Xiao Huai wanted to speak, but looking at Yan Wuge, who was rarely interested, he didn't know what to say.

He knew his friend's temperament all too well.

After coming out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain and personally cutting off more than 100 lives in Hengwangfu, no one was more ruthless than him.

He agreed to Shen Junjiu because she made him so interested, which didn't mean that he would help her.

Once one day Shen Junjiu disappointed him, he felt that this interest was gone.

He would probably not hesitate to watch her die, as if he had never saved such a person today.

Xiao Huai was not an enthusiastic person.

Even if there is a slight difference to Shen Junjiu, in the final analysis, how can a cold-hearted person care about the life and death of others.

Xiao Huai didn't try to persuade Yan Wuge anymore, as if the trace of his special treatment of Shen Junjiu had never existed.

His eyebrows also turned cold.

"If you've decided, let it be you."

In a blink of an eye, there was gloom:

"What about Concubine Qin?"

"You've been drinking Cold Mist Tea for more than half a year, and you're afraid that you've already been poisoned by the Centenarian Lotus, do you think you have the symptoms that Shen San said before?"

Yan Wuge played with the teacup with his fingers, sniffing the fragrance inside.

Obviously, the tea is clear, but the fragrance of tea is overflowing.

When he smelled the fragrance of pine and cypress, he only felt that his brain was extraordinarily clear, and the pain in his brain that he usually had disappeared.

His throat rolled slightly, and a voice in his heart kept urging him to drink the tea, and the greed was a little uncontrollable even for himself.

Yan Wuge remembered that in the past few months, he had found that the Cold Mist Tea could suppress the "old troubles" in his body, and even make him clear his mind.

He asked Tingbai to keep it ready and drink it all the time.

From the original weak tea to today's strong tea, it almost never leaves your hand.

Yan Wuge put down the teacup and said coldly: "This cold mist tea, I have become addicted. ”

Xiao Huai suddenly couldn't hold back the warm color on his face, his peach blossom eyes were full of haze, and he kicked over the teapot with one kick.

The teapot slammed into the edge of the carriage and rolled out of the curtain.

"Master."

Tingbai was startled and wanted to enter.

"Nothing."

After Yan Wuge stopped listening to Bai, he raised his foot to avoid the tea on the ground: "Why are you so angry?" If you become addicted, you will quit. ”

Xiao Huai's face was stained with frost, and he couldn't wait to wake Yan Wuge awake.

"It's easy for you to say, what is that golden stone medicine, it's five stone scatter, it costs people's lives!"

"At the beginning, Yan Cheng took Wushi San, and the palace asked people to tie him up in the house, and more than ten people kept watch day and night without quitting, and finally he was addicted to it and broke his head and died in the room."

"If that thing is really so good to quit, how can it become a banned drug?!"

Xiao Huai's peach blossom eyes were full of killing intent:

"Concubine Qin, that old woman, you put up with her and the Qin family everywhere when you thought about the things of the past, but she still hurt you like this."

Yan Wuge, as a poisoned person, was much calmer than Xiao Huai: "She doesn't have that much ability to get these things." ”

Xiao Huai was angry: "You mean? ”

"She was trapped in the palace by His Majesty, although she is the same as the Queen Mother, and everyone in the palace respects her, but in the end she is just a concubine."

Yan Wuge's fingers flicked his sleeves:

"Centenarians are produced in the south, even we have never heard of this thing, and Imperial Physician Chen did not notice the toxicity when he asked for Ping'an Pulse, which is enough to see that this thing is not an ordinary poison."

"How would she, a woman in the deep palace, know."