A pot was thrown out, and several big people who were used to seeing strong winds and waves were stunned.

After a long time, Vice General Zhou reacted, lowered his head and smiled, picked up the iron kettle and returned it to her.

made a big joke, Qingyan was also a little embarrassed, and silently put the pot back into his sleeve.

Du Nanxing didn't expect her to like this kettle so much, and she even hid it back.

Probably seeing her embarrassment, everyone coincidentally pretended not to see it, so don't look away.

Qingyan felt embarrassed and adjusted the position of the pot.

"What do you mean when you say it's not a question of how many buckwheat teeth we have?" Zhongyi turned his attention back to the topic.

Wei Lai and Vice General Zhou also walked in front of her, but Kong Qun wanted to walk farther instead, but he didn't pay attention to the dim sum core that stepped on the ground.

Smack.

The core splattered out.

Elder Kong Qun's white boots changed color.

And his face was as black as his boots.

Entering Chengyang Palace to participate in the banquet, everyone was wearing their best clothes, and anyone who encountered such a bad thing was not happy.

It stands to reason that she should be deeply sympathetic, but Kong Qun's expression is really funny, and Qingyan can't help but laugh.

Although she immediately held back, she was still glared at by Kong Qun.

"Buckwheat can cure autumn eggplant, but as far as I know, when autumn eggplant is made into a potion, the poison effect becomes unpredictable and multiplied."

Everyone has seen the situation of the queen, and so many buckwheat teeth have not awakened when they go down.

"Unless you can absorb the medicinal properties of countless buckwheat seeds at the same time and remove toxins from your body in one fell swoop, it will be like pouring water into a bottomless bowl, and it will never be full."

Qingyan finished speaking in one breath, and found that Du Nanxing had already peeled a pastry core for her.

It's extremely ugly.

"Are your hands clean?"

Qingyan took it, and he didn't forget that he didn't wash his hands.

"You can skip it." Du Nanxing said angrily.

Qingyan threw it away, and when he saw that his face changed, he proudly threw it into his mouth.

Wei Lai glanced at Du Nanxing, curious about his relationship with Elder Fairy Wu.

He has rarely seen Chengyang Kingdom, the king of Nan'an, and he has only heard that he has a strange temper and is elusive.

"Is it enough to absorb countless grains at the same time?" China and Italy are still hopeful.

Qingyan nodded, "There are more than thousands, and they must be absorbed at the same time, and the score is exactly the same." ”

Wei Lai, like Zhongyi, silently looked at the pile of buckwheat teeth that Qingyan took out just now, wanting to see how many there were and how much they were missing.

"There are more than a thousand, and tens of thousands are far from enough." Kong Qun waited to see what else she could do.

His eyes weren't very friendly, and Qingyan frowned, as if he was a little impatient.

"Elder Kong Qun probably forgot what Qingyan said just now, then Qingyan will emphasize again, how much is not a problem, but how to do it at the same time!"

Hearing this, several elders were silent.

Not to mention whether thousands of people can be eaten in one bite, even if they are eaten at the same time, there will be a sequence of transport and absorption.

Qingyan saw that Du Nanxing didn't seem to care about detoxification.

"Why don't you care?"

"What does this king have to do with it?" Du Nanxing asked rhetorically.

"Since you are the prince, Queen Chengyang is your sister-in-law, right?"

Dunanxing hooked the corners of his mouth and picked up the teacup, "I don't have a sister-in-law." ”

Qingyan thought that he didn't take the queen seriously, but he didn't even take King Chengyang seriously.

"You don't like King Chengyang, that's why you're jealous of the queen?"

Qingyan smiled deeply, his eyes rolled around, and he immediately made up a base in his brain. A bloody drama full of love.

Does the king of Nan'an like the king?

Hearing this, Vice General Zhou looked at Du Nanxing strangely.

Du Nanxing was also caught off guard by her whimsical thoughts, and a mouthful of water almost squirted out.

Qingyan laughed out loud, and was proud that his words made these people look like ghosts.

