The useless princess is causing trouble again

The gate of the Duwei Mansion in Nancheng District is decorated majestically, which makes people feel afraid from afar. The smooth and shiny marble steps are gradually ascending, and there are long and wide stone pillars with dragon patterns carved on both sides. The black doorplate with golden edges has four golden characters "Zheng's Mansion" written on it. The two stone lions are carved vividly, standing in a posture, with sharp claws open, revealing two large upper and lower teeth, and murderous eyes.

At 3 p.m., two black carriages stopped at the gate. Zheng Duwei jumped down from the first carriage with a stern face, stood on the first step, and said in a calm voice, "You follow me to the third young master's courtyard. You must do everything you can to cure him, otherwise I will not let you off easily." Then he walked quickly up the stairs, stepped over the threshold and strode to the left. The two guards beside him followed him expressionlessly.

Three people got off the carriage behind, and the young servant led Doctor Lu and the medicine boy to the mansion. The medicine boy carried a medicine box on his left shoulder and followed Doctor Lu. Because the situation was very urgent, the three people walked faster and faster, worried that if the treatment was delayed, their lives would be in danger.

The most luxuriously decorated Fuheju has a wall that is more than two meters higher than the other courtyards. The golden wall emits a dazzling light. On the left and right sides of the gate are two majestic tigers descending from the mountain, with bared fangs and claws and fierce eyes. On both sides of the gate stand two black-clad guards, with serious and indifferent expressions and silver-black long swords in their hands.

From the side rooms of the main courtyard came the extremely tragic squeals of a man and the sound of things falling to the ground and breaking. Several servants and maids came in and out with blood basins in their hands, and everyone had a panicked look on their faces.

"Get out of here, you bastards. Get out of here, it's itching like hell. It's so itchy, so painful, so uncomfortable."

"Ahhh! Quick, scratch this side for me. Quick, quick, scratch this side too."

"You hurt me, it's so itchy, I'll kill you, you dog slave."

Zheng Duwei stepped into the door of the wing room and looked at the six panicked people in front of him, "You guys are so flustered, how can you serve the Third Young Master well?"

Upon hearing this, the four maids and two servants put down the copper basins in their hands and immediately knelt down respectfully.

"Your servants Zhu/Lan/Ju/Mei, greet the master."

"Your servant Yongsheng/Fugui pays respect to the master."

Zheng Duwei glanced at the blood basin on the ground, frowned and said, "Please tell me the situation of the Third Young Master."

The older Yongsheng raised his head and saluted, "Master, the palace doctor said that the young master's condition is not optimistic. His whole body is festering and he seems to have an incurable disease."

"What are you talking about? How could the Third Young Master have an incurable disease? Where is the palace doctor? Where is the First Madam? Where is the Second Young Lady?"

Zheng Duwei's face was terribly gloomy. He walked over and sat on the mahogany chair next to him. He glanced at the six people on the ground, as if a storm was about to sweep over them. Any careless answer would result in death.

Yongsheng was trembling all over. "Reporting to the master, the eldest lady fainted on the spot when she saw the young master's appearance. The palace doctor went to the kitchen to make medicine, and the second young lady went to the backyard to invite Mr. Gu Ze."

Zheng Duwei tapped the square table in front of him rhythmically with three fingers of his right hand, with a sullen face and no words.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside, and Doctor Lu and the medicine boy walked into the wing room led by the young servant. The young servant said respectfully, "Master, Doctor Lu, can you come in and treat the young master now?"

Zheng Duwei looked over and waved his hand, "Take Doctor Lu in and do everything you can to treat the Third Young Master."

The young servant and Doctor Lu bowed their heads and walked behind the screen together.

Soon, the sound of a man's roar was heard from the inner room.

"Get out, get out, this quack wants to kill me."

"I don't need a quack doctor to treat me. I feel so itchy, so painful, so uncomfortable. I don't want to live any longer. Kill me, kill me."

Then, the sound stopped abruptly.

