(xxxii) Poisoning

On this day, Fang Rou was dressed in a pale cyan flowing fairy skirt, and she was wearing a cloak with blue water to find Ling Wuxin. At this time, Fang Shuyi had just been buried, and she could only wear some light-colored dresses.

In the courtyard of the first village in the world, although Fang Rou is the daughter of the owner, the east and west courtyards are not something she can enter casually if she wants to, and she can't trespass without the owner's consent.

At this time, Fang Rou was waiting for his subordinates to go in, and he could only enter the East Courtyard with Ling Wuxin's permission.

She is the only daughter in the village, and she can be regarded as the lady of the sky, since she and Lu, many people in the rivers and lakes have come to ask for marriage, but she is in love with Ling Wuxin.

Over the years, as long as Ling Wuxin is in the village, she can always find an excuse to meet, I thought that what she said was clear enough, but so far I haven't seen him have the intention of asking for marriage, and her attitude towards her is also near and far, hot and cold, which is elusive. Besides, how can she let a girl speak first.

Ling Wuxin heard the report that Fang Rou was waiting at the door, although he was reluctant, he still had to deal with it, so he personally went to the door to greet him.

"I haven't seen my brother for many days, since my aunt died, Rou'er has been depressed in my heart, and it's good for my brother to accompany Rou'er." Fang Rou's white skin floated with two red rhymes, and her voice was tactful, how could such a beautiful woman not be fascinating.

happened to meet Ling Wuxin, who was heartless and ruthless to her: "Rou'er doesn't need to see outside, and she has no intention of accompanying her at any time." Ling Wuxin adhered to the courtesy of a gentleman and always kept a distance of half a zhang from Fang Rou.

The two walked slowly on the road of the east courtyard.

The east courtyard is not as atmospheric as the north courtyard, nor is it more luxurious than the west courtyard, but it is winding and quiet, plain and elegant. This east courtyard is the residence of Ling Ji and Ling Wuxin's father and son, but Ling Ji is free and easy, and he prefers to travel around the rivers and lakes in his day, and rarely stays in the village, so this east courtyard is repaired according to Ling Wuxin's preferences.

"The autumn of red leaves and yellow flowers is late, and the Zhuangzi of Nuoda is still the most elegant courtyard of the few heartless brothers." Fang Rou's gaze was not looking at this garden, but at Ling Wuxin with burning eyes.

Ling Wuxin was dressed in an ink-colored gold-patterned robe, holding a bamboo fracture fan in his hand, he was originally arbitrary, and he was even more free and easy at this time: "It's good if Sister Rou'er likes it." "When I was alone with Fang Rou, there was always a faint detachment in my words.

Ling Wuxin walked with Fang Rou, although it was not the first time for Fang Rou to come to the East Courtyard, she still couldn't help but praise its elegance.

It's just that in the late autumn, it can't help but feel a little desolate, Fang Rou sighed quietly: "Since the death of my mother, my aunt has always taken care of me, don't look at my aunt's weak appearance, but her heart is very strong, I always heard my father say that my aunt was like this when she was young, even if she was wronged, or her grandfather and grandmother blamed her, she never showed a little sadness in front of others, so my father loved my aunt more since I was a child." is also Rou'er is not sensible, and she was jealous with her aunt when she was a child, but now, she is also separated by yin and yang. ”

Speaking of this, Fang Rou burst into tears, her delicate and pitiful appearance was a little more than when she faced Mo Qingshallow that day.

"My sister mourns, over the years, the third uncle has also been very good to her aunt, and she has no regrets when she thinks about it."

Fang Rou was holding a handkerchief in her hand, and wanted to raise her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, but suddenly her feet were unstable and she fell forward. Ling Wuxin instinctively reacted and reached out to help, who expected Fang Rou to take advantage of his unpreparedness, and when she turned around, she waved lightly at Ling Wuxin's nose, sprinkling a little powdery thing, its taste was sweet, the two stood very close, the powdery thing was inhaled, and soon, Ling Wuxin knew what the powder she spilled.

He helped Fang Rou up, kept his distance from Fang Rou in accordance with the gentleman's behavior, shook his head and sighed lightly: "Why is my sister doing this." ”

"What is Brother Wuxin saying, Rou'er doesn't understand." The powder on the handkerchief was extremely effective, Fang Rou's cheeks were already crimson, and her whole body was hot, but she pretended to have an incredible face, "This ...... What is this veil...... Leave the girl's ...... for me She's going to hurt me......"