"Is there really no other way?" Wei Lai's tone was low.

Qingyan thought of the antidote recorded in the Potions Codex.

"It's not incurable, as long as you find something, you can concentrate the detoxification ingredients in buckwheat and make pills."

"Concentrate on one in million!" Qingyan emphasized.

"Buckwheat is only effective if it is fresh, and it is useless if it is boiled."

Kong Qun thought she was whimsical and wanted to boil buckwheat into soup, so he couldn't help but remind her.

It would be a pity if something good was cooked by her.

"I'm not stupid." Qingyan rolled her eyes.

She still has a little more basic knowledge of pharmacy.

"It can be condensed without boiling, how can there be such a powerful thing in the world?" He had never heard of it anyway.

The more he said it, the more outrageous it became, Zhongzhi felt that Qingyan just didn't know how to pretend to understand.

If you can't lie, you will be deceitful.

Wei Lai pondered intently, suddenly remembered something, and looked up at Zhongyi suddenly.

The two seemed to have experienced something at the same time, one looked at each other, and a flash of clarity flashed in each other's eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, didn't the head of the tomb save Mr. Lu in this way?" Wei Lai asked Zhongyi.

That was hundreds of years ago, when they were young and not yet elders.

"Tomb Dean? Which tomb? ”

Mr. Lu once told Qingyan that there were two former deans of the Qin Painting Academy.

A tomb clock, a twilight clock.

Later, the tomb clock disappeared, and the twilight clock took over the mantle and managed the piano painting school.

But he didn't want to do this, but he couldn't bear to destroy the foundation created by his ancestors, so he reluctantly agreed, and many things were taken care of by the elders.

"The tomb of the mausoleum." Zhongyi explained, looking at Wei Lai.

"At that time, the director of the tomb found a cure in the library of the Qin and Painting Academy."

Wei Lai pondered for a while, "I don't know how to solve it, I'm afraid it will take a little time to find a way." ”

"It doesn't matter, the queen should be able to hold out for two more days."

If you can feed some buckwheat every day, ten days and half a month will not be a problem.

Wei Lai saw that Qingyan was very sure, so he stood up and bowed to her, "Thank you." ”

A thank you contains infinite meaning.

Qingyan was stunned for a moment, guessing that Xu was also from Chengyang, so he cared more about the queen than strangers like them.

Vice General Zhou expressed his concerns, "The last general heard that the collection of books in the Qin Painting Academy is vast, can you find it in two days?" ”

Another question is, is the Academy of Qin Painting willing to let outsiders into the library?

When Kong Qun heard that he was going to the library of the Qin and Painting Academy to find a way to rescue the queen, he immediately became interested.

He pretended to be careless and approached, holding a cup and pretending to drink water, but in fact his attention was on Wei Lai.

The Qin Painting Academy can become the most powerful immortal cultivation academy in the entire continent, and there must be many cheats or exercises that cannot be stolen for other academies.

Even Sanliu, who is inferior to Wu Xian, is on guard against them, not to mention the qin painting.

Although Wei Lai was an elder second only to the dean, he could not decide to bring Wu Xian and Sanliu into the academy's library without permission.

Qingyan saw that Wei Lai was a little embarrassed, and took the initiative to give him advice.

"Elder Wei Lai can find some trusted masters or disciples in the courtyard to look for him."

"Hmm." Wei Lai smiled at her.

"There is another thing, judging from the phantom, the soul bell, the woman's hand and the stubby man's hand, I guess it is the demon touching the leaves and seven feet."

"Touching the leaves of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, beautiful appearance, good at playing the piano and music, like to mix in the Qinglou teaching workshop as a singer."

When Qingyan said these words, he observed the expressions of several people present one by one.

It was found that except for Vice General Zhou, the other elders all had strange expressions.

The cultivation life of the academy is boring, and it is normal for people to go out for decades or hundreds of years, but now it is normal to go outside and open their eyes.

In fact, they didn't think about anything else when they were concentrating on cultivation, just meeting to have a glass of wine in their spare time and listen to music by the way.