Qianyuan Palace.

Zhou Jinghong sat on the cold throne, supporting his cheeks with one hand, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, piercing cold.

He half-squinted, thinking back to what he had just heard.

Who is that Ji Xie?

The folding fan in his hand had such terrifying power!

Zhou Jinghong's face was tense, and his face was very ugly.

As a son of heaven, he has seen a lot of good things, and his eyesight has always been very good.

When he saw Ji Xie before, he found that Ji Xie's clothes were very unusual, they were magic clothes, and the folding fan in his hand was also a spiritual weapon.

It's just that at that time, although he saw that the folding fan in Ji Xie's hand was a spiritual weapon, he couldn't see its true grade, and he thought it was just a low-grade spiritual weapon.

Who knew it would be so extraordinary!

Ji Xie is just a spiritual master cultivator, and he can easily get rid of dozens of assassins with the folding fan in his hand!

With such terrifying power, that folding fan is likely to be a medium-grade spiritual weapon!

Medium-grade spiritual weapon!

Zhou Jinghong's heart was hot.

Medium-grade spiritual weapons, even if it is him, there are not many in his hands.

But that Ji Xie is just a famous spirit master, so he can have a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and he can hold it in his hand casually, as if it was just an ordinary folding fan.

It's really ...... to be so arrogant Can't help but be jealous.

This Ji Xie really deserves to be the disciple of Xuanming Tong's grandmother.

His identity must be very extraordinary!

If he can recruit them and use them for his use, why should he worry about not succeeding in his great cause?

Zhou Jinghong didn't know what to think, and his face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, making a crisp "knock knock" sound.

The sound was not loud, but the hall was so quiet that it was very obvious.

One after another, it seemed to knock on people's hearts.

The palace people stood respectfully in the inconspicuous corner, silently, as if they did not exist.

But the knock made their faces gradually turn pale, and their hearts were flustered.

Until—

Zhou Jinghong's henchman Liu Ying walked in quickly, and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, Prince An has invited Pharmacist Lin into the palace, and Pharmacist Lin asked for a lot of medicinal materials, saying that he wanted to refine the medicine himself and detoxify the concubine." ”

After that, he took out a list of medicinal materials and unfolded it, held it in both hands, and respectfully handed it to Zhou Jinghong.

"Oh?" Zhou Jinghong glanced at it casually, and saw that there were a lot of precious medicinal materials listed above, and he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth mockingly, "Can Pharmacist Lin say that he is sure?"

Liu Ying bent the corners of her mouth slightly: "Pharmacist Lin said that it was a little tricky, but he could solve it." ”

"I know. When Zhou Jinghong heard this, why didn't he understand what Lin Haotian meant? This person obviously took the opportunity to elevate himself.

However, Lin Haotian was able to detoxify, but it also took care of his mind and saved him a lot of trouble.

He asked again, "How long has he been refining medicine?"

Liu Ying seemed to be prepared: "It's only been half an hour, I'm afraid I have to wait." ”

Zhou Jinghong was prepared, got up and walked out: "It's okay, I'll go to Xuanyi Palace now and wait with the concubine." ”

......

Xuanyi Palace.

Lin Haotian never came out after entering, and Zhao Lingxuan, Zhou Ruian, and Zhou Qingping were all waiting anxiously.

Zhao Lingxuan was the most anxious, and she couldn't tell whether it was the psychological effect or something else, but she felt that since Lin Haotian came, her face had become more and more uncomfortable.

The hard scabs on the face seem to be getting more and more numerous, and the skin is getting more and more itchy.