In the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the room with the door closed was filled with smoke, and a pretty figure could be faintly seen in the small space filled with medicinal incense. There were crushed medicinal herbs on the desk, and she glanced at the codex beside her from time to time, carefully tending to these things.

The knock on the door sounded several times in a row, and Qingwei glanced at the door with some concern, the food in her hand had been hot three times, and an hour had passed since noon. Since sending off the young master yesterday, the young lady has been in the backyard when she returns, so busy that she can't even control herself when she misses lunch.

Thinking of the old man's explanation before going to the court, Qingwei added three points of strength to his hand, if he let Miss go down, as long as Miss Jingjing's body was afraid that she would not be able to hold it for two days. "Miss, this is a meal that Madame made for you herself, can you eat some?"

Lan Junyao paused, and the movements of his subordinates also stopped. Qingwei knows every time she comes, but she is anxious about the antidote, and she has no hunger in her stomach, so she has to fight with the good time.

The wooden door creaked open, and the sunlight shone straight in, and it was already afternoon, and the sun was still hot. Lan Junyao stretched out her hand to set up a small tent on her forehead, leaving only a small slit in her eyes to look at the person opposite. The clothes on her body were dyed with a little color by the medicinal juice, and the originally plain silk was quite colorful at the moment.

Qingwei looked at the young lady with messy hair, and suddenly had the urge to cry, although I don't know what the young lady is busy with here, such a desperate young lady is really pitiful from the bottom of my heart.

On the tray in Qingwei's hand, Lan Junyao hurriedly took two bites and put down the chopsticks. Without saying a word, the door closed again, and she returned to her table to continue the antidote.

When they were about to separate, Shopkeeper Lin brought two pieces of news for her, and she didn't know whether to be happy or worried. One is that the little white mouse she ordered to go down has been collected, and the second is that the guy at the shop "accidentally" discovered that several adults were sick together, and the symptoms were the same as the legendary drunken red dust.

Early this morning, the shopkeeper Lin sent the little white mouse she had explained, and the cages covered with black cloth were lined up with carts, and the sound of chirping continued, which aroused the curiosity of the people in the house, and they didn't know what the young lady wanted to do with these things.

When the sunset sank and the branches were falling, Lan Junyao's first antidote was finally prepared according to the records on the codex. She was meticulous throughout the whole process, and the dosage of each medicine was meticulous, as if she had returned to the days when she first arrived in Moyun Valley.

Every day, the master forced her to recognize the meridians and herbs, and sometimes when she was unprepared, the master would poison her with bad intentions. The antidote needs to be prepared by himself, and the master gave a death order, so that the brother who has no worries is not allowed to interfere. At first, she didn't have a good grasp of the dosage of each drug, and the antidote always had some "sequelae", which made her beat her chest and feet.

Today, she is grateful to Master for being strict at the beginning, and now she is doing her old job again, and she doesn't feel unfamiliar. She had taken a guinea mouse, but after a day's work, the poison of drunken red dust spread on this mouse.

This morning, she fed the mice with her mother's blood wrapped in food, and the originally lively mice had no spirit at the moment, their small bodies curled up together, nested in the corner and did not move, and their small stomachs rose and fell regularly.

Lan Qingyue fed the antidote that had taken a day of work to the mice, waiting for the antidote to take effect with anticipation. In this way, the last four medicinal materials are not needed.

Lan Junyao's breathing became very shallow, as if she was afraid of startling the guinea pig. Her eyes, which had been hiding tiredness, were now clear, and under her gaze, the mouse's body began to twitch, and after a moment's effort, he didn't breathe.

The strength of her body seemed to be exhausted, and her originally straight waist was a little rickety, and the cloudy color returned to her eyes. She sat down on a stool in front of her desk, and began to experiment, somewhat mechanically, with a second or third antidote.

Ten days have passed, and there is still no progress on the antidote. Huang Yue has not seen her daughter for ten days, and every time she goes to the backyard, all she sees is the closed door and the fragrance of medicine in the courtyard.

At this moment, Huang was holding a small shirt with gold silk wraps, signaling Qingwei who was waiting outside to silence, and she gently knocked on the door of the medicine room.

"Didn't I say you weren't allowed to disturb!" a slightly impatient voice came from the room, her voice a little hoarse, lost its original clarity, just like the expression on her face.

"Yaoyao, it's my mother. Although I don't know why my daughter is busy, it is really distressing to stay awake like this, since she was a child, she was reluctant to let her daughter suffer a little, and the voice she heard now only felt a pain in her heart.

Lan Junyao's busy figure slowed down temporarily, and she realized that she was unkempt, so she panicked, if this appearance was seen by her mother......

"Mother, I can't leave for a while, if there is something, can I talk about it at night?" Lan Junyao deliberately pinched her throat, and her hoarse voice was slightly more transparent.

