Because he was worried that the assassins were still nearby and did not all leave, Yin Junbai insisted on letting Yan Liwu hide in the underground palace temporarily, fortunately, Qinglian Palace stored a lot of dry food materials on weekdays, but he was not hungry, but Yan Liwu felt more and more weak and unable to use his strength, and occasionally he was extremely painful.

"It's ghost incense poison, I thought the prince was lucky to escape." After asking Qingyan about the symptoms of leaving the worries, Yin Jun's white face 'revealed' the 'color' of despair, and his regret was difficult to hide, "Those people took all the poisonous 'medicines' collected by the prince and killed the 'medicine' master, and now I'm afraid that no one can cure this poison." I knew that I should have protected the 'pharmacist' to ......."

When Yin Junbai said this, he suddenly remembered that the assassin had said that night that the Qinglian King and his stand-in had taken poisoned 'medicine'. It is not clear what the ghost incense poison is, but she knows that the source of the poison 'medicine' in this era is nothing more than three kinds of insects, stones, and grasses.

With his mind already decided, Yan asked tentatively, "Do you know the recipe for the ghost incense poison?" Since there is a 'pharmacist', then there must be a 'medicine' garden, and with the formula and 'medicine' herbs in hand, I will find a way to detoxify. ”

"The prince is also 'refined' in the art of 'medicine'?" Yin Junbai was suspicious, but he still replied honestly, "The formula of the 'pharmacist' master is in his room, and he should be able to find it, but I don't know if the 'medicine' garden has been ruined." That's good, I'll go get the recipe for the prince to see, and the prince told me what 'medicine' herbs I need, and I'll go to the 'medicine' garden to pick them. ”

"Why bother so much, I'll go with you, anyway, I haven't found any outsiders in the past two days, and they all think I'm dead and too lazy to come back."

Yin Junbai didn't understand the grass 'medicine' at all, although he was worried that it would be dangerous for Yan to go out, and after thinking about it again, if he picked the wrong 'medicine', the consequences would be more serious, so he could only nod his head and agree.

After Yin Junbai carefully probed around, Yan Liwu was finally able to leave the underground palace and see the light of day again, the long-lost sunshine made her miss it even more, and the Qinglian Palace in front of her made her even more amazed - this palace built on the mountain can be said to be a ghostly workmanship, not only does not lose the beauty of the mountains and rivers but also has the skillful craftsman's 'fine' carving, which is enough to prove that the Qinglian King is a 'woman' with a lot of discerning taste, and the emperor's favor for her can also be seen.

Favored by the emperor but not a concubine, with a loyal servant like Yin Junbai and an enemy who wants to put him to death in every possible way, what kind of existence is King Qinglian? Yan Liwu was curious, but the pain that came more and more frequently made her unable to concentrate on her thoughts, so she had to speed up her pace and follow Yin Junbai to the 'medicine' garden.

The familiar 'medicine' fragrance is fragrant, and the garden full of 'flowers' and grasses is more refreshing, and the 'medicine' garden that was saved from looting in the slaughter has become a life-saving 'medicine' herb that is free from worry, not only to find the antidote to the ghost incense poison 'medicine' to make materials, but also to find back the feeling of freedom that grew up with the 'medicine' herb in childhood.

"The prince seems to be different from before, or maybe I didn't pay attention to it before, and I didn't expect the prince to be so 'fine' and 'medicine'. I thought that the prince had forgotten everything because of his injury, but fortunately it was only a part. "When he returned to the hall to boil 'medicine', Yin Junbai sighed.

"It's different, you haven't noticed it." Yan Li Shun raised his sideburns and broken hair, and did not raise his head and responded lightly, "In the future, there will be no Qinglian King in this world, and tomorrow when we go down the mountain, we will go our separate ways, and nothing happened during this time." ”

Yin Junbai 'revealed' a disappointed expression, and silently looked at Yan Liwu without saying a word.

