[Ancient customs·Poison doctor·Group pet·Slap in the face·Medical skills]
I was originally a handyman who worked as a nurse in the imperial hospital, and I just wanted to get out of the palace and open a small pharmacy.
Unexpectedly, he picked up a little prince with wounds all over his body - the ultimate tyrant who would be recorded in future history books as "bloodbathing three tribes and burning books and humiliating Confucian scholars".
Seeing him gnawing grass roots so hungry, my salted fish DNA moved: If I invest in him now, will I be able to be the Queen Mother in the future? !
So the "Tyrant Development Plan 2.0" Was started: Was someone else poisoning you? I made the antidote with my backhand; the imperial doctor made things difficult? I live broadcasted the dissection of Gu insects and slapped them in the face; the noble concubine wants to silence her? I asked him to call me "Sister" in public!
But why does this cub get more and more wrong the more he raises it? At the enthronement ceremony, he lifted up his dragon robe and said: "I will give you half of my kingdom - it is not enough to call me sister, I should call you queen." Or? I asked him to call me "Sister" in public!
