"National teacher, is there a way to save my imperial brother?"

Si Manzhu nodded, "It's an ordinary intestine-breaking grass, and the antidote can be refined in an hour." ”

Nangong Yao breathed a sigh of relief, "Then there is Lao Guoshi." ”

"Don't dare to be."

Si Manzhu wrote down the names of some medicinal herbs on the paper, "According to the preparation above, send it to my house." ”

The housekeeper of the Qi Palace's mansion took it, "Yes, the old slave will go and prepare." ”

"Uncle Huang, can the national teacher really refine the antidote?" Nangong Xiyue looked at the back of Si Manzhu walking away, and the worry on his face did not decrease by half.

Nangong Yao showed an amiable smile, he was very fond of Nangong Raiding the Moon, "Don't worry." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Huang!"

Nangong Yao didn't stay long, and returned to the palace after a while.

As soon as Nangong Yao left, King Qi woke up, his eyes were clear, and he still looked a little weak.

A man in black walked in silently and arched his hands, "Lord, the task has been completed!" ”

"Very good, tomorrow, when Shen Shi is shining, I will release those official ladies again."

"Yes!"

"Go down and keep an eye on people."

"Yes!" The man in black immediately vanished.

King Qi stood up and straightened his collar, "Steward Hu!" ”

Steward Hu came in response and saluted respectfully, "Lord Wang." ”

"Go and get the poppy real person here."

"Yes."

"Father!" Nangong Xiyue hurriedly walked in.

King Qi smiled, "Yue'er." ”

"Why did my father get out of bed and walk around? Lie down and rest! Nangong Xiyue looked worried.

"Father is out of the way, Yue'er, tomorrow the emperor will marry the prince and princess who came to marry, if you have a favorite man......"

Nangong was shocked and hurriedly shook his head, "Father, don't marry far away!" ”

King Qi sighed lightly, "Father is old. ”

"My father is not old, Yue'er wants to be by my father's side, and I will never marry far away!"

"Oh?" King Qi looked at her meaningfully, "Does Yue'er have a man in the picture?" ”

Nangong didn't squirm when she attacked the moon, "Yue'er really has a heart." She hesitated for a moment but said, "The prince of the Zhenguo Mansion." ”

King Qi pondered for a moment and nodded with random satisfaction, "This matter will be handed over to my father." ”

Nangong Xiyue's eyes lit up when she heard this, "Thank you, father!" ”

At this time, an unusual wind blew outside the house, and King Qi was slightly shocked, "Yue'er, you go back and rest first." ”

"Yes! Father, watch out for the body. Nangong Xiyue suddenly understood, there were some things that she shouldn't know.

As soon as Nangong Xiyue left, a mysterious woman wearing a black gauze hat walked in, her hoarse voice was as piercing as sharpening a knife, "The prince is so anxious to find me, is the matter revealed?" ”

King Qi poured a cup of tea with his own hands, "Man Poppy Zhenren, please." ”

She sat down, lifted the black veil, revealing a pale and emaciated face, and the sunken eye sockets exuded a strong evil aura, she picked up the cup of tea and sniffed it, "The prince is broken." ”

"Where, where." King Qi smiled lightly, "Is the real person in good health recently?" If you have a place where you can find the king, open your mouth. ”

She seemed to have thought of something, her eyes became cold, she pulled the corners of her mouth, and smiled very weirdly, "It's okay, it's just that it didn't go well when I practiced, so the prince should go straight to the point." ”

"Royal Hunting Grounds...... The assassination failed, a group of secret guards were damaged, and the king was almost found on the head. King Qi's face was solemn, "Please also ask a real person to help." ”

"Oh? Who ruined the great cause of the prince? ”

"It's Nangong Yin, and that Feng Shaoqing."

"Nangong Yin......" she muttered to herself, Nangong Yin's appearance appeared in her mind, and a trace of greed flashed in her eyes, "It's in line with the appetite of this seat." ”

"Feng Shaoqing? It doesn't seem to be bad......" She fell into her own imagination, and her eyes became more and more greedy, "Is the prince really willing to give up that handsome and dashing brother?" ”

"To achieve great things, it is inevitable to have sacrifices." King Qi paused, "That Feng Shaoqing should not be underestimated, martial arts are not under Nangong Yin, real people must be careful." ”

"Good!" She stood up and put on the black veil, "I'll help you, hahahahaha......" She laughed wildly, and with a wave of her sleeves, the two doors opened, and she spread her arms and flew out like a bat.