Ling Wuxin used his internal strength to point Fang Rou's acupoint in the air, making her fall asleep, picking up the handkerchief that fell from Fang Rou's hand, since she took out the handkerchief, he saw a few worns on the edge, recognized that it was the handkerchief he had given to Limo, and called out to He Xi, who had been in the dark, after taking it into his arms: "I'll find a way to detoxify." ”

I saw a man in a dark color suit, who was also handsome and handsome, holding a three-foot Qingshuang sword in his arms, walked out of the shadows, and sent the young Gu Jihuan back to the pavilion with the silver-faced He An, who was staying by Ling Wuxin's side at this time, was one of the silver faces in the pavilion, and he was also the most handsome one among the silver faces.

"You don't want the detoxification person sent to the door, what else are you looking for."

"It's me who can't bear it, why don't you solve her poison?" Ling Wuxin raised his eyebrows and looked at He Xi, He Xi didn't answer, only took two steps back in the opposite direction of Fang Rou, and never looked at her.

"I'm here to keep watching, if you can't detoxify when you come back, I'll have to throw her out." This He Xi is handsome, but his temperament is not as kind as He An, especially for women, and he has no pity for jade.

"You're different, it's incomprehensible." Ling Wuxin used his internal force to force the toxins in his body, and he didn't care about talking to He Xi anymore, and walked quickly towards the shallow room in the inner courtyard.

Mo Qingqian heard that Fang Rou came to find Ling Wuxin today, and was afraid of seeing the two of them falling in love with each other, so he went out of the east courtyard for a walk, and when he returned to the room, he saw a disheveled man lying on his bed.

"You're really haunted."

"There are beauties, they will never forget when they see them, they will not see them for a moment, and they will be crazy when they think about them." Ling Wuxin made sultry gestures as he spoke, but unfortunately Mo Qingqian only stood at the door from afar and watched with his arms folded, indifferent.

"You're not afraid that your Rou'er sister will be sad like this?" Mo Qingqian still looked indifferent, but it sounded different from usual in his voice.

"Mo'er is jealous."

"Don't call me that!" Mo Qingqian's face suddenly changed, and his mood fluctuated so much that Ling Wuxin was a little surprised.

Mo'er, Mo'er, only her father would call her like this, for ten years, when she heard this Mo'er again, Mo Qingqian's sudden irrepressible sadness came from within, and Ling Wuxin even saw a trace of crystal in her eyes.

Mo lightly avoided Ling Wuxin's direct gaze, walked to the table and sat down, silently picked up the white porcelain kettle and poured tea: "If you have nothing to do, please leave the son." The voice was detached and cold.

Ling Wuxin covered his chest, so he made a painful gesture and showed weakness to her: "I am poisoned, for the sake of my deep affection for you, if you are willing to come to the rescue, this son will repay him with a personal promise." Mo Qingqian only thought he was talking nonsense, ignoring his existence, and eating tea by himself.

Ling Wuxin's kung fu cultivation was also superb, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead: "Mo'er." The seductive voice finally annoyed her.

Mo Qingqian threw the teacup in his hand towards Ling Wuxin with internal force, and at the same time leaned over towards Ling Wuxin.

Ling Wuxin felt Mo Qingqian's anger, and he didn't dare to be careless, he urged the internal force to dissolve the force of the flying cup with one hand and took it down smoothly, avoiding her attack, and turned over and pressed Mo Qingqian under him between ups and downs, and Mo Qingqian didn't know when the silver needle he took out unceremoniously hit Ling Wuxin's neck. Ling Wuxin ignored it, deliberately left Mo Qingqian's lip prints, and raised his head to drink the rest of the tea she had drunk.

Mo Qingqian's brows frowned slightly, and he was about to open his mouth but saw Ling Wuxin's face with a suppressed expression of pain, his breathing was heavy and panting, and the corners of his mouth were oozing a dazzling crimson. Mo Qingqian was very close to his body, only then did he find that the temperature of his body was abnormally hot, and he had long lost the anger just now, and hurriedly put his hand on Ling Wuxin's wrist to cut the pulse......