Standing in front of his bed for a long time, she was also relieved to see that he was breathing calmly and didn't look like he was waking up at all.

Tiptoeing around and began to rummage, from the desk to the bookshelf to the wall tiles, hanging paintings, etc., roughly passed aside, but unfortunately she didn't find it, she was a little impatient in her heart, just at this time, Mu Qianran turned over, so frightened that she quickly lay on the ground, beating the drum in her heart, after a long time, her legs were numb, and she dared to look up slowly, and found that Mu Qianran just turned over, still sleeping very deeply, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned over the places that should be found in the room, and she didn't find anything like the secret room and the secret pavilion, it seems that Mu Qianran is very deep, but she has a feeling, the Nine Needle Dragon Sprouts must be here.

The first time she was expected to return from defeat, Lin Weier was not discouraged, she went back to sleep a lot, and continued to ponder after waking up, Lou Jing hid in the room, knowing that Lin Weier didn't get it, she was secretly proud, Lin Weier's ability is nothing more than this, she hasn't gotten anything after entering the house for so many days, and she is a waste, just like this, she still wants to stay with her master, dreaming.

Lin Weier didn't get the nine-needle dragon sprout grass The happiest person is her, if Lin Weier and they knew Lou Jing's thoughts, they would take off their shoes and shoot her to death now.

Canghaiju, Mu Qianran woke up dizzy, it was really worthy of a ghost doctor to make something, even he almost caught his way, he knew it when Lin Weier stepped into Canghaiju, guessed that she would use drugs, there was no other better way than drugs, she was really ruthless, a piece of incense went down, he didn't ease up until now.

Two days have passed in a blink of an eye, she goes to Canghaiju every day, but she finds nothing, Mu Qianran's room she searched carefully inside and out, and she has found all the places that should be found, where did Mu Qianran hide things? It really puzzles her, she gives Mu Qianran a lot of incense every day, he is not in good health, if he goes on like this, his life is almost gone, she went to see Mu Qianran at noon today, his face was not good, his face was as white as paper, and the guilt in her heart became stronger and stronger.

In the afternoon, she sat on the low floor, and Jie Nan and the others were also there: "Jie Nan, do you say I want to have a showdown with Mu Qianran directly." ”

"Master, do you want us to try it tonight?" Jie Nan and the others don't believe in Mu Qianran, they are not related to each other, they have worked hard to enter the Mu Mansion, how could Mu Qianran easily hand over the Nine Needle Dragon Sprout Grass, think about it from another angle, they stole the beams and changed the pillars, and dropped Mu Qianran's bride, how could Mu Qianran give them things, the outer formation of the Mu Mansion is so complicated, how many of their brothers have not come in, if they really anger Mu Qianran, it is very likely that they will not be able to get out.

"No need, I'm going to try it one last time tonight, if not, I'll have a showdown with him tomorrow, no matter what, I can't wait." She has been away from Beijing for more than a month, and what is happening in the imperial city is changing every day, according to the trajectory, Murong Weizhen should be about to collect a few other medicines, and the drought over there in the grain city is also coming, the emperor has given marriage, and the wedding period of the first few princes is also coming, she can't go on.

You don't have to worry about other things, but Murong Weizhen's body can't afford it, and she can't use incense for Mu Qianran every day, it hurts her body too much, no matter what, the nine-needle dragon sprout grass must be taken out from the Mu family, the Mu family is kind to Wei Zhen, and she is afraid that she will hurt Mu Qianran's root if she continues like this.