Ye Qinzhu's spiritual power sneaked into Yang Qingjue's stone, and Dr. Pei saw Ye Qinzhu's hand flipping in the air, and when his five fingers were buckled, he was holding a brilliant book in his hand.

The girl smiled and held the book in both hands and handed it to Dr. Pei. Doctor Pei took it without saying a word, and happily buried his head in the pages.

"The eldest brother and the princes are guests, and Tinglan is a well-known girl here, I don't know what kind of identity Dr. Pei is staying in Tianxianglou?"

Taking advantage of Dr. Pei's immersion in his own small world, Ye Qinzhu came to Yang Qingjue's side and asked in a low voice.

"Pei Shu, this person, can't do anything else, just grind some herbs and make some strange medicinal powder. Yang Qingjue stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of Ye Qinzhu's nose, "The first time you came to Tianxianglou, didn't you find that the spices used in it were not like ordinary people?"

"So, the incense I used to fascinate Li Zhichu at that time was actually Dr. Pei's?"

"No?" Yang Qingjue looked away and glanced at the corner of the wall, "The spices made by Dr. Pei are of no other use, after you have seen those things, they are all from me." ”

Ye Qinzhu completely realized, thinking that Ting Lan gave her the spices claimed to be in stock in front of Yang Qingjue, Ye Qinzhu couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

The girl who was ordered to come to the palace of King Lu with a light car, and the jade foot point was in one of the places, and she stomped three times, and someone turned out of the courtyard of the palace and landed in front of her.

The girl handed over the brocade box, and took it silently month by month, and the two did not exchange a word, as if they just passed by, and parted ways in the next second.

Entering the palace from the outer courtyard month by month, he passed by several princesses and maids on the way.

Because he was the personal attendant of the third prince, the maids were polite to him, but there was an occasional flash of contempt in his eyes.

Month by month, he entered the snow pavilion in the garden and stopped in the sword light in the sky.

Yang Qingtan's every move exuded a fierce color, as if he wanted to split this piece of the world that imprisoned him.

In the morning, all his anger and unwillingness were well hidden.

At night, he can only vent his emotions in a way that ordinary people can't understand.

Noticing the arrival of the moon, Yang Qingtan finally swung a sword to catch the falling snowflakes.

"What's the matter?" he sheathed his sword, glancing coldly at the moon.

"Your Highness, this is a gift from Tian Xianglou. "Month by month, he knelt down on one knee and presented a brocade box.

Yang Qingtan stretched out his hand, took the brocade box, opened it in the moonlight, and saw a black bead lying quietly inside.

He twisted the string of beads, catching a glimpse of a piece of paper pressed under the string.

"On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, there is nothing to give, only a string of fire spirit beads as a gift. This string has spiritual sense, which can keep His Highness safe, and I hope His Highness will wear it on his body.

In addition, the third lady of the Ye family asked for this thing for His Royal Highness, and in exchange, she would ask His Highness for a few tricks and formulas in the future, in case of emergency. ”

The handwriting is Juan Xiu's small letters, and you can imagine Ye Qinzhu's little hand pinching the brush, and he looks serious with one stroke at a time.

On the first Chinese New Year's Eve of meeting friends, there were gifts to give, which was really unexpected.

"It's just that this exchange ......" Yang Qingtan hooked the corners of her mouth, and unconsciously murmured, "Give people roses, she actually has the face to give back, what a big face." ”

Ye Qinzhu, who had a large face, came out of Tianxiang Building and boarded the carriage with Yang Qingjue.

The coachman has been replaced by the familiar Wu Yong, a middle-aged man with a black face throwing a long whip, consciously playing the role of Yang Qingjue's coachman.

Ye Qinzhu clearly remembered that Wu Yong a long time ago was a super powerful spirit master......

The driver was replaced by his own person, and Ye Qinzhu relaxed a lot, and he didn't have to refer to Yang Qingjue, and compared with him.

"Speaking of me and Dr. Pei. Yang Qingjue's slender fingers rubbed her lips, and she suddenly turned to face Ye Qinzhu, and raised a hand at her, "If you take poison by mistake, do you know any way to delay the poison?"

Ye Qinzhu bent his fingers and thought for a moment against his chin.

"If there is an emergency, I can only induce vomiting. Knowing the type of poison can be found urgently if it is convenient, so that it can be neutralized and relieved. ”

"And?" Yang Qingjue nodded approvingly.

Ye Qinzhu shook his head.

"As your spirit master, you don't need the rest of your aids to induce vomiting. While ensuring the safety of your surroundings, you can infuse spiritual power into the opponent's body to protect his organs that may be corrupted by the poison, and at the same time wrap them with spiritual power to force the poison out. ”

Yang Qingjue said as she drew a pen for Ye Qinzhu.

"The spiritual power of the spirit master has a good protective effect, if poisoned, not only can the toxins that have not yet worked be discharged, but also can protect the parts of the body that have not been harmed, until the person who knows how to detoxify comes. ”

"It may be a little impractical for others to consume a large amount of spiritual power all the time, but in the case of bamboo, the spiritual power reserves must be sufficient. Yang Qingjue's eyes glanced over Ye Qinzhu's flute, and he teased with a smile.

Ye Qinzhu didn't take this sentence as a joke, but shook his palms seriously.

In the opening, a layer of spiritual power condensed and formed, and spread it in the palm.

"That's right. Yang Qingjue nodded approvingly, and lowered his voice to Ye Qinzhu, "If something happens, you must come to me." As long as it's poisonous, there's nothing I can't suppress. As long as it is poison that I know, I must have a way to deal with it. ”

Ye Qinzhu was slightly stunned, and immediately nodded affirmatively.

By the time Ye Qinzhu returned to Yefu, the time was already approaching the hour.

Although Ye Qinzhu is a spirit master, and Ye Sheng guarantees that she is okay, if she returns late for a while, her father will no longer be able to sit still, and will rush out to find someone.

Listening to Jiading's report, Mrs. Zhao, who was preparing in the inner room, breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Qinzhu came back so late, Ye Yan would definitely not let her go. This trip will definitely take half an hour, and when Ye Yan comes back, Mrs. Zhao should almost turn back into the woman who turned off the lights, and she has no time to care about those idle trivial matters.

Taking the letter from Huahua's hand, Zhao Lingzhang slowly tore open the envelope and browsed the contents.

"I look forward to you coming every day and drinking a glass of flower wine. She sneered and read, returning the letter to the flowers, "This delicate little Kai doesn't look like Aunt Qin's notes, but like Miss Ye San's." ”

"Madam, that aunt has been complaining since she was grounded. This time, I'm afraid I don't know who to borrow, trying to give the third lady a powerful look. The flower pouted, her face full of disdain.

Zhao Lingzhang smiled and twisted a flower, and the pink petals lined the beauty much younger.

"It seems that this simple grounding is beyond Aunt Qin's help. ”

"Since she wants to play, I'm going to see what tricks she can pull out. If she behaves well, I don't mind taking care of the four girls by someone else. ”

"Ma'am. For this, Hua Hua has something to say, "Miss Ye Si is with Aunt Qin all day long, and her personality can't help but be a little extreme, if you take away her biological mother, the slave is afraid that ......"

"I know. Zhao Lingzhang interrupted Huahua's words, changed his lazy sitting posture, and said, "That's right, I let her continue to stay by Aunt Qin's side." But if this mother and daughter are really not interesting, could it be that I, the housewife, can't punish a young lady?"

A smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and Zhao Lingzhang sat upright on the bed, generous and dignified.