"He's going to be fine, right? He's going to be fine? Concubine Rong muttered to herself, her mental state collapsed several times, and she couldn't calm down even though the mother experienced the pain of her son's illness and even almost loss.

"His infatuation Gu will have the dual role of melting Gu powder and forgetting Gu, it should be safe, but we underestimate one point, that is, the position of that woman in his heart, his strong love is better than his emphasis on life, this obsession is too deep, buried in the depths of memory, but there is a swing in his heart."

"You mean, it's no longer Qing'er that he loves?"

"I'm not sure for sure, his willpower is no longer as strong as before, someone should replace the person in his heart, and he will be able to pass the first hurdle smoothly." Ling Ruizhi also couldn't figure it out, there was no antidote to infatuation Gu poison, but Princess Jin could restrain it, and the War King could break through the first level of backlash, which shows that not everything in the world is absolute.

"It should be Mu Qing, after she came, Che'er had signs of waking up, fortunately, I still have a chance to make up for it." Ling Ruizhi took the concubine into his arms, patted her on the back, and soothed, the corners of Qiu Xin's mouth hooked a trace of mockery, this man is really hypocritical, carrying the concubine Niangniang and other women ambiguously, and now he is pretending to be as deep as the sea.

"There's a way, but it's a bit risky."

"No matter how much risk you have to take, you have to wake up."

"The high priest of Nansheng Kingdom's witchcraft has arrived, I'm going to meet him, maybe he has a way to deal with infatuation Gu poison."

Concubine Rong broke free from his arms violently, and grabbed his shirt with both hands: "Uncle Jing Huang can help Princess Jin find a way to restrain the infatuation Gu poison, this high priest is indispensable for success, he must have a way." ”

She looked like a drowning person who had found a floating board, her eyes were burning with hope, Ling Ruizhi didn't answer immediately, he stared at it for a long time, deep in thought.

A flickering candle lit in the living room, like a teardrop of beauty hanging upside down, lining the corners of the four corners even darker. The firelight of the orchid seems to be real and illusory, soft and poignant, making people a little drowsy.

An old man in his fifties, with a long goatee, a collapsed nose, and small eyes, looked unattractive, but his eyes were bright, as if condensing a kind of shimmer of light, which made people shudder.

Patriarch Mingjiang pushed the door in: "High Priest, the princess of Jin has used forbidden medicine, and she is safe and sound, I heard that she has already had a round house with the king of Jin." ”

"Very good, the Murong family of the Mo Kingdom was originally from the Holy Maiden family of my witchcraft, and now we have to pray together that Princess Jin will conceive as soon as possible, and when the time comes, it will be the blessing of my witchcraft clansmen to give birth to a baby girl."

"How can the high priest conclude that Princess Jin is the heir of the Holy Maiden."

The full moon in the sky, obscured by dark clouds, the bright moonlight was gradually swallowed clean, and the heavy moonlight once again shrouded the high priest sitting in the mahogany chair, and the open window blew in a gust of breeze, he looked ahead, "The whereabouts of Murong Mansion have always been under the control of our clan, Murong Qian is a successor, not a person in my clan, but Murong Qing'er is a saint, I was not sure before, but she can be safe and sound after taking the forbidden medicine, which confirms my speculation." ”

The servant came to pay respects, and Ling Ruizhi of Chenxi Lou asked to see him. Chenxi Tower does not belong to any country, but it has secret dealings with other three countries, they are the forces of the rivers and lakes, and there is a secret control of the Miao Jiang people behind them, the high priest is interested in Chenxi Tower, the unpopular, and even the caravan of the King of Jin, but he can't eat them all, it's really uncomfortable.

As the head of the clan elders, Ming Jiang is very clear about the grand ambitions of the high priest, but he never says much, because the high priest has always been a domineering character, not to mention the Dawn Tower, even if it is unpopular, they may not be able to take it, let alone talk about the caravan of the King of Jin, that is looking for death.

"Let him in." The high priest spoke, and the servant respectfully withdrew.

Ling Ruizhi was dressed in a black brocade cotton robe with a fanged mask, and Ming Jiang passed by him when he went out, and the two did not speak.

