Jiang Huaiyin despised her, and her tone was particularly gentle: "Oh? What's wrong? ”

Murong Xi couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with making people afraid of him, and he had to put on a frightened posture.

Spread out the note and look carefully, it not only wrote about the things that he could speak, but also the things that he frequently went in and out of the Dawn Pavilion in the past two days.

She blinked, resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and looked at Jiang Huaiyin resignedly, "Actually, I have no intention of hiding the fact that I can speak from you, after all, you and I are husband and wife, I just want to determine who is behind Qu Lan." ”

Murong Xi who said this "husband and wife" was covered with goosebumps.

Especially her voice was hoarse, which was really harsh.

Jiang Huaiyin snorted: "This king didn't know that the princess really wanted to be married to this king. ”

"Nope." Murong Xi hurriedly changed her words, "I know that I am not worthy of the prince, and when this turmoil passes, I have the courage to ask the prince for a piece of peace and leave." ”

The Queen Mother's path was impassable, so Murong Xi had no choice but to put her hope on Jiang Huaiyin.

The left and right people look at each other with disgust, and now she is still holding his lifeline, not worrying about his life.

He boldly put forward what he thought.

Jiang Huaiyin sat down and leaned on the bed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He played with the palace silk around his waist in his hand, and his inky black eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

Murong Xi just stood quietly in place, there was no charcoal fire in the room, and it was so cold that people shivered, and she looked like a sinner waiting to fall.

I waited for a long time, but I didn't hear his voice.

The atmosphere gradually became a little more subtle.

Murong Xi wanted to flee quickly, and said tentatively: "Is there anything else that the prince has to do?" If it's okay, I'll go back first? ”

Jiang Huaiyin's hand moved, but he didn't stay, "The head of the Fu courtyard is dead, does that palace maid need to be solved by this king?" ”

"Nope." Murong Xi instantly remembered the miserable female corpse, her voice was tense, and her whole body was tense, "I have my own way." ”

"Then the king will wait and see."

Murong Xi ran out of the Dawn Pavilion as if she was running away, patting her chest and breathing heavily, while secretly scolding Jiang Huaiyin in her heart.

Thanks to her silent cursing, as soon as she stepped out of the Dawn Pavilion, she met Yelan on an errand.

Ye Lan hugged her sword and saluted, and said respectfully: "The prince said, if the princess has any orders, just look for her subordinates." ”

Murong Xi nodded, although Ye Lan looked cold, she was much better than the one in the room who was seriously ill.

She cleared her throat, "I'm going out of the mansion and going to Jishitang." ”

After Ye Lan heard her speak, her rigid face really didn't have a little surprise, "My subordinates will arrange it." ”

Okay! What only Qu Lan knows, I'm afraid the whole world knows!

*

Strictly speaking, this is Murong Xi's first visit to the capital.

The original owner was trapped in the deep palace since he was a child, and he couldn't move freely. After marrying into the palace, he was depressed all day long, and never had the mind to go to the streets.

Now Murong Xi looked up at the four-story Jishitang in front of him, and walked in with a little novelty that the original owner had never seen the world.

As soon as he entered the door, the shopkeeper saw that Murong Ji's identity was either rich or expensive.

Although she wears a fence on her head, people can't see her appearance clearly, but the materials used in the clothes on her body can only be seen at a glance and know that the price is expensive.

The shopkeeper stepped forward with a grin, "This girl, what do you need?" ”

Murong Xi took out a piece of paper and handed it to the shopkeeper, lowered his voice, and tried not to sound so strange in his voice, "The things on it, you might buy it from Jishitang?" ”

The prescription not only has Jiang Huaiyin's antidote to the drug, but also an important medicine for his own dumb disease.

The names of the medicines were messed up by her, and there were some useless herbs mixed in them, so it was hard to see what kind of cure was there.

It's no wonder that Murong Xi is too cautious, Jiang Huaiyin's identity is really special, if someone knows about it, her life will not be as smooth as before.

The shopkeeper took a look at it, and he saw Murong Xi's thoughts.

"Girl, I have most of the medicinal herbs on the recipe, but I have to go to the third floor."

Murong Xi touched the purse on her waist without a trace, the silver in it should be enough, right?

He nodded calmly and followed the shopkeeper to the third floor.

The medicinal fragrance on the third floor is indeed stronger than that in the lobby on the first floor.

You don't need to look at it to know that there are many rare and precious medicinal materials in it.

The shopkeeper took Murong Xi's prescription and handed it to the steward on the third floor, and the steward glanced at the prescription, then at Murong Xi, and asked uncertainly:

"Girl, eighty percent of the medicinal herbs recorded on it are all small here. But that alone taste-"

The steward nodded at one of the inconspicuous positions, and looked at Murong Xi embarrassedly, "It's the cheapest on the girl's formula, and the price is fifty taels-"

Murong Xi smiled in surprise, so expensive?

That smile, in the eyes of the steward, was a disregard for a hundred taels of silver.

But she herself knows that she can't solve any problems that can be solved with money.

Taking out his purse, Murong Ji counted the silver ingots inside, then took the prescription and lit it in three positions, and said angrily: "Money is not a problem, but I don't have enough today, can you see if there are any of these three flavors of medicinal materials first?" ”

"Okay, girl, wait a minute." The steward was a clever man, and immediately went into the back hall to find medicine.

Just then, there was a muffled sound of footsteps at the staircase.

The voice was calm, calm, with a faint bloody aura, and pounced on Murong Xi.

Murong Xi raised her eyes to look, and she was facing a pair of murderous eyes.

The man had a gloomy face, and with a large knife in his hand, he stepped up the steps step by step.

His gaze was sharp enough, sharp enough that it seemed to be able to shoot directly into her eyebrows through the fence, making her feel an oppressive momentum.

Murong Xi tugged at the corners of her mouth, how could the people here be so virtuous?

It was as if someone owed him two hundred taels of silver and did not pay it back.

As she thought about it, the man with the knife had already crossed in front of her and went straight to the counter.

Murong Xi stared at his back, he seemed to be walking very slippery, but she still saw the clues.

The man's leg is going to be lame!

With a "clang", the man threw the big knife on the counter and shouted, "Where is Dongfang Li?" ”

When the steward heard the movement, he hurriedly ran out of the back hall, and when he saw the person clearly, he immediately smiled, "Yo, Master Chu, what kind of wind blew you here?" ”

That was a sincere smile that he had never had when he treated Murong Xi.

Murong Ji pouted, a businessman, used to watching people put down dishes.

However, that Chu Gongzi's answer made Murong Xi feel comfortable.

"You are here in the hospital, Lao Tzu is not here to see a doctor, is it difficult to see you?"

The steward was embarrassed and said: "It turned out that I was seeing a doctor, and now the young hall master is not in the capital, if Gongzi Chu doesn't mind, why don't you let the little one show you?" ”

It's hard to be in charge of things, and he still calls himself a "small" in front of Gongzi Chu.

Chu Gongzi snorted lightly, "Just you?" A fake doctor who can't cure the wind and cold? ”

He glanced at the steward contemptuously, picked up the big knife, and prepared to leave, "When will Dongfang Li return to Beijing?" ”

"About seven days later." The steward seemed to be surprised by Chu Gongzi's arrogance, and replied without caring at all.

Chu Gongzi nodded and stopped talking.

When I walked to the staircase with two steps left, a fragrant wind suddenly blew in front of me.

"Childe and slow!"