"Ah Qing, you don't have to be so nervous, whether it's life or death, each has its own fate, I don't care too much." As early as many days ago, she knew that she had been poisoned by Gu poison, but she had not been able to find an antidote, so she resigned herself to fate, not to mention that she believed that God would not let her die easily if she was allowed to come here.

Hearing this, Ah Qing said with a look of self-reproach: "It's Ah Qing's incompetence, please don't give up the county lord, Ah Qing will definitely be able to save the county lord." ”

"Alright, you just have to do your best." Gong Qianmo said with a smile.

Ah Qing knew that the county lord's words were just to comfort her, no matter what, she would not have anything to do with the county lord, and there was His Royal Highness the King as a last resort, she believed that His Royal Highness the King would not let the county lord be hurt in the slightest.

"By the way, is there any news from the inn?" Gong Qianmo took a sip of the medicine and asked.

Feng Jinglan has disappeared so much in the past few days, and it doesn't look like his style, is it really because of her refusal to retreat? Gong Qianmo couldn't help but think in his heart.

Ah Qing was a little surprised when he heard this: "Is the county lord worried about something?" ”

"I don't know, I always feel like something is going to happen these days." Her hunch had always been very accurate, but it was a pity that she couldn't predict the prophet, otherwise the unsteady feeling in her heart would not have dissipated for a long time.

Ah Qing was taken aback, and said cautiously: "Is the county lord saying that something will happen in the post house?" ”

"Perhaps, you send someone to keep an eye on it, and try not to arouse the suspicion of others." Gong Qianmo commanded lightly.

Ah Qing nodded: "Yes, county lord." ”

"Well, you go down and rest, you've worked hard during this time." Seeing that Ah Qing looked haggard, Gong Qianmo let her go down.

After noon, in the post house of the capital of Beiling.

"Master, the Netherworld has already set off, and it will be there within three days." Xuan Ying received the news from the Netherworld and immediately reported it to Feng Jinglan.

Feng Jinglan glanced at Xuan Ying and said, "What should she do when she comes, do you know everything?" ”

"The subordinates understand, but the subordinates are worried that the girl in the Netherworld may not be able to complete the task assigned by the master." The girl in the Netherworld is eccentric, and she has never played cards according to common sense, and she does it casually, and the elders of the Blue City all miss her as young, and they will not deliberately blame her even if there is anything, so she has developed a personality that is not afraid of heaven and earth, and now, the matter arranged by the master really embarrassed him, if she let the girl kill people and set fire, maybe she could still complete it successfully, but she went to do those delicate Miss Didi, and he was worried that the master might be disappointed.

Feng Jinglan said noncommittally: "You don't have to worry about this, you just need to tell Netherworld what she needs to accomplish, and the other kings have their own opinions." ”

"Yes, master." Xuanying nodded respectfully, and could only mourn silently for the dark in his heart.

At the same time, the carriage from Dongsheng had already entered the border of Beiling, and it was estimated that the carriage would reach the imperial city in less than two days.

"Holy Son, it's getting dark, do you think you want to find a place to rest?" He was worried that the Son's body had not yet recovered, and that his injuries would worsen due to the hard work of the journey, so he asked for advice.

Hearing this, Sheng Xue Ran shook his head lightly and said, "No need, continue to hurry." He didn't know how she was doing these days, whether she was poisoned, so he didn't want to delay at this critical time.

"Yes, Son." The long chop reluctantly continued to drive.