In the evening, a person came to the painting room, this person was none other than Situ Nian, the young master of the Situ family.

"Brother He Qiao. Situ Nian clenched his fists slightly.

"Brother Situ, is there something wrong?" He Qiao sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, took out a set of tea sets out of nowhere, made a pot of tea, poured himself a cup, and poured a cup for Situ Nian.

Slightly silent, Situ Nian picked up the teacup, hesitated for a while, put the teacup down again, and said, "I want to ask Brother He Qiao for something, of course, I will pay enough price." ”

"Oh? He Qiao didn't have much interest in what Situ Nian said, but he still asked.

"I hope Brother He Qiao can leave Chang'an City. After being silent for a while, Situ Nian said softly.

"Oh, why?" He Qiao asked with a faint smile as he made tea.

"If Brother He Qiao is willing to leave Chang'an City, he is willing to pay whatever he can. Situ Nian didn't explain much, but offered a price.

He Qiao shook his head and said, "If I want to leave Chang'an City, I will naturally leave, and I don't need you to pay any price." However, I am not ready to leave for the time being. ”

"Brother He Qiao doesn't think about it anymore?" After a moment's hesitation, Situ Nian continued: "I came with full sincerity. ”

He Qiao smiled and shook his head, it was impossible for him to leave Chang'an City, he had a lot of things to do here, so naturally it was impossible to leave easily.

In the end, Situ Nian left Huazhai, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, let alone threaten He Qiao. Seeing He Qiao's resolute attitude, he just sighed lightly and chose to leave.

When Su Mu came to his senses, it was already the morning of the second day.

"Awake?" As soon as she woke up, she heard He Qiao's voice.

"Hmm. Su Muqing snorted, as if she was seriously ill and had not recovered, and her voice was very weak.

She felt that her flesh and muscles were torn, the pain made her spirit a little numb, her body was almost destroyed by the violent energy, if He Qiao didn't make a move, whether she could survive it was really uncertain.

"Rinse your mouth first and drink this bowl of ginseng soup. He Qiao gently helped her up, let her sit on the bed, and brought a bowl of water to feed her to rinse her mouth.

At the entrance of the clear water, Su Muqing felt a bitter smell of blood in his mouth, which was the residual taste of swallowing the demon pill yesterday, and spit out the clear water, Su Muqing reached out and took the spoon and bowl, and drank it silently.

When the ginseng soup entered her abdomen, Su Muqing's face quickly became rosy, and it didn't take long for her to feel that her body had recovered a lot, and her strength had basically recovered.

Although this ginseng soup is not a healing elixir, it is more effective than ordinary healing elixirs.

No matter what kind of pill, if you take it regularly, there will be some side effects, especially the pill used in cultivation, although it can improve your cultivation faster, but your future achievements will be limited, which is equivalent to overdrawing your potential and talent.

As for this ginseng soup, naturally there will be no side effects, this is just a tonic, although this tonic is made with 2,000 years of old ginseng.

If a pharmacist knows that a two-thousand-year-old ginseng has been boiled into a bowl of soup like this, it is estimated that he will be so angry that he will vomit blood, and of course, he may rush over and fight with He Qiao, and then be beaten to death by He Qiao.

"After drinking the soup, take these two demon pills again. He Qiao's voice sounded again, making Su Muqing's hand holding the ginseng soup tremble slightly.

She opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say, did she blame He Qiao? He Qiao gave her all the resources, she wasn't stupid, she knew that those demon beasts were worth a lot. There is also this ginseng soup, she still remembers the happy appearance when He Qiao dug up this old ginseng half a month ago.

She knew that He Qiao was for her good, but the feeling of pain made her body instinctively afraid. If she had a choice, she also wanted to take the demon pill obediently, and wanted to see He Qiao's relieved smile.

However, her trembling hands did not have the courage to stretch out.

He Qiao gently put the demon pill in Su Muqing's hand and turned around.

Behind him was the "gurgling" sound made by Su Muqing clenching his teeth, and he also whimpered and snorted in pain.

After a long time, Su Muqing fell into a coma again...

Intentionally sealing the violent energy in Su Muqing's body, He Qiao turned around and walked towards the door, he wanted to boil the remaining half of the old ginseng into ginseng soup.

Another day passed, Su Muqing woke up again, today Su Muqing's state is much better than yesterday, He Qiao fed her to take the ginseng soup, and she has almost recovered.

Today, He Qiao did not force her to continue to swallow the demon beast Neidan, today, it is the thirtieth day of the lunar month, and tomorrow is Su Muqing's birthday, and it is also the New Year.

For the monks, there is no such thing as a Chinese New Year, and sometimes they go out for months at a time, and they can go out for several years to go out and practice.

This is just the most ordinary cultivator, and it is said that some great cultivators may retreat for many years at a time.

However, after all, this is Su Muqing's first Chinese New Year after leaving the Su family, and he hopes to give Su Muqing a little warm feeling.

However, he really didn't have a clue what to do, and they didn't have any friends in Chang'an City.

Seeing Su Muqing finish drinking the ginseng soup and leaning on the head of the bed, He Qiao walked over and picked up a comb to help her comb her somewhat messy hair.

"Let's go out for a walk together, since I came to Chang'an City, I haven't taken you to a good walk. Helping Su Muqing comb her hair, He Qiao said softly.

"Don't you have to eat the demon pill today?" Su Muqing looked at He Qiao.

He Qiao was silent, gently touched Su Muqing's hair, turned around and walked outside the house: "You clean up and change your clothes." ”

In the afternoon, Su Muqing changed into the new clothes He Qiao bought for her, and the hairband tied on her head all the year round was also replaced by a red bow.

He Qiao took Su Muqing's hand and strolled through Chang'an City.

Looking at Su Muqing, who had a haggard face and a little wooden, He Qiao sighed slightly.

Her nature is to be a lively and active, a girl who is a little hot and a little eccentric, and she hurt her.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was wrong, he was really wrong.

"Qing'er" He Qiao called lightly.

"Huh?" Su Muqing replied expressionlessly.

"I'm sorry. He Qiao whispered.

"......" Su Muqing was silent, his eyes were slightly red.

Looking at Su Muqing, whose eyes were slightly red and his face was pale, He Qiao suddenly made a decision. He directly picked up Su Muqing and flew towards the inner city of Chang'an City.

In that direction, is the Imperial Palace.

"Ah!" was suddenly hugged by He Qiao, Su Muqing subconsciously let out an exclamation, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

The crowd saluted and looked at the strange pair of young girls.

"What are you going to do," Su Muqing whispered eagerly.

"Take you out there for some excitement. He Qiao hugged Su Muqing and flew past the treetops and rooftops in an instant.

"What's exciting?" said Su Muqing a little confused.

"Take you to the palace. He Qiao replied casually.

"Huh?!"

There was another long exclamation.