The dim light, the indoor windows are open, there is no charcoal fire, it looks cold and miserable, if it is not a person who practices martial arts, it is difficult to withstand the cold and cold: "Mr. Ling came late at night, what is the matter?" ”

The high priest's eyes were close to Ling Ruizhi, the two had never intersected, but neither of them was willing to regard each other as friends, and the straightforwardness was particularly prominent: "The high priest is clever, how can he not guess what he means here?" The princess of Jin and the king of war were infatuated with Gu poison at the same time, and the princess of Jin and the king of Jin had a deep love for husband and wife, and they were safe and sound. But the king of war suffered from the backlash, and he still hoped that the high priest would give him guidance. ”

The high priest was unhurried, he picked up the pipe, stuffed the tobacco leaves, lit the pipe through the dim candle flame, took two deep breaths, spit out thick smoke, and chuckled coldly: "Dawn Tower is the leader of the rivers and lakes, just the infatuation Gu poison can stump you, my old bones can't stand the toss, I think back then, if it wasn't for Miao Jiang's Gu poison stunt to win my witch technique, the saint would not have left Nansheng Country and traveled the world." ”

This period of the past is a secret in the Dawn Building, and it has been passed down from generation to generation of landlords, how can Ling Ruizhi not know that when the witchcraft of Nansheng Kingdom failed, the saint had to leave the world, just to find a higher skill and push the witchcraft back to the top, but this trip is a loss that the three generations of high priests have not been able to recover.

They suddenly appeared on the border of the Mexican country, didn't they find clues, the saint of the witch Gu art of the Nansheng country is here, others may not know what the saint means to the witch Gu art, but Ling Ruizhi knows it, that is the peak of the witch Gu art, he has been studying for so many years, doesn't he also want to break through the bottleneck and go further. An impulse of excitement is stimulated in the body, and it is about to break out of the ground, which is more tempting than saving the war king.

"Why don't we have an exchange?"

"Oh, Dawn Tower also has something that we are interested in witchcraft, the lottery you won back then, we are not rare, chips, after so many years, we have already perfected the shortcomings, and we are no longer afraid to fight with Miao Jiang again." The High Priest's small eyes narrowed, staring at Ling Ruizhi intently, as if mocking him for not being able to do anything.

The night is getting darker and darker, Ling Ruizhi's eyes look at the night sky, at this moment, the night sky is like his heart, and he can't find a little light in the dark: "The high priest came thousands of miles to find the saintess who was lost back then, if I can help you take the saintess away smoothly, do you think we need to cooperate." ”

The shore of the land is not the king's land.

Qing'er was wearing a gown with aqua blue pomegranate flowers entwined with branches, a cotton skirt with mint-colored peach thread, a falling horse bun, and a jade-white hosta, her face was ruddy, and her skin exuded a luster like beautiful jade.

Uncle Jinghuang's eyes were plain, but they were deep and far away, as if they contained endless waves, staring closely at the chess game in front of him, this girl, I haven't seen her for a few days, and she can actually think of such an ingenious chess game, for a chess fan like Uncle Jinghuang, it is a few days and nights that are not suitable for the eyes and will definitely win. Nature

Qing'er seems to regret a little, there are more chess games in her head, but Uncle Jinghuang likes it, and even remembers, Lai is not leaving in Mexico, so what should I do?

The envoy of Nan Shengguo had already brought the documents of his relatives, and the matter was left to Uncle Jing Huang to decide, ostensibly because he valued Uncle Jing Huang and respected him. In fact, this time, the woman who is set is destined to not live for a long time.

How did the little emperor of Nansheng grow up, Uncle Jing Huang should be of no harm to him, it is reasonable for him to guard against it, but it is so tight that people can't figure it out.

"Lord Wang, have you thought of a candidate for the peace between Nansheng and Mexico?"

The corners of Changying's mouth flashed with a smile, if it was someone else, Uncle Jing Huang would definitely be reprimanded with a nose and not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes, and now he was replaced by Princess Jin, and the prince's anger would not be born.

Uncle Jinghuang glanced at Changying, which made him shrink coldly: "Princess Jin is too worried, the two countries are harmonious, naturally they are fond of friendship, there is no princess in the country of Mexico, there are many noble girls in the family, and the person selected by the emperor must be good." ”

"Hmph, aren't we forgetful of the New Year? When did the prince learn the officialdom set, he was very tired of being false and wronged. ”

He had long been aware of the pampering and childishness around her, but he indulged in it, "Then according to the meaning of Princess Jin, how can I help this year." ”

Qing'er's playful smile was stained with the brightness of spring, which was particularly moving: "That's it, people are willing to marry their daughters, I don't care, but my sister Jin'er is simple and kind, and her mind is simple, I don't want her to get involved in the battle of the harem, I prefer Sister Jin'er to live carefree in the sun, and be indulged by those who feel sorry for her for a lifetime." ”

Uncle Jinghuang's eagle-like black eyes landed on these blue ink eyes, stubbornly as if he had returned to the past, and Murong Ling's pupils were as happy as only his figure.

