Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Chapter 1273: Ling Shen is poisoned!

Qianhong told the matter, and Gu Nuoer knew what was going on.

It turned out that in the early morning, Concubine Lu sent Ling Tianyin to the court first, and Ling Shen also got up and sat at the table for breakfast.

But when Concubine Lu came back, the hall had turned into a mess of porridge, and Ling Shen had also passed out with a deadly pale face, with black blood flowing from his lips.

The porridge Ling Shen ate was poisonous. After the incident, the maid who served him porridge this morning was found to have committed suicide and was hanged in the house.

Concubine Lu hurriedly summoned the imperial doctor, but was told that what Ling Shen had taken was blindly poisonous.

Concubine Lu collapsed, and when the palace servants surrounded Ling Shen trying to find a way, Qianhong blinked and found that Concubine Lu was gone.

A group of people had six gods and no masters, and then they thought of Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming who lived in the side hall!

The little princess Yaoguang is quite assertive, and the Yongye Hou around her is very capable, they will definitely have a solution!

So Qianhong thought of coming to Gu Nuoer for help.

When the little guy and Ye Siming arrived at the main hall together, the two imperial physicians were already at the door anxiously discussing the remedy.

But obviously there are differences of opinion, and they have already quarreled red-faced.

"This is the end of the matter, of course, we are calling the entire Taiyuan Hospital to detoxify and treat His Highness Shen!"

Another imperial doctor retorted: "His Royal Highness Shen has been taking arsenic for a long time, and the dosage is quite a lot. Now it's more fortunate and less fortunate. What's the use of summoning all the imperial doctors!"

"For today's plan, of course, first report it to the emperor to know!"

Seeing this, Qianhong quickly explained in a low voice in Gu Nuo'er's ear: "These two are the two imperial doctors in the Imperial Hospital who have studied poisons."

Gu Nuo'er had a serious look on her pink and delicate face.

"Let them stop arguing here." The little guy was fierce, with an unstoppable coercion.

Qianhong immediately said solemnly to the two imperial physicians: "His Royal Highness Shen is unconscious, and the Empress does not know where to go. The two adults are still arguing with each other, so please be quiet for a while!"

The two imperial physicians watched, Qian Hong respectfully invited Gu Nuo'er and Ye Siming in.

They frowned suspiciously.

What use can a princess and a prince of an enemy country do?

After Gu Nuo'er entered, she saw Ling Shen lying on the couch at a glance.

The little face was pale, with a dying yellow color, and the lips were bloodless, only the black blood on the corners of the lips was shocking.

Gu Nuo'er just stared at it for a moment, and knew that Ling Shen's time was running out.

If the toxins in his body are no longer resolved, after half a stick of incense, he will die.

Gu Nuo'er's small face immediately revealed the dark light of Qing Lingling, and her voice was clear and orderly to arrange everyone.

"Sister Qianhong, you brought two imperial physicians to prescribe a prescription for a violent vomiting."

"By the way, Sister Qianhong will arrange for two more trustworthy palace maids to watch over the poisonous meals at the scene!"

"The rest boil hot water and prepare to bathe brother Shen'er."

"Brother Siming, the whereabouts of the beautiful concubine will be handed over to you."

Ye Siming heard the words, didn't say anything extra, turned around and walked out.

Gu Nuo'er took back her moist eyes: "The rest of the people go out, I'm going to detoxify brother Shen'er."

Detox?

Everyone looked at the six or seven-year-old little guy with suspicion and surprise.

Will Princess Yaoguang still detoxify?

Qianhong choked and said, "Princess, our Highness Shen will not die, right?"

Gu Nuo'er's face was solemn, and her delicate fingers had been pressed against Ling Shen's eyebrows.

Her voice was soft but firm: "No, I want to save his life, even if the King of Hell comes in person, it will be useless."