At this time, Yi Junhao suddenly sighed, and his eyes became extremely long. For some reason, he suddenly remembered his first nurse when he was a child.

His first nurse was a gentle, young and beautiful woman, who took care of herself and regarded herself as a pure and good woman.

But when he was still young and babbling, the nurse was accused of performing extremely evil witchcraft on Yi Junhao's mother in the palace of Nan'anguo.

The nurse admitted that she was innocent, but the officers and soldiers found ironclad evidence in her room.

She also thought that someone was deliberately framed and wanted to ask the monarch of Nan'an to find out the truth so that he could return his innocence, just when he hesitated, Yi Junhao's queen mother came out and took the initiative to intercede with the monarch regardless of the previous suspicions, and the nurse was not sentenced to capital punishment, but was ordered by her father to permanently drive out of the land of Nan'an, and she was never allowed to return to China.

Since then, there has really been no news at all......

Just when Yi Junhao was falling into a long thought, Lan Xiang suddenly seemed to think of something again, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, our bustard is really powerful, she seems to know how to use medicine?" ”

Yi Junhao quickly came back to his senses when he heard this, and asked, "Oh, how do you say this?" ”

Lan Xiang recalled for a while, and said mysteriously, "Lan Xiang often sees the old bustard prescribing her own medicine and decocting the medicine with her own hands, as if she is very familiar with the medicine. ”

Yi Junhao asked curiously, "Oh? She prescribes medicine, and often does? Did she eat it herself? She is so strong and strong, and she still needs to be medicated often? ”

Lan Xiang suddenly covered her nose and let out a chuckle, and said, "Where, at first, Lan Xiang also thought it was some tonic that the bustard had prescribed to herself." However, once Lan Xiang accidentally saw that this medicine was originally given to ......"

Lan Xiang suddenly stopped when she said this, as if she realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said.

Then he changed his mind and continued to change his words, "Oh, look at Lan Xiang's fast mouth that doesn't close the door, these are all things in the room between the girls in our Wanjiao Pavilion, so the son doesn't need to know in detail." ”

As soon as Lan Xiang finished speaking, she lowered her head with a look of remorse. I secretly said in my heart, it was so dangerous, I was almost told by myself.

As soon as these words came out, Yi Junhao naturally wouldn't have any interest in snooping into the things in these dusty women's rooms, so he really didn't continue to think about it, except for being more sure of his conjecture.

It seems that he has to find time to meet for a while, this mysterious old bustard of Wan Jiaoge, who has been forced to be a prostitute all day long, has a wide heart and a fat body but is deeply hidden, but it seems to be extremely not simple. How did she go from a top poison Gu master in Nan'an to the most famous fireworks place in the Western Qin Kingdom.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that he was dressed again. Turning her head to look at the sky outside the window, maybe at this time she couldn't wait for him in Ruyi Curie and rested.

So, he hurriedly came back to his senses and said to Lan Xiang, "Okay, it's getting late today, so my son will go back and rest first." If there is anything else to ask the girl in the future. I hope the girl can give advice. ”

When Ran Lanxiang heard this, she hurriedly excused herself and said

"Childe, Lan Xiang has really told Childe everything she knows, and there is really nothing else." She didn't want to be pestered by anyone.

However, Yi Junhao didn't think so, he just smiled at her with a weird smile, and then turned around and walked out without looking back......

"Knock knock", Yi Junhao just went out, and there was a gentle knock on the door.

Hearing this, Lan Xiang quickly walked out of the inner room towards the door, as if she was extremely annoyed.

"Squeak", the door was opened by Lan Xiang, and her voice seemed to be extremely impatient, "I said, what the hell is the matter with you?" Didn't this girl tell you that she had already told you everything she knew, but why did you still stick to this girl like a dog skin plaster, if you linger any longer, this girl will really go to the bustard to clean you up. This is Wan Jiaoge, it's still ...... to deal with an unreasonable guest like you."

"Yan Hong, why are you?" After Lan Xiang opened the door, she looked up and found that it was not Yi Junhao, who had just left, who knocked on the door, but a new girl in the Wanjiao Pavilion - Yan Hong.

Lan Xiang was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and quickly dragged it in, "Come in, why are you here?" After gently closing the door, he turned around, only to find that Yan Hong's eyes were red, as if he had just cried.

After pondering for a while, Lan Xiang pulled Yan Hong to sit down on the desk table, poured a hot tea for her, handed it to her hand, and asked with concern, "Did you just cry again?" But the bustard is embarrassing for you again? ”

Yan Hong gently reached out to take the hot tea, and when she heard Lan Xiang's condolences, she suddenly began to snort as if she was very aggrieved, "Sister Xiang'er, this kind of frightened and uneasy days all day long, Yan Hong really can't stand it." Just now, as soon as you left with the veiled guest with your front foot, the bustard's hind foot gave Yan Hong another masked guest who came with him. After a long road of life, Yan Hong will definitely not be able to survive. As... Let Yanhong die, take advantage of the fact that her body is still clean now. Woo... Woo... Woo..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she began to cry even more sadly.

"Shhhh

Yan Hong immediately suppressed her crying, and Lan Xiang looked at her pitiful appearance of pear blossoms with rain, and her heart was suddenly full of emotion