Chapter 279: This King Doesn't Believe in Ghosts and Gods

Touching his freshly trimmed nails, the pure fox shook his lips and smiled again.

"Don't worry, princess, this is not a poison that makes your intestines rot, it's just a medicine that makes you itch every month, but as long as the princess has a tight mouth, the concubine will consider giving her an antidote!"

Sure enough, Nalan Ruolin suddenly felt that she couldn't do it all over, and wanted to grab it with her hands.

She trembled with anger and shook at the pure fox.

"You..."

However, the pure fox shook her glance and led the finch away.

With Linglong's support, Nalan Ruolin stood up.

She was about to continue to make trouble, but was dragged by Linglong.

"Niangniang, now that you have been poisoned by this woman, don't provoke her."

Hearing this, Nalan Ruolin had no choice but to nod her head in agreement like a deflated ball.

After returning to the West Garden, the finch looked at the pure fox with a worried face.

"Niangniang, is the medicine you gave to the princess real? If you do this, if the queen mother knows, sure..."

Understanding her concern, Pure Fox shook his head and smiled slyly.

"Silly girl, I'm not stupid enough to that extent, what I just made was just a sour plum ball I made myself, I lied to her! Who made her uncomfortable all day long, and had nothing to do! If you don't treat her, she won't be honest. ”

Knowing that this was the case, the finch also laughed along.

"Mother is so bad! Didn't you see that the princess was so frightened that her face turned green? ”

However, after a short period of happiness, the pure fox shook his hand and quieted down.

She sat in front of the window and gently stroked the green plum in the pot in front of her.

This was given to him by Yu Chi Hanxuan, who told him that he liked plum blossoms, but he didn't expect him to let people travel thousands of miles to bring back this precious green plum from the Western Regions the next day.

I don't know how he's doing now!

...

On the edge of the Yinchuan River, Yu Chi Hanxuan was standing there with a tangled face.

Sure enough, as the governor said, the middle of the river was covered with black things like mountains, and the river could not flow downstream.

"Jinbao, take the king's bow and arrows..."

Hearing this, Jinbao quickly nodded.

Soon, Yu Chi Hanxuan raised his bow and arrow and shot at the black object.

But all the sharp arrows were broken into the river.

Throwing the bow and arrow into Jinbao's hand, Yu Chi Hanxuan couldn't help but feel depressed again.

What the hell is it? Why is it so hard?

At night, the black object gradually condensed, and finally turned into an old man dressed in black.

He stood in the middle of the river, smirking triumphantly.

"Yu Chi Hanxuan, you are a mortal, and you still want to go against me, the king of soft-shelled turtles who have cultivated for thousands of years, it is really ridiculous! If you know each other, let's go! Otherwise, don't blame me, you're welcome! ”

With that, he jumped into the water and turned into a black giant once again to block it.

It turned out that this guy was a turtle spirit who had been practicing in the Yinchuan River for thousands of years.

This place is located in the middle of the Yinchuan River, which can best absorb the essence of the sun and moon of the entire river and increase his cultivation.

That's why he turned into a black giant to block the way of the river.

The next day, before dawn, Yu Chi Hanxuan woke up.

Looking at the river that had not changed, he yelled at the soldiers behind him.

"Whatever it is! Now go and prepare hoes and shovels and tools, and remove them from the king. ”

The residents living on both sides of the Yinchuan River behind them heard this and hurriedly ran over in fright.