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Chapter 254 Ma Bo Powder

Tang Zheng coughed because he was feeling irritable, which made his back pain even worse.

“I know Father thinks I am too soft-hearted, but I think that although they failed to protect their master, my Wei State Duke’s Mansion is a benevolent family after all. Directly killing them would damage the reputation of the Wei State Duke’s Mansion. It would be better to give them a chance to make amends.”

"Does Father think my idea is correct?" Tang Zhao looked at Tang Zheng with bright eyes.

Tang Zheng felt as if a breath was stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Zhao Zhao did the right thing," Tang Zheng forced a smile. "I'm tired and need to rest. You should go back and rest too."

Tang Zhao refused, saying, "I will stay here with my father and not go anywhere else."

Tang Zheng felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, but because Tang Zhao was serving him, he didn't dare to fall asleep. He could only force himself to stay awake and talk to Tang Zhao in a daze, and finally he couldn't help but fall asleep.

Listening to Tang Zheng's even and deep breathing, Tang Zhao stared intently at him, wishing he could smother him with a pillow to atone for the dozens of lives lost by the Song family.

Unfortunately, Tang Zheng was an envoy sent by the imperial court to the northwest. If he were to die, King Xuan and the northwest would be in big trouble.

Tang Zhao suppressed his urge to act, got up and walked to the window, gazing absently at the scenery outside.

In the afternoon, Tang Zheng was woken up from his deep sleep.

"Father, it's time to drink medicine."

Tang Zhao scooped up a spoonful of medicine and fed it to the Duke of Wei.

"I can do it myself."

Tang Zhao dodged Tang Zheng's hand, saying, "My father is ill, and it is my duty to be by his bedside to fulfill my filial duty."

"Father, don't worry. I've been taking medicine since I was little, and my nanny has fed me many times. I know how to give medicine."

Tang Zheng had no choice but to comply and reluctantly raised his head to drink the medicine.

After drinking three large bowls of medicine, Tang Zheng not only felt numb from the bitterness of the medicine, but his neck also ached terribly.

Tang Zhao carefully wiped the medicine stains from the corners of Tang Zheng's mouth with a handkerchief, and said smugly, "Father, you see, I told you I would take good care of you while you take your medicine."

"Your daughter will serve you a drink at tonight's meal."

"Want to come again?" Tang Zheng felt a little overwhelmed. "No need, you should go and get back to work."

Tang Zhao felt that nothing was more important than dealing with Tang Zheng, and refused to leave no matter what. In the end, it was Doctor Pei who managed to get Tang Zhao to leave.

"Old Zhong said that the anesthetic drug has been developed and he wants you to go and see its effects."

Well, Tang Zhao reluctantly left the ward, turning back every few steps.

Tang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

In the front yard, Dr. Zhong, who had heard that Tang Zheng had been punished, was in high spirits and looked at Tang Zhao with even more kindness in his eyes.

As expected of the Song family's children, they've got guts!
"Grandpa Zhong, Grandpa Pei said you've made an anesthetic?"

"What anesthetic? That's called Mafeisan!" Old Mr. Zhong gently patted Tang Zhao's head. "Don't change the names left by our ancestors so carelessly, it's disrespectful!"

"Oh, Tang Zhao doesn't care," he said. "So, did you manage to make it?"

"It's done!" Dr. Zhong pulled a glass bottle from his sleeve, which contained a colorless and transparent liquid. "I tried more than a hundred times according to the prescriptions in the ancient books, and finally extracted the main ingredients from drugs with anesthetic effects such as datura, aconite, and datura to make this small bottle of Mafeisan. It has the miraculous effects of promoting blood circulation, relieving pain, calming the mind and soothing the nerves."

Tang Zhao took the bottle and looked at it. "Have you had someone try it?"

"I've tried it, and it does relieve pain, but the effect is very short-lived, lasting only for two hours. To keep the pain relieved, you need to take it every two hours."

Tang Zhao was astonished, "This one bottle lasts for two hours? How much anesthetic would a person need to recover from an injury?"

How about we consider the cost?
Dr. Zhong, in a fit of temper, declared, "Anyway, this is all the anesthetic I've ever developed. If the princess finds it unsuitable, then we'll have to find someone more capable!"

"No, no, no, Grandpa Zhong, it was Zhao Zhao's fault!" Tang Zhao quickly coaxed, "Two hours is good, two hours is the best. Please don't hold a grudge against a child like me." Doctor Zhong gave a haughty snort, "We don't have enough datura flowers."

"what?"

"You only gave me such a small handful of seeds. It took me more than two years to grow such a small flower bed!" Old Mr. Zhong looked at Tang Zhao with the eyes of someone looking at a miser. "How can the lord of a city be so stingy?"

Because I didn't buy it with silver, I traded it for life points!
After Tang Zhao's life points exceeded 800, the system added an exchange shop interface, where life points could be used to exchange for items.

Tang Zhao looked at the items on the interface that cost hundreds of health points, and only bought the most useful and cheapest Datura seeds at the moment.

Just like that, Tang Zhao lost fifty health points, and now he has seven hundred and fifty left.

The redemption mall was thus shut down.

So heartless!

"I only know how to grow medicinal herbs and treat patients; I don't understand or want to know anything else."

Tang Zhao:. . . . . .

Do people say it?
"I understand. I will get you some more datura seeds as soon as possible."

Dr. Zhong was satisfied.

Burdened with enormous debt, Tang Zhao sighed and lamented, losing even the interest in tormenting Tang Zheng.

Having escaped death, Tang Zheng lay in bed, pondering how to send a message outward.

In the Northwest military camp, all the guards from the Duke of Wei's mansion who had been flogged fifty times were lying on single beds in the military medical camp, grimacing as the military doctors applied medicine to their wounds.

A moment later, Gu Xuan, having applied the medicine, left with her entourage. Da Hua deliberately walked at the back and took the opportunity to drop a note.

The guard leader hurriedly picked it up and hid it in his bosom. He only opened it when only his own men were left. It read: "The weapons workshop is located at the innermost part of the west side of the military camp. It is guarded by soldiers day and night. Do not act rashly unless you are absolutely certain."

The handwriting was crooked and messy, and there were even several misspelled words. It was obvious that the writer had just learned the language.

The head of the guards remembered the helper the Duke had mentioned; it must be her.

Remembering the contents of the letter, the guard leader gave up his plans for the night's espionage and obediently lay down to rest.

As soon as the guards were able to get out of bed, Tang Zhao summoned them to the Song clan's fields to fetch water.

"Fetch water?" The guard leader asked incredulously. "We are guards."

Tang Zhao wouldn't tolerate it, "Are you going to choose or not?"

Behind them, Wu Yi'er and the others drew their swords with a swift motion.

The Wei State Duke's guards, empty-handed, swallowed their anger and obediently went to fetch water.

Tang Zhao sneered.

The wound on his back healed and festered with the daily task of carrying water, and when it reopened for the eighth time, the guard finally couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm not picky about the dry ones anymore!"

"Who is she, daring to make us brothers endure injuries to carry water?"

"When they're happy, they call her 'Miss,' but when they're unhappy, she's just an orphan girl who can be bullied by anyone?"

"What kind of high and mighty attitude is this in front of us old folks?!"

"I'm not just putting on airs like a young lady, I'm putting on airs like a princess too! What, you have a problem with that?"

"Speak your mind in front of me, Princess!"

The guard leader knew inwardly that something was wrong.