Ling Ruizhi was still sitting opposite the high priest, and there were many strange things in front of the two, like clay figurines, and like children's toys, King Jin motioned to Qing'er not to make a sound.

They lay quietly on the eaves, holding their breath to observe the movement in the opposite room.

The high priest is quite strange, the season of early spring, cold in the morning and evening. He opened the doors and windows so that the people outside the house could have an unobstructed view of the situation inside the house, Qing'er thought about the layout that had been cleverly avoided by the twelve dark guards when she first arrived, and she had to admire the high priest, "The wise man is really frank and open. ”

She whispered in Mo Zhuofeng's ear, humming like a mosquito, making him uncomfortable for a while: "Not necessarily, maybe it's too conceited." ”

Ling Ruizhi skillfully held the tea cup and tasted it carefully: "Nansheng Country has fertile soil, grain production is quite abundant, there is no winter all year round, I never thought that the taste of tea is so good." However, there are a few medicinal herbs that must grow in cold and wet places, and Nanshengguo is afraid that it will not be able to be preserved, so it must be dried and ground into powder in advance to be easy to carry. ”

They are all experts in witchcraft, infatuation Gu poison is top secret, Miao Jiang got the formula at the beginning, but there is no formula for the antidote, these are top secrets, it is inconvenient for the high priest to reveal, even if Ling Ruizhi tries again, he can only return in vain.

The high priest put the smoke pot on the table, "Lord Linglou, you don't have to work in vain, there is no shortage of drugs to restrain Gu poison here, as for the matter of the holy woman you mentioned, it is not surprising, please go back." ”

The icy and solemn eyes were like an ice blade condensed by the cold wind, sharp and murderous: "High priest, there is really no room for transformation. ”

Ming Jiang walked in from outside the door and made a gesture of invitation, Ling Ruizhi put away his murderous aura, Ming Jiang is definitely not alone here, several clan elders of the witchcraft can block the thousands of troops, he does not have the ability to provoke them at present, he got up and walked away.

The moon is in the sky, bright and gentle, the soft moonlight bar night sets off a calm and peaceful, the light of the moon falls on the trees, falling mottled black shadows, scattered like broken strips hanging on the trees.

King Jin and the forehead of the dark not far away, this is a signal to leave.

There was a muffled noise in the room, and the high priest still knocked on the pot of cigarettes at hand, "Since you have come from afar, come down and have a cup of tea." ”

The red lines around are criss-crossed, the golden bells are densely packed, and the melodious sound of bells is made under the drive of the night wind, and the twelve dark guards flew out in an instant, vigilantly surrounding the Jin King and his wife in the middle.

The night was like water, and there was a crisp bell, and there was no other sound. The high priest picked up the teapot on the table and poured two cups of hot tea: "Young man, don't give your life in vain, the enchantment laid by the witchcraft is not something that you juniors can decipher. ”

A trace of hesitation and struggle flashed in King Jin's cold moon-like eyes, knowing that he was careless, he would let people take advantage of the loophole, Qing'er's tender little hand gently held his big hand, "I'm thirsty, it's better to beg for a cup of tea like the high priest." ”

The purpose of her trip was to come for the War King's illness, and since Ling Ruizhi returned empty-handed, then she had the intention of meeting this rumored and invincible high priest.

The high priest, dressed in a white robe, sat cross-legged. The King of Jin fell into the courtyard with Qing'er, and the twelve secret guards followed closely behind, but did not enter the house.

The high priest raised his eyebrows and gave a thumbs up, "It's not a loss to be the prince of Jin in the Mexican country, his subordinates are strict in their duties, well-trained, rumors in the rivers and lakes, the prince of Jin loves his wife like his life, and the old man is seeing is believing." ”

King Jin pulled Qing'er and sat down straight: "It is a blessing for the younger generation to let the high priest cook tea with his own hands." ”

The moonlight is quiet and the brook is murmuring.

