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Shangguan Jiyue's heart was shocked when she heard this: "You said that this poppy flower is related to the Gu of Silkworm Smoke?" ”

"It's all about it! It can be said that the poppy flower has achieved the Gu of silkworm smoke, and without this flower, there would be no silkworm smoke. "But I don't know the details, and there are no details in the book." ”

Shangguan Jiyue bowed her head and was silent.

If the poison of the poppy is closely related to the smoke of silkworms, then does it not mean that it is inseparable from the purity of the wind? And Qiu Mingfei also said that the person who poisoned the emperor was proficient in medical skills, and he was very accurate in using the amount of poison, and Jia Xingbai, another identity of Feng Jingzhi, was a doctor with superb medical skills.

A bold idea suddenly jumped into Shangguan Jiyue's mind: Could it be that the emperor's poisoning is related to Feng Jingzhi?!

Shangguan Jiyue didn't speak, and Shen Peifeng was also silent, looking at her carefully.

I haven't seen her for many days, but the beauty is the same. His heart was suddenly sour and bitter, and there was a faint ache. He was only an arm's length away from her, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, her face was within reach. He raised his arm slightly, and then quietly lowered it......

At this time, Qiu Mingfei was wholeheartedly performing needles for Lu Weihe to alleviate his pain, completely ignoring the situation on their side.

"I want to know ......" Shangguan Jiyue raised her head suddenly, and saw the deep affection in Shen Feifeng's eyes, she was slightly stunned, then quickly looked away and looked at Lu Weihe, who was covered in cold sweat and had a pale face, "I want to know how General Lu became what he is now." ”

Shen Peifeng smiled bitterly, ignoring the sluggish pain in his heart, quickly fading the inadvertent and uncontrollable emotions in his eyes, and also looked at Lu Weihe, and said slowly: "After the second grandfather's Gu poison was completely removed, I gave an order not to let him take half a step out of Wucheng. However, he mixed the poison of opium poppies into Uncle Lu's soothing incense, and slowly made Uncle Lu addicted, so as to control Uncle Lu and give him a chance. ”

"So, you said in your letter that he might have come to Beicang?"

"The second grandfather did not hesitate to disperse his skills to get rid of the Gu poison, in order to come to Beicang to retrieve the bones of his beloved woman. A few days ago, I heard that the emperor was sick suddenly, so I was even more sure of this idea, so I rushed back to Jian'an overnight. Ah Yu, you know, for the sake of Princess Pingluo, he can do anything. It is very likely that if you are not careful, the world that has finally settled down will be in chaos again, and there will be a Feng family in Wucheng, and you will become a sinner in the world when the time comes, and it is difficult to escape the blame. So, I had to stop him, bring him back, and keep things as small as I could manage. Ah Yu, can you understand my good intentions? ”

Shen Peifeng said sincerely, his eyes were full of Chicheng, and Shangguan Jiyue nodded: "Understood." After a pause, "But now, even if you come to Jian'an, even if you know where he is, I'm afraid you won't be able to take him away." ”

"Ah Yu, what do you mean ......"

She looked up at him and said word by word: "The most likely place for him to be now is the Prince's Mansion." ”

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Shen Peifeng and Lu Weihe went back to the Shen Mansion after having lunch in the General's Mansion, and Yun'er returned to the Mansion with them. Shangguan Jiyue meant that although Lu Weihe's drug addiction was not treated with too good drugs, he could only rely on his own willpower to resist. But the pain at the time of the attack is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Yun'er's medical skills have been fully inherited by Qiu Ming, and she will definitely be able to help Lu Weihe at a critical time and help him resist the most difficult moment in the past. At the same time, Shangguan Jiyue also has her own plans, and now that the situation in Jian'an City is obscure, she doesn't have to worry about Yun'er's safety if she lets Yun'er return to Shen Mansion when Shen Peifeng is old.

