Concubine's Pond

"Pfft!" The sword qi reverberated, and Qingling's body shook violently, and a mouthful of blood spewed out!

After this commotion, Ming Ruojing, who was in a daze, suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Huangfu Ye with complicated eyes, and his figure leaped away from the stone table like a ghost.

"Qing Ling!" Seeing him running away, Huangfu Ye roared angrily with peerless eyes like demons, his cold and terrifying murderous intent firmly locked on Qing Ling, "Do you know what you are doing!"

How bold!He even committed the following offense!

Qingling, whose body was crumbling, put his sword on the ground, knelt down on one knee to stabilize his figure, his face was pale, and he didn't even reach out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a weak voice: "Qingling is guilty, but if Qingling It is Qingling's unforgivable crime not to stop His Highness, but to let His Highness make a big mistake, regret it and be ashamed!"

Hearing this, Huangfu Ye's cold, devil-like pupils suddenly narrowed, and a dangerous cold light burst out that was sharper than before!

"What do you mean?" His mind dazed by anger became more calm, he smiled coldly, the smile on his face was obviously so charming, but looking at Qingling and Ming Ruojing next to him, as well as falling on the ground and struggling In the eyes of the convulsive and delicate girl, she is undoubtedly the devil of hell.

Even Ming Ruojing, who crawled out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, felt a bone-piercing chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the hairs all over his body stood on end!

"Your Highness, look at her neck!" Qingling turned around sharply, pointing to the neck of a delicate girl who was biting her lips tightly, her face was terribly distorted but she still didn't groan—"The pattern on her neck is Black orchids that only appear when the bone-eating Gu attacks! Tomorrow is the time for distributing the antidote once a month. The subordinate infers that there must be some special ingredient in the thing she just drank, which awakened the Gu insect in advance and caused a backlash !"

Huangfu Ye was stunned, his piercingly cold eyes swept towards the delicate girl, and he saw black and strange orchids on the snow-white neck with all the veins.

A trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Bone-eating Gu worm attack?That is to say... Sha'er didn't do anything to the poppies?Ming Ruojing saw it too, his icy heart jumped violently, his complex and bewildered eyes flashed, and the brilliance of surprise overflowed!

As expected, she would never deceive him, so he said, how could a woman like her deceive him!How could such a thing be done?She is cinnabar, the former emperor's favorite concubine who is famous for her talent, beauty and pure heart!

The gray and cold death energy entangled in his body was swept away by the burst of vitality. He looked at Huangfu Ye whose handsome face suddenly froze with a sneer, "Ye, how do you want to explain this matter?"

"..." Huangfu Ye turned his face coldly, stared at him coldly and emotionlessly for a while, then lightly withdrew the sharp sword in his hand and put it back into the scabbard at his waist.

As the scabbard was slowly unsheathed bit by bit, his handsome face became indifferent, and the aura all over his body was calm and breezy, as if nothing had happened.

"Qing Ling, give her an antidote to Bone Biting Gu, and then, go to the underground wine cellar and get a jar of hundred-year-old flowers to make amends to Senior Brother." He ordered lightly, without apology or other emotions, It was as pale as water, and I didn't even bother to look at Ming Ruojing.

However, the right hand that was tightly wrapped in the bandage and retracted into the sleeve robe was clenched violently over the phalanges, and the bright red color quickly dyed from the surface of the white bandage.

Ming Ruojing was stunned by his actions as if nothing had happened, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he immediately regained his composure, as cold as a black and frozen deep pool, mockingly looked at Huangfu Ye's indifferent expression. look.

The words he said were just the water that was thrown out. Even if he pretended nothing had happened, he still couldn't escape what should happen, and he would definitely not be escaped by him!

Ming Ruojing sneered and sat down again.

And Huangfu Ye, lazily half-lying back on the beauty again, cast his faint eyes on the girl - he knew that if it was a real 'Poppy', the poisoned person would die after three incense sticks. Red spots like fish scales appeared on the face.The poisoned person has no pain and does not feel any abnormality, and after half a stick of incense, these red spots like fish scales will disappear.

"Yes!" Qingling heaved a sigh of relief, not caring about calming down the internal energy that was rushing around in his body, he quickly took out a small gray porcelain bottle from his bosom, and poured out a dark red one the size of a soybean. A small pill, give it to the delicate girl.

After doing all this, he let out a deep breath, stood up and put away his saber, adjusted his breath secretly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned and left - went to the underground wine cellar to get wine.

"Qing Ling, go to the warehouse and get three nourishing pills to relieve internal injuries." Behind him came Huangfu Ye's voice, which could not hear any particular emotion.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for the reward." Qing Ling didn't turn her head, but a touching smile appeared on the corner of her blood-stained lips.

Runling Pill, a precious medicine for treating internal injuries that is hard to come by, it also has the effect of hitting the bottleneck and allowing martial arts to break through the first level... His Highness's warehouse is only in stock... No matter what happens In this way, he did commit the following crime tonight, and His Highness can actually ignore his life and death... Well, it seems that it is worth it to suffer this injury.

Soon, Qingling came back with a well-sealed altar of hundred-year-old flower dew.

Respectfully placing the fine wine in front of Ming Ruojing, Qing Ling quietly stood back behind Huangfu Ye.

The delicate girl on the ground had already gotten up from the ground, although she was in a mess and her face was pale, but the backlash from the Gu insect was finally suppressed.

She stood there quietly, quietly waiting for the final result of the matter, no, it should mean that Huangfu Ye and Ming Ruojing were waiting for the final result.

As time passed by every minute and every second, the girl's pale face suddenly showed a layer of blush, and then it became redder and redder, forming fish scales, densely arranged on the girl's face, shockingly coquettish and weird.

Huangfu Ye's lazy body shook slightly, as if something had finally shattered, a deep pale and powerless coldness oozes out...

"Qingling, I'm going to pick her up for a banquet at Qionghualou." He said softly, under the seemingly calm eyes of Peerless, was the deepest wound.

"Don't forget my Bixiangzhu." Ming Ruojing picked up Baihualu, the smile on the corner of his lips was ironic and sharp, so sharp that it scratched Huangfuye's chest.

"Naturally." Huangfu smiled lazily at night, but without any warmth, he stood up and blended into the night sky like a snowflake from Anshang...

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