The bamboo shadows outside the window, the water vapor blown by the lake wind cannot penetrate the forest, but after all, the air in all directions is fresher, the wind is more quiet, and the swaying emerald green color is also pleasing to the eye.

The sky is not too dark, the top of the mountain is still gilded with the luster of gold melting, but the lights near and far have been brightened, and the honey fragrance of the lanterns and candlesticks when they burn lingers, so that the whole Huiyin Xiangyin Pond is shrouded in a haze filled with cigarette smoke, like the stars in the sky reflecting the world.

Redraw Mei originally just didn't want to disturb, but soon felt that something was wrong, the two of them were neatly dressed, the quilt was not rolled and folded, and the pillow was not pressed under them, not after doing something physically exhausting, they were hugging and resting together.

She approached with the smoke pipe, and after two soft calls, there was still no movement, only the sound of long, peaceful breathing.

So I tried the pulse, heartbeat, and breathing of the two of them again, and sorted out all kinds of possible causes of the situation in front of me.

This noble woman, because of her physical condition, often has some unexpected conditions, such as fainting, coma, or chest tightness and discomfort.

The kind-hearted and enthusiastic Shizi would naturally help, but with his strength at the peak of the eighth grade, he soon realized that ordinary transmission of true qi was useless.

He didn't do his best to convey true qi to other people's armpit acupoints, and as a result, he was sucked dry.

In the end, the man did not wake up, and he himself fell asleep because of the irresistible feeling of weakness at that moment when the true qi was suddenly sucked dry.

The true qi condition that was now being restored in his body was proof of the results of the redrawing Mei's guess.

"What a good boy." There was a look of pity on her face, just like she usually did when she looked at Rong Baobao and His Majesty the Emperor.

It's grown so big, and it's already able to save people, but the method is a little wrong.

"In the future, you have to do what you can to save people, and the true qi of the peak of the eighth grade is insignificant." Redraw Mei stretched out her hand and gently stroked Qin Shou'an's cheek, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle:

"My four junior sisters in the Silent Zhaojian Nunnery, I don't know how many times the degree of true qi is surging than yours, and when they deliver true qi to this person, they don't dare to choose the big acupoint under their armpits."

On the rivers and lakes, the peak of the eight products is already a master admired and admired by everyone, and it is the top handful of people, which can be called a strong party.

However, Kyoto is already full of talents, and heroes and talents from all over the world have flocked here, and many peerless masters have come here to sell their life's learning to the emperor's family.

What he can be proud of is his youth and the time it takes to reach the peak of the eighth grade, there are not many people in the world who are faster than him, right?

Repainting Mei recalled the events of many years ago, Chen Yizhai determined that the physique of this prince is unique in the world, and he is also the only "prescription" for the hidden illness of the Queen Mother.

It's just that the process of using this "prescription" is completely unacceptable, and the prince should have arranged it as soon as possible after returning to Beijing, but the queen mother seems to have forgotten what happened back then, and never mentioned it, but was keen to let the prince leave seeds in the stomach of Rong Baobao or Shengjun girl.

Repainting Mei knows very well the importance of healing the body of the Queen Mother, even if she is the most noble woman in the world, there are some things that she can't help but be willful.

What's more, such a handsome man, the Queen Mother should not be rejected in her heart, but she just feels ashamed.

Giving up her face and reserve, a noble person like her will not agree to it no matter what.

Repainting Mei looked at the wrong silver cloud dragon pattern furnace that had not yet burned the embers, and decided to crush the Spring Festival Baimei incense and stuff it into the smoke pipe.

The Spring Festival Hundred Mei Incense she carries with her is very limited, and if she puts it in the incense burner and burns it, the smell will spread throughout the bedroom, and the effect will definitely be much reduced.

If you put down the bed tent, it will be much better if you only have this bed place.

As for why as a female official in the palace, why she would carry this kind of spice with a name that doesn't sound very serious, it doesn't need to be too strange - when Miss Shengjun used Spring Festival Baimei Incense and Yuntai Tea, it was a repainting of Meijiao.

Living in the palace for a long time, aphrodisiacs, ecstasy, aphrodisiacs, witchcraft, Gu magic, and even room surgery, midwifery, and nursing children, everyone will learn a little bit under the influence of their ears and eyes.

These skills and abilities have nothing to do with Sun Moon Mountain, but it is very coincidental that the sisters of Sun Moon Mountain are interested in these, and repainting Mei will naturally teach them, or exchange and study with each other.

