Nanchuan, Yunwang Mansion.

By the time Nangong Liuyun and Feng Wanwan sorted out their emotions and returned to Wanyunju, the injuries on Yingxi's left chest and shoulder had been stitched up, and the kiss was still unfinished.

Feng Mian helped Yingxi up and sat cross-legged. A cut was made in Yingxi's wrist, and a copper basin was used to borrow the dripping blood, and several of Yingxi's main acupuncture points were sealed.

Both sides of Yingxi's wrist wound were covered with a layer of medicinal powder, one black and one white, separated on both sides. Yingqi took off his boots and went to the inside of the bed, put his palms on Yingxi's back, and used his internal force to swim in Yingxi's body in the order that Feng Mian told him.

"Can you still hold on? Don't be pushy. Shadow Qi's forehead was already covered with sweat droplets, and the blood on his face disappeared little by little, Feng Mian was worried that he would eventually run out, so he opened his mouth to persuade.

"I can, Childe!" Yingqi refused to stop, Childe said that it would run for three weeks, it was already two laps, and he was short of the last lap, and he would not give up.

"Shadow Qi, stop! Come on for the king! ”

Seeing this situation, Nangong Liuyun knew what the consequences of the depletion of internal force would cause, and directly spoke out to stop the shadow qi that was going to continue.

"No, master, I want to save him!" Ying Qian refuses to give up, he must save Ying Xi, he must ......

Ying Qi fell headlong, and he was replaced by Feng Wanwan, who didn't know when to make a move. Holding a silver needle in his hand, he uses the silver needle as a medium to transmit the internal force to Yingxi's body. Li kiss, Feng Wanwan also knows how to solve it, and she doesn't need Feng Mian's prompt, she is already swimming in the eight veins of Yingxi's strange meridians.

After a few moments, a large bag bulged out of Yingxi's arm, and slowly moved from the shoulder to the wrist wound, and a large cloud of black-brown pus and blood fell from the wound into the copper basin, and then the blood changed from black to vivid red. Feng Mian made a quick move, poured hemostatic powder and bandaged Ying Xi's wrist wound.

"What is this?"

Nangong Liuyun saw that the large mass of black-brown pus and blood in the copper basin was clotted and did not disperse, and it seemed that it was still sucking the rest of the blood in the basin.

"This is the kiss! Although it is said to be poisonous, it is better to say that it is a living creature. Those who are poisoned by this need to seal several major acupuncture points to prevent the kiss from entering the heart, and then combine the powder ground from two medicinal herbs, Burning Blood Grass and Tuo Bone Root, and it takes a person with high internal force to run the internal force for three weeks to eradicate and expel the poison. The blood-burning herb is mixed with the medicinal smell of the bone root, which is the favorite taste of Liqi. Feng Wanwan, who had recovered her internal strength, explained while pranayama.

"Wanwan, let the two of them rest here tonight, he just detoxified and is not suitable for moving. Hey? Are you hurt? I have hemostatic ointment here. Feng Mian packed up the medicine box and poured the pus and blood from the copper basin into a jar. After admonishing Feng Wanwan, he raised his eyes to see the wound on the corner of Feng Wanwan's lips, and took out a jar of cream medicine from the medicine box.

"It doesn't matter, I can handle it. Fengmian, it's late, you go back first. Facing Feng Mian's inquiry, Feng Wanwan glanced at the initiator and urged Feng Mian to hurry back to his room to sleep.

"Then you remember to rub the ointment! I'll go back first, Wanwan, and Brother Liuyun. ”

Feng Mian walked out of the room with the medicine box, he didn't hear the fierce quarrel just now, and when he saw the two of them coming back together, even if they didn't have a bad relationship, they also knew Nangong Liuyun's decision, so he took it upon himself to change his name. Concubine Chu had already said that he and Si Qin would be Wanwan's side horses, and Nangong Liuyun was a horses, so of course she had to call him brother.

"Little one, what did he just call me?" Suddenly changed from His Royal Highness King Yun to Brother Liuyun, Nangong Liuyun didn't turn a corner for a while.

