Chapter 11 011 Who stole the golden ginseng
When she inhaled the air again according to the cultivation method, and extracted a stream of fresh vitality into the nebula, trying to bind the soybean-sized essence droplet, she suddenly found that the wisp of vitality was out of her control and forcibly absorbed by the object.
The object suddenly glowed a slightly brighter golden-black, and it turned faster. After that, a wisp of vitality that had been sucked in was released and bonded to the essence droplet.
This process was as if there was one more step than her usual cultivation, as if every fresh vitality had to be inspected by that object before it was released, and she had no way to control it at all.
However, she found that this had no effect on her cultivation, on the contrary, it was beneficial, because the Yuan Qi that had been examined by the object was more refined than the one she had stripped out before.
Just when she was a little nervous about this, Father-in-law Miao brought news that a medicine girl in the Tai Hospital was missing, and the precious thousand-year-old golden ginseng was missing, and it was basically determined that the medicine girl fled the palace after stealing the thousand-year-old golden ginseng, and the emperor and the queen were very angry, and strictly inspected the palace and the capital, so that they should be careful.
Shui Tianlan was strange, Lan Bao'er's body was obviously placed behind the medicine cabinet, and it was easy to find it, why did it disappear now? Could it be a new trick made by the imperial doctors? After all, the presence of an Assassin in the palace was much stricter and more tricky than a self-thief.
But no matter what, Shui Tianlan breathed a sigh of relief, so that no one would suspect her.
At noon the next day, when Shui Tianlan jumped on the beam and wanted to cut some more thousand-year-old golden ginseng, she found that the small bag she put was missing, which was not trivial, and she even wondered if she had misremembered the place she put it, but she quickly calmed down.
The thousand-year-old golden ginseng is really gone, and she is definitely not the one that the high guards did, because with her current cultivation, it is almost impossible for the high guards to enter this palace silently.
So, who stole the millennium ginseng?
Obviously, this person's cultivation must be higher than her, and he doesn't know how to come and go to the cold palace. And this person must have seen him go to the Tai Hospital yesterday, kill Lan Bao'er, steal the golden ginseng, and follow him back to the cold palace. In other words, the news brought by Grandpa Miao yesterday was not that the doctors had come up with new tricks, but that someone had helped her destroy her corpse.
But she has lived in the cold palace for fourteen years, and she doesn't know any high-ranking people at all, and if her mother knew such a high-ranking person, they wouldn't have suffered until now, so it can be deduced that this high-ranking person is not a friend they know.
So who would be so kind as to help a powerless princess of the cold palace hide from the world and forgive her for stealing gold ginseng?
Shui Tianlan couldn't think of the result, but she was sure that this master had no bad intentions, because if she wanted to make it bad, she would have been killed by now, and she had a hunch that this master might still appear.
Shui Tianlan is glad that her mother's heat stroke has been cured, and she has also got some benefits of golden ginseng, and now the only regret is that she knew that Jin Ying was gone, and she should cut it a little more.
In the next half month, Shui Tianlan became more cautious, but she couldn't wait for the mysterious master for a long time, she could only laugh at herself that this master might not have taken this matter seriously at all, after all, she was a cold palace princess without any threat.
Shui Tianlan has been nervous for the past half a month, and the only thing that makes her happy is that the soybean-sized drop of vitality essence in her body is about to approach the size of a pea, which is inseparable from her hard work to cultivate day and night, and the object in the dantian is still domineering.