The beauty of the Hou family and the king's plan

Shen Baozhao was shocked when he heard the cold words of Mrs. Wu Anbo. What a coincidence?

Wu Anbo was not very willing to talk about sad things, so he interrupted the conversation and only cared about the third young master: "May I ask Fourth Miss Shen, can Bao'er's disease still be cured?"

Mrs. Wu Anbo also looked at her hopefully.

"It's probably incurable." Shen Baozhao replied.

"I knew that no matter how many people I consulted, the cure still failed. But I always thought that there is always a way out, and I wanted to try even if there was a glimmer of hope. I shouldn't have asked for so much..." Lady Wu Anbo talked to herself again.

Wu Anbo held his old wife's shoulders, and her broad shoulders and back looked a little hunched at this moment.

"Why are you so sad? I told you that there is an 80% chance that it cannot be cured, but that still leaves 20%."

"Your third young master is lucky to have met me. I can't cure this disease, but I can detoxify this poison." Shen Baozhao was confident.

Wu Anbo held his breath in his chest and said to Bao Zhao helplessly: "Niece, we shouldn't talk like this."

When Mrs. Wu'anbo heard Shen Baozhao say this, she looked at her with hope again.

Shen Baozhao also said readily: "I will prick his acupuncture points with golden needles to expel the toxins."

After saying that, Shen Baozhao asked Qingkong to take out the prepared golden needle and had someone take off Young Master Qiao's shirt.

Wu Anbo and his wife just watched from a distance and did not dare to disturb Shen Baozhao.

Acupuncture with golden needles was extremely energy-consuming, but in just a quarter of an hour, beads of sweat already covered Shen Baozhao's forehead.

Qingkong had no choice but to use the fine cotton cloth to wipe her gently.

After the acupuncture, Young Master Qiao happened to wake up.

He opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, pursing his lips tightly. Shen Baozhao saw that he didn't look stupid when he didn't speak.

"Dad~" Young Master Qiao stretched out his hands towards Uncle Wu An in the distance, making a gesture as if he wanted a hug.

Sure enough, he was still the same idiot. But Wu Anbo, a grown man, cried with joy. No one knew how many years he had been waiting for this word "Dad".

Ever since Bao'er was poisoned, he only recognized Madam Wu'anbo and would go crazy at any time.

It was only after the golden pillow pierced his acupoints once that he recognized his father. Only then did Wu Anbo truly believe that Shen Baozhao had real skills.

Shen Baozhao picked up the writing brush beside him and wrote a prescription, handing it to Wu Anbo: "Master, have someone prescribe the medicine according to this prescription, two doses a day."

"I will come again in five days to give you acupuncture. I think after three times, the poison will be gone."

"It's just that my son was poisoned when he was only six years old. He has been living in a daze for the past ten years. His cognition only stays at the level of a six-year-old."

"Fortunately, after the acupuncture, the poison no longer has any effect on him. With some training, I think he will be back to normal soon."

When Mrs. Wu'anbo heard what Shen Baozhao said, she excitedly clasped her hands together and chanted "Amitabha".

Wu Anbo didn't know how to thank Shen Baozhao, so he said, "Niece, I don't need to thank you for your kindness. If you can help me in the future, please let me know."

Shen Baozhao saw that the room of Third Young Master Qiao, a man who often suffered from illness, was filled with magnificent furnishings, many of which were valuable items.

She thought to herself, there was no need to wait until later, Wu Anbo could help her now.

So he said politely, "Master, please treat me as a doctor. Since I cured the Third Young Master, I should get my share of the consultation fee. Right?"

Qingkong was so shocked that his jaw dropped when he saw Shen Baozhao actually talking about money with Wu Anbo.

"Miss..." Just as she was about to open her mouth to persuade him, she was stopped by Bao Zhao.

"Qingkong, what do you want to say? Oh, I see. You mean that the children we rescued have no place to live."

"What? They still need a house for charity?"

"Oh, Qingkong, you should just tell me what you said when you get home. Why are you talking nonsense in front of my uncle?" Shen Baozhao said with a smile.

Wu Anbo could see what the girl was thinking. He called the steward and with a wave of his hand, gave Baozhao a three-story house near Yujing Hutong.

Shen Baozhao was delighted, thinking to herself that Wu Anbo was really sensible. She was determined to make him her friend.

Then he asked, "My Lord, aren't you curious about what poison your son was poisoned by?"

Wu Anbo was obviously still immersed in the joy that his son would soon return to normal, and did not think too much about it.

When Shen Baozhao asked, he also thought about it carefully, and after a while, he said, "I don't know. He has been like this since I took him to the horse farm when he was six years old."

"Some people said that he was frightened by the horse and that's why he went crazy."

Shen Baozhao shook his head: "This poison comes from southern Xinjiang. It is extremely precious and not available to ordinary people."

"I'm afraid that Master Bo should think about whether he has offended anyone from Southern Xinjiang, or anyone who has anything to do with Southern Xinjiang."

Wu Anbo was still confused: "I don't think I have offended anyone. I never argue about things that can be settled with money."

Shen Baozhao thought, I have seen something. The house with three entrances was given to him just as he said it would be.

Then he kindly continued to suggest: "Then you have to consider those you know who have had contact with southern Xinjiang."

Wu Anbo still waved his hand: "People in Southern Xinjiang often use poison and Gu. Since the founding of the Dali Dynasty, there has been little involvement with Southern Xinjiang."

"Moreover, the two countries tacitly used the Ghost Sophora Forest as their boundary. Apart from diplomatic relations, the people of the two countries have hardly ever communicated with each other."

"No one around me has ever been to Southern Xinjiang. If you insist that there is a connection, then the only person I know of is the late queen."

"The late queen was abducted by a beggar when she was young, and was not found until she reached adulthood. It is said that she was rescued by people from southern Xinjiang."

"But the late queen died when the prince was three years old. It is impossible that she was the one who poisoned him."

Wu Anbo couldn't figure out the reason for a moment.

Shen Baozhao thought of what Mrs. Wu'anbo had said before, that the third young master Qiao's brothers were all dead.

Then he asked cautiously: "May I ask, sir, why did the first and second sons die?"

Seeing Shen Baozhao being so serious, Wu Anbo regretted his decision: "I am ashamed to say that my eldest son and second son were poisoned to death by that bitch because of the jealousy of my concubine."

"Oh? Why didn't they deal with the concubine after the eldest son was killed, and let her kill the second son?"

At this point, Wu Anbo was helpless: "The concubine was given by the emperor, and she cannot be beaten to death at will."

"How is the concubine now?" Shen Baozhao asked.

"She died. On the day my two sons died, she committed suicide out of fear of punishment."

"Uncle, do you want to hear my opinion?"

Wu Anbo looked up at Shen Baozhao and nodded.

"All three of the uncle's children have met with accidents, and they are all related to the royal family. Can we reasonably suspect that the murderer is a member of the royal family?" Shen Baozhao lowered his voice.

Wu Anbo stared at Shen Baozhao with sharp eyes, but she was not afraid, she just looked at him steadily.

Finally, Wu Anbo lost his temper and said, "But why?"

"I have never been disrespectful to the royal family. I have been conscientiously managing the horses for His Majesty. I am just a small official, and I will not cause any trouble to others."

"Maybe the man is innocent, but guilty of possessing a treasure?" Shen Baozhao guessed.