The uncle wrapped his mouth and nose tightly in a wet towel and hurriedly pushed her out of the paint room.

When her aunt saw this, she pulled her into the courtyard, pointed to the blood-red line on the thangka that her uncle had drawn most of the time, and asked her, "Look, is it beautiful?" ”

The blood red in the thangka circulates in the setting sun, as if it comes to life. Bai Zeqing replied dumbfoundedly: "It's so beautiful!" ”

My aunt said: "This is made by drying and grinding blood aconite." ”

She leaned closer to the thangka, sniffed it carefully, and asked, "Is this the kind of paint that my uncle is making?" Tastes the same! ”

"Hmm." My aunt nodded, and said solemnly: "This blood head is highly poisonous, in the past, the mountain bandits made it into reflux incense to kill people, and the poisoned person will die violently in only half a pillar of incense, and the symptoms are like seizures." ”

She looked at the paint room worriedly: "That uncle ...... him"

"Your uncle is using a potion made by Shang Lu to neutralize its toxicity, so that it will not affect the color and luster, and it will not be easy to be poisoned. However, you still have to be careful, don't touch, if you accidentally touch, be sure to wash it with soapy water, you know? "My aunt touched your head and explained it to you in detail.

If he hadn't woken up just now, by the time dawn, Bai Zeqing would have cooled down.

And it won't leave any wounds, and you'll probably think she's having an old illness.

Someone is going to kill her!

Ningzhou Chinese Army Battalion.

Wang Chi stared at the white-faced middle-aged man in front of him, and said coldly, "Governor Shen came so early." ”

He just retreated from the battlefield, and he couldn't hide his murderous aura.

Shen Yicheng was unconscious, dusted off his purple and gold robe very indifferently, shook off his clothes and sat down on his own case, and said slowly: "General Wang Shao is angry, is it wrong to blame the wrong person?" He sighed, "As soon as I received the news, I led the Jianmen border army to cross the Changning Pass overnight to support, but the defenders of Baiyan City could not support it overnight, causing the defense line of the Biansha Fortress to collapse——"

Shen Yicheng originally had the intention to instigate a few more words, but when he saw Xi Yuanqi, the deputy general behind Wang Chi, standing with a horizontal sword, only staring at him, his eyes were like torches, so he stopped at the right time and did not fan the flames again.

Wang Chi squinted, but suddenly smiled, and Shicai's blade-like gaze melted like ice, and he actually had a trace of a light and thin temperament.

"Governor Shen." He put a glass of wine on Shen Yicheng's table, "Just kidding, don't be so serious." ”

Shen Yicheng stared at the splashing wine, and the faint aroma of wine came to his face. He raised his head again, looked at Wang Chi for a moment, suddenly laughed, and said, "Young General, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your temper is good!" ”

Wang Chi straightened up, pointed to the knife on his waist, and said with a smile: "It is said that the army cultivates temperament, and I will treat myself as half a soldier with a knife." Wow, it's still free to drink and tease the birds. ”

Shen Yicheng seemed to have just seen it, and then smiled: "Good knife!" The young general doesn't have to worry, I heard that the saint felt sorry for the king of the northwest and the general, and specially summoned the young general to return to the capital to enjoy the blessings. This time, the major general has made a contribution to the recovery of Ningzhou, and he has seen the saint when he looks back, so he may not know how to reward him! It's a pity that I am guarding the three counties of Xisha and can't go back to Beijing with the major general for a drink. ”

Wang Chi was quite regretful and said: "That's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity, you have to have fun eating wine in the Beijing Xinghualou!" When Governor Shen returns to Beijing to report on his duties, I will invite you. ”

"Then thank you for the Major General." Shen Yicheng smiled and responded, "Then I'll go to the county guard mansion first, there are a bunch of things waiting over there." ”

Wang Chi smiled and watched Shen Yicheng leave with a group of border soldiers, the smile on his face disappeared, and the gloom accumulated between his eyebrows.

Xi Yuanqi handed over a handkerchief, he wiped his hands as he walked, and returned to the main case to sit down.

Xi Yuanqi whispered: "The Ningzhou army was defeated overnight, even if it was the Baiyan Lantern Festival Night Banquet, it was caused by the enemy. However, after the city of Ningzhou was broken, the fortress of Xisha Sanguan still had a chance to recover, but Qusu Tartar had all the city defense maps of my Xisha Sancheng, and Xisha Sanguan fell because of this, and tens of thousands of people were killed under the Qusu scimitar. Baiyan burned down the county guard's mansion and let the second son flee with his own soldiers...... There is nothing strange about these things! This Governor Shen is good, and he puts all the blame on a dead man. ”

Wang Chi said indifferently: "The old dog of Baiyan made Ningzhou City bleed and drifted, and the crime is extremely evil!" But this Shen Yicheng is not a good thing, the three cities of Xisha are full of blood. What did the Sword Gate Border Army do? You can't even catch up with the hot. ”

"However, Childe's foot is too risky, if the little girl is killed on the spot, I am afraid that the saint will be displeased."

Wang Chi sneered: "The old dog is dead, he will die when he dies, what are you afraid of?" Moreover, the eldest brother rushed thousands of miles a year ago and laid down the Lingxiao Pass in Mobei, and after this battle, there was no way to seal it again. My father is even more rewarding, and my Northwest Palace, which has long become a thorn in the side of the saint. ”

Xi Yuanqi was worried: "In this case, the son still wants to enter Beijing." The prince often said that the moon is lacking, and this trip to Kyoto is mostly a Hongmen banquet. ”

Wang Chi threw the handkerchief back to Xi Yuanqi and said, "But if you want to keep a hostage by your side, you can't call your father and eldest brother to go." After a pause, he said, "Go and ask, how is the trial." If the trial fails, don't try it, keep your life, and escort it back to Beijing. The saint wants to explain to the people of the world, and the Bai family must have a living mouth. ”

The lights in the prison were dim, Bai Zeqing's hands and feet were cold, and he was getting out of breath.

The white mist around her body lingered, and she struggled to get up, but she seemed to be thrown into a deep pool, and her hands and feet struggled desperately for a moment, and then fell weakly back into the rough grass.

The coarse grass that was randomly thrown on the ground in these prisons had a peculiar damp and musty smell, mixed with the smell of blood, and at this time, mixed with the peculiar smell of blood aconite, which was extremely unpleasant.

Bai Zeqing's legs were almost numb from the cane, and the sharp pain in her heart made her paralyzed, and at this moment, her ears were buzzing, her snort was disordered, and she couldn't breathe like she was drowning.

Bai Zeqing rolled his eyes and stared at the candlelight outside the railing.

A few of the guards in the prison hall were eating and drinking, and they didn't have time to look back at her.

Bai Zeqing was soaked in the rough grass by the white mist, and the suffocating nausea buried her like a flood.

Dizzy in front of him, Bai Zeqing gritted his teeth and tried to raise his head, at least to keep his mouth and nose out of the range of the white mist.

Such an action touched her heart, and the injury also made her sweat coldly, and she couldn't lift her breath for a while.

Forget it, it's too painful, or that's it......

She suddenly unloaded, and fell back into the rough grass and white mist again, letting the dying despair envelop him.

As she fell, a dark red carved wooden figure fell out of her chest!

She breathed with great difficulty, stretched out her hand with all her strength, and held the wooden carving figure tightly into her palm.

This is the Yuan Xi gift carved by Brother Qi for her, and this is the last object that Brother Qi left her!

The little wooden carving figure turned dark red, which was Qige's blood, soaked drop by drop.

Chico......