"What Feng Mian said is, Brother Liuyun. It must have been those words that he heard before, hiss, it still hurts. ”

Feng Wanwan understood what Feng Mian meant, his father had explained Si Qin and him before, and they both knew that they still had a marriage contract with their relatives, so the two of them kept silent about letting themselves marry them. The two of them have been delayed by themselves for so many years, and if you do the math, you really owe too much to these men around you.

"It hurts, where does it hurt? Little one, did you hurt your husband? Nangong Liuyun listened to Feng Wanwan's cry of pain, and nervously stepped forward to check, and had no time to take care of Feng Mian's sentence Brother Liuyun.

"Dead demons, there are two more people here! Really, let's go, let's go next door. Feng Wanwan rubbed her shoulders, and Nangong Liuyun was about to lift her collar to check, but was stopped by Feng Wanwan. Glancing at the two people on the bed, he pulled Nangong Liuyun to the side room next to him.

In the side room, Feng Wanwan took off the clothes on that shoulder, and her originally white shoulders were already red, swollen and bruised. Although the dislocation was put back in time, a lot of bruising remained.

"No, Death Demon, this is the ointment of blood." Feng Wanwan took out a jar of ointment from her belt, opened it with a fresh herb fragrance, handed it to Nangong Liuyun who was standing aside, glanced at her shoulder, and the meaning was self-evident.

Nangong Liuyun took the ointment, helped Feng Wanwan to sit down, dug out a piece of ointment and applied it to Feng Wanwan's bruised shoulder, transported the internal force in the palm of his hand, and slowly rubbed it on the bruised shoulder.

"Thank you, Death Demon! I'm selfish, selfish to want to keep all of you who are so good with me. Because of the interests of the country, I signed a marriage contract to make you my husband, because I was young, and I delayed Siqin Fengmian for so many years, and because of a joke, the ghost genius Ji Chi gave up the name of prime minister...... I seem to have a lot of debts unconsciously, how can I pay them back? Feng Wanwan opened her mouth to herself, as if asking and whispering.

"Little one, maybe this is what it was meant to be. We are destined to be attracted to you and destined to have a wonderful you together. To tell the truth, I thought that the identity of the husband, what kind of woman I wanted to get it, but it was planted in the hands of you, a little fox. Little one, you are the robbery of your husband and the robbery of theirs. Nangong Liuyun kneaded the ointment while responding to Feng Wanwan's question.

After applying the ointment, Nangong Liuyun picked up the phoenix and put it on the bed, waved out the palm wind, extinguished the candle, and fell off the bed curtain. The mandarin duck neck dance, the jade acacia cage, the clothes thrown out under the bed curtain and the squeaky and swaying bed testify to the feelings of the two.

Ying Xi had already woken up the next day, and when she opened her eyes and saw Ying Xi sleeping together, Ying Xi fell off the bed in a panic. The movement woke up Ying Xi in her sleep, and quickly got up to help Ying Xi who fell to the ground, lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head, and Ying Qi's beautiful face climbed into a flush.

After a few days of recuperation, Yingxi's body had recovered, and Yingqian returned to the palace to continue staring at Nangong Qingyun.

Ink City.

"I heard from the caravans coming and going to Nanchuan that Princess Fengling Jiu died, and King Yun of Nanchuan was grief-stricken and couldn't afford to be sick."

"Really? Is it the princess of Changle who brought auspiciousness as soon as she was born? Haven't you been missing for years? ”

"What the caravan said is true, not like it is false. Maybe this Princess Changle is the fairy in the sky, who came down and went back again? ”

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The two little guys of the Mocheng City Lord's Mansion were squatting in the courtyard chatting, and they happened to be heard by Si Qin, who was passing by, and the ledger in his hand fell to the ground, unable to believe what he heard. Holding his heart for a long time, Si Qin picked up the dropped ledger again, he didn't believe it was true. Wanwan's words to him are still in his ears, Siqin, help Wanwan guard the home of Mocheng. Mexico is her home, and she'll be back.

East Fence, Tainu's Mansion.

"Ji Chi, are you sure you won't continue to be the prime minister?" A woman in white with a flask in her hand put down a black chess piece and asked the man holding the white chess piece opposite.

Ji Chi agreed to her and set up a branch for her, and she had no time to separate. I'm sorry, lady, I won again. The man grinned and placed the white chess pieces on the board.

