The Duke's Daughter is Reborn

The whole courtyard is built on the highest point of the mountain, as if it is in a sea of ​​clouds, shining brightly. There is actually a sea of ​​clouds in this mountain! Oh no, is it fog?

However, the light emitted from this room does not seem like the light from night pearls and torches, but rather like sunlight!

Unable to help but look up, Yang Qi suddenly saw the long-lost sunshine. The sun above his head shone brightly on his body, which was very comfortable.

After so many days, I finally felt a ray of sunshine.

You will never cherish what you get, and you will always be disturbed by what you don’t get. Yang Qi now knows the true meaning of this sentence!

On normal days, how could I be so overjoyed just by seeing the sunshine everywhere?

However, the outside of this mountain looks no different from ordinary mountains. So where does the sunlight above come from? What method did Mo Chong use to bring the sunlight in?

Walking into the yard, Yang Qi looked at the two-story courtyard, which was not much different from ordinary courtyards.

I think it was Mo Chong. Although he received some unfair treatment because of his appearance, the Mo family was a prominent family after all. Therefore, he received a nobleman-style education since childhood. This traditional idea was still imprinted in his heart, including the layout of this courtyard.

Seeing Yang Qi's curious look, Mo Chong suddenly stopped and stared at her for a few seconds: "Your name is Xiao Qi?"

Noticing Mo Chong's gaze, Yang Qi nodded. This name was told to Wang Yi at that time, and the soldiers outside must have heard it as well. It was not surprising that Mo Chong knew this name now.

Pointing to the house in front of him, Mo Chong said, "The herbs you need are all inside. You stay here for the next few days. If you need anything, tell the soldiers outside.

I have already given the order. As long as your request is reasonable, it will be met.

Also, when will I see the antidote?"

Listening to Mo Chong's series of instructions, Yang Qi said seriously: "Master Zhu, your condition is complicated. As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain falling, and illness goes away like pulling a thread. Your illness has been lingering for a long time and has penetrated deep into your blood. I have to prepare and adjust the dosage of this medicine carefully.

However, Master Zhu, don't worry, Xiaoqi will report the progress of the day to you every day."

Glancing at Yang Qi who spoke respectfully, Mo Chong said, "Okay, then I'll wait for your progress today."

Although Mo Chong tried his best to conceal his tone as calm as possible, Yang Qi knew that the excitement and agitation in his heart had already reached its peak.

"By the way, my yard is full of traps. If you want to live a few more days, don't come out and seek death.

Otherwise, I’m afraid if you take a wrong step, your head will explode.

It doesn't matter if you die, but you have to hold on until the antidote is made before you die."

Then, Mo Chong picked up a stone from the ground and threw it casually into the grass. Immediately, several sharp arrows shot towards the direction of the stone in the grass.

The tip of the arrow was extremely sharp and it was reflecting light under the sunlight, making Yang Qi feel a little nervous.

With this speed and mechanism, there was no way a weak woman like herself could resist it. Yang Qi silently touched her neck, the fear in her eyes was self-evident.

Having successfully shocked Yang Qi and gotten the desired reaction, Mo Chong laughed a few times and then entered the main house in the yard.

Yang Qi looked at the distance between this "pharmacy" and the main house. Mo Chong really trusted him so much that he let him live so close to the main house.

Aren’t you afraid that I can poison you and send you away?

However, thinking of Mo Chong's actions just now, Yang Qi lowered his head again. This yard was full of dangers, and he didn't know why that madman designed so many traps by his pillow.

I'm not afraid that one day I'll drink too much and not be able to see the road clearly, so I'll bump into a mechanism and get shot into a hedgehog!

The space in the pharmacy was quite large, and the rightmost part was separated by a screen. Yang Qi took a look and saw a bed inside. This would be his place to rest.

Everyone grabbed a large bag of medicinal materials from the pharmacy. Except for the three herbs lying quietly on the table, the rest were packed in sacks and gathered together.

Yang Qi carefully checked all the herbs. Well, they were good. The herbs here were relatively fresh and there was no problem using them.

However, the biggest problem now is that Mo Chong’s disease is simply incurable!

Although albinism is rare, it is not without record. There is a record of this disease in the "Experience Notes" left by my grandfather. However, my grandfather also wrote clearly at the back: There is currently no medicine or method to cure this symptom.

Yang Qi learned from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince that Mo Chong was suffering from this disease, and he specially wrote a letter to ask Zong Yue about the latest progress in the diagnosis and treatment of this disease.

However, because this disease is too rare, Zong Yue has never seen such a patient in all his years of medical practice, and naturally he has no relevant treatment methods.

At that time, during the confrontation, the situation was really too urgent and Yang Qi had no other way, so he used the treatment of this disease to buy time.

During the few days of being imprisoned, Yang Qi had thought of many countermeasures. There was no antidote, but as long as he could make medicine to alleviate the situation in these few days, it would be enough.

The prevalence of albinism is extremely low, and most doctors have never encountered such a case in their lives. Therefore, the doctor that Mo Chong had previously consulted might not have been able to diagnose his condition.

This is a good thing, as it leaves room for me to talk nonsense.

My grandfather's notes recorded that, in addition to the differences in hair and skin between patients with albinism and normal people, their vision is worse than that of ordinary people. If I want to get through these few days safely, I just need to start with my vision.