In the study, incense fills the air.

"Where did you meet that couple?" Yun Lingxi played with the rosewood hairpin between her fingers, and the upturned tails of her eyes outlined a long shadow at the corners of her eyes, making it impossible to see what she was thinking.

Lianchen frowned: "It's almost a thousand miles away from the imperial city, in a rather weird mountain range." ”

"At that time, Princess Dugu and Qingluan rushed too fast, and when Qin Ming and I caught up, they had already strayed into that maze."

Qin Ming nodded: "That maze is naturally formed, it is full of miasma, we have been in it for two months, if it wasn't for the couple, I don't know how long we would have been trapped." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Yun Lingxi and considered his words: "Princess Shizi, are they ......?"

Yun Lingxi tapped the rosewood hairpin in his hand on the tabletop, and half-squinted his eyes: "It should be." ”

Similar to her appearance, there should be no one else except the little fool's father and mother.

Hidden under sin, buried among the green.

What do these two sentences mean?

Why did they go to the miasma woods?

"Is there anything else strange about that wood?" Mo Yechen said lightly.

"If it's weird, it's true." A hint of contemplation crossed Lianchen's eyes: "We have just entered the woods, and we have stumbled into a place where the grass and trees are withered. ”

"There, the grass and trees have taken on an eerie black-gray color, and the ground is soft and lifeless."

When Yun Lingxi heard this, a touch of strangeness crossed the depths of his pupils, and he clenched the rosewood hairpin in his hand.

The ground is soft, and the grass and trees are black.

Could it be the Blackwater Swamp?

"Can you make an antidote to the miasma?" Mo Yechen took out the rosewood hairpin from Yun Lingxi's hand and threw it on the table casually, carefully checking whether her palm was scratched by the hairpin tail.

Lianchen nodded: "That miasma is not very toxic, mainly because it causes dizziness, and the lack of medicinal herbs in the woods makes it impossible to make an antidote, which is also one of the reasons why we are trapped." ”

If there is an antidote, go directly to the top of the tree, and you will not be trapped.

"Make an antidote as soon as possible, and in ten days, we'll go to the woods."

"Master, your body ......" Qin Ming heard this and said worriedly.

"No problem." Mo Yechen leaned back in the chair, his eyebrows clear.

At the bottom of the eyes, only the posture of the person in front of him remains.

Yun Lingxi looked sideways at him and frowned: "Your body is just a little better, and it is not suitable for going out." ”

Mo Yechen was silent, looking at her with a faint look in her eyes.

Lian Chen and Qin Ming saw that the atmosphere was not right, got up and slipped out of the study.

"Lingxi, if you can find someone with a higher level of formation forensic skills than me, I can promise you to stay in the mansion."

Miasma woods, most likely accompanied by swamps.

If you want to go, go together.

No matter how stormy the wind and rain lie ahead, I will break through with you.

Knife mountain and sea of fire, miasma swamp, I will accompany you.

Yun Lingxi bit the corner of his lip, didn't agree or refuse, and pulled him up: "Go eat hot pot first." ”

In the dining room, bursts of unique fragrances came out, awakening the cravings in everyone's stomachs.

Dugu Wu's long curly hair was pulled back with a hosta, and she kept stir-frying the hot pot base.

In that pot, the color is extremely red, and at high temperatures, it constantly makes a crackling sound.

It emitted an almost fatal aroma that spread arrogantly.

Fu Shiyu carried the knife like flying, slicing mutton.

Murong Qing and Qingluan packed it separately.

Lianchen was also busy packing vegetables.

This group of young masters and young ladies who don't touch the spring water with their fingers on weekdays are now directly robbing their subordinates of their work for food.

The bloody guards hidden in the shadows on weekdays, the secret guard, at this time a chicken in the left hand and a duck in the right hand, the blade of the iron like clay has become a tool for slaughtering ducks and chickens.

When Yun Lingxi and Mo Yechen arrived, four pots had already been set up in the courtyard outside the dining room.

