The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Murongxue stood by the ditch, watching the figure of the two gradually walking away, and a meaningful meaning flashed across his eyes.

The reservoir collapsed, the people were poisoned, and Gong Qianyu's detoxification and rescue efforts spread throughout the streets of Beijing in a very short time.

The people admired the extraordinary prince His Royal Highness, and praised the streets and alleys. Gong Qianyu's prestige in the folk was like having wings, rising straight ...

In the cool breeze, Murong Xue sat in the pavilion of the other courtyard, picked up a silver needle with a golden tail, and gently plunged it into the acupuncture point on the middle-aged man's leg, twisting gently, a warm current from the silver needle Poured up, and quietly flowed into the man's acupuncture, quickly removing the remaining poison on his legs.

Murong Xue's eyes were faint. When she used the silver needle for the first time, she discovered that this set of silver needles had a magical detoxification effect, and it was used to detoxify with half the effort.

The man lay on the recliner, stretched his long legs, and rested his head on the back of the chair. He praised Gong Qianyu loudly: "I ca n’t think of this arrogant prince, his ability is so extraordinary. It doesn't matter, he just needs to give a short order to let the officials execute, and with his current ability and determination, he can be a Mingjun ... "

"However, the people of Nanjiang are really right now, relying on themselves to be good at using poison, and poisoning if they don't move, poisoning, poisoning, and people who don't know how to poison are also suffering ..."

Murong Xue blinked: "Isn't Uncle Nanjiang?"

"No!" The middle-aged man shook his head: "I heard that the people of Nanjiang were good at detoxification, and I just ran to Nanjiang. I was going to ask an expert to detoxify me from my legs."

"Where is that uncle poisoned?" Murong Xue asked casually, continuing to twist the silver needle.

"Bianguan." The middle-aged man said lightly.

"But at the border with Qingyan in southern Xinjiang?" Murong Xue took his words slowly.

"Why do you say that?" The middle-aged man looked at her puzzled.

Murongxue smiled gently: "There is a poisonous grass named Huicui in the poison of the uncle, this poisonous grass only grows at the foot of Qingyan's Wuyun Mountain ..."

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed a shock, and disappeared without a trace. He looked at Murong Xue momentlessly: "Did you read it right?"

"Absolutely I can't be wrong. Apart from understanding poisons, the best thing I can do is to identify poisons and poisonous weeds. Even if countless poisons and poisonous herbs are mixed together to make soup, I can recognize it from the smell of soup and the smell of it. What materials did it use! "Murong Xue said leisurely.

Looking at the increasingly ugly face of the middle-aged man, she frowned lightly. He didn't seem to like to listen to poison, so she didn't say much.

"The main ingredient in the uncle's poison is the various poisonous grasses growing in southern Xinjiang. Huicui is only an aid. The poison contains the poisonous weeds of southern Xinjiang and Qingyan. I guessed that the uncle was against Qingyan in southern Xinjiang. The poison in the border pass, if you guess wrong, do n’t be surprised ... ”

"Naturally not." The middle-aged man smiled slightly and looked up at the clear blue sky: "I have been to southern Xinjiang for more than half a year, and I have visited countless detoxification doctors, but no one can relieve me of the poison on my legs. It is also my luck to meet such a detoxification holy person ... "

"Uncle Mizan, my detoxification technique is only a little clever, and should not be called the detoxification holy hand!" Murong Xue said leisurely, his eyes flashed: "Uncle has been in southern Xinjiang for so long, you can hear anything interesting thing?"

"Interesting thing ..." The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows: "The people in the capital talk most about it after tea and dinner. Apart from the emperor, it is the Chi Palace of the Rui Palace. He is gentle and elegant. Good reputation and prestige. "

"However, no one expected that Aoman's uterus Qianyu would attract the Yangtze River water and solve the most difficult drought in southern Xinjiang. What a blockbuster, by contrast, the things that Gong Qianze did in the past are completely small. It ’s not worth mentioning ...

After a round, he began to praise Gong Qianyu again, but what Gong Qianyu did was indeed very peculiar, dazzling and worthy of praise.

Murong Xue sighed softly and pulled out a silver needle on the middle-aged man's leg, blocking the veins for a long time, and a burst of heat flowed in the veins and quickly flew. The whole leg said Incomparable warmth, comfort ...

Middle-aged man flashed a trace of ecstasy at the bottom of his eyes, looking at Murong Xue excitedly: "Girl, my leg ... well ..."

Murong Xue smiled gently: "Yu Po has been cleared, but the uncle hasn't walked with his legs for a long time, and the muscles on his legs have shrunk. It takes more exercise to be able to walk normally."

"Thank you." The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with irresistible joy: he had no hope of returning to normal, and he never expected to stand up again ...

"Uncle, don't be polite, I took the uncle's silver needle and detoxified the uncle should be." Murong Xue smiled and shook the silver needle in his hand ...

Middle-aged man smiles: "Thank you too ..."

"Girl Murong, this is from a small inner servant!" Xun Feng walked over, striking a gold stamp on both hands.

Xiao Nei?Not just the eunuch in the palace?The invitation they sent in person ...

Murongxue's eyes glared, took the invitation, opened it quickly, and carefully browsed the content above. His cold eyes flashed a little dignified, and the bright little face sank slightly ...

When middle-aged men see Murong Xue, her look is always faint, just like she didn't put anything on her heart, and she looks so dignified, he is the first time to see it, and he can't help but ask: What? "

"This is an invitation from the Royal Palace, inviting me to join the palace tomorrow for a banquet!" Murong Xue said lowly, his dark eyes narrowed slightly.

"Into the palace to attend the feast?" The middle-aged man's eyes glared: "Do you know the people in the palace?" The palace is not for anyone who wants to enter, but can receive an invitation from the palace, but not an ordinary person ...

"Knowing one or two ..." Murong Xue carelessly perfunctory, the palace of Nanjiang that she is most familiar with is Gong Qianyu. The emperor and palace Qianze have also seen her, and the friendship is not deep. Why did the royal family of Nanjiang suddenly think of giving her Please post it below ...

"Are you going to the palace?" The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, looking at Murong Xue lightly, with a dark flash in his sharp eyes.

Murongxue's eyes sank, and he looked up at the glittering bronzing in his hand. The corner of his mouth curled up with a beautiful arc: "It's okay to sit in the other courtyard, just go and see it in the palace of Nanjiang."

She has been to the Qingyan Palace many times, but she has never seen the Nanjiang Palace, so she went to the banquet to see how the banquet in the Nanjiang Palace is different from the Qingyan Palace ...