After a while, Steward Hu came to report that the national teacher Si Manzhu had arrived at the gate of the palace, and King Qi had regained his weak and vulnerable appearance, lying on the bed, waiting for treatment.

When Si Manzhu arrived in the room, she was shocked, her face was full of surprise, she felt a very familiar aura, and immediately looked around, looking for the source of that aura.

At this time, Steward Hu saluted respectfully towards Si Manzhubi, "The old slave greets the national teacher." ”

Si Manzhu waved his hand, still concentrating on finding that breath.

Seeing this, King Qi coughed lightly, and Steward Hu was startled, "Lord Wang......"

Si Manzhu had no choice but to walk over and hand over the rescue to Steward Hu, "Quickly let the prince obey." ”

Steward Hu hurriedly took it, "Thank you, National Teacher!" ”

After King Qi was rescued, his face improved a lot, and he sat up with the support of Steward Hu, "This king has thanked the national teacher for saving his life. ”

Si Manzhu replied casually, "The prince doesn't have to take it to heart. Her eyes swept around the room sharply.

King Qi was taken aback, he forgot that Manfu Zhenren and Si Manzhu Master went out of the same door, and they would sense something somewhat, "This king's house is ...... But what's wrong? ”

"Who has been to this house?"

King Qi looked at Steward Hu, "Do you know who has been here?" ”

"Back to the prince, the people who enter and leave the palace are familiar faces on weekdays."

"That's strange......" Si Manzhu frowned, "Since the prince is no longer in trouble, this seat will leave first, and the prince will be recuperating." ”

Without waiting for him to speak, Si Manzhu walked out in a hurry.

When he returned to the National Teacher's Mansion, he ordered to go down, pay close attention to King Qi's movements, and report to her immediately if he found a suspicious person.

"Master!" Li Wenjun ran over and patted Si Manzhu on the shoulder. Song Ningqing, who was on the side, was very unhappy, "Senior sister! You have to learn the etiquette, don't be so rude to Master! ”

Si Manzhu didn't care, "It's okay." ”

"I want to practice, Master will guide me, I was almost killed outside with this little ability, I was too passive."

Si Manzhu smiled, "Come with me." ”

"Master! There are still affairs in the house for the master to decide......"

Si Manzhu waved his hand, "You go and deal with it." ”

Song Ningqing looked at their backs in a daze, with mixed feelings, on the one hand, the master gave her power, and she finally got the master's approval, on the other hand, she ...... Master seems to have placed too much emphasis on this future junior sister.

After Si Manzhu's pointing, Li Wenjun found the trick, practicing swordsmanship over and over again, she stayed at home, practiced hard in the yard for many days, this sword made her more and more handy, she was full of joy, "Now I finally look like a hero, I don't have to poke people with electric batons all the time, it's too cowardly." ”

As soon as her voice fell, she jumped up again and played with the sword flower in the air, and she didn't forget to dub in her mouth, "Xiu Xiu ......"

Song Ningqing hid and watched for a long time, indignant in her heart, the master actually taught her the Demon Suppression Sword Technique!

"Hey, have you seen enough!"

Song Ningqing walked out from behind the rockery.

"I've seen enough of it, and I'll have a few tricks!"

Song Ningqing immediately pulled out her sword and flew over to fight with her.

After a while, Song Ningqing was forced by her to retreat again and again, and she accepted it when she saw it, "I won." ”

Song Ningqing was shocked, "You actually practiced the eighth style!" ”

She smiled, "Awesome!" ”

Song Ningqing couldn't help but turn pale when she thought that she had only practiced the fifth form after practicing for a few years.

"What's wrong with you? Did I hurt you? ”

Song Ningqing laughed at herself, "It's because my skills are not as good as others, my junior sister is really talented, so let's practice hard, don't let down the master's cultivation." She finished and left.

"Okay, I will." She nodded, not noticing the sourness in Song Ningqing's tone at all.

After Song Ningqing walked away, Chen Midong walked over with a plate of dried fruits, "Brother Monkey, she is sarcastic about you." ”

"She's telling the truth, I'm really talented."