For example, the four masters of the Silent Shokanan are particularly good at making spices, some of them are particularly good at collecting raw materials, some are particularly good at making recipes, and some are even better at recommending spices from person to person.

Hei Ji is interested in drugs, and often worries that she can't be fascinated by others, but will be tricked by herself, especially worried that Hei Ji actually took some Spring Festival Baimei Xiang and Yuntai tea, which can even be put down by the master of the nine products, and Chonghua Mei suspects that Hei Ji will lose her life sooner or later because of this kind of drug.

Repainting Mei now only uses the Spring Festival Baimei Xiang, because her purpose is not to sleep the two people in bed for a day and a night.

Lighting the spices in the smoke pipe, sending the curling aroma into the tent, redrawing Mei took out two "Guanghan Toad Palace Pills" that can replenish physical strength, speed up the blood and qi, and keep the body in an excellent state for a long time.

Naturally, there is the best elixir in the world in the palace, and it is said that the Guanghan Toad Palace Pill can even bring back to life those who have just lost their breath.

Repainting Mei carries it with her, just to be prepared and be able to rescue at a critical time, a Guanghan Toad Palace Pill is equivalent to a life in a sense.

Now with ...... It is also necessary, maybe it can make two people become three people, and it also means that it adds one life.

Repainted Mei went to pour water, fed both of them a Guanghan Toad Gong Dan, just put down the water bowl, and was about to get up, but Qin Shou'an, who was in a coma, suddenly grabbed Repainted Mei's wrist and pulled it.

"Woo ......" repainted Mei Jiao groaned, fell into his arms, his body was soft next to the man's hot chest, and quickly reached out to press his chest to break free, a charm like spring appeared on his cheeks, gently stroked his cheeks, and said pityingly: "Wait for you to work harder......

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The night is dark and shrouded in the mountains to the west and the castles to the east, and on both sides of the straight road leading to Fuxian Lake and the Silent Zhaojian Nunnery, large and small manors and villas are either brightly lit or quiet and quiet.

The dragon guards and the forbidden army were scattered everywhere, like tigers and wolves hunting in the dark, vigilantly peeking around.

The No. A Polo Stadium has ended another hearty game.

The Langya Wangfu women's polo team comprehensively crushed the team of Nanjun Wang.

The chief butler opened the rosewood box, took out the silver ticket and handed it to the king of Nanjun.

Nanjun Wang took it in his hand and patted it, and handed it to Tang Wanrong with a smile.

Tang Wanrong would not be childish and checked the denomination, seal and painting of the silver ticket, and when the two plain white and tender fingers were released, the silver ticket fell into the wooden box on her side like a fallen leaf carried away by the autumn wind.

When King Nanjun turned his head to pick up the tea bowl, the smile disappeared, and a little gloom appeared on his fair and rich face, Tang Wanrong was too greedy.

The king of Nanjun put pressure on Zongzheng Temple, which affected the succession of the prince of Langya, and the queen mother was very dissatisfied with this.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tang Wanrong knocked on the bamboo pole and increased the lottery of the polo game tenfold, Nanjun Wang has always had a good face, how can he not accept it? As a result, I couldn't win a single game.

He always knew that there was a gap between his team and the other party in terms of strength, but he really didn't think that the gap was so big.

In the past, Nanjun Wang's polo team was also a leader in Longyin City, but later one of his confidantes was also obsessed with women's polo, and after adding this confidante to it, the team's strength dropped significantly.

Originally, it would have declined, so why not smile at Bo Hongyan? Every time he had no choice but to lose the game, he won the reputation of Nanjun Wang for spending a lot of money, and he was able to let go.

It's just that now that she has met Tang Wanrong, she lost the game, she lost the silver, and the key is that she can't sell it well, Tang Wanrong will only think that this is what she deserves, and it is also what Nanjun Wang asked for.

"It was a great evening." Tang Wanrong just glanced at the silver tickets in the box of the king of Nanjun, and withdrew with a slight smile, asking people to reward the hard-working team members.

Silver is a trivial matter, the key is to give Langya Wangfu a sigh, Tang Wanrong's order to them is that it doesn't matter if they lose to the polo team in the palace, they can't let Nanjun Wang's side let it go!

"You're having fun, but I can only go back to my room." King Nanjun squinted his eyes slightly, glancing at Tang Wanrong, and his heart became more and more resentful.

I have to say that Qin Heng, a short-lived ghost, really enjoys the romance of the characters in the world.

