"County Lord, you are finally here, come and help His Highness the Seventh!"

The maids who were waiting on the side knelt down to ask for help.

Lingyu stepped forward and couldn't help but sigh in her heart when she saw him like this.

"He looks like he's terminally ill."

When the maids heard this, they couldn't help but be frightened.

"County Lord, don't talk nonsense! How could the Seventh Master be terminally ill? Don't curse the Seventh Master! “

Lingyu said lightly: "I didn't curse him, I just talked about things." It is true that he has recovered from his injuries, but I don't think he wants to return to the capital, and even wants to stay away from the court. You might as well think about it, if he doesn't want to go back to Beijing, why not take this opportunity to leave the capital? “

When the maids heard this, they all fell into thought.

"You say, after he was injured this time, can he really be reborn? If this is the case, then he can become the most noble blood of the royal family, and from now on he will never have to rely on the snort of others. But what if not? Will he be arrested? “

When everyone heard this, their faces turned pale.

"Miss, His Royal Highness the Seventh is the younger brother of His Royal Highness the Prince, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will never let him go!" One of the maids said in horror.

Lingyu did not shy away from saying this, and quietly observed the person on the bed, but he didn't move at all, as if he really fainted.

Whether this Murong Cheyu's acting skills are too good, or whether he is really sick, Lingyu is a little unsure for a while.

But...... None of this is what she cares about, as long as he doesn't die, what else does it have to do with her?

"By the way, this is the tonic that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince entrusted me to, and now it seems that this medicine is not suitable for His Royal Highness the Seven......"

Lingyu taught the things to the personal maids of the Seven Princes, instructed them to take care of them and left.

I didn't get anything out of this trip.

The night is as cool as water, and the cold stars and cold moon hang high.

The cause of the death of the fourth princess Murong Qianqian has no clue, although there are some signs that it may be the hands and feet of the prince, but there is no solid evidence, and the prince has many enemies...... Those signs are not necessarily the actions of those who have a heart.

There was no reason for the crown prince to kill his half-sister.

Lingyu thought about many things and tossed and turned in bed.

The next day, I went to the academy with two dark circles under my eyes, but before I could listen to the master's lecture, I was invited to the Zongren Mansion for tea.

"What? His Royal Highness the Seventh is critically ill? "How could it be such a coincidence!

She had just visited him yesterday, and today he is critically ill. Murong Qianqian is the same.

"I heard that the county lord went to deliver medicine to His Royal Highness the Seventh yesterday?"

Lingyu nodded: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ordered me to visit His Royal Highness the Seventh and brought him a bottle of elixir......"

"His Royal Highness the Seventh has been poisoned." The official of the Zongren Mansion interrupted her.

"What?" Lingyu's eyes widened, "How could it be, yesterday the prince asked me to come and invite me to the Tai Hospital to treat His Royal Highness the Seventh......"

"This is the prince's intention, His Royal Highness the Seventh is critically ill, the prince ordered you to be there in person, and now that you have arrived in person, even if His Royal Highness the Seventh is dead, it has nothing to do with you!"

"......"

"It's nothing, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is already waiting outside!"

Lingyu had no choice but to follow to the county office and met a person at the door.

"You are?" Lingyu asked coldly.

"I'm here to pick you up." The man smiled, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to invite you to a cup of tea." “

Lingyu frowned: "No need. “

"Miss Lingyu, aren't you curious about what's mixed in the tea that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince invited you to drink?" The man smirked, "This is your favorite tea." “

"What does that mean?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked me to tell you where the evidence of your murder of the Seventh Prince and the Fourth Princess is, it all depends on how you decide."

Lingyu's heart was slightly cold.

"The news that the Seventh Prince is seriously ill, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already known, and a funeral will be held in the near future. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince hopes that you can attend the funeral, I wonder what Miss Lingyu thinks? The man asked.

Lingyu's face instantly turned pale, and her body almost fell.

The man helped her: "Are you okay?" “

Lingyu shook her head and barely squeezed out a smile: "It's okay." “

Lingyu left in a hurry.

Murong Qian's death, the prince's sudden invitation...... She felt as if she had fallen into a game.

She originally thought that at this banquet, only the crown prince and the seventh prince Murong Cheyu were just metaphors, but now it seems that it is not so simple.

"Brother Prince, Miss Lingyu, will she come?" Murong asked a shallow personal maid.

The prince snorted coldly: "She is Murong Che's person, how can she help Murong Che Yu!" It's too late for her to hate him! “

When the maid heard this, she suddenly felt a little apprehensive in her heart.

The prince's speculation is not unreasonable......

"His Royal Highness the Prince, is Miss Lingyu really not coming? So what does she mean? Does she really not care about the life or death of the Seventh Highness? “

"Lingyu is our best chess piece, and now that the chess piece is invalid, we have no use value." The prince said grimly, "I want to see how dare this woman dare to go against me?!" “

The prince's eyes flashed with mad hatred.

