother, I'm wrong. I'm wrong... Am I too shocked?" I can doubt anything, but I must not doubt my senior brother's medical skills.

Seeing her looking at her look, Mr. Xiange snorted and then said, "It's not surprising that you don't know. If you hadn't dreamed of him, I might not have seen it."

"What do you mean?" Nangong Mo frowned.

Mr. Xiange said: "I have seen a flower and plant that looks like a floral cereal but is blood-red in a bitter and cold place. The locals call it a demon flower. Because when the flowers bloom, a kind of light red mist will rise, and as long as people accidentally inhaling this smoke will never go back alive."

"Is this kind of flower highly poisonous? But what King Yan is doing now..." I didn't match what I said to my senior brother at all.

Young Master Xiange glanced at his junior sister with contempt, "I once saved a person who inhaled this poisonous smoke. After he woke up, he told me that he had a dream. He dreamed of a place like a god, and he became the king there. Everyone listened to him, there were endless gold, silver and jewelry, endless delicacies of mountains and seas, and countless beautiful women. I originally thought it was okay, but after a while I came back, I passed by there, and others told me that he was dead. Because on the third day of my departure, he ran back to that place and finally starved to death next to the pearl demon flower."

I'll go...this is OK.

Nangong Mo blinked and looked at his senior brother sincerely, "Senior brother, I'm stupid. Tell me directly what happened to King Yan."

Xian Ge couldn't help but reach out and slapped his hands on his forehead, and said angrily: "I didn't expect this either. After all, it was something that only exists in the bitter and cold places in the extreme north. There was absolutely nothing in the Central Plains and it could not grow. However, when I just solved the dream of the yellow beam you had in Yan King, I smelled a faint fragrance. If I remember correctly, it was the smell of the demon flower. The dream of the yellow beam I configured had a certain degree of similarity with the demon flower, but the sleeping component was larger. After time, people naturally woke up and did not have any impact on the human beings themselves. It is estimated that the two medicines conflicted, so the fragrance of the demon flower appeared. Otherwise, there would be spices in the room, and even you and I might not be able to smell that smell."

Nangong Mo stroked his forehead with a headache, "Even if I smell it, it's useless. I probably only think it's a special spice used by Gong Xiaodie. The pulse of King Yan was not unusual."

Mr. Xiange said, "Who said there is nothing strange? Isn't it strange to be weak and exhausted? Do you really think that the old wounds of King Yan are beautiful? Can this young master prescribe so badly after he personally prescribes medicine?"

Nangong Mo suddenly became a little depressed, and Master Xiange said proudly: "Go back and study hard, and medical skills will be something like that you will retreat if you don't advance."

Nangong Mo rolled his eyes. This girl specialized in trauma... Well, this time she didn't find that King Yan was poisoned, she lost.

While talking, the two of them had already been separated from the Youzhou City Gate. Nangong Mo said with a brow: "Since the senior brother said that King Yan was poisoned by the demon flower, why didn't he be addicted to dreaming all day long, but was the same as usual?"

Mr. Xiange shook his head, "I have also studied this thing for some time back then, but it is useless except to harm people. Moreover, I rushed back to the Central Plains, and that thing could not be cultivated in the Central Plains, so I threw it aside. However, if it is picked and dried and refined, the fragrance will not cause harm to people. It is very likely that someone has developed some medicine with it. The taste of this demon flower is very special, and I will not remember it wrong."

"What should I do now?" Nangong Mo sighed.

Mr. Xiange said, "You go and ask what are the symptoms of King Yan. At present, there is no problem except that he has weak pulse. If he is at this speed, it will take at least seven or eight years to kill King Yan. Who is so idle? I have more medicines that can quickly take effect in my hands."

Nangong Mo shrugged and said, "Okay, I will go and see my uncle again. Senior brother, that demon flower..."

Young Master Xiange waved his hand and said, "I'll think about it again." After thinking about it, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it over, and said, "Take it to King Yan."

"What is this?" Nangong Mo was puzzled, and there was no name written on the bottle.

Mr. Xiange said: "This is not a medicine. Put it in a purse or sleeve bag on your carry-on. As long as he continues to use demon flowers, the fragrance of the flowers will become rich. Then you can take a look."

"Okay, thank you for your senior brother." Nangong Mo put it away.

Young Master Xiange looked at the junior sister in front of him and sighed softly, "I always feel... there is a big trouble in the Yan Palace. Mo'er, do you really want to get involved in these things?" The demon flower is far away in the bitter and cold place in the extreme north, and it is very rare to grow. It is obvious that someone can get it from thousands of miles to poison the Yan King, obviously not to poison the Yan King to death immediately. The Yan King's identity is precious, and I don't know how many conspiracies and intrigues are involved. Similarly, it also shows that the identity and power of the mastermind behind the scenes is probably extraordinary.

Nangong Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry, senior brother, I won't be in trouble. Besides, if it's really, I won't be polite to senior brother."

"Get out!" Mr. Xiange said angrily.

Nangong Mo held the medicine bottle in his hand with a smile and waved, "Then I won't send it to my senior brother, my senior brother will walk slowly."

Young Master Xiange raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and before he could speak, Nangong Mo had already flew towards the direction of the city, and a faint laugh came from afar, "Senior Brother, you have always been angry lately. Be careful that you will scare your red-fried confidants when you get old."
Chapter completed!