Yang Zheming read the book again with one glance and ten lines, flipped through the book with his right hand, wrote with his left hand, wrote a few herbs on the paper, and copied the usage and dosage one by one. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info then called to Elder Gao and handed him the paper: "Go find these medicines, I will use them in an hour." ”

Gao Lao took a look at the medicine on the paper, he has been running between Beirong and Daliang all the year round, and the herb business has not been done, but these medicines are very unpopular, and they are not used to treat diseases at all......

But he didn't dare to question his master's decision, so he hurriedly went out to find medicine.

Princess Yin Yin returned to the palace halfway.

She did not go to see her mother, but went directly to her father's palace.

The palace of the king of Beirong is in the middle of the most heavily guarded by the whole imperial court, backed by the mountains in the middle of the oasis, there is a waterfall secret passage, which can be attacked and defended.

Princess Yin Yin walked through the strict guard army in front of the palace, lined with armored soldiers, they held armor, the atmosphere was solemn, and their eyes were domineering.

In front of the main gate of the palace, there are two braziers two feet high, burning a raging fire, which is not extinguished all year round. Subjects who offended the king of Beirong would be directly tied to wooden sticks and roasted on top of the brazier, roasting people like roasted meat, roasting people to death little by little, and even the skeleton would be roasted to ashes.

Entering the main entrance of the palace, the whole palace is made of steel like an iron cage, and the windows are also made of iron, all of which are covered with a thick layer of curtains, and the light can hardly penetrate in, making it look dim and dull.

Beirong lives in the desert grassland, and the air is always stained with sand and dust, and the buildings of the Beirong people rarely have windows, more than to prevent the influx of sand and dust.

Yin Yin walked through the outer hall and entered the inner hall, the inner hall was drewn with a strong fragrance, and there was a middle-aged man with half-white hair and a burly body sitting on a chair carved from a wide jade, stepping on a tiger skin with a white tiger head under his feet, and several enchanting maids kneeling around him, kneading and massaging him, or feeding fresh fruit into his mouth, in a very leisurely posture.

Princess Yin Yin knelt down in front of him and kowtowed respectfully: "Father." ”

The old man opened his eyes, and his eyes were as sharp as a goshawk, and they were sharp. His old voice asked slowly, "How is it, do you see clearly?" ”

Yin Yin said respectfully: "My daughter is incompetent, and I haven't seen anything wrong with those Daliang people. ”

The old man's broad palm stroked the neck of a maid and said, "Then what do you think we should do?" ”

Yin Yin thought for a moment, raised her head and suddenly smiled: "Father, why don't we hold a banquet and invite them to the palace?" If they are really friendly with us, we can also accept them, and if not, it is not too late to make a decision. ”

The light in her eyes glowed with cold light like a washed cold weapon: "When we come to Beirong, it's not us who have the final say?" ”

King Beirong suddenly straightened up, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes: "What, that kid looks good?" ”

On weekdays, when his baby daughter saw the Liang people, in order to clear up the troubles, she directly killed a hundred. On the mountain behind the imperial court, hundreds of corpses of Liang merchants have been buried, and she personally cut off the heads of those people.

She is trying her best now, and she has to invite people to the palace, and it is estimated that Ah Zheming is very good-looking, which makes her think about it, and she refuses to use force, hoping that the other party can obey her.

Princess Yinyin was poked by her father, and couldn't help but say coquettishly: "Father, why are you still joking about your daughter." ”

King Beirong laughed, stood up, and waved his hand: "Okay, okay, my father will invite him to the palace and see it for you." The maids were instructed and arose and retreated.

Bei Rong approached her, and the two of them were left in the huge palace.

His hand was on Yin Yin's shoulder, Yin Yin's face changed, and he heard him whisper in his ear: "If he has no problem, my father will let you toss him casually, and if there is a problem, you will kill him with your own hands." ”

Yin Yin hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.

King Beirong said again: "You haven't been in the palace to see your father for a long time, accompany your father." ”

Yin Yin forced herself to laugh, bowed her head obediently in the dark, a trace of fear crossed her eyes, and replied softly: "Okay." ”

The huge, heavy door of the temple slowly closed, blocking everyone's view and blocking all light.

In that place where the light is beyond reach, derives the heaviest darkness.

An Ning woke up in her bed the next day, still a little dazed.

Qingyan came in with a basin, and when she saw the princess getting up, she said, "You fell asleep with the prince last night, and you were sent back by the black eagle this morning. ”

An Ning didn't care, rubbed his shoulders, and always felt very sore: "What about Yang Ziming, what is he doing?" ”

Qingyan squatted down in front of An Ning and took off her mask: "The prince was busy all night last night, and just after resting, Black Eagle said that we don't have to go to him today." ”

An Ning frowned, she didn't have time to say anything to him.

Qingyan took off the princess's mask, but was suddenly stunned, and a trace of strangeness flashed in her eyes.

An Ning looked at her expression, sighed in her heart, and asked, "What's the matter, isn't the wound healing?" ”

An Ning raised his hand and wanted to touch his wound, but was stopped by Qingyan, and his voice was a little shocked and reluctant: "It's nothing, it's the slave who feels that the wound seems to be better." ”

An Ning was suspicious, frowned and asked, "What's wrong, you can't hide it from me." ”

Because the subordinates were afraid that she would be unhappy when she saw her face, they almost didn't put mirrors in the house. She followed them, and now she didn't have a mirror at hand to look at herself.

Qingyan hurriedly nodded: "The slave doesn't dare to hide it from His Highness." An Ning let go of her hand, sometimes the wound looked a little ugly, they were afraid that she would be angry, and it was understandable that they didn't want her to see it.

Qingyan calmly wiped her face, combed her hair, tidied up her appearance, and dressed neatly before putting on the mask for her.

When everything was cleaned up, she came out with a basin and stood in the doorway, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The prince is really bold, he dares to do that kind of thing on His Royal Highness's face, no wonder Black Eagle just told her to pay attention not to let His Highness see his face.

A smile flashed in her eyes, fortunately it was not a bad thing, but she didn't expect that the prince still had a good hand in painting.

When the Black Eagle returned to the temple, the air was filled with the smell of medicine, and the herbs were messily spread on the ground, and there were messy medicine bowls and pounds. Yang Zheming was lying on the bed and was sleeping, when he saw Black Eagle walking in, he closed his eyes and asked, "People sent back?" ”

Black Hawk forced a smile on his face: "Send it back, and bring the words to Qingyan too." ”

Yang Zheming raised his hand and rubbed the acupoints between his eyes and said, "Don't let her see it by herself, if she sees it, she has to wash it." "Black Hawk's belly, master, you can take medicine if you take medicine well, and you have to itch your hands and paint others like that.

He was very much looking forward to what Princess An Ning's expression would be when she saw it.