The power of pulling out the mountain has proved the credible quality of orange.

Linlang soon came alive again.

And the first thing after recovering from the illness was to visit Qiubai, who was still sick.

The boy was still sitting in the hospital.

He lowered his head and took the pen seriously, and put a moon-white cloak on his shoulders at will.

When Linlang entered, he happened to face the white crane in the clouds embroidered on his straight back, raising his neck and flapping his wings as if soaring above the blue sky.

She gently placed the mung bean hay soup on the table. Then he didn't bother the other party, just sat quietly next to him and took a medical book to read.

I don't know how long it took for her to hear the sound of the porcelain bowl being lightly lifted, so she raised her head and asked, "My lord, are you feeling better?" ”

"It's just a minor illness, it's no big deal."

Qiubai covered the empty bowl and put it back in her food box.

His complexion was a little pale, and he looked more and more like a pale and colorless landscape ink painting, with a sense of ethereal that was distant and lonely and could not be captured.

But it was such an elegant and weak young doctor, whose body was much stronger than she expected.

Not only can he dig a deep pit alone, but his resilience is not inferior to those strong men who are used to hard work.

"Tell me, what is the matter with me today?" Neither of them is hypocritical, and they have gradually gotten used to getting straight to the point.

"The slave just wants to talk to the adults about Nanyi's poison arts, and there is one more important thing...... "Linlang sat up straight and told Zhongyuan's body in the water and the strange things.

"Your Excellency should have thought of it too, the corpse under the dead tree in the cold palace this time. Even if that Nanyi concubine used her corpse as a weapon and wanted to kill the entire palace......"

"The most important point is, who buried her under the tree when she died? Could it be that the corpse moved there on its own? ”

The eyes as light as clear water rippled with cold colors, and Qiubai lightly put down the brush in his hand and said a word.

"In the palace, there are Nanyi's fine works."

If this Nanyi concubine is in the light, then the other is in the dark.

Therefore, in the simulation of the Midyear Festival, after she finished translating all the ancient books and concluded that Nanyi poison was the culprit, she was burned to death due to a fire in her residence.

This is not an accident at all.

It was the man behind the scenes who paid attention to her and cut the grass to the roots.

"This matter is complicated, you don't want to mix it, just don't know, I will report it to the Queen Mother." Qiu Bai told her with a solemn face.

But apparently failed to frighten the little girl.

Linlang blinked and said, "Even if it's true, is there anyone in this palace who can solve Nanyi's poison technique?" ”

For the first time in history, Qiubai was choked by her and couldn't speak.

She smiled a little slyly, leaned a little closer to the other party, and said, "My lord, why don't you find some ancient books of Nanyi's poison arts, and let the slave and maid study them slowly?" ”

This time in reality, she learned quietly, not checked.

And he will leave the palace in November and go to Beishan State. She doesn't believe in the fine work in the palace, and she can also flash and teleport to catch people.

"Most of the ancient books are obscure, can you read them? And you shouldn't be a pure Nanyi bloodline, it is estimated that you will have to learn for at least five or six years. Qiu Bai asked seriously.

But the next moment, Linlang's answer made him completely blacken his face.

"Bloodline isn't a problem, as for the rest—isn't there still an adult here?"

There are free and easy-to-use translation machines, so why not?

Qiubai, who has become a tool man: ......