Su Ruotang wrinkled her delicate eyebrows and changed the subject, "Do you usually live here alone?"
Sheng Han hummed in a low voice, his eyes fell on the bamboo basket in her hand, his expression was calm, "Add a little green leaf grass, Mo Rongyan can..." He has one month left to live.
He paused slightly and continued: "Mo Rongyan can use 40 to 50% of his internal energy."
"Blue leaf grass?" Su Ruotang was stunned for a moment.
Sheng Han pointed to the basket containing fresh herbs in front of him: "That's the light yellow herb."
Su Ruotang looked over.
In the basket, there is a light yellow herb.
"Rabbit silk grass?... Chilly grass leaves..." Su Ruotang's eyes lit up.
Fight poison with poison.
Biyecao, which was called Rabbit Grass in its previous life, is highly poisonous.
Supplemented by moldy cold herbs, new toxins can be formed in Mo Ronyan's body.
It allows him to use 40 to 50% of his internal strength.
Sheng Han picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea slowly.
"But this way, he could be killed at any time."
He put down the teapot, and what came with the broken sound was his gentle voice, "Have you thought clearly? If he dies, I will dissolve him with a bottle of corpse water to avoid polluting my territory. .”
Su Ruotang grabbed the rabbit silk grass from his previous life and threw it into the medicine basket in a perfect parabola, "Mr. Sheng is a master of medicine and poison."
Sheng Han picked up the tea cup and shook it gently.
The green tea leaves rippled along with the tea water.
There was a self-deprecating curve on his lips: "A master of both medicine and poison?"
"What's the use? I still can't save her..."
The last words just escaped from the lips and were blown away by the cool breeze.
Su Ruotang picked up the medicine basket: "Huh?"
Sheng Han took a sip of tea and said, "The kitchen is across the way. Make your own medicine."
"Mr. Sheng." Su Ruotang suddenly spoke, his eyebrows curved.
Under the night, the girl's facial features are exquisite, and her black and white eyes are full of life.
Sheng Han looked at her steadily, a single syllable escaped from his throat, "Huh?"
Su Ruotang raised her red lips. Even though the wounds on her face were horribly red and swollen, she did not hide her beauty. "Is my mother really your old friend?"
Sheng Han nodded lightly.
The curvature of Su Ruotang's lips became wider, and his eyebrows curved, "Then for the sake of saving us, I will call you brother."
elder brother?
Sheng Han looked at her strangely: "Take advantage of me?"
Su Ruotang rolled his eyes: "If it weren't for the sake of my mother and you saving us, I wouldn't have called you brother."
Sheng Han laughed: "If your mother knew, she would rather not have this face."
Su Ruotang didn't care: "She has no chance to know in this life."
Sheng Han: "..."
If it weren't for the similar face, he really doubted that she was not Ran'er's daughter.
Obviously, when I was a child, I was extremely clingy.
Now when talking about Ran'er, his tone is calm and gentle.
Thinking of what happened to this child in the Prime Minister's Mansion during his years of seclusion.
He was suddenly relieved.
In that kind of environment, she was able to acquire medical skills without becoming crooked.
After a moment of silence, Sheng Han threw a porcelain bottle on the low table to Su Ruotang, "Remember to wipe it three times a day."
"I'm not good-looking to begin with, and I can't get married if I'm disfigured."
Su Ruotang caught the porcelain vase and raised his eyebrows: "Brother, let me remind you that I am already married."
Sheng Han seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "My husband is half-legged at the gate of hell. You can consider remarrying as soon as possible."
Su Ruotang: "..."
"Brother, he is your brother-in-law after all."
"so?"
"I don't expect you to save him, but please give him some clean clothes."
"I'm not in the habit of waiting on others."
"Okay, you go make the medicine and I'll take care of him."
Sheng Han looked at the moldy herbs in her basket and refused without hesitation, "I won't boil it."
The bitter taste of moldy herbs can make people doubt their life.
Su Ruotang picked up the basket: "Then it's up to my brother to change his clothes."
After saying this, she carried the basket and walked briskly to the kitchen.
Sheng Han rubbed the glazed black tea cup with his fingertips, and his eyes fell on the girl making medicine in the kitchen next to her.
After a while, he drank the tea in one gulp and chuckled, "I really owe you two."
He turned the tea cup and did not look back for a long time.
After a long time, he leaned on the low couch and looked blankly at the night sky, "Ran'er, your daughter is really outstanding."
"If you see it, you must be very happy, right?"
He tightened his grip on the tea cup.
Ran'er, your revenge.
I want you to repay it yourself!
Swinging his sword to remove the bloody clothes on Mo Ronyan's body, Sheng Han stared at his heart.
His facial features were half hidden in the dim candlelight, dim and unclear.
After a while, his eyelashes were lowered, and his pale and thin fingers slowly landed on Mo Ronyan's heart.
Just a slight movement of internal force can break Mo Rongyan's heart veins.
In the kitchen, Su Ruotang stared at Sheng Han closely through the mist rising from the medicine jar.
A cold light loomed between the slender white fingers.
Her charming peach blossom eyes were covered with frost.
Seeing Sheng Han put his hand on Mo Rongyan's heart.
She slowly raised the anesthetic gun in her hand.
Her soft lips drew blood again.
The young white fingertips gradually exerted force.
Just when she was about to press it down completely, Sheng Han grabbed the quilt and threw it casually on Mo Ronyan.
Su Ruotang's fingertips were so tense that they were stiff and trembling slightly.
This time, she won the bet.
Although Sheng Han's identity is unknown, he will not harm her.
Sheng Han calmly glanced at Su Ruotang, who had opened the lid of the medicine jar and checked the medicine juice, and laughed softly, "Little girl, you are more cautious than when you were a child."
When his hand fell on Mo Rongyan's heart just now, the sense of crisis in his heart flashed away.
The sense of crisis came from the direction of the kitchen.
"Xiao Haitang, I'll go find the medicine, and you can do the rest yourself."
Sheng Han walked out of the room with his hands behind his hands and shouted.
Su Ruotang pinched her nose, tears streaming down her face from the bitter taste of the medicine, "I want to take a bath!"
"There is a hot spring in the bamboo forest behind the house."
After Sheng Han finished speaking, he saw a black bird in the forest behind, and his eyes flickered slightly.
