The cliff stone was shattered because of the echo, the Penglai Pavilion on the lake was not damaged at all, the water reflected the glaze on the window, and there were already servants in the Penglai Pavilion who had been ordered to light the stove and retreat to the side.

Cheng Qingxuan wrung the water on her clothes with her, and sighed: "If she weren't a princess, she would dare to design to harm you, and she wouldn't be spared." ”

Ruoyun heard that he was a little angry, and couldn't help but comfort: "That's it, I shouldn't die either." Fusu can't quarrel with the sky right now, in case someone takes advantage of the opportunity. ”

"Although you don't boast and never complain, but you worry about people's worries and worries in your every move, can I think that you are sharing my worries?" Cheng Qingxuan smiled softly and raised his eyes to look at her.

Ruoyun was surprised, and glared at him with a smile, "I don't know anything about your spells, if I go to Fusu, I'm illiterate, how can I share my worries?" ”

Cheng Qingxuan was noncommittal, but shook his head at her, "It's just that you are a little wrong, it is not an opportunity for someone to take advantage of the opportunity, and it is one thing to be stable in Fusu......"

Ruoyun was stunned when she heard this, and subconsciously asked, "Is there something wrong with Fusu?" Unstable? ”

"It's another thing for me to settle accounts with Rong Jinhuan after the autumn." Cheng Qingxuan only said the second half of the sentence, and ordered someone to take the hand stove.

"Count...... Bill? He was dumbfounded, and did not believe that it had come out of his mouth.

"As Emperor Tianyi, Rong Jinhuan knows that it is inconvenient for us to reveal our identities, and has been suppressing the power of kings with different surnames for a long time. This is understandable. But he broke the contract first, ordered you to kneel in front of the palace, threw you into the cold palace, punished you, and hid this matter from me in every possible way. In order to deceive the sixteen scrolls, this account will naturally be counted. Cheng Qingxuan said coldly and held the hand stove for her. He tugged at her wrist and tapped her pulse gently.

"What Huai Xuanmo said about the secret scroll is really true?" Ruoyun thought of the clipper, looked at Cheng Qingxuan's slightly unhappy face again, and said with a strange face, "It turns out that I am worth as many as sixteen secret scrolls." ”

"It's also that I take it lightly, I don't know that the more I look at it, the more Rong Jinhuan will notice it, and the trap will be ......set early," Cheng Qingxuan said, closed his eyes and checked her pulse, and stopped talking.

His slender fingers tapped from time to time, and Ruoyun saw that the corners of his lips were tight and his indifferent face was slightly clouded. Seeing his long loose hair wet around his neck, thinking that he could seriously say that he wanted to settle accounts with the emperor and the autumn queen with such an embarrassed appearance, he couldn't help but smile.

can remember that Rong Jinhuan once swore to express his intentions, and asked her very strongly to agree to return to Beijing. She felt very upset again. If she has any partiality and tilt now, it will attract backlash, and the peaceful cooperation between Yiyi and Fusu will collapse that day, not only her. Many people's efforts will be in vain.

Ruoyun became depressed when she thought about it. Holding the stove half-asleep and half-awake, in a trance.

After a while, the servants came with a large bucket of hot water, and a maid brought a change of clothes, and when she sat in the bathtub to drive away the cold, Cheng Qingxuan went back to the medicine house to continue to mix the medicine.

The hot water overflowed her shoulders, Ruoyun finally relieved her fatigue and relieved herself, and she couldn't cry or laugh when she wanted to come to the palace and stared at her after she was the weak princess. sighed that it was really because it was just a little trick of the princess, so that there would not be too much trouble.

There are some things she can't figure out, the origin of the Western Regions poison Blood Begonia is weird. And Qingluan obviously hates her, but it is a fact that she can save her in the palace, although the method is extreme, it also has an effect, and the person who gave her the order must not be a king with a different surname, but who will it be?

Ruoyun shook her head, laughing at herself and obviously didn't want to think about these things anymore, but she still couldn't help but think about it, if Xiaohong was next to her, she might laugh at her again.

She squinted at the aroma in the Boshan furnace, and suddenly remembered what Rong Yuyun said, "risking her life", she couldn't bear the doubts in her heart, and finally decided to go to the medicine house to have a look.

Ruoyun thinks that she is in good health, but she is still very tired to walk down the mountain along the neatly hewn steps, and what is even worse is that Longhua Villa is big enough, and the end of a road is often covered by trees and does not know what to do, even if there are many attendants and servants, most of them are gone, she has not met anyone along the way, so she only called the secret guard who followed to come out and ask.

After a lot of detours, she arrived at a pavilion, the front and back courtyards were scattered, and the green smoke and flowers were blooming, and she sighed that if she was here in alchemy, she might be able to become an immortal.

Finally, when a servant hurried by with medicinal herbs in his hand, and the strange smell of medicine filled the place, she became more and more sure that this was the medicine house.

Fortunately, the people here knew that the people who entered Longhua Villa were by no means suspicious people, most of them were not curious about her, and walked away at a glance, Ruoyun was able to look for people carefully, almost secretly, and finally found a familiar figure in the largest medicine house.

She quickly hid under the window and quietly looked inside, only to see that there was almost no place to stand in the huge room, and there were shelves and medicine cabinets everywhere. The shelves were full of medicine jars, and many of the lattice doors on the medicine cabinets were opened, and some of them had "missing" notes.

And Cheng Qingxuan was standing at the long table to take medicine as powder, with a few stacks of books in his hand, and a long picture hung down from the long table, and the eight veins of the strange scriptures on it were all marked with ancient Chinese characters.