"Yaoyao, you open the door, my mother made a small shirt for you, you come out to try if there is anything that doesn't fit, and my mother will change it for you. Huang Yue insisted uncharacteristically, but her appearance looked a little wrong.

Qingwei stood opposite Mrs., Miss's state was worrying, and it happened that Mrs. was here, and she also hoped that Mrs. could persuade Miss. She stared at Madame's face without blinking, and seeing that Madame's eyes were red, she also felt a little sour in her heart.

After a while, the sound of rustling in the house could be faintly heard. Qingwei raised her eyes and looked at Madame again, and was suddenly shocked. Madame's eyes were covered with some dense red threads, and when she knocked it at a glance, it was like practicing martial arts and going crazy.

Qingwei didn't know why, so she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to take another look at Madame.

The door opened at this moment, and the red in Madame's eyes faded in an instant. At the moment of seeing her daughter, Huang Yue's face was as gentle as ever.

Lan Junyao has lost a lot of weight, her chin is sharp and thin, and her waist is full of weight. Xu was the reason for staying in the house for a long time, her complexion had lost its original ruddyness, and her lips were a little chapped. Traces of messiness could be seen in her hair, and the sound of squirting must have been that she was busy cleaning herself up.

Huang Yue draped the clothes in her hand on Lan Junyao's body, and brushed the broken hair from her ears behind her ears, and said, "No matter how busy you are, you have to pay attention to your body, my mother is distressed when she looks at it." ”

"Mother, I know, I'll pay attention. Lan Junyao nodded, held her mother's hand on her shoulder with one hand, clenched her hands tightly, and called her mother's pulse without a trace.

The warm breeze was in a trance, and the sun was blooming under her sideburns, and she couldn't see her mother's face clearly against the sun, and she could only vaguely detect the softness exuded by her body, for some reason, Lan Junyao's heart suddenly trembled, and she felt that the medicinal fragrance that had accompanied her for days had become sweet.

The Guerlain-colored shirt was covered outside the skirt, fitting and adding a bit of unique meaning to her daughter's family, Lan Junyao put her arms around her mother's neck and whispered in her ear: "The clothes made by my mother are the most suitable for me." ”

In this way, the mother and daughter were warm for a moment before Huang Yue turned around and left. Losing her mother's body temperature, Lan Junyao's hungry hand in her sleeve clenched into a fist, aiming at Kodan's nails sinking deep into the flesh, and the drunken red dust spread faster than she expected.

Qingwei also looked at the direction of Mrs. leaving in a daze, she hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell Miss about Mrs. Strange, Mrs. who can cleanse people's hearts like water should not have that appearance.

"Miss, madam, she ......" Thinking of Mrs. Bloodshot eyes, Qingwei spoke with three points of cowardice: "I don't know if I should say something?"

"Just say something. Lan Junyao turned around, and when she saw Qingwei tugging at the corner of her clothes, she turned her head and met Qingwei's dodging gaze.

"Miss, when I was outside the door, I saw that Madame's eyes were red, like those storytellers who were going crazy, and when Mademoiselle came out, the red thread in Madame's eyes faded again. Thinking of Fang Cai's scene, Qingwei still had palpitations.

"Qingwei, you go to Madame to keep an eye on it, if Madame appears like this again, you will tell me immediately. Lan Junyao's heart sank a little, the symptoms recorded in the codex were not as severe as this, but I was afraid that the emperor had added something that should not have been added to it.

"But the young lady ...... here"

"You just have to keep an eye on Madame's side, and remember not to let Madame find out about you. Lan Junyao explained carefully, tightened the shirt on her body, locked the room where the herbs were placed, and then walked out of the courtyard towards the boudoir.

I thought that these medicinal materials in my hand would be able to concoct the antidote to drunken red dust, but now it seems that I am afraid that I am a little delusional. Not to mention that there are countless precious medicinal materials in the royal family, it is impossible for people to easily unravel this poison with the emperor's temperament alone.

Ling Qixuan was not in the mansion at the moment, only his two side Fujin remained, Lan Junyao thought about it, wrote down a few sentences, put them in an envelope and sealed them with fire paint, she decided to go to Suo Yutang first.

There was no sound in the backyard, and a figure poked his head out to take a look, and then sneaked in. He peeked through the window before reaching the door.

The thin lock could not stop his movements, he felt a thin filament glowing with cold light from his waist, and pounded it at the keyhole a few times, and with a "click", the long lock opened in response, and he flashed into the room.

He looked through the spread codex, and the white rats that had filled a corner of the room were half gone, leaving only the cage empty. He lifted the black cloth, and the remaining white rats were alive and kicking, unaware of the fate he was about to face.

The man glanced at the contents of the room, and the written secret letter was held in the palm of his hand, and a long sigh overflowed from his mouth, and he seemed to grow old in an instant.

Unable to bear it, he cautiously went out of the house and hung the long lock as it was. The scent of acacia flowers spread throughout the courtyard as if no one had ever visited.