Chu Shuolan thought about it for the past few days, and it was true that he had not slept very well.

He's not in a good mood these days, and he doesn't know why, but he always feels like something is going to happen.

This feeling was very strong, and it actually put him in a state of indescribable emotion.

Seeing that he was silent, Qi Shu stopped asking loudly, he took the empty bowl in his hand and turned to leave.

Before leaving, he sighed, he had indeed encountered a headache recently.

It was about Chu Shuolan's poison that invaded his internal organs, and he wanted to concoct a medicine to restrain the poison in his body, but he also lacked a particularly rare medicine.

Rattan mustard seeds, a rare medicinal herb known to many healers.

This herb is extremely powerful, which can not only make poison, but also detoxify.

Qi Shu heard that there was a Linghe Mountain outside Youzhou City, and he decided to go there to find out, this season is the ripening period of rattan mustard seeds.

Chu Shuolan, who was leaning on the bed, raised his eyes to look at Qi Shu's departing back, and the gentle gaze in his eyes gradually turned cold.

……

The capital, the Imperial Palace.

Today's imperial study is particularly solemn, guarded by heavy guards outside, prohibiting any idle people from approaching, even the palace concubines are not allowed to approach at will.

The atmosphere in the imperial study room was even more tense, and there was a suffocating aura spreading in the huge hall.

A middle-aged man standing in front of the imperial case, the other party was wearing a dragon robe embroidered with nine golden dragons, and then looking at his face, he looked handsome and majestic.

This is the emperor of the Northern Yan Kingdom, Chu Yuheng.

He held the rough letter paper in his hand, looked at the handwriting on it, pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were gloomy, as sharp as a sword with a slaughtering handle, giving people a sense of oppression from all sides.

And a woman in palace clothes kneeling in the imperial study was trembling all over her body at the moment, trembling like a sieve.

Around the palace, there were dozens of black-clad men in dark clothes, and these people were guarding the perimeter of the imperial study.

Emperor Beiyan finally took his eyes away from the letter paper in his hand, he raised his eyes and stared at the palace maid kneeling below, "Who asked you to send this letter?" ”

The palace maid kneeling down is the righteous daughter that Mama Li accepted in this palace, named Shulan.

Hearing the majestic voice of the emperor, Shulan not only trembled, but even her voice trembled.

"Back to Your Majesty, this is the lady in charge of the imperial concubine's palace, and Mama Li asked the slave to send it."

As the words fell, Shulan's hands fell to the ground and made a big salute to the emperor above.

Chu Yuheng's eyes flashed with surprise for a moment, and then his eyes stared at Shulan with heavy eyes, "Do you know the content of this letter?" ”

Shulan knelt on the ground, already shaking.

She closed her eyes tightly, recalling what Mama Li entrusted to her before she died, and the last instruction, if the emperor finds her, let her tell the truth, don't hide anything, maybe she will save her life.

Shulan slowly opened her eyes, she lowered her eyes and bowed her body, although her voice was still trembling, but her words were clear: "Back to Your Majesty, the slave maid is Mama Li's righteous daughter, find the slave maid before the other party dies, and pay the trust to the slave maid."

Because the content of the letter is very important, Mama Li asked the slave to memorize the content of the letter word by word, and destroy the letter if she encounters a critical moment.

also asked the slave maid to meet Long Yan face-to-face and dictate the content of the letter to His Majesty, Mama Li told me not to let anyone know the content of the letter, so that the slave and maid knew the content of the letter clearly. ”

After saying that, she continued to kneel on the ground, waiting for the fate of life and death unknown.