Not to mention the Oiran who competed with Qin Heng when he was young, as far as the latest one is concerned, the princess of the Western Regions in Wang Xiefengyuelou is mouth-watering.

Although she is a princess of a small country in the Western Regions, she is also a princess, and the king of Nanjun has never tasted the taste of a princess, let alone the princess of the dead country, which adds a different taste.

As for Tang Wanrong, not to mention, she was originally a stunning beauty, but now she has become a new widow and a surviving person, which makes people have evil thoughts in their hearts.

Qin Heng, Qin Heng...... Even if he died unexpectedly, King Nanjun still felt jealous in his heart, and a man's life was enough! If the king of Nanjun can sleep a few more of these worldly stunning, what about the wind immediately?

"The prince still pays attention, the queen mother doesn't like to hear you speak so rudely." Tang Wanrong's face was expressionless, the beam between the Langya Mansion and the Nanjun Mansion had already been concluded, even if the Queen Mother intervened to mediate the recent matter, it would still be impossible to become a close friend of the alliance in the future, Tang Wanrong didn't need to care too much about the other party's face when she spoke.

"Hehe-the Queen Mother is virtuous and noble, but if you even have to worry about a few gossips from the uncle, you will have to worry too much." The king of Nanjun would not show his cowardice in front of Tang Wanrong.

Anyway, as a rich and idle prince, as long as he doesn't covet the position in the court, the more arrogant and lascivious he is, the more comfortable and tolerant the palace is for him.

"That's what you said." Tang Wanrong saw the attitude of the king of Nanjun who was not afraid of boiling water, but she knew in her heart that the king of Nanjun was already a heartless person, and after the title was demoted, there was no outstanding talent among the heirs who could provoke the beam, and the decline of his vein in the clan was almost a sure thing.

The current life of King Nanjun can be said to be a pheasant-headed fox armpit, painting eggs and carving salaries, and it is precisely because of this that there is hardly much savings and property left by future generations.

In recent years, Tang Wanrong has purchased a lot of land and minerals in the hands of King Nanjun under the guise of others, and has gained a lot.

Now Tang Wanrong has taken a fancy to a medicine garden in the Kunlun Mountains that King Nanjun is in, and she originally thought about trying to take it over through this incident, but it is now a little difficult.

The Queen Mother didn't seem to intend to make King Nanjun pay too much, a slight punishment was enough, and Tang Wanrong didn't want to do too much.

The medicine garden still makes Tang Wanrong a little greedy, this is the most valuable and promising industry in the field of mulberry land in Xinqin.

"By the way, sister-in-law, there is one thing I have always remembered." King Nanjun groaned, as if he was speaking.

Tang Wanrong glanced at him, she really didn't like the title of sister-in-law, but she couldn't explain it, she wanted the protection of Langya Palace, and she also wanted the reputation of being innocent and Yun Ying unmarried, how could that be?

"Say it."

"My little nephew, after he succeeds to the throne, the marriage should be brought up, right?"

Tang Wanrong was slightly stunned, and reached out to hold down the tea bowl.

"When the time comes, the palace will definitely let our uncles help ponder and provide some candidates, I have a few good girls......"

King Nanjun was talking, but he saw Tang Wanrong's face gloomy, dark and as if she was wearing the same veil as the Queen Mother, and her originally clear and transparent eyes exuded a cold breath, which made King Nanjun only feel that there seemed to be a cold wind mixed with ice and snow blowing in the spring night.

"Be nosy." Tang Wanrong pressed the tea bowl, the cups were crooked, and the table was messy.

After saying that, she snorted coldly, got up and left without looking back.

The king of Nanjun was stunned for a moment, when the prince of Langya had just returned to Longyin City, it was rumored that he had a big fight with Tang Wanrong, and many people died in the mansion, and it seems that the rumors of discord are also true.

After Qin Shou'an got married, if the Yue family was a strong support, Tang Wanrong would be even more difficult to please, no wonder she reacted so much...... King Nanjun also sneered in his heart, does this stinky girl really want to control the Langya Palace?

After Tang Wanrong left, she gradually slowed down, and some incredible emotions arose in her heart, why was she so angry just now?

It seems that there is no qi cultivation at all.

Is it angry that King Nanjun is nosy, or is it ......

Still is......

Still is...... King Nanjun's words, after all, stabbed the unspeakable secret in her heart, which made her cheeks crimson, like the clouds that were burned shyly.