In the quiet and wide courtyard, the branches spit green, the grass sprouts, and the fragrance of the soil leads Qing'er to drink two more cups of tea, and even the peach blossom cake on the table is extremely attractive. ”

The high priest's small eyes reflected a bright light: "Since Princess Jin can taste these, her cooking skills must not be inferior to chess, and I don't know when I can taste Princess Jin's cooking skills, I will have no regrets when I am old." ”

King Jin's sarcastic smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "The high priest of witchcraft has always been a person who lives a long life, how can he say that he has no regrets, besides, the lady's craftsmanship may not be able to enter the eyes of the high priest." ”

The high priest's goatee was obviously curled, and he pursed his lips very dissatisfied, with a childish look of unrelenting: "King Jin is crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, if it weren't for the old man to give the pill to Uncle Jinghuang, why would His Royal Highness the King of Jin sit down and drink tea with the old man proudly." Since the old decay can help your husband and wife and be harmonious, it will naturally allow you to get Lin'er as you wish, and the old decay will go to the Jin Palace, it is difficult for His Royal Highness the King of Jin to be unwilling to entertain the old decay. ”

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the high priest of witchcraft is ruthless, ruthless, and ruthless, even the royal family of Nansheng Kingdom is a little jealous, but seeing it today, Mo Zhuofeng feels that it is not like that at all, this is clearly an old naughty boy.

Qing'er likes to tease the goatee the most, when she was a child, she often went to play with her grandfather's goatee, she saw it, her hands were itchy, and she couldn't hold back for a while, in the surprised eyes of the high priest, Qing'er inadvertently pulled out a goatee with her small hands, shining silver-white under the illumination of the lamp.

King Jin was a little made a little laughing and crying by her actions, "High Priest, don't blame, my lady is just an unintentional move, I hope you will forgive me." ”

"When I was a child, I liked my grandfather's goatee very much, and I may never touch it in my life." The cheerful atmosphere just now was instantly suppressed.

King Jin saw that it was not suitable to stay any longer, so he got up and said goodbye, just when the two of them were about to step out of the threshold, the voice of the high priest sounded again: "You are not a person who is a Gu, the treatment is relatively simple, the King of War is a person who is a Gu, so far he has not been able to completely come out of his emotions, and if you want to save the King of War, it is not something that can be done overnight." ”

Qing'er's sharp gaze as sharp as a knife went straight to the high priest: "Then why didn't Uncle Jing Huang say anything when he first used the medicine." ”

"The old man didn't tell me, and Uncle Jing Huang didn't know the inside story at all." Book bar

"Aren't you careless of human life? Ling Ruizhi made a special trip to get the antidote, but he returned in vain, if this continues, how can the life of the seventh brother be saved. "King Jin is a little annoyed, the king of war can be regarded as heroic, as a man, he admires it.

The high priest disagreed, and suddenly thought of Qing'er's hobby, and hurriedly pressed the goatee to the base of his neck: "Now that you are here, the old man has a way to cure the king of war." ”

King Jin was like a hedgehog, protecting Qing'er behind him, and in that posture, if the high priest dared to get Qing'er's idea, he would avoid the high priest's blood splashing on the spot.

The high priest rolled his eyes, "Three days later, on the night of the full moon, if the princess of Jin can bring a plate of delicious food to the old man, then the old man will be reluctant to help the king of war make a medicine primer." ”

After speaking, the two doors closed mercilessly, and there was a gust of wind, all the windows were closed, and the King of Jin flew away with Qing'er, and the twelve dark guards followed closely like swallows, and more than a dozen people did it, in order to bring up a little dust, it can be seen that the light work has been achieved.

Ming Jiang flashed out from the side of the room, and the high priest let him in.

The room was cold, and when he saw the teacups on the table, a trace of surprise flashed on Ming Jiang's face, and then he was expressionless, "You prepare, in three days, the old decay will be used for medicine." ”

When Ming Jiang withdrew, he breathed a long sigh of relief, the Jin King and his wife were extraordinary, the high priest could pour tea in person, they were far more important in the high priest's heart than Uncle Jinghuang, what kind of person could make the high priest condescend.

The night was like ink, and Ling Ruizhi knelt by the moat, letting the cold wind invade. Yunshang quietly appeared behind him: "Senior brother, are things not going well?" ”

"That old puppet relied on the secret recipe of witchcraft to lay a score with me, and if he wants to get the antidote, I'm afraid it will take some effort."

Yunsheng's always charming black eyes were soaked with ruthlessness: "Then kill the princess of Jin, you can't get the antidote to the infatuation Gu poison, the king of war is going to die, and the princess of Jin can't live alone, when the time comes, Uncle Jing Huang will be in a hurry to go to the room, and the high priest is high, and he doesn't dare not give Uncle Jing face." ”

"After the last incident, King Jin guarded Princess Jin very tightly, not to mention assassination, I'm afraid that even an ant can't climb in. Moreover, if something really happens to that woman, if there is really no antidote from the old horseman, we are equivalent to offending the entire family of witchcraft, plus Uncle Nansheng Guojing, you and I can't afford such consequences. "Ling Ruizhi knows better than anyone that Uncle Jinghuang's power and vicious methods are far more difficult than those of King Jin.