"It's a good day, so I'm going to eat out." Dugu Wu came out with a plate of dipping sauce, and a little beads of sweat overflowed from his full forehead.

"Master, princess." When the people saw them, they hurriedly saluted.

Mo Yechen glanced at the hot pot that began to bubble, and said lightly: "No need to be polite." ”

After speaking, he pulled Yun Lingxi to sit beside Lianchen.

Fu Shiyu looked at the bottom of the tumbling pot, and couldn't help but pour a plate of meat into it, and by the way, he didn't care about the heat, he stuffed it directly into his mouth, and poured meat into the pot while exhaling: "Sister Dugu, the younger brother will be mixed with you in the future." ”

It was delicious, so delicious, and he finally got the taste he remembered again.

Life is not perfect if it lacks the delicacy of hot pot.

Dugu Wu put down the dipping sauce and quickly fished out a piece of meat: "Mix with my sister, eat fragrant and drink spicy." ”

A plate of meat, rolled twice in the pot and gone.

"It's spicy." The first time Murong Qing ate it, his porcelain-white skin was spicy and turned red, and his nose was red.

However, after tasting a slice, he ignored the spiciness, sucked slightly, took the meat slices next to him, and poured them all into the pot.

Ah Yuan's delicate baby face, I don't know if it was hot or spicy at this time, stained with beads of sweat, holding a dipping dish, looking elegant, but in fact, he quickly scooped up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yun Lingxi looked at them with disdain: "I said that you are all starving ghosts reincarnated, why are you robbing so fast!" Look at other people's silver snow and learn a little. ”

Having said that, she was not slow to grab the meat at all.

Several people looked at the cold and ethereal, like the silver snow that did not eat the fireworks of the world, and they all ignored Yun Lingxi and continued to grab meat.

Mortals and immortals cannot be compared.

Yun Lingxi chose a piece of tender shabu and put it in the bowl of Mo Yechen: "Chen, taste it, it's a little spicy, you can only eat one piece." ”

Mo Yechen picked up the slices of meat and put them in his mouth, because he was not used to the spicy, he was choked and coughed.

"Drink some water." Yun Lingxi threw down his chopsticks, helped Mo Yechen distressedly, and fed him cold water to his lips.

On the side, Yin Xue also put down the chopsticks in her hand and pulled Mo Yechen's wrist.

There was a slightly cool touch on his wrist, and Mo Yechen subconsciously withdrew his hand, but was pulled by Yin Xue.

Mo Yechen coughed weakly at this time, so he let him probe his pulse.

After Mo Yechen's cough eased slightly, Yin Xue frowned slightly and slowly let go of Mo Yechen's hand.

Mo Yechen leaned on Yun Lingxi's shoulder, his phoenix eyes were foggy, and the tails of his eyes were smudged with redness, as if he was smudged with three thousand spring water, which was moving.

He glanced at Yinxue, covered his lips and coughed a few times.

"I can't give him any more." Yin Xue let out a faint voice.

Yun Lingxi nodded, his eyes full of chagrin and distress.

patted Mo Yechen's back and fed him water in small sips.

Lianchen and the others also stopped their chopsticks and looked at Mo Yechen worriedly.

It wasn't until Mo Yechen's coughing stopped that they continued to grab meat.

Kissing the corner of Mo Yechen's lips, Yun Lingxi asked in a low voice, "Is it still uncomfortable?" ”

Mo Yechen closed his eyes, stroked his chest, and shook his head: "You hurry up and eat, I'm fine." ”

Happy times are always short-lived.

When the sun set, Luoyun and the others stood tremblingly in the front yard.

How comfortable it is to eat hot pot at noon, and how bitter your face is now.

"Prince Murong, you have to be merciful." With a bitter face, Lianchen looked at Murong Qing, who was about to activate the formation mechanism.

"Murong, you also train." As soon as Lianchen's words fell, a voice came.