Chapter 337: Dark Grass

Cao'er has Mama Jin, and now there is Nangong Mo, at this moment, she is a little envious of Cao'er, in her life, she has no chance to feel what mother's love is like.

The jade-faced mother-in-law naturally understands Nangong Mo's intentions, and it is not easy to stop her, if Cao'er and Nangong Mo have always been in this strange state, then it is difficult for her to be caught in the middle, and I wish they would recognize each other soon.

"Grass her...... What do you like to eat?"

Nangong Mo looked a little cramped, and even asked others about her own daughter's preferences, so she couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"Cao'er doesn't like sweets, she doesn't like greasy and fishy food, there's nothing particularly gluttonous, oh, she likes to eat the vegetable and meat porridge cooked by Elder Ke. ”

Ye Chen blinked her eyes, this question, it seemed that she answered the most appropriately, after all, in Tianyalou, Cao'er spent the longest time with them.

Nangong Mowen glanced at Ye Chen with a gentle and slightly grateful gaze, this Elder Ke also loves Cao'er, it seems that in Xia Kingdom, there are really many people who can protect her.

Cao'er smiled slightly, her heart was warm, Yechen looked cold and indifferent to everything, but she was a careful person, and even her preferences were clear.

Mu Qianxun walked in and sat down next to Cao'er gently, when Nangong Mo asked this, she felt empty, if this was to ask her, she really didn't know.

Mu Qianxun accompanied Cao'er to chat with each other, both of them were absent-minded, and the understanding between Yechen and Ling Ze became more and more tacit, and there was affection between his eyebrows and eyes.

The jade-faced mother-in-law went to help Nangong Mo, but Mu Youchen was the only one left with nothing to do, and she began to regret letting go of Mu Qianxun, seeing that she was still so unscrupulous in snubbing herself.

For this meal, Nangong Mo cooked it for several hours, Mu Qianxun was about to fall asleep while waiting, and Cao'er became more and more worried.

watched the dishes being served one after another, until the small wooden table was full, and the plates were about to be stacked, it was difficult to stop, crowded like a crowd on the street during the New Year's holidays.

The mixed smell of vegetables filled the whole room, and just smelling it made people's mouths water.

Looking at so many dishes, they just couldn't eat them all in a day, and they couldn't find a single sweet tooth on the whole table.

It's not so much that this dish is for them to eat, but for the grass, such a hearty and attentive meal, they can be regarded as stained with grass.

The jade-faced mother-in-law habitually scooped up a bowl of vegetable and meat porridge and handed it to Mu Qianxun, and Nangong Mo took it again with anticipation.

Mu Qianxun didn't dare to look at Cao'er's eyes, so he ran straight to a position with his back to Cao'er, sat down, and buried himself in hard work, not to mention, Nangong Mo's craftsmanship was no worse than those imperial chefs in the palace.

Nangong Mo's loving and tense expression fell on Cao'er's eyes, and she lost the courage to refuse for a while, and looked at Nangong Mo in a daze.

Perhaps, she should forgive her, after all, she had a last resort, she said it, she should believe it.

Nothing should be, and if she didn't care about herself, she didn't need to be so low-voiced and flattering, was there?

Nangong Mo lowered her head and blew the porridge in the spoon, blew it cold and then fed it to Cao'er's mouth, she was really considerate, as if she was treating a baby who was still in swaddling clothes.

I couldn't help it, Cao'er actually wet her eyes, and a warm heart-wrenching feeling came to her heart, she was always so easily moved, for this bowl of porridge, for that table of dishes, for the woman in front of her who couldn't wait to show her heart.

After everyone was full and even fed, Nangong Mo suddenly remembered something and said to Mu Qianxun:

"Is the county lord interested in seeing the tracking disc raised in the palace? Two young butterflies may break out of their shells in the next few days. ”

"Tracking butterflies? Is it a butterfly that comes out of the chrysalis of a lost butterfly?"

Mu Qianxun's eyes lit up, and she was instantly interested, her Gu worms didn't know how many butterfly chrysalis they regarded as treasures, and then it seemed as if they had been sealed.

She couldn't wake up in her body, and if she hadn't been able to feel their abundant flesh, she would have thought they were dead.

"Yes, it's the butterfly chrysalis, this butterfly chrysalis is still the last banquet, and the county lord found it from the butterfly valley.

The tribal chief gave ten to the Nangong tribe, and only two of them were really cultivated, and the others were all dying, so I don't know if the remaining two would survive. ”

This butterfly chrysalis is very precious, and it is lucky to be able to produce more than a dozen of them every year, and it is even rarer to live to hatch.

Even if Mu Qianxun found nearly 100 of them at once this year, Helian Rui was reluctant to give them to various tribes, and since the existence of Lost Butterfly Valley, there has never been such a miracle.

This is still due to the fact that in recent years, only the Nangong tribe can cultivate tracking butterflies, and they can send ten butterflies at once.

It's a pity, even if it's the Nangong tribe, it can't ensure the fate of the butterfly chrysalis.

The Nangong tribe received this preferential treatment, thanks to Nangong Mo's friendship with Ling Xing, the Nangong tribe and other tribes have a world of differences in the method of cultivating and tracking butterflies.

