In the 20th year of Jiajing's reign, Qizhou.
Wu Zhilan, the daughter of the poisonous doctor Wu Tiexin, lived incognito for fifteen years and married into the Li Mansion, a well-known family in Taiyuan Hospital. On their wedding night, she personally drank Hehuan San in Hexin wine just to test the true identity of her husband Li Shizhen.
Unexpectedly, a murder occurred at the wedding banquet. Three guests died suddenly in strange circumstances. Wu Zuo concluded that it was arsenic poisoning, but Wu Zhilan smelled the smell of bitter almonds from the mouth of the deceased and said it clearly: this was a combination of bitter almonds mixed with arsenic to kill people. The poisoner was very knowledgeable about pharmacology.
The whole hall was shocked.
Li Shizhen was shocked as she watched this gentle bride bend over to perform an autopsy and open the jaw of the deceased with a neat technique - he originally married her for the Wu family's incomplete poison recipe, to fill in the gaps in the poison chapter of "Compendium of Materia Medica". Little did he know that the person next to him was a vicious man crawling out of hell.
And Wu Zhilan didn't know that although the hands holding her were warm, there was a hint of calculation between the fingers.
The two teamed up to investigate amidst temptation and suspicion, from the wedding banquet murder case to the Qizhou plague, from the secret battle at the imperial hospital to the power struggle in the capital, layer by layer, they uncovered the shady story of Yan Song's gang members in both the government and the public. She uses poison to pull out the enemy's minions in the dark, while he uses the scent of medicine to hang a pot in the light to save the world. When the revenge for killing her father points to the same name, when the old story of the brothel is dug out and threatened, when the identity of King Yu's spy pushes her into a deeper political whirlpool——
She originally thought that marrying him was just a move to get closer to her enemy, but little did she know that during the days and nights she was dancing on the tip of a knife, someone was willing to break twenty years of medical practice for her and write lies on the autopsy sheet.
The fragrance of medicine and poisonous mist are intertwined, and calculation and sincerity are intertwined. Her life was like a bitter medicine. It was astringent in the mouth and bitter in the aftertaste. Only the moment she swallowed it, there was a hint of sweetness of risking death and rebirth.
And this hint of sweetness was handed over by him.
Intention: Medicine and poison have the same origin, and there is only a thin line between good and evil in people's hearts. Holding on to the scent of medicine in your heart at the darkest moment is salvation.