Letting a loyal servant lose his master is a cruel thing from a certain point of view, but Yan Liwu has no choice, she doesn't want to get along with a strange man all the time, and she doesn't want anyone to recognize her as a 'female' prince who should have died through Yin Junbai.

If you want to start anew, you have to give up everything, whether it is wealth or power. She is not uncommon in brocade clothes and 'jade' food, she just wants to live peacefully, find a safe haven, have a warm family, and spend this life freely.

Such a simple prayer is very easy to achieve, but it is a pity that God refuses to give Yan Liwu this opportunity, and when she looks forward to the future with a chuckle, the unknown "chaos" and "chaos" are approaching step by step.

It's night again, Yan Liwu said that he didn't want to return to the 'yin' dark and cold underground palace, Yin Junbai saw that he hadn't found outsiders in the past few days, so he relaxed his vigilance, and took Yan Liwu to the luxurious dormitory where she should have lived to rest.

The toxins in the body were subsiding, the soft 'bed' and the warm brocade were making Yan Li feel sleepy, and when he took off his coat and was about to rest, he suddenly heard a hurried knock on the 'door'.

"Lord Wang! Rajah! Come with me, go back to the dungeon, someone has gone up the mountain! Yin Junbai shouted anxiously through the 'door' of the room.

Yan Li hurriedly dressed and opened the 'door', with a hint of complaint in her panic - who was so annoying that she had to break into Qinglian Palace while she was enjoying a rare sleep? Tomorrow she will leave here and go down the mountain to seek a new life, is this one day away? I don't know if she was unlucky, or if the name Qinglian King itself has an inseparable relationship with the word retribution.

Because he was in too much of a hurry, he didn't even have time to tie up his hair, and his clothes were put on casually, which was quite lazy under the candlelight. When the 'door' opened, Yin Junbai didn't expect Yan Liwu to appear in this image, and he was stunned by the sight of him, dumbfounded, and even forgot the most basic politeness.

After getting along for a few days, Yan Liwu vaguely felt that Yin Junbai had some kind of attachment to the "Qinglian King", and he always felt uncomfortable staring at him at this time, so he couldn't help frowning, and was about to slap it to block his sight, when he suddenly stopped.

"Lord Wang?" Yin Junbai, who came back to his senses, realized his gaffe, blushed slightly and was about to apologize, but he looked behind him with surprise and panic in his eyes when he saw Yan Li.

Someone is behind you!

didn't have time to react, Yin Junbai almost subconsciously blocked in front of Yan Liwu, but after waiting for a while, the expected attack did not come.

"I see, I wonder why I can't find you anywhere, I didn't expect that there is a treasure hidden in the golden house here, and what is hidden is an amazing character." A taunt without temperature sounded faintly, and when he heard this voice, Yin Junbai's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he couldn't stop trembling violently by holding his slender palm.

Is it Yin Junbai who is panicking? The same is true of words and sorrows. In the moment of face-to-face with the unexpected "guest", the bloody killing of that night resurfaced in Yan Li's mind.

The person who suddenly appeared was the man who held the sword that day and said that he would kill her with his own hands no matter how many times he was resurrected.

Hmmm-

The sword light, which was more cold and ruthless than the moon's 'color', shone brightly, and crossed Yin Junbai's shoulder and went straight to the 'chest' of Yan Li's worries. The desire to survive made Yan Liwu react quickly, turned around and took half a step back to try to stay away from danger, but her movements were always not as fast as the sword light, and there was only a 'flower' in front of her, and her shoulders and back were already cold.

The torn clothes fell to the ground, and the entire ice muscle 'jade' bone on Yan Li's back was 'exposed' under the dim candlelight, white and clean.

The thin 'lips' curled slightly, outlining the cold smile of the strange man: "It seems that the information is wrong, it was just an innocent soul who was stabbed by me that day, you are the real Qinglian King, right?" ”