"Yes, Princess." Bowing slightly, Xiaolan put the tray on the coffee table, unfortunately, a breeze blew, rolled up the corner of the sleeve robe, and the pieces of clothes on her body seemed to be in her eyes, and the little maid hurriedly raised her hand to rub it.

Bang -

With the pink sleeves, a small and delicate purple clay pot fell to the ground.

Mu Chujin stopped his movements and plucked out his ears helplessly.

Alas......

It's hard to be quiet for a while in the early morning!

Xiaolan heard a sigh from her princess, and instantly panicked, and hurriedly leaned over to pick up the pieces on the ground, her hands trembling constantly.

I saw that the body of the purple clay pot was cracked, revealing a small bamboo with clay, and the fine clay slag was very sharp, Xiaolan raised her hand to stroke it, wanting to pinch it little by little. But-

But he inadvertently cut his finger, leaving a deep bloody wound.

Xiaolan let out a small moan, her eyebrows furrowed in pain.

"What's wrong?" Mu Chujin walked over and asked worriedly. When he saw Xiaolan's bleeding fingers, rhinestone's eyes were startled.

Tick -

Dark red blood dripped on the floor, crisp and loud.

Xiaolan twisted her eyebrows and covered her fingers, her thin body couldn't stop trembling, her lips were blue in a flash, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from her pale cheeks.

"Xiaolan, what's wrong with you!" With a glaring of watery eyes, Mu Chujin hurriedly grabbed her hand, and her voice became hoarse. His eyes were red as if he had been stained by the fingers that kept bleeding.

"Princess-in-law...... Slaves...... It seems to be poisoned......" Xiaolan lay weakly on her side in Mu Chujian's arms, her expression was painful, a mouthful of black blood vomited from her bruised lips, and a rich bloody aura spread in the air.

"Xiaolan! Xiaolan! Looking at Xiaolan, who was gradually falling asleep, the girl kept shaking her thin body, her rhinestone eyes stared blankly, revealing helpless panic, and her slender nails seemed to be embedded in her thin body.

"Princess, what's going on!" When someone stepped into the room, his warm eyes froze, and his handsome sword eyebrows wrinkled.

Seeing the gentle man in white, Mu Chujin said in a panic: "Xiaolan seems to be poisoned!" Rong Xue, go and call the doctor! A delicate voice, but with a hint of poignant.

Xiaolan, an insignificant little maid in the princess's mansion, but unconsciously walked into Mu Chujin's heart, for her from the 21st century, there is no class distinction in her eyes, besides, for an orphan, this feeling of fear of loss is always so painful.

She is an extremely insecure person.

On the crooked corridor, the girl stood still.

The plain yarn wide sleeves danced in the wind, and the whole body seemed to be in a cold.

The rhinestone-like eyes stared at the rows of vermilion columns, and their eyes became fierce.

Someone is trying to harm me?

Hum!

The girl's charming smile, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

"Princess, the doctor is waiting in the hall." Feng Rongxue was dressed in a white robe, her shallow lips were always pursed, and there was no joy or sorrow in her dark eyes.

"Well, take a trip with Hongu." With a flick of the water sleeve, the girl ordered. The moment he turned around, the plain veil on his face danced in the wind, like a white butterfly fluttering its wings.

"Yes!" The man in white bowed his head and looked at the elegant figure in front of him, he frowned slightly, she didn't wear a mask today? Immediately, there was a touch of confusion between his eyebrows, and she always made him puzzled.

In the hall, Su Hexiang was burned in the wrong gold tripod, and the light white smoke was like wisps, and a trace of it was scattered into the depths of the hall.

I saw that the white camellia was still inserted in the gold-veined vase, fresh and elegant, and it seemed that it would never wither.

Maybe it's all thanks to Xiaolan!

Once, she heard that the fragrance of camellia flowers could relieve her headaches, so she got up every day at dawn and folded a few camellia flowers and inserted them in a bottle, which became her habit ever since.

Mu Chujin came back to her senses slightly, her cold gaze stayed on the purple clay pot that was broken and exposed with dark blue bamboo, and opened her lips slightly: "Doctor, what kind of poison is in her?" A faint voice, without a trace of emotional ups and downs.

The gray-haired old man stroked his beard and said, "The old man has been practicing medicine in Qingfeng Hall for many years, and this kind of poison is very rare, but the old man is sure that this poison must come from the court. As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a piece of the splinter of the purple clay pot, put it in his palm, and continued: "This kind of pot is called a bamboo purple sand pot, which is very rare among the people and very expensive, but its color is different from other bamboo pots. ”

"What's the difference?" Mu Chujin asked, followed by a grim expression.

"The general bunched bamboo purple clay pot is tied together with ordinary green bamboo to make the body of the pot, plus a bamboo rope as a hoop, but this pot is made of Da'e bamboo." The old voice explained slowly.

"Da'e bamboo, growing in the humid climate of the south, is a cold medicinal bamboo, its bamboo shoots, bamboo, leaves have the effect of eliminating accumulation and stasis, often used to treat heart disease and stroke." Mu Chujin suddenly thought that this kind of bamboo was introduced in a book he had seen at school, and then said quietly.

"What the princess said is extremely true, but if poison is quenched on the medicinal bamboo, it is extremely poisonous!"

"Poisonous?" Mu Chujin twisted her eyebrows, "But this palace often uses a bamboo purple clay pot to drink water, and I don't feel uncomfortable!" The girl asked suspiciously.

"Princess, according to the old man, the medicinal bamboo is wrapped in clay, which reduces the infiltration of poison, although it will not be fatal for a while, if you drink it for a long time, it will accumulate the poison in the internal organs little by little, and when it accumulates to a certain extent, it will be poisoned and killed."

"So serious?" Mu Chujin muttered to herself, a trace of coldness flashed in her moist eyes, since the poison came from the palace, the person who harmed her must be someone from the palace, but-

Who is it?

"Princess, the old man will take your pulse." Lao Er said kindly, staring at the girl in front of him with deep eyes, obscure and unpredictable.

"Hmm." Mu Chujin stretched his eyebrows with a smile, nodded slightly, and lifted the sleeves on his wrists, revealing a piece of snow skin.

The doctor put his hand on it, and after a moment, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"What's wrong?" Mu Chujin opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but she didn't expect Feng Rongxue to ask one step ahead of her.

"Princess, she'...... She...... This...... How could this be ......" The white-bearded old man looked startled, whispered something to himself, and shook his head incessantly.

"Doctor, what's the problem?" The girl asked elegantly, her tone was not hurried or slow, but her eyebrows frowned slightly.

The old man hurriedly looked certain, "The princess has a lot of toxins in her body, and it has entered the bones, according to the old man's years of experience in practicing medicine, the princess should have returned to the West a few months ago!" The old man stared at the veiled girl in front of him in surprise and said in horror.