So when Nangong Ling heard that Dark Seven had arrived, he saw two carriages, and Feng Jiutian was standing lazily on the side of the carriage.

Her simple hairstyle was a little messy, her face was slightly pale, and there was tiredness in her eyes, as if she hadn't woken up.

She just leaned quietly on the side of the carriage, lazily watching Wang Xianling circling around the carriage of medicinal herbs.

Wang Xianling's sanity returned in excitement, and when he noticed that Nangong Ling was coming, he immediately stepped forward, "His Royal Highness King Sheng, this medicinal herb is too timely!" ”

Who knows, Nangong Ling didn't look at him at all, but instead crossed him and walked towards Feng Jiutian.

"Why are you here?" He frowned, his voice colder than usual, as if questioning.

Feng Jiutian yawned, and then looked at him.

She didn't bother to say anything, but said, "I heard that you have an epidemic that no one can cure, and I'm very interested." ”

Nangong Ling looked at her way of speaking, and the fire in her chest slowly came out.

Knowing that he couldn't ask anything from Feng Jiu, he turned his head and scolded, "Dark Seven." ”

Dark Qi's scalp tightened, but he still stepped forward quickly, "Here." ”

"Explain, I want you to give me a reasonable reason." Nangong Ling's eyes were cold.

It was the first time for Wang Xianling to see this Nangong Ling angry, and he couldn't help but be speechless.

He was very interested in going down with a cart of medicinal herbs first.

Feng Jiutian suddenly said leisurely: "What are you angry about?" I came on my own. ”

"I heard that you are looking for a famous doctor, and I wonder if you didn't bring a person who is said to be the first son of the medicine king Gu, why can't you cure it?" Feng Jiu smiled, but he almost wrote sarcasm on his face.

"You shut up, I didn't ask you." Nangong Ling suppressed the dark fire and scolded.

Feng Jiutian was directly angry and glared at him.

"You're looking for a famous doctor, aren't I? If it weren't for the fear that you would die in this corner of the mountain, Yue'er would have no backer in the future, would you think I would come? ”

What a bold man, he cursed him to death?

"You!" Nangong Ling raised her hand, but before she could move, Feng Jiutian thought she was going to make a move and subconsciously retreated.

But her back hit the carriage, and the pain made her already pale face two points whiter.

"Lord, the princess has injuries on her body." Dark Seven suddenly spoke, "On the way, I was attacked." ”

These words were meaningful, and Nangong Ling calmed down.

"Are you here to drag your feet after being injured like this?" He said coldly.

As soon as Feng Jiutian heard this, his anger rose slowly, and finally gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but he still endured it.

Can't beat it!

"There is no second time." She glared at Nangong Ling and retorted.

Nangong Ling waved his hand and called a guard beside him, and said, "Take the princess to my tent, don't let her run around." ”

The guard immediately answered.

After the people left, Dark Qi reported the attack on the road to Nangong Ling.

He added: "No one knows about the purchase of medicinal materials except in the palace. The subordinates suspected that these people should have been sent by the palace. ”

Nangong Ling pondered for a long time, didn't speak, and only asked, "How did Yue'er arrange it?" ”

Dark Seven immediately said: "The subordinates have already made people announce that the princess is ill and needs to stay in the mansion, and let Dark Nine and Dark Ten take care of her." ”

After saying that, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

There may be spies in the palace, if Nangong Yue is sent back to the palace, wouldn't it be a sheep's mouth?

Nangong Ling's head.

After Dark Seven finished speaking, he stopped talking.

Nangong Ling saw his thoughts, and then said: "Since the princess was brought by you, then be responsible for watching her." ”

Dark Qi's eyes flashed with astonishment.

Just now he saw that Nangong Ling was obviously angry, and now he didn't even pursue his fault?

As if sensing his thoughts, Nangong Ling's expression suddenly turned cold, and said, "Don't take it as an example." ”

Dark Seven hurriedly received his order.

On the other side, Feng Jiutian was led into Nangong Ling's tent by the guard.

Looking around, the conditions are very simple, there is not even a bed, only a table that I don't know where to move from.

Feng Jiu realized after leaning, why did she have to come to Nangong Ling's tent?

She turned her head and was about to go out, but the guard who had just brought her said with a blank look: "Princess, the prince has an order, you can't run around casually." ”

Feng Jiutian snorted lightly and said, "Then you have to find me a place to sit, right?" It's nothing. ”

When the guard heard this, his expression was correct, and he immediately said: "The prince has always been thrifty, so naturally there can't be any extravagant things in the tent......"

Feng Jiu twitched the corner of his eyes, what brand of fan brother is this?

He was about to interrupt him, but he saw a sudden commotion outside.

After only hearing a few voices, "Who is it, you are not allowed to approach", Feng Jiutian saw a person who was pressed to the ground by the guards not far away.

The man was in rags, his hair was disheveled, his body was visibly thin, so thin that only a layer of skin and bones remained, and he looked like a refugee.

"I don't want to die! Don't kill me, don't kill me! ”

He was crazy, and when he raised his head, the messy hair on his face spread out, and several people immediately found that his face was covered with tumors one after another!

"Plague!"

The two guards who were still pressing this person just now let go of their hands in fright.

The refugee loosened his shackles, ran away and went straight to the tent in the army.

It's contagious, and if he comes in, the consequences will be terrible!

"Stop him!" The two of them shouted and shouted, "Get out of his way, he's sick!" ”

When the people who wanted to come forward to help heard this, they were also frightened and retreated.

When the crazy man heard this, he immediately gritted his teeth, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

He hurriedly glanced around, and among the guards full of swords, the last glance locked on Feng Jiutian, who was still standing in the tent.

He poured a girl at Feng Jiu.

The guards were stunned.

And this was also the first time Feng Jiutian had close contact with this kind of patient, and there was only one thought in his heart - the description on the letter was really not an exaggeration.

This sick man was covered with tumors, densely packed, and looked like a small human face with no facial features.

The more closely I looked, the more numb my scalp became, and the goosebumps all over my body couldn't help but stand up.

At this moment, there was a brush, and suddenly there was a figure of a cold weapon sold around.

The person who had just rushed to Feng Jiutian was only one meter away, and his body shook, and a long knife pierced him.

With a "snap", the person fell.

Feng Jiutian saw the person with the knife in the distance, and she was stunned.

Nangong Ling was standing not far away, her sharp eyes were cold, and she still maintained the action of drawing a knife and throwing it.

Nangong Ling had already said coldly: "Don't take people away yet!" ”

Almost at the same time, someone from outside came at a hasty trot.

"Ahh He's here! It's a punchline.

Punchline looked at the corpse on the ground in surprise and fear, panting and his cheeks crimson.