Chapter 1267

Yang Xuan clenched his hand under his embroidered robe and went out with the doctors.

The housekeeper also got up to leave, and was shouted by Su Ye

"Housekeeper, close the door. I have something to ask you."

"Yes, Miss Su."

Song Jue leaned against the door, looked at Yang Xuan's back and left slowly.

When everyone leaves, the door of the room closes.

Su Ye reached out and removed the cotton cloth wrapped on Grandpa's head.

The wound, which has been more than half a month, has not scabbed, and even is still wet with layers of cotton cloth.

The housekeeper was stunned when he saw the fresh wound.

Before, because the old owner was in a coma, they all focused on why the old owner was in a coma.

And the doctor has checked that the wound on the head is not fatal.

So that people ignore the wound on their head.

She stared at the wound for a moment and followed

"Do you have a bowl?"

The housekeeper nodded quickly

"Yes, yes."

Then Su Ye stood up, turned around the screen fan and came to the wall where all kinds of medicinal powders and pills were stored.

Grandpa is good at studying these. There are basically all kinds of medicinal powders and pills on this wall, covering a wide range.

She drew out one of the small drawers and took out a porcelain vase.

Then he went to the bed again and sat down.

Pull grandpa's hand, pierce it with a silver needle, tick, tick.

The blood quickly dripped into the housekeeper's porcelain bowl.

Then Su Ye opened the porcelain bottle in her hand and poured in the powder.

Soon the blood in the bowl turned dark green.

The housekeeper didn't understand medicine, but he knew a lot about old master Yang. He immediately reacted

"Toxic?"

Su Ye's eyes fell on Grandpa's fingers.

The tiny wound pierced by the silver needle was still dripping blood after a while.

Her voice was faint

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"Baihua poison."

She quickly put a little sharp in her eyes and clenched grandpa's fingers.

The other side.

Yang Xuan returned to his room and closed the door with a bang.

After a while, a black figure appeared in the room.

From that figure, although dressed like a man, his waist is thin and concave convex. He is a woman.

The next second, Yang Xuan smashed the tea cup on the table with a bang.

His face was gloomy and ugly,

"Didn't you tell me that she died three years ago and would never come back? What is the woman in the side hall now, a ghost? "

The woman held a machete in her hand and played with it. A strand of hair hung down. There was no reduction in her indifference and sharpness in her eyes

"Who knows she can come back? I thought I'd never see her in my life. "

As she spoke, a sneer arose from the corners of her lips.

Yang Xuan went to the woman, looked at her up and down, and narrowed his eyes

"Xihua, do you have a grudge against her?"

The woman's mind flashed all kinds of embarrassing pictures in the palace, and her face was full of malice

"Deep hatred, she must die."

Yang Xuan stared at the woman quietly, as if to measure whether what she said was true or false.

As a result, after looking at her for a long time, the woman sneered for a moment

"Young master Yang doesn't have to look like it's none of his business. Your eldest brother fell and died soon. Now your grandfather fell again and is about to die. If Su Ye finds out that you poisoned both of them for the sake of being the head of the family, how long do you think you can live? "