"Su Mohan, do you believe that your eyes will get better?" Concubine Ye turned her head to look at the man in the center of the room.

"Huh?"

"I'm sure you'll get better." Concubine Ye retracted her gaze softly, didn't look at any other paintings, and pushed Su Mohan's wheelchair out of the studio with this painting.

"Why did you only take this one?" Su Mohan asked.

Concubine Ye was slightly surprised: "You also know this?" ”

"I've been blind for so long, and I should always be able to hear some patterns in your behavior."

"Every painting is like a book, and at the speed at which I read a book, I naturally can't be too greedy."

After Concubine Ye pushed him back to the living room, she found a wall and planned to hang the painting, but Su Mohan had been waiting patiently on the side.

Concubine Ye tried repeatedly for a while, adjusted the angle, and hung the painting on a wall.

'Boom! ’

As a result, as soon as she turned around, the painting on the wall fell directly to the ground, and the frame of the picture was directly cracked, and Concubine Ye was a little distressed when she saw it.

"Not hanging?" Su Mohan opened his mouth to ask.

"I didn't hang ......" Concubine Ye flattened her mouth, squatted down to carefully examine the painting, praying that if the frame was broken, it would be broken, but don't hurt her mother's painting.

"How?" Su Mohan spoke again.

Concubine Ye shook her head: "It's just that the frame is broken, and the painting ......"

Before Concubine Ye finished speaking, she stared at the piece of paper that fell out of the back of the painting and frowned: "What is this?" ”

Su Mohan frowned and was a little anxious: "What's the matter?" ”

Concubine Ye was afraid of him, so she hurriedly said: "It's nothing, it's just that a piece of paper fell out of the picture frame, with some incomprehensible drug names written on it, and I don't know why it is in the picture frame." ”

Hearing this, Su Mohan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Quick... Read it to me......"

Concubine Ye looked at the piece of paper carefully, and then read it with some difficulty: "Aminoterpine, mifepristone, aspirin, phenacetin, tetracycline, ......"

Su Mohan's heart moved, obviously a little excited, and he actually stood up directly from the wheelchair.

He had swept through several palace poison ingredients before, and these things that Concubine Ye had read happened to appear in them.

Yes, he had always been wrong.

Jiang Huiru did not hide the recipe in her own place, but divided the recipe into eight parts and hid them in Song Lingwei's frame, and then when she was dealing with Song Lingwei's relics, she sold these paintings all over the world, so the top priority now is to find these paintings of Concubine Ye's biological mother back then!

Concubine Ye looked at Su Mohan a little blankly, seeing that his expression seemed to be a little excited, she repeatedly looked carefully at the yellowed note in her hand, but no matter how she looked at it, it was just the names of some medicinal ingredients that she couldn't understand, and she didn't know what it did.

"Su Mohan, what the hell is this?" Concubine Ye supported him with some worry and asked again.

"It's... Very important stuff. A rare smile appeared on Su Mohan's face.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Concubine Ye didn't ask again, but handed him the piece of paper and said, "It's so important, then I'll leave it to you, I'm afraid I accidentally forgot where to put it." ”

Su Mohan grabbed the piece of paper and said to Concubine Ye: "Go to the study, I have something to do." ”

Concubine Ye pushed him back into the wheelchair and pushed him directly into the study, until he sat firmly in front of the desk and touched the phone, Concubine Ye quietly retreated.