Since Ling Xing's death, the tracking butterflies that this tribe can cultivate have become more and more unsatisfactory, and when Ling Xing was alive, the tracking butterflies were rarely killed or injured, and now they are almost extinct.

"Then let's take a look, since the leader and Ling Xingniang are close friends, the leader calls me Qianxun. ”

As the saying goes: Take people with short hands and eat people with soft mouths, Mu Qianxun's attitude has to change more or less, and she has a great interest in this tracking butterfly.

Nangong Mo was stunned for a moment, and smiled knowingly, Mu Qianxun was really very similar to Ling Xing, cold on the outside and hot on the inside, much easier to get along with than those who knew how to talk about the oily tone.

Speaking of it, it is really fate, she met Ling Xing, and Cao'er was able to have a fateful friendship with Mu Qianxun, I don't know if it was destined in the dark.

In the southwest corner of the palace, there is a tall black lacquer hall, and when you walk in, it is black and pressing, and there is the occasional sound of water droplets falling.

There was a thick incense that could not be tasted, and even if Mu Qianxun knew all the herbs, he didn't know what it tasted like.

The palace walls are covered with black soft cloth, the temperature is unexpectedly low, and the humid air is generally uncomfortable sticking to the body, and the atmosphere is very weird.

Even the windows were sealed with black curtains, and the dim lights flickered, eerie, as if only in prison.

To Mu Qianxun's feeling, this place doesn't look like a saucer, and some people may believe it if they say that they are raising ghosts.

"Chief, why is this place so dark?"

A drop of cold water fell down his back, and Mu Qianxun's hairs stood up in shock, holding Mu Youchen's arm tightly and not letting go.

Shouldn't butterflies live in a sunny and rainy place, how can butterflies survive here, and the butterflies that survive here don't have to be called tracking butterflies, just ghost butterflies.

"The county... Chihiro, you don't know, the reason why these tracking butterflies are called tracking butterflies is because they have a super ability to read their way, no matter how far they fly, they can remember all the scenery they pass along the way.

However, they cannot listen to human control, and if they want to control them, they must be influenced by each other in the chrysalis, and then control them with the sound of the flute.

It is useless for one of the tracking butterflies to survive, it must be survived in pairs, one is sent out to track the tracks, and the other can only sense the location of the other.

And the way to make a tacit understanding between them is to use a dark grass, which must be in a dark and damp place to grow.

It can only be effective if the vigorous dark grass is burned directly, which is why the chrysalis must hatch in such a place. ”

Most of the dark grass grows in the snake's nest, but the snakes of the Qingge tribe are odd and rich, and this dark grass is also easy to obtain.

Following Nangong Mo, shuttling through this labyrinthine dungeon, I finally saw the place where the butterfly chrysalis were placed, and the two butterfly chrysalis were lying peacefully on the small wooden shelf, and their golden bodies were already slightly blackened.

Mu Qianxun sighed faintly, estimating that these two butterfly chrysalis were about to die young, looking at the butterfly chrysalis and pondering for a long time, this environment is the reason for the death of this butterfly chrysalis.

Think of the Lost Butterfly Valley, the Sunshine Waterfall, the green grass, it is a paradise, and this is their purgatory.

Suddenly, the Gu worms in his body began to be restless again, and Mu Qianxun's heart sank, and his eyes widened to comfort them.

They smell the smell of this butterfly chrysalis again, if they eat these two butterfly chrysalis in front of Nangong Mo, she can't explain it.

After all, this chrysalis is like a treasure to the people of the Qingge tribe, and even the leader in front of him also attaches great importance to this little chrysalis.

Although it was not a problem for her to find a few Lost Butterfly Chrysalis, but this place was far away from the Lost Butterfly Valley, and she didn't have time to make a trip, and besides, if this Gu worm didn't cooperate, she couldn't help it.

Helplessly, these little things were like they had been hungry for decades, rushing out desperately, and Mu Qianxun could feel their madness, and drilled out along Mu Qianxun's arm.

Mu Qianxun almost reached out to protect the two butterfly chrysalis, but found that their target did not seem to be a butterfly chrysalis at all, but towards the innermost part of the palace.

With a stunned face, she poked her head in the direction where the Gu worm went, and she could smell it, the smell of incense came from that direction.

Nangong Mo stared at Mu Qianxun's arm in surprise, as a member of the Qingge tribe, she was no stranger to Gu worms:

"Hurry up and call them back, that's where the dark grass grows, the dark grass is highly poisonous, they will die!"

Nangong Mo reminded anxiously, saying that his feet had already moved, and he was ready to rush in.

Nangong Mo grabbed Nangong Mo's arm and smiled indifferently:

"Since they dare to go over, they will be fine, and the leader should not worry. ”

Mu Qianxun seemed to suddenly understand something, they were going to the dark grass, how could she not have found out that these little guys were interested in poison before.

Or is there something magical about this poison, after all, these things are unheard of in the Xia Kingdom.

Nangong Mo still couldn't rest assured, and his worried eyes kept skimming over Mu Qianxun and the deepest part of the palace.

"Is it really going to be okay, if they make a mistake, you will also be affected, it will be extremely hurtful. ”