Ye Qingwan frowned and thought for a while, she didn't know much about the things in the palace, and she couldn't guess who would be unfavorable to Jiang Wumian in the palace.

Emperor? Empress? Dowager? Or ...... Prince? Probably, except for the person who poisoned him, only Jiang Wumian himself knew it.

couldn't figure out these things, so Ye Qingwan didn't think much about it. Originally, they just took what they needed and used each other, she was only responsible for detoxifying him, and he was responsible for taking back some of what belonged to her for her.

This was the agreement the two of them had made last night. In the afternoon, the housekeeper brought the servants over to clean the room for Ye Qingwan.

The huge empty place in the east was all transformed into a pharmacy by Ye Qingwan, and there was no excessive decoration in the room, it was clean, tidy, and clear at a glance, and some wall lattices on the wall were reserved for medicine.

She sorted out the medicinal materials brought by the housekeeper again, and put the alchemy furnace aside, and when she had time, she could make some various pills out in case of emergency.

When it was almost time to clean up, there was a knock on the door. Ye Qingwan walked out of the pharmacy, casually pulled the screen that could be rotated, covering the pharmacy behind, and then went to open the door.

The door was opened, and Feng Lin stood at the door dressed in black. Ye Qingwan said lightly: "What's wrong?" "There was a faint smell of blood on his body, which was not heavy, but as a healer, he was very sensitive to this smell.

Feng Lin coughed lightly and said, "Master, please come over for dinner." Ye Qingwan: "I've already eaten it just now." Feng Lin: "......" was too honest, and he was speechless.

After Ye Qingwan finished speaking, he was about to close the door and return to the house, Feng Lin hurriedly spoke: "The master wants to see you." Ye Qingwan raised his eyes slightly, and walked towards the Fusu Palace.

Feng Lin touched his nose stupidly, what the hell, why did he be respectful to such a child?

When Ye Qingwan walked to the Fusu Palace, the front of the hall was miserable, and the housekeeper stood aside with a solemn expression.

The maids knelt on the ground timidly, and at a cursory glance, there seemed to be more than a hundred people, their bodies were trembling, and they didn't dare to take a breath, and there were winding blood stains on the stone steps, Ye Qingwan frowned without a trace, and swept over those maids.

Among them, including the maids who brought her food yesterday, but it looked like there was one person missing. Ye Qingwan glanced at Feng Lin, Feng Lin felt a sigh in his heart, opened his eyes slightly, and didn't dare to look at him.

Ye Qingwan crossed the blood, walked towards the hall, and said lightly: "The smell of blood is too strong." "The scene inside the temple is not much better than outside.

The woman's tendons and tendons were picked, covered in blood, lying miserably on the ground, her eyes were opened with difficulty, her mouth was whimpering, and she kept begging for mercy.

"Your Highness, Lingmo didn't mean it."

"Your Highness......" When she passed over the maid, Ye Qingwan saw her face clearly. It's the one who is missing.

It's just that compared to the previous refinement, now the face is full of filthy blood, and it is miserable. Ye Qingwan walked over expressionlessly, crossed the screen, and saw the person lying on the soft couch on his side.

The collar was open for some reason, and his face was extremely bad, so gloomy that he almost dripped.

"You told me to come over for dinner?" Jiang Wumian: "......" Didn't this dead girl see that he was angry?

What to eat! And, who told her to come over? Jiang Wumian got up slightly and said, "Change the clothes of this king, seal Lin, and pass the meal." ”