The medicinal powder and herb juice in his hand was mixed again and again, and he focused on it without smiling, and from time to time he picked up a pen and wrote on the paper.

Ruoyun waited for a long time and didn't see anything unusual, and was about to leave, only to see someone holding a blue and white bed and entering with a blue and white altar, and said to Cheng Qingxuan: "Lord." ”

Cheng Qingxuan put down everything in his hand, opened the jar and took a look, and immediately said in disappointment: "The color is really wrong, it still needs to be done by Xuan Mo himself." ”

"Lord, this ......," the servant pointed to the altar.

"That puppet is hard to solve, and I'm not proficient in it, so I don't know. The first few altars were sampled and sent to Beijing for Huai Xuanmo to check, and this altar was overturned. Cheng Qingxuan sent him down, closed the door deliberately, and walked to the boiling medicine jar in the house to open the lid to check.

Ruoyun now understood that he was so troubled in order to prepare a medicine to solve the puppet secret technique, it seemed that the harm of the Qingping Sect's refining puppet was even more urgent.

Ruoyun thought about it, and saw that he had poured the decoction in the medicine jar into the bowl, and took some taste with a small golden spoon.

Ruoyun was suddenly shocked: Aren't you afraid of poisoning if you drink it like this?

But Cheng Qingxuan's expression was as usual, as if he was used to it, his brows never moved, but he took a quenched knife and skillfully stretched out his hand.

Ruoyun only felt a roar in his head, and watched him find a small trace from the top of his wrist in a daze, the tip of the knife broke through the veins and led to blood, and the red blood fell down his wrist into the medicine bowl one by one, and the brown liquid in the bowl turned slightly red after encountering the blood.

Ruoyun watched this scene dumbfounded, and the hands on her chest subconsciously clenched her neckline tightly, and her brain was buzzing and she couldn't think.

But Cheng Qingxuan's movements did not hesitate at all, everything seemed to be so natural, calmly watching the decoction in the bowl change from a small half bowl to half a bowl, and then sealed the acupoints with a needle, wiped off the blood stains, and went to take another pot of simmering decoction to reconcile.

Ruoyun was already shocked, she never expected that there would be such a vicious prescription in the world to use blood to make medicine, she was really not too attentive in Penglai Pavilion, he must have been suddenly called away when he was concocted, leaving some blood stains unwiped.

Cheng Qingxuan tested the temperature after finishing the medicine, put the medicine bowl in the tray, walked out slowly, and stopped at the door for a while.

Ruoyun hid motionless under the window in the corner, waiting for his long figure to disappear into the green smoke of the medicine house, it took a long time to come back to his senses, panting heavily, and seeing the little servant holding the medicinal herbs and wanting to add medicine to the cabinet hurriedly came, he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and said, "Is your master adjusting the medicine to suppress the puppet?" ”

The little servant was still young, and suddenly saw a girl with a beautiful face and beautiful clothes stopped in front of him, hurriedly protected the medicinal herbs with his hands, and looked at her with a little caution for a long time without saying a word.

Ruoyun frowned, raised her voice and said, "I'm asking, are your lords concocting an antidote?" ”

"Back girl, yes." The servant probably knew who she was, so he answered.

"Didn't King Huai come in person? Doesn't he say that he is the best at pharmacology and toxicology? Ruoyun asked again.

"Uh...... King Huai's eyes are inconvenient, and he can't leave the capital, so he won't come for the time being. The servant replied, looking around nervously, lest some master suddenly come out and say that he was talkative.

Ruoyun suddenly realized that Huai Xuanmo's eyes were inconvenient and there was only one king with a different surname left in Jingzhong, I was afraid that he would not be able to leave, Cheng Qingxuan was good at cutting the veins rather than medicine and poison, so he was struggling to prepare an antidote.

"This medicine needs to be made with blood? How can your recipe be so weird? Ruoyun thought about it, and still asked directly.

This time the servant was stunned and shook his head like a rattle.

"You don't know about this?" Ruoyun was suddenly deflated, thinking that Cheng Qingxuan's secret medicine must not let others interfere, so she thought about it and said, "Then do you know, where did he go with the medicine?" ”

The servant nodded this time: "The medicine sent by the Venerable Lord himself must have been sent to Penglai Pavilion." ”

"What?!" Ruoyun almost screamed.

"Penglai Pavilion." The servant repeated it again.

Ruoyun gasped, lifted the hem of her skirt and chased out, leaving the little servant still tightly guarding the herbs and standing in place.

Ruoyun chased far away in one go, but the stone steps that he had just walked around were now winding as if they could not reach the end.

She was sweating profusely and feeling sweltering, and it was close to evening, and the clear sky had long been replaced by clouds, and soon a thunderclap began to rain heavily.

Ruoyun took the wrong road for a while, and had to take shelter in the pavilion temporarily, and when she raised her eyes, she could see the Penglai Pavilion hidden in the rain and smoke clouds in the middle of the mountain, and her heart was like a knife.

That's her medicine—the decoction she drank and tasted every day when she came here! And the taste of this medicine is very close to what she drank in Cheng Wangfu, which means that it is very likely that from that time on, the strange medicine was mixed with blood, and every effort was made to cover it with various flavors, but the fishy sweetness was still strong and she couldn't forget it.

But why? Can't you take blood in a different place? Why risk your life and use such a vicious prescription?!

Ruoyun hugged the red pillar of the pavilion and gasped for breath, knowing that she had to find her way and catch up with Cheng Qingxuan quickly, but when she thought of the past, she palpitated, and she couldn't move in a trance for a while.

A cold voice came from behind, forcibly pulling her consciousness back: "If you have a conscience, you should know what you were wrong at the beginning." (To be continued......)