Retracted his complicated thoughts and nodded slightly: "Princess Jin can bribe me with such a superb chess game, and I will accept this request." The joy of the two talking happily was cordial and distant against the backdrop of the sun.

Qing'er walked on the path when she came with a sigh of relief, and the matter that the old lady Murong was thinking about was finally solved, but fortunately, Uncle Jing Huang took care of it, and Jin'er didn't have to marry far away, even if the Queen Mother tried her best to promote this matter, but Nansheng failed to win the election, it was also fateless, and she couldn't stand the great disrespect of Murong Mansion's disobedience.

There is a lush bamboo forest in the Jin Palace, because in the backyard, not far from the dilapidated courtyard where Qing'er lived, they often collect some winter bamboo shoots to satisfy their hunger.

If you think about such a season, it should be spring shoots. She hurried towards the bamboo forest in her memory, Liuzhu following closely. She is really envious of Miss, King Jin is very careful, and the whole house is respectful, even Uncle Jinghuang, who is important in Nansheng Kingdom, is gentle to Miss, and she takes care of the elderly.

A white figure stood out in the green bamboo, "Mu Qing, is the war king better?" ”

Without waiting to look, Mu Qing had already plunged into her arms, and the traces of her back twitching undoubtedly told Qing'er that Mu Qing was crying, she slowly reached out her hands and gently hugged her, just silently comforting.

Liuzhu and Aster both retreated not far away, leaving enough space for the two masters.

After an hour of incense, Mu Qing finally raised his head, his eyes were already stained with water, and he was aggrieved and hesitant. Yingying fluctuated, Chu Chu pitiful: "Let you see and laugh." ”

Qing'er didn't care much about arranging her hair: "Is it because of the war king?" ”

"Well, when I woke up in the Northern Palace, I thought that this life was like this, in fact, I used to be quite resigned to my fate, when the emperor gave me to marry King Li, I treated their mother and son wholeheartedly for a hundred years, adhering to the female precept. As a result, my heart died, and when I woke up, I thought that I wanted to come back here and clean up all those who owed me, so that I could be reconciled. But yesterday, when I saw Brother Che's face lying on the sickbed, I suddenly didn't want anything, as long as he was alive and healthy. ”

Qing'er gently patted Mu Qing's back and softened her emotions: "If people know what they want and what they want, but they have the backbone, it is much better than the chaos and chaos in the past." ”

The sisters laughed for a while and left.

Qing'er walked alone in the night, quietly sparing the courtyard of the well where the bamboo shoots came out, dressed in dark clothes, solemn and gloomy, with long hair and flat shoulders, but it couldn't hide the sharpness of the edge when no one was around.

"The lady is more leaky in the middle of the night, leaving her husband behind, who is going to the night party?" King Jin's magnetic voice came from the side of his ear.

Qing'er turned around and smiled: "Which eye of yours saw me go out, isn't this waiting for you any longer?" I wouldn't have been able to fly without your help. ”

"It seems that there is some use for being a husband, let's say, where do you want to go?" King Jin took her into his arms and tapped her forehead as punishment.

"I mentioned several times that I wanted to visit the high priest of Nansheng Kingdom's witchcraft technique, but I was politely rejected by Uncle Jinghuang, but I don't give up, what should I do?"

This tone is really polite, light as water, thin as ice, light and brittle, Mo Zhuofeng weighed that he had to follow the girl's mind and said, he smiled lightly: "Then let's sneak away and take a look, okay." ”

Because he was going to peep at the high priest, the dark one was careful to be careful, and all the twelve secret guards were dispatched. Dark One and Dark Two sit on the frame one after the other. With a wave of the horsewhip, the car was driving familiarly, and the crisp sound of the carriage was particularly clear on the quiet road.

The city gate was closed, the sign of the Jin Wangfu was handed over, the dull sound of the gate opening did not fall, and the two horses galloped away neighing. The sound of the wheels of the carriage was drowned out, and Qing'er lifted the curtain and looked out: "Is the high priest's martial arts powerful?" We're going to sneak in late at night, and we're going to get caught. ”

King Jin's hearty laughter shook her ears a little uncomfortable, and she turned around and glanced at him: "People who practice witchcraft will set up an enchantment around the house, and if we accidentally touch it, we may be in trouble, so we must be extra careful when we go in." There are those in the dark guard who are proficient in this area, so there is no need for the lady to worry. ”