After bathing, Qing'er was wearing a brocade red robe embroidered with a colorful phoenix pattern, her slender waist was tied, and she looked more and more ungraspable, and the robe was long and trailing on the white floor tiles behind her, and the soft red arc slowly moved forward with her elegant steps, like a flowing color ink painting under the pen of a famous artist, which was injected with infinite life, which looked extremely pleasing to the eye.

King Jin's calm eyes became hot, his woman was really beautiful, he stopped Qing'er's waist, and the sudden movement made Qing'er fall into his arms unexpectedly, and his white little hand touched his chest, soft.

"Tomorrow, Murong Mansion will have a happy event, we have to go over early."

"Why? Murong Qian married Shangguan Bai as his wife, because of the marriage of the Queen Mother, the face of General Shangguan, Murong Mansion must be noisy and dazzling, we just go to join in the fun, it doesn't hurt later. ”

Why is this man awkward today, suddenly, Qing'er pursed her red lips, "Do you remember, it wasn't my name when the decree was made, and you and I didn't pay homage, speaking of which, we are really not right." ”

King Jin wanted to say something, but Mo Bao was outside the door with a smile: "Lord, the queen mother has sent a reward." ”

"Come in."

The father-in-law bowed his head respectfully and came in, "The queen asked the slave to send some supplements and jewelry to the princess of Jin, and the queen specially instructed the princess to take care of her body carefully, this is the details, and the slave retired." ”

A group of palace maids jumped in, looking at the items in the tray, Qing'er's face turned red instantly, stretched out her little hand, and twisted it fiercely under King Jin's armpit, King Jin smiled with his eyebrows: "The lady is annoyed, and the queen mother is also eager to hug her grandson." Saying that, he stretched out his hand to stroke Qing'er's lower abdomen, since the round house, he has been very diligent day and night, thinking, there should be their baby here, no and no hurry, they are still young, as long as he works harder, the child will always have it.

The sound of firecrackers came from far to near, and Murong Qian couldn't go out to greet his relatives because he was stupid, so he had to let a brother of the same clan of the same generation in the family marry on his behalf.

Such a marriage between the two families should be lively, however, the marriage by mistake does not have ten miles of red makeup, there is no rainbow in the sky, and some are just unwilling and unwilling.

Shangguan Bai clenched the hijab in her hand, and from last night to now, her anger reached its peak. Old lady Murong had such a simple wedding ceremony, and even the banquet was a matter of coping, she wore a wedding dress once in her life, and she was already compromised, but now, she gritted her teeth and wanted to tear Murong Qian to pieces.

General Shangguan sat in the carriage for the first time, Mrs. Shangguan's face was as pale as paper, her eyes were red and swollen, the atmosphere in the carriage was very depressing, in contrast to the Xuantian gongs and drums outside, she choked up and asked General Shangguan, "We marry a daughter, why do we have to follow to Murong's house." They are also married to wives, and they only invite ten tables, isn't this another slap in the face? It's good that you still have to go up and follow you, don't you have that woman in your heart. ”

Shangguan's face was as deep as the sea, and he suddenly looked up at Mrs. Shangguan, a few days ago, he deliberately made a fake military secret note, but he got the news last night, and the content of the book had appeared in the northern country, which shows what role this woman plays. At the beginning, his grateful heart, cut off his feelings for his lover, how ridiculous it was to bring this woman to his side, his Xi'er, the woman who regarded him as his life, how deeply he hurt her. He wanted to see her, and after all these years, this idea has not changed. It's just that he hasn't been able to muster up the courage.

Life is like this, what you discard when you don't cherish it, when you understand that you want to redeem it, you look back at it, those people and those things no longer belong to you. Time can reveal the meaning of life, and it can also interpret irretrievable regret.

He had to wait for the conclusive evidence to make this masked woman completely reveal her original ugly face.

"If it weren't for your blind clinging to glory and wealth, where would there be Bai'er today, as a mother, I don't think about it, and I think about it with such a bunch of crooked reasoning, I think you are wrong."

I don't know why, she always felt that Shangguan's eyes contained monstrous anger, did he notice it, shouldn't it, for so many years, he had never doubted her, this time, she did it very skillfully, the scapegoat had already been arranged, even if he traced it, it would not involve her, but the originally gentle husband, now the sharp eyes are really just for her to cling to the hatred of the Queen Mother.