"However, this morning, Mrs. Ben heard bad news. The Empress Nanchuan sent an edict, Princess Fengling Jiu died, her husband Nanchuan Yunwang couldn't afford to be ill, and the Empress Nanchuan issued an edict to seek a famous doctor! Perhaps, you can't wait for her? The woman raised the flask and took a sip, looking up to see if the scheming man would be affected.

"Lady, hearing is empty. Regarding these news, Ji Chi didn't believe it. She has said that if it is not her own news, it is all falsehood. Lady, do you believe that she is dead? ”

The man's confident appearance and unchanged expression made the woman in white feel a little frustrated. Dongfang Yue, the princess of Dongli, didn't believe that the woman would die like this, if the little fox dared to die, she would definitely dig the little fox's grave, and then marry Ji Chi in front of the grave, and she would also make the little fox angry, otherwise, her peach blossom brew would be gone.

"Ji Chi, one more game. You believe her like that? The woman in white put away the staggered chess pieces, and in this game, she held the white chess.

"Because it's her, I believe it." Ji Chi held the black chess in his hand and said lightly. Looking up at the rose in the courtyard, it was scorching and blooming.

Feng Ling, Imperial Palace.

In the Heart Cultivation Palace, Feng Ke, who was dressed in a phoenix robe, was holding an edict and a letter. The edict was sent by the Empress Nanchuan, and the letter was given to her by Liu Lin. Both of them said one thing, the body of the ninth princess Feng Wanwan has been sent to Nanchuan Yunwang's mansion, and Yunwang is grief-stricken and can't afford to get sick.

"Liu Xiang, did you say she was really dead?" Feng Ke asked the willow forest standing in front of the hall.

"Your Majesty, it has been confirmed by many parties, there should be no fake. Besides, as long as the news of her death is announced, it doesn't matter if it's true or not, she can't appear again. Liu Lin, who was ranked as prime minister, rolled his eyes and said. The fat body is no longer as thin as when he followed Feng Ke to guard the frontier, and his ambition is getting bigger and bigger.

"Liu Xiang is right, immediately announce the news of death, build a tomb for the ninth princess, and bury her in the imperial mausoleum." Feng Ke immediately announced that from now on, there would be no more Princess Feng Wanwan of Changle.

"Yes, the minister will do it." Liu Lin bowed and withdrew from the Heart Cultivation Palace, his eyes turned, this princess's funeral was another good opportunity to get oil and water.

Just when Liu Lin spread the news of Princess Changle's tragic death, a special long-lost guest was ushered in in the Mowei Pavilion on Red Street.

"Uncle Qi, I want to see your son-in-law, I found a miracle medicine for him and came back."

Feng Zihuan, who was dressed in a light green dress, walked into Mowei Pavilion, but found that the appearance of this building had already changed. The original elegant layout was replaced by a vulgar and seductive appearance, and the young servants in the Mowu Pavilion had long since disappeared, and were replaced by heavy makeup with half-faded clothes. There are constant songs in the building, and even the steward is no longer the Uncle Qi with his hair scattered.

"This guest officer, but he's here to have fun? In my building, what kind of son has it" A well-dressed steward approached Feng Zihuan and said flatteringly.

"This is Mo Worry Pavilion?" Feng Zihuan didn't believe that the scene he saw would change a lot in less than a year.

"Yes, guest officer, this is Mo Yuge. Our son-in-law here is the best at calming his sorrows. The steward laughed.

"Then let me ask you, what about the Qi steward in the original building? And what about that son's worries? Feng Zihuan grabbed the steward's collar and asked.

"It turned out to be an old acquaintance of Steward Qi. Not long ago, the son of Mo Youge forgot to worry about his illness and died, and Steward Qi dismissed everyone in the building and sold Mo Youge. Moreover, only half of the money was collected, and a request was made to keep the signboard of Mo Wei Pavilion and block the top floor. Hey, guest officer, you can't go to the top floor! ”

Before the steward finished speaking, Feng Zihuan had already flown up to the fourth floor and entered the room where he had forgotten his worries, and the layout was still the same as usual, and there was no change at all. Feng Zihuan took out the dried Red Heart Youyun Ju and put it on the dusty piano case, his fingers hooked the broken strings of the broken lyre, and sighed lightly.

"You, after all, didn't wait for me."