Shen Peifeng is the leading young master of the Shen Mansion in Jian'an City in the Ming Dynasty, and the lord of the city in Wucheng in the dark, not to mention the famous general Mo Yi who became famous as a young man. Even if the situation in Jian'an City is critical one day, the Shen Mansion is not something that anyone can easily move. In addition, the relationship between Yun'er and Mo Yi has always been very good, and it is better for him to go to the Shen Mansion than for him to be alone in the general's mansion and bury his head in the silent study of medical books.

is obviously such a young child, still at the age of a naughty child, but always looks like an old-fashioned little adult, her heart is soft and painful. Yun'er is her dearest relative, and her only weakness. She has the determination and courage to share weal and death with Huangfu Chen, but she just wants Yun'er to live well and live happily.

The afternoon sun was bright and warm, and she stood in front of the mansion, looking at the carriage that was moving away, but she only felt a sour feeling in the corners of her eyes.

Shen Peifeng sat in the carriage that was swaying forward, looking at the plain-clothed woman standing in front of the mansion through the gap in the curtain, until he couldn't see it, he slowly lowered the curtain in his hand, leaned on the carriage, and was silent.

It's hard to love someone, and it's even harder to forget someone. For the rest of his life, this unbelievable but unforgettable love, this love that he had tried his best but could not do anything, even if he exhausted all his remaining years, he may not be able to truly let go......

The night was cold and the stars were silent.

Chenwang's Mansion.

Before Shangguan Jiyue entered the courtyard, she faintly heard the sound of breaking wind coming over the wall. She was stunned for a moment, paused, stood in place and closed her eyes, listened carefully for a moment before slowly opening her eyes and walking in.

Under the cold moonlight, Huang Fuchen was hunting in an ink-colored robe, and his footsteps moved slightly, and the three-foot long sword in his hand was already as sword as frost and as powerful as a rainbow.

His face was silent, and his brow was grim. Every move and every style has its own power, sometimes as fast as a sudden wind, sometimes as thunderous as thunder, unstoppable.

At this time, he seemed to have come to the world as a killing god, and he was in the place where the yellow sand was flying. His body was extremely fast, and the three-foot long sword swung vertically and horizontally in his hand, transforming into a white light and shadow, covering the sky in an instant. Where the sword blade is pointed, where the sword qi goes, everything is hidden.

He was born heroic and upright, handsome and extraordinary, and such a set of powerful swordsmanship danced by him was even more domineering, which made people's hearts surging and vibrating.

Shangguan Jiyue, who was originally quietly watching under the corridor, only felt that the pride in his chest was suddenly born, and as soon as his heart moved, he raised his hand and folded a willow branch, injected internal force into it, and lightly touched his toes, like a dragon going out to sea, and entangled Huang Fuchen's three-foot long sword.

In the dark of night, in the moonlight. The two peerless figures either chase after me, or go hand in hand, stirring up fallen leaves, like flowers.

After a long time, the two of them stopped the offensive together, looked at each other, and each smiled.

Speaking of which, this is the second time Shangguan Jiyue has seen him dance a sword. I still remember that the first time I saw him dancing a sword was in the Huaiyang City military camp. That night was also the moon. At that time, she was as calm as her, and she was a little stupid. I only felt that the bright moonlight had lost its color in front of him, and everything in heaven and earth turned into a foil, only he was surrounded by silver radiance, handsome and vigorous like a god, so that she couldn't take her eyes off.

Could it be that since that time, she has been unconsciously moved? Now that I think about it, I'm actually in a bit of a trance.

Shangguan Jiyue thought of this, her whole heart turned into a soft ball, and she couldn't help but smile again. He's such a good man......

With him in this life, enough.

Huang Fuchen put his long sword into the sheath, and when he looked up, he saw a few steps away, the little woman who was heroic and fierce, and could dance a willow branch to sweep away thousands of troops, was smiling and delicate like a flower. She looked at him so emotionally, her eyes were clear, and there was undisguised tenderness in them. Her expression was too gentle, and even the cold moonlight seemed to be stained with a wisp of warmth because of her.

His mind moved slightly, he put down his sword and walked over, stretching out his arms to take her into his arms.

She leaned softly and obediently on his chest, wrapped her hands around his tight and thin waist, sniffed the unique smell of grass on his body, and listened to his strong and powerful heartbeat.