Song Zhe couldn't stand listening anymore, so he stood up and pushed Song Li out.
"Okay, dad, I'm going to bed! Go back quickly!"
When Song Li came to his senses, he was already locked out by Song Zhe.
He shook his head helplessly: "You bastard, you will suffer disaster sooner or later."
The more Song Zhe thought about it, the angrier he became and decided to teach Su Jinhuan a lesson.
He asked the boy to get some intoxicating drugs, and planned to get them into Su Jinhuan's room and knock her out. Wouldn't it be like letting others slaughter her.
Thinking like this, Song Zhe was already getting excited.
The boy gingerly took the medicine and blew it into Su Jinhuan's room.
The slender bamboo tube penetrated the window paper, and smoke as thin as cicada wings floated into the house along the bamboo tube.
After taking the medicine, the boy wanted to leave, but when he turned around, he saw Su Jinhuan staring at him coldly.
He trembled with fright and dropped the bamboo tube in his hand.
The boy's lips trembled and he took a few steps back.
Su Jinhuan bent down to pick up the bamboo tube and played with it in his hand.
"It's too bad. This is not good! You can find a thinner one next time so it's not easy to be noticed!"
"you you you!"
The boy didn't say anything for a long time, looking at Su Jinhuan blankly.
"What's wrong with me?"
Su Jinhuan's lips curved into a mocking smile.
The boy's face turned pale, his legs were weak and he knelt on the ground begging for mercy: "Master Su, please forgive me, I... I just acted under orders, I had no choice but to do so!"
"I didn't say I wanted to teach you a lesson!"
The boy was stunned and looked up at her, but Su Jinhuan's expression was clearly sinister, like that Shura in hell.
"Get up!" Su Jinhuan raised her hand: "Song Zhe asked you to do this, right?"
The boy stood up and nodded.
"How can such a low-level drug confuse anyone?"
Boy:? ? ? I spent a lot of money to buy this, but it’s still tasteless!
Su Jinhuan threw a packet of medicine to the boy: "Let your young master try this, the effect will be better."
After saying that, Su Jinhuan entered the room and closed the door.
The boy looked at the packet of medicine in his hand, was stunned for a moment, and then ran back to Song Zhe's room in a panic.
When Song Zhe saw him coming back, he asked excitedly: "How is it! Is it done?"
The boy shook his head: "Young Master...has been discovered."
Song Zhe's expression changed and he kicked him hard: "Trash! I asked you to do something, but you can't do it well!"
"Master! I'm really careful already! Who knew Master Su would find out so quickly!"
"The medicine is so expensive, how could she find out!"
The boy took out the packet of medicine given by Su Jinhuan and handed it over tremblingly: "Master Su also said that he would like you to try this medicine, it will work better than the one you bought."
Song Zhe took it and looked at it wrapped in ordinary paper, not taking it seriously.
He opened it directly. The moment he opened it, he felt dizzy and fell to the ground unconscious.
The boy was not much better, and he fainted. Before he fainted, he muttered: "Sure enough...it works."
Su Jinhuan stood at the door, leaning on the door frame and looking at the two unconscious people, and shook her head: "They are both good and fun-loving."
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next day
When Song Zhe woke up, it was already the evening of the next day. He looked at the boy sleeping like a dead pig next to him and became furious.
He kicked the boy hard: "Get up!"
The boy opened his eyes in confusion, looked around, saw the furious Song Zhe, and quickly knelt in front of him: "Master, calm down!"
"It's all your fault!"
"Master Su is an imperial doctor... I'm young... I didn't know this medicine was so effective!"
"Get out!"
The boy quickly got up and was about to leave when he was stopped by Song Zhe again.
"return!"
"Master, do you have any other instructions?"
"I'm hungry!"
"Young man, go and prepare food for the young master!"
The boy ran away in a hurry.
At this time, Su Jinhuan was performing acupuncture on Song Weixin, and Song Li was watching from the side.
Even Song Li was amazed by her skillful technique.
At a young age, Silver Needle was a master of magic.
In these years, he has only seen one person with such a technique.
"Master Su, I dare to ask, who taught you this silver needle?"
Song Li couldn't help but ask.
Su Jinhuan looked calm: "No comment."
Four simple words blocked Song Li's words.
Just as Su Jinhuan was pulling out all the silver needles, the boy next to Song Zhe ran over in a hurry, breathing heavily.
"Master, it's not good! Master, he..."
"What's up with him?"
"You'd better... go over and have a look!"
Song Li's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look at Su Jinhuan: "Master Su, let's go together!"
Su Jinhuan nodded and followed him silently.
When the two arrived at Song Zhe's room, they were shocked to find Song Zhe lying on the ground, holding his throat, with an ugly expression, as if he couldn't breathe.
Song Li was shocked: "Song Zhe, what's wrong with you? Are you poisoned?"
