Ye Lanxi stretched out her hand, took the letter from Rufeng's hand, and slowly opened it.

Rufeng also leaned over, and looked down at the letter she had taken and slowly unfolded.

I saw that the content of the letter read: I want to save Ye Jinlan, tomorrow and tomorrow, when the east city gate is opened, see you at the east city gate, I hope you come alone.

- Youyue City is the border city between Dayou and Beiban.

There are two gates in the city.

From the city gate and the east gate on this side of the Great Youyou Country Border, you enter Youyue City, and then go out from the city gate and the west city gate on the other side, which is the border of the Northern Barbarian Country.

......

Ye Lanxi saw the contents of the letter, she didn't know what she was thinking, so she hurriedly took out the letter she brought out from the General's Mansion from her sleeve pocket and unfolded it, comparing the handwriting.

- Exactly the same......

It was written by the same person.

Whether it is the content of the previous letter "I want to save Ye Jinlan and let Ye Lanxi go to the Junction City alone", or the letter just now that "I want to save Ye Jinlan, tomorrow and the moment in Youyue City, when the East City Gate is opened, see you at the East City Gate, I hope you come alone", the visual inspection is from the hand of one person.

-

Rufeng said: "Princess, it seems that we have been stared at all this way." We are in the light, the other party is in the dark, and our situation is not optimistic. ”

"Hmm. ”

Ye Lanxi nodded his head.

She folded the two letters in half and tucked them into her sleeve pocket.

Then he raised his head, and his cold gaze swept casually over the windy face.

But just as I caught a glimpse, his face was painful.

Seeing him biting his lip tightly and looking like he was holding back and refusing to let himself lose consciousness, Ye Lanxi couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"Hmmm......"

Like a muffled snort in the wind, his consciousness was strong to the extreme, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the wine pot in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Attached: "Princess, in this pot of wine, there is poisonous ......"

Hearing this, Ye Lan hurriedly lowered his head and glanced at his feet.

I don't know what to think, she quickly held her breath to prevent the poisonous gas from entering her nose.

With a small face, he took a step back without a trace.

"Wine is poisonous," she frowned slightly, casually glanced at Rufeng opposite, her face was very calm, and calmly: "But you didn't drink it, what are you afraid of?"

In response to her, there was only the sound of a heavy fall to the ground like a "bang" like the wind.

- He didn't drink the wine.

- But, just as he was outside the door, he lifted the lid and sniffed it.

This poison is colorless and odorless.

He's planted.

The moment he first opened the lid of the flask, he had already planted.

......

I really didn't expect it.

Thinking that he was the commander of the guards of the Southern Palace, he would have such a time when he was accidentally recruited.

Noisy.

It's too unvigilant.

It's really a good skill for nothing.

At the last moment when he lost consciousness, he did not forget to abide by his duties and reported to Ye Lanxi: "Princess, this poison is colorless and tasteless, and it comes from the hand of the divine doctor Thousand Firmaments......

After speaking, his eyes were closed, and he fell into a deathly deep sleep.

"Divine Doctor, Thousand Firmaments?"

Ye Lanxi silently remembered the words like the wind in her heart.

He stood still for two seconds, waved his sleeves, and stepped forward to help him up from the ground and put him on the bed.

"That wine just now is poisonous, but it won't be fatal, at most it will make you fall asleep for a day and a half, you can sleep here." ”

After she finished speaking, she pulled the quilt for Rufeng on the bed again.

After not looking at him again, he turned and touched his chin, looked at the flask that had fallen to the ground, and fell into a moment of contemplation.