Eight Hundred and Seventy-Five Poisonous Medicine

Shen Jiao thought of an ancient recipe she had heard in her previous life, and then thought of what Han Qixiu said just now, she had a bad guess in her heart, and asked carefully, "Is the material of this medicine very sinister?"

Han Qixiu nodded: "Yu Xilin is so suspicious, but he has no evidence, so that's why he called me."

Shen Jiao was so angry that her eyebrows stood on end, and she scolded, "What does this Zhao Guangxiu want to do? How dare he make this kind of pill? Does he still have humanity?"

Han Qixiu sneered: "In order to climb up, what can't such people do? Human nature can be discarded at any time for them!"

Compared with the anger of Shen Jiao and Yu Xilin, Han Qixiu was much calmer. He was a little angry when he first heard it, but now he has calmed down. He has seen countless dirty and evil things over the years. Zhao Guangxiu's medicine is really only for pediatrics.

Shen Jiao scolded a few words out of anger and asked, "How did Yu Xilin know about this?"

"This longevity pill is very popular in their circle, especially those officials and wives, almost everyone has a bottle. Someone recommended this longevity pill to Yue Siyan, and Yue Siyan felt that something was not right, so he went back and told Yu Xilin, Yu Xilin was already proficient in this way, and as soon as he heard it, he knew there was something tricky, so he sent someone to inquire."

Shen Jiao spat and said angrily, "Why didn't the police arrest this bastard?"

Han Qixiu said coldly: "Zhao Guangxiu's clients are mostly high-level people, and many are still in charge of the police. Who dares to arrest him?"

"Could it be that this wicked person is allowed to do evil? I don't know how many children he is going to harm?" Shen Jiao was indignant.

This so-called Changsheng Pill, if she guessed correctly, the raw material should be related to sex, just like the ancient emperor and concubine always used lamb tonic.

But even the ancient emperors would not do things that would be too detrimental to yin morality. For fear of retribution, they only used lambs as supplements, but Zhao Guangxiu, a bastard, dared to take the risk of the world. How bold!

Han Qixiu comforted: "I'll go check it out. As long as there is evidence, I'll respond as above."

"Never let this villain go!"

Shen Jiao didn't know why she was so angry. If she heard about this before Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang was born, she might not be so angry. At that time, she didn't care too much about the lives of others, she only cared about herself. People are attentive.

But after having a son, Shen Jiao felt that her heart softened a lot, especially for children, she couldn't see the child suffer at all, just like the woman who kidnapped before, and Yan Jiu, she felt that such people should be punished by thousands of people. Knives cut.

Young children are so cute and innocent, and they haven't had time to get dirty in this world, how can these wicked people be so cruel?

Shen Jiao often compares these children with Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang, but she doesn't even dare to think about it. As long as she thinks about it, she will feel pain, and her heart aches.

It is conceivable that the parents of those children who have been hurt, if they know that their children are being treated so cruelly, how can they bear it?

"Mom, eat meat, don't eat radish!"

In his sleep, Zhuang Zhuang started talking again, probably because Shen Jiao was stewing radish every day these days, either beef stew or mutton stew, or pork ribs. It's just cold now, and it's a good time to eat white radish, as the saying goes. Eating radish in winter and eating ginger in summer means that there is no need to seek a doctor all year round. Although this is a bit exaggerated, it is not unfounded.

White radish is commonly known as native ginseng. Shen Jiaxing's best one is to make dumplings in cold, stir-fried and stewed soup. Once winter begins, his old man will let Shen Jiao make radishes in different ways, saying that this is the most nourishing, and it is also because, On the menu of the Shen family in winter, radishes often appear.

Shen Jiao walked over to cover the quilts for the little ones. Yuanyuan slept very well and never kicked the quilt, but Zhuangzhuang was restless. There was not a night without kicking the quilt, no matter how thick the quilt you covered,

In less than an hour of sleep, he was able to kick the quilt aside, his body was naked, and the older he got, the more restless he became. Shen Jiao had to get up several times a night, so the little guy always had a runny nose.

Her strong buttocks were raised high, like an ostrich, her head was stuck on the pillow, and she slept sweetly on her stomach. Every time Shen Jiao saw her little son's strange sleeping posture, she was always in admiration.

You can fall asleep just like this, isn't it just a little pig!

She turned her little son over gently, dipped a few times, and a big smile appeared on her lips. She didn't know what to eat in her dream. Shen Jiao wrapped the quilt that was kicked aside and wrapped it up for the little guy. Tucked the quilt of the eldest son again.

"Baby, Mom and Dad will definitely protect you!"

Shen Jiao kissed the little guy's milky cheeks a few times and whispered in their ears.

Kyoto

In the dead of night, on the broad avenues of Kyoto, a black car galloped past and headed towards Jingxiao. Sitting in the car was Zhao Guangxiu, leaning on the back of the chair and closing his eyes.

The car came to a house in the suburbs. The house was very large, with high walls and a deep courtyard. It looked like a large family in the past, and there were no other people around, so it was lonely.

Zhao Guangxiu got out of the car and followed the driver into the house. The house looked bigger and darker, no lights could be seen, but there was no moonlight tonight, and it was so dark that there was no shadow.

Rao has been to this house many times, and every time Zhao Guangxiu comes to this house, he feels uncomfortable, gloomy, and feels like a haunted house.

"I said you can't put a few street lamps on your boss? You can't even see the road in the dark. I'm afraid of falling into the ditch!" Zhao Guangxiu couldn't help complaining.

The driver was a lanky middle-aged man with a pale complexion. His eyes were more white than black. Hearing this, he glanced at Zhao Guangxiu a few times. The pimples in his eyes made Zhao Guangxiu sweat out from his vest.

At this time, he remembered the illustrious name of the man next to him, and he could grind him into mud with a little finger, regretting that he was quick at the time, and hurriedly said with a smile: "Director Mao's diligent and simple style is what A role model for my generation to learn from, a role model!"

The driver glanced at him again and said blankly, "There is a ditch in front!"

Zhao Guangxiu was stunned for a while, and with one foot empty, he almost fell into the ditch, and the driver was held back.

Honestly followed the driver to the deepest part of the house, a yard full of bamboos with a very quiet name - Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Of course, it's impossible for Sister Lin to live in it, but the owner of this house should be a fan of Sister Lin, and the layout of the yard is exactly the same as the description in the book.

Xiuyu has just become a reality, and it can be declared to wait for the phoenix. The poles are green, and all are green and cool. Stepping into the building hinders the water, wearing the curtains hinders the fragrance of the cauldron, don't shake the broken shadow, and the day is long at the beginning of the dream.

The driver came to the door curtain and reported in a deep voice that a slightly shrill voice came from the inner room: "Come in!"

Zhao Guangxiu curled his lips secretly, such a strange person living in a good yard really ruined Sister Lin's good bamboo, alas!