It's all ...... It's all that Qin Heng, so she had to write such a sentence [Shou'an should marry], so that Tang Wanrong knew that it was impossible, but she still remembered it from time to time, and it penetrated into her heart like venom.

He can't marry, and she can't marry, but when someone else mentions marriage to him, he is so depressed that he gets angry, this should also be a normal person's psychological reaction, right?

It's definitely not that you really have the idea of marrying him in your heart to be so angry, right?

By no means.

Tang Wanrong hurriedly confirmed this, and then breathed a sigh of relief, she was not crazy, let alone a shameless woman, how could she be as ridiculous as Qin Heng.

The only thing she thinks about him now is to draw an elephant on him, and after taking revenge, the obsession in her heart will naturally dissipate, and it is estimated that he will be able to deal with it indifferently when the time comes.

"Princess, have you seen my senior sister?"

Tang Wanrong was absentmindedly pacing and met Hei Ji and Bai Ji head-on.

"Huh? No, I don't. Tang Wanrong shook her head.

"I don't know if it's by the Queen Mother's side, the Queen Mother doesn't know where she went, the banquet didn't appear, and neither did the senior sister." Bai Ji frowned.

As he was talking, he saw the Queen Mother and the repainted Mei coming over from the Zhuxue Building.

The crowd hurriedly saluted.

"No courtesy."

Tang Wanrong raised her head and was about to speak, but she saw that there seemed to be a smile between the eyebrows of the Queen Mother, as if she was in a good mood, the thin bangs trembled gently with the evening breeze, and her delicate face exuded a kind of vitality that seemed to have just been injected, fresh and full.

The white skin is delicate as if there are no blemishes and pores, and the tiredness that would have accumulated in the evening is completely dissipated, and the smile between the eyebrows and eyes gradually converges into a gentle softness, and with the slightly upturned corners of the mouth, a special taste is exuded.

What kind of flavor is it? can't say it, it always makes Tang Wanrong feel that it is because she has not experienced anything, so she only has a hazy feeling, but she can't determine the taste.

"The Queen Mother, the evening breeze is easy to chill, and the cheek muscles that blow are stiff." Redrawing Mei saw the three unemployed women in front of her, staring at the Queen Mother in confusion, and hurriedly reminded implicitly.

The Queen Mother came back to her senses, her eyes drooped slightly, and after repainting Mei to put on the veil for her, a touch of blush climbed shallowly onto her cheeks, wantonly dyeing her neck and earlobes red.

Is it because she has really become a little different?

"King Nanjun has prepared a show to help the fun in the evening, and the palace is trying to see it, will Rong'er go with you?" The Queen Mother looked at Tang Wanrong with a smile.

"Go...... Go on. Tang Wanrong didn't dare to stare at the Queen Mother more, but she was full of doubts in her heart, did the Queen Mother suddenly encounter any great joy?

Generally speaking, she only calls Tang Wanrong "Rong'er" very affectionately when she is very rare.

In the past, the people of the Tang family in Junhai, especially Tang Qingyu, liked to call Tang Wanrong like this, and later the first emperor mentioned Tang Wanrong in front of the Queen Mother, King Langya, and the Regent, and asked them to take care of her more, and they would also call her "Rong'er".

The Queen Mother will not like Tang Qingyu, so she will not like this title that is obviously related to Tang Qingyu.

Unless you are in a good mood and look at Tang Wanrong is also particularly pleasing to the eye and intimate, she will call it so, usually called "Wanrong".

Tang Wanrong hurriedly looked at Redraw Mei, but Redraw Mei just smiled gently as always, and her eyes signaled that Tang Wanrong didn't need to think about it.

Tang Wanrong was relieved.

"The Queen Mother was as happy as if she had hugged her grandson." Shirakhime whispered in the back.

"People are in good spirits when they are happy, in short, the Queen Mother must be happy."

Kurohime clasped her hands in front of her chest, feeling that there was no progress in the "Benefiting Plan" in the short term, and it was difficult for any happy event to make Kurohime feel refreshed, so she frowned and said, "I don't know if we can be cool together?" ”

The two sisters' heartless thoughts, or with the wind into the ears, the queen mother's body was stiff for a moment, inlaid with pearl gold silk black phoenix embroidered shoes, the delicate and soft little feet did not have the landlord to buckle the ground, these two heartless guys! ——

It's only 5000 a day to write, am I going to wilt again? No, no, no, no, I have to cheer up, I'm going to keep trying tomorrow, I'm going to recover! ε＝ε＝ε＝(#д)