My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

In less than a cup of tea, joy turned to sadness.

Intermittent cries came from inside, and the doctors in the corridor bowed their heads and knelt down, not daring to breathe out.

Ning Junzhan held the crying baby in his arms, his face as pale as paper about to be crushed. From the time he married and had a daughter until his wife passed away, he and Zhou Ningzhu probably didn't even exchange a few words.

Like a puppet being pushed forward by an invisible hand.

"Your Highness, my condolences."

Thinking of Zhou Ningzhu's last words, Yan Conling's footsteps silently stopped at a distant place.

"Miss Yan..."

As if he noticed something, the corners of Ning Junzhan's lips moved. The wind blurred his voice, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly. "I have to bother you, girl, to take care of this child more..."

The copper bell under the eaves tinkled softly.

His heart skipped a beat, and Yan Conngling turned around suddenly, but the figure of the other party was already lost in the crowd.

Full of confusion, she left the Prince's Mansion and saw Bai Shu waiting for her under the shade of a tree.

"Pity."

The woman walked to her side with a bamboo stick and sighed softly, "You are so young..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the enchantress came out of the bracelet. Her figure was much firmer than before, and the white bones under the bright red wedding dress had regenerated blood and flesh. If his feet weren't floating in the air, it would be hard to see the ghostly aura.

She said hurriedly, "The Queen Laoshizi who came today!"

"I know." Yan Conngling nodded and continued to move forward, "I already know it, so Sister Bai Shu leaves it to your protection."

"You know? There is also the prince!" She took a few steps to catch up, and the female charm reached out to support her shoulders, "Sir, I feel that there is something wrong with the aura on his body!"

At this time, Yan Conngling stopped.

The succubus died at the hands of Empress Wu, and she had been resentful for many years. In addition, she was also considered evil, so she was very sensitive to such auras.

"There is evil in him."

The red dress fluttered, and a hint of irritation appeared on the charming face. "The imperial concubine hated the slave family. She tried almost all torture methods on the slave family."

"So the aura slave is very familiar with it. It's the jar of poisonous insects she raised."

"insanity?"

The noon wind was sultry, and Yan Conling's face was solemn and cold.

If this is the case, then the prince's drastic change in temperament can be explained. But so far, Ning Junzhan's poison has never appeared, and he doesn't need to use the blood lake to suppress it like Ning Fengli did.

I think this Gu mostly has a control effect...

Ever since he knew Queen Wu's true identity, he no longer believed that the prince was her biological son.

"Ling'er, don't worry." Bai Shu took two steps forward to hold her hand, "Everything in the world is interdependent and there is always a way to solve it, and Queen Wu is not the only one who is proficient in the art of Gu..."

She lowered her voice and said, "The father and son you asked me to pay attention to last time will be here in the afternoon. By chance, I asked about it and found out that their clan is good at all kinds of thaumaturgy. Maybe they can find a way."

Although Yan Conling did not ask her to diagnose and treat the Seventh Prince, she told Ning Fengli's situation.

No matter how talented she is, Bai Shu is just a mortal girl and there is nothing she can do with these spells. She has always been concerned about illness, and if she can't do it herself, she doesn't stop asking others to ask about it.

Considering that the last time she and her two senior brothers were together, they chased people to pieces with ferocity. Yan Conling was still very self-aware of asking for help, so she went to Mr. Li's stall and packed up two large bowls of deluxe seafood noodles.

But even so, when the child saw her, he was so frightened that he lowered his head and sat on the chair with his neck curled up, like a little quail. His father wasn't much better either. He shivered and almost dropped the tea cup in his hand.

"G-girl..."

His voice was trembling, obviously he had some psychological shadow from the last time he was chased and chopped down several streets.

The corner of Yan Conling's mouth twitched.

She is not a living king of hell...

"What's your last name?"

She pushed the tea cup further in, and the father quickly stood up and saluted, "My surname is Tu."

"Then let's sit down and chat." For Yan Conling, being polite is as simple as eating and drinking. "I heard from Sister Bai Shu that your family is proficient in thaumaturgy?"

"It can't be said to be proficient." The man used his words modestly and cautiously, "If we say what our clan is best at, it's tricks like the one we did last time."

The Tu family has been hiding in a foggy place for many years, where there are many ferocious beasts and poisonous things. In this environment, the skill of escaping and hiding is naturally first-class.

"Doctor Bai has told me beforehand." After taking the bowl of noodles, the man finally relaxed a little and said, "There is a way to solve the Lianxin Gu, but you must use another Gu to draw it out. Otherwise, you will die. Even if the soul disappears, it won’t come out.”

The same answer as Xuanfenghe.

Although it was expected, Yan Conling was still a little disappointed.

"Girl, is there anything else you need my help with?"

The man looked even more anxious than she did, "Doctor Bai said that the girl is familiar with the Imperial Capital and has a good memory. Maybe she can help me keep an eye on my missing sister."

This Bai Shu mentioned before that he turned against him for the sake of father and son. Yan Coniling became interested and asked, "How long has your sister been missing? Also, how do you know that she will be here in the Imperial Capital?"

The kid next to me must be hungry. Two big round eyes like grapes stared at the steaming bowl of seafood noodles without blinking.

Uncle Li always gave her more food. At this time, the thick white soup is filled with prawns and crab roe, and half of the salted duck egg is still dripping with oil, which is very exciting.

Children of this age have limited self-control, but he sat there quietly, only subconsciously looking at his father's expectant eyes, revealing his truest emotions. Yan Conling naturally noticed it, chuckled, and pushed the bowl forward.

"Eat."

The child didn't move until his father's generous and familiar hand fell on his head, then he picked up the chopsticks and started eating the noodles.

The man looked at him with soft eyes, "When my sister was very young, she was accidentally kidnapped when she went out on the street during the festival. My parents were searched for many years but there was no news. But before my father passed away a few years ago, he suddenly found me. I shouted over."

"He told me that children are formed from the bones and blood of their parents, so after he dies, his ashes will be spread on the top of the mountain and whichever direction they float, my sister will definitely be there."

So he found the Imperial Capital all the way.

"As for the other things, I don't remember very clearly." The man shook his head, with years of travel and hardship etched on his face.

"I was too young at the time. If I knew that my sister would not come back from that trip, I would have stopped her at all costs."

Yan Conling, as a practical person, has no time to be pessimistic.

After so many years, his appearance has changed a long time ago, so she asked the latter question first.

"Is there anything that people will remember about your sister?"

The man replied, "Yes."