The air around Rong Yi seemed to be more stagnant because of her words, listening to her brisk voice and disapproving tone, the curvature of the corners of her mouth could not be raised, and she said lightly:

"If you want to endure such pain to repay this favor, I'd rather you don't remember."

The eyes of the phoenix are as deep and charming as the starry sky, with a scorching light in the gentleness, and anyone who is looked at by such intoxicating eyes will involuntarily sink their hearts.

Ming Yulong looked at his eyes, such a good-looking person was going to be poisoned, tortured day and night, anyone would be unbearable.

Flipping down from the couch, he looked left and right in the room, "What are you talking about, do you have a pen and paper here, I just remembered the prescription for cracking the "Sauvignon Blanc" Gu poison, so I should write it down quickly, so as not to have an accident and forget it again." ”

She couldn't be sure that her head would be in its current state all the time, after all, there was a time bomb in her head.

Rong Yi watched her walk to the table, busily spreading out the paper and pen, and an incomprehensible light flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"How can you "Sauvignon Blanc" be the antidote to this Gu poison? Rong Yi stood up, walked to her side, and asked in a low voice.

Ming Yulong didn't raise his head, took a piece of paper and spread it out, "I don't know what to do, my brain suddenly remembered, maybe ......"

She raised her head, with a hint of cunning in her two big eyes, and grinned: "Maybe I am the noble person in your life, God sent me to detoxify your Gu poison." ”

The nobleman of fate? Maybe.

Rong Yi hooked his lips and smiled lightly, his smile was as charming as a fairy, he picked up the round ink on the table, slowly poured spring water, pulled his sleeve with one hand, and began to grind with no weight or light.

"In that case, then there is nothing I can do, just help the nobleman polish the ink, and express the gratitude in my heart."

Ming Yulong just said a joke, and the laughter that Rong Yi said became more and more happy, picked a sheep's hair pen in his hand, and said flattened:

"Ancient You" green clothes holding inkstones to urge the question paper, red sleeves add fragrance to accompany reading. Now I can be regarded as a "purple shirt grinding ink with book medicine". ”

Rong Yi looked at her funny, her eyes were like waves, and she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Then may I ask if Miss is still satisfied with my purple shirt?" ”

"From now on, the ink fragrance purple shirt, why is it so happy!" Ming Yulong's big eyes were full of ridicule, there is such a stunning son to serve and practice calligraphy, there is no woman in this world who is unwilling.

Just looking at this face makes me feel comfortable.

Rong Yi's eyes were full of smiles, "You are so elegant, but you just wrote an antidote, and you have chanted a few lines of poetry in a row, and you are in a very good mood today." ”

Ming Yulong raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "People have to learn to be happy in suffering, if you have a bitter face all day long, your life will not get better." Life has to be happy, you know? ”

After she finished speaking, she looked at the ink in the inkstone and pulled up the sleeve of her left hand, the clothes of this era are all wide sleeves and narrow waists, and if you accidentally get the sleeves on the paper, it will not look good.

I dipped my pen in ink and began to recall the names of the medicines I had just heard, and wrote them down on the paper one by one.

Rong Yi looked at the girl's serious cheeks, her two beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and the corners of her mouth tightened from time to time, as if she was thinking about whether the prescription was written correctly