"Lingyu girl, please come in!"

A gorgeously dressed woman stood in the doorway and respectfully invited Lingyu into the house.

Lingyu walked in, only to find that there was another person in it!

Her pupils constricted.

The news of Murong Qianqian's death had already spread all over Kyoto City, she originally thought that Murong Cheyu's death was fake, but now it seems to be true!

"Lingyu girl, please come here." The beautiful woman in the costume guided her to the backyard.

Lingyu was full of suspicion, but she did not refuse the woman's proposal.

Lingyu followed the woman into the backyard and found that it was full of all kinds of flowers, full of life.

The woman stopped and turned to look at Lingyu.

"Girl, these flowers can cure all kinds of poisons, if you need them, just pick them, the slave and maid will watch from the sidelines, and they will never disturb you!" The woman said.

Lingyu's heart was more vigilant: "Thank you." “

The woman smiled and left.

Lingyu looked at the purple and red, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, can these flowers really cure all diseases?

Her gaze fell on a huge ginkgo tree.

This ginkgo tree has grayish-brown leaves, a stout body, a towering crown, lush foliage, and lush foliage. The trees have many red leaves, and some even have a ruby-like fruit hanging from them.

These fruits have a deceptive fragrance that is intoxicating.

Lingyu's heart moved.

I wonder if the fruit of this ginkgo tree can cure Murong Cheyu's poison?

She took a few steps closer and took a closer look at the ginkgo tree.

There are many red fruits on the trees, some of which are ripe, and you can faintly see the pink flesh inside.

A smile appeared on the corner of Lingyu's mouth.

Now that she has arrived, she can't go home empty-handed.

Every fruit on this tree, she wanted.

Lingyu crouched down and gently stroked the trunk.

"It's beautiful, and the fruit of this tree is also very attractive...... I wonder if I can eat one to increase my strength? Lingyu muttered.

Just then, a voice rang out.

"I'm sorry, this tree already has an owner." A warm voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of laziness.

Lingyu looked up in surprise and saw Murong Cheyu.

He sat on a stake, his face pale, but his eyes were still clear, only a little more tired.

"Murong Cheyu?!" Lingyu looked at Murong Cheyu in shock, "Why are you ......?"

"How come I didn't die?"

Lingyu's heart jumped, and her face turned white.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to eat your blood fruit." A faint smile crossed Murong Cheyu's lips, "It's been a long time since I've tasted blood. “

"You! Vile! "Lingyu is angry.

"I just want to find some blood food to fill my stomach, I don't mean anything else, don't worry, I won't hurt you, I just ate your blood fruit." Murong Cheyu said with a smile.

"Murong Cheyu, you dare to touch me!"

Murong Cheyu's smile became brighter and brighter: "What do you say? “

"I'll kill you." Lingyu said through gritted teeth.

"Hehe, then you can try it." Murong Cheyu smiled more and more happily.

"You think I won't dare kill you?" Lingyu's eyes shot a cold glow.

"If you don't believe me, you can try."

"Don't you dare?" Lingyu draws her sword.

Murong Cheyu looked at Lingyu with a smile, looking like he was watching a play.

Lingyu clenched the long sword in her hand.

"Lingyu girl, are you sure you really want to kill me?" Murong Cheyu asked.

Lingyu didn't speak, she didn't know whether to believe Murong Cheyu or not.

She was faintly worried in her heart, worried that Murong Cheyu was suspicious. But if she didn't do it, how could he give up such an opportunity?

Lingyu hesitated, and the sword in his hand did not stab out for a long time.

Murong Cheyu smiled and said: "My life is in your hands, if you really kill me, then I can't help it, I can only blame your bad luck......

"Shut up! You don't have to scare me with your life! Lingyu said coldly.

Murong Cheyu stopped talking and continued to admire the spirit jade.

Lingyu gritted her teeth and swung her sword towards Murong Cheyu!

Just as Lingyu was about to stab Murong Cheyu, her wrist was grabbed by Murong Cheyu.

Murong Cheyu's hand was very strong, and she felt as if her entire arm was about to break.

Lingyu struggled, but to no avail.

"Murong Cheyu, what do you want?!" Lingyu said angrily.

Murong Cheyu slowly let go of her hand and looked at her with complicated eyes.

"Your wrist is beautiful, it's a pity." Murong Cheyu sighed.

"You bastard!" Lingyu stared at Murong Cheyu with resentment.

"Am I a bastard? I'm just saving you. Murong Cheyu said indifferently.

"I don't need your mercy! You're doing this just to get something out of me. Murong Cheyu, don't show your true colors! Lingyu sneered.

"Yes, you are smart, and I do want something from you, but I am not pitiing you." Murong Cheyu smiled and said, "Your wrist is so beautiful, why don't you play with me for a few days." “