Zheng Duwei's nerves tensed when he heard this. He stood up and walked behind the screen in two steps. When he looked up, he saw a bloody thing lying on the bed. It was no longer human, and the surroundings were filled with a strong stench.

"What's going on? How did he become like this? Can anyone tell me what happened?"

His rage grew uncontrollably, he clenched his fists, and stared at the five servants at the end of the bed, as if they were poisoned cobras that could take their lives at any time.

One of the tall and thin servants suddenly knelt down on his knees, folded his hands timidly and said, "After the young master met the young man in white today, he kept scratching his hands on the way back, but he didn't pay much attention to it. I didn't expect that the situation would get worse after returning home."

Zheng Duwei's mind flashed with Shangguan Wei's image, and he turned to look at Doctor Lu, "How is the Third Young Master? Can you diagnose what kind of emergency he has?"

Doctor Lu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he answered tremblingly, "Master Wei, the Third Young Master is not suffering from any acute illness, but has been poisoned by a special poison. Unfortunately, I am helpless against poison, so I need to seek help from others. I have given the Third Young Master a relief powder to make him sleep to relieve the pain in his body."

"Poisoned? Doctor Lu, do you know what kind of poison it is?"

"Forgive me for my limited abilities. I have never seen this poison on the market, so I cannot tell you, Lord Supervisor."

Zheng Duwei waved his hand and said sadly, "I understand. Doctor Lu has troubled me to make this trip. Xiaoliu sent them out of the house. I have to think of another way."

"Master, there is always a way out. I believe there will be someone who can cure the Third Young Master. I will take my leave now."

Doctor Lu kowtowed in gratitude, winked at the medicine boy behind him, and then the two of them followed Xiaoliu out from behind the screen.

Zheng Duwei paced around with a sad face, and the servants around him lowered their heads and dared not say a word. The room seemed particularly deserted. Suddenly, a strong voice came from behind, and the person's steady steps made the atmosphere around them rise by several degrees.

"Haha, Brother Zheng, there's no need to be so sad. I'm here to make sure the Third Young Master is fine."

Zheng Ronger walked towards Zheng Duwei with a smile, "Father, don't worry. Mr. Gu already knows the general situation and is 70% sure that he can save my third brother."

Zheng Duwei showed a happy expression, looking at the one-eyed old man in black clothes who was walking over, "If you are serious, then I will trouble Gu Gu to help rescue my son."

Gu Lao smiled and nodded, walked to the bedside, looked at the bloody man lying there with his left eye, threw out a white silk thread from his sleeve and stuck it on the right artery, and then felt the pulse for a while.

He stroked his long beard and said slowly, "The Third Young Master has been poisoned by a rare and severe poison. It is colorless and odorless and will penetrate into the body once it comes into contact with the skin. It can cause a person to die in excruciating pain and be completely bruised within a day. He is a top expert in poisoning. Fortunately, I have an antidote pill from outside the domain that can detoxify the poison and save the Third Young Master's life." He took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms, opened the lid, took out a small red pill, and stuffed it into the mouth of the Third Young Master Zheng.

"I will remember the ancient gift of medicine today."

After half an incense stick of time, the skin on Mr. Zheng San's face gradually healed, the redness and swelling slowly subsided, and his frown relaxed.

"The Third Young Master's condition is stable. The toxins in his body have been eliminated. He will recover after a few days of rest."

Zheng Duwei bowed his hands in gratitude and said, "Thank you very much for saving my son. I have no way to repay you for your kindness. I will definitely help you in the future if you need me."

Gu Lao raised his lips and said, "Since Brother Zheng said so, I do have something to ask of you. I wonder if Brother Zheng will lend a hand."

Zheng Duwei made a gesture of invitation, "Old man, if you have anything to say, just speak up. We are all family. I will go to the study to discuss it in detail now." He turned to look at Zheng Rong'er and instructed, "Rong'er, stay and take care of Dayong. If there is anything, send someone to the study to inform your father."

Zheng Ronger kowtowed and said yes obediently, then watched Zheng Duwei and Gu Lao leave.