Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

The bone-biting pain caused by the attack of cold poison almost consumed all of Qingyun's energy and spirit, coupled with her preoccupation, she didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, but she was woken up by the sound from outside the house not long after.

"Junior Sister is still asleep, princess, please keep your voice down." Wu Ying's deliberately low tone sounded a bit unfriendly.

"It's almost ten o'clock, why hasn't my sister woke up yet? Is there something wrong? Do you want to invite the doctor to take a look?" Ling'er said with doubts and concerns.

"Junior Sister is fine, thank you Princess for your concern." Wu Ying said indifferently.

"But......"

"Third Senior Sister, let Ling'er come in." Thinking that there are still many things that have not been arranged properly, Qingyun also lost sleepiness.

Hearing Qingyun's words, Wu Ying didn't look at Ling'er again, and quickly walked into the inner room: "Junior Sister, why don't you rest for a while because you are not feeling well?" If it wasn't for the matter of Huyan Hualing and Liang Siyuan, why would the master bother bother?Why did he travel day and night for the past few days, so that the cold poison suddenly broke out?

Knowing that Wu Ying was worried about herself, after all, she had rested for at least three hours after the previous two outbreaks of cold poison. Fortunately, Chen Yu and the others had no reason to suspect her. Qing Yun shook her head slightly at Wu Ying to indicate that she was fine.

After hearing Wu Ying's words, Ling'er, who came in, saw that Qing Yun's complexion was indeed not very good, and there was a trace of tiredness between her brows, and she said anxiously: "My sister is ill, I'm going to call the doctor right away." Run to the outside.

"I'm just not acclimatized, there's no need to call a doctor." Calling Ling'er in time, Qingyun took the cotton handkerchief Wu Ying handed over, washed her face and wiped her hands, and then took the water she handed over to cleanse her mouth. Then let her dress herself up: "Ling'er, why are you here? Where are the two senior brothers?"

"Is my sister really not sick?" Ling'er was still worried.

"No."

"It's fine if you don't have one. Brother Mo and Brother Chu asked Father Wang to invite them to the backyard to learn martial arts early in the morning. I'll invite the two sisters to the dining room for breakfast."

At that time, Wu Ying had already dressed Qingyun, and the three of them went to the dining room immediately.

Along the way, you can see pavilions and pavilions with carved beams and painted buildings standing among the green shades everywhere. The blue sky, white clouds, rockery and flowing water, and the blooming flowers form a beautiful scene. Feel relaxed and happy.

Sensing keenly that there are countless harmless stalkers in the dark, Qingyun and Wuying glanced at each other. They are indeed the battle-tested King of War. rush.

Seeing Qingyun and the others coming, Concubine Zhan smiled and stood up to greet her, took Qingyun's hand, walked to the first seat on her left and sat down: "Did Qing'er sleep well last night?"

She is dressed in a water-blue dress that wraps her exquisite figure, and her ink-like long hair is only tied lightly with a blood-red manzhushahua jade hairpin. Her eyebrows are picturesque and her face is ordinary, but she has an elegant and noble temperament. Concubine Zhan liked it more and more.

Ling'er opened her mouth to say something, but Qingyun held her hand in time, smiled and said to Princess Zhan, "Thank you for your concern, Auntie, Qing'er had a good night's sleep."

It seemed that Qingyun was as refreshing and peaceful as usual, but Mo Xuan had been with her day and night for more than a year, and he still keenly noticed that her spirit seemed to be a little out of sorts. Unable to see his expression clearly, his pretty sword eyebrows could not help but frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

"We are a family, so don't say thank you." Picking up a piece of steamed cod with silver chopsticks and putting it in the bowl in front of Qingyun, Concubine Zhan said kindly: "I asked someone to cook some home-cooked dishes. I wonder if it suits Qing'er's taste?"

"Auntie is bothering, the juniors are really sorry."

"Look at Qing'er seeing someone else again. I'm too happy that you can stay with me, an old woman. Why bother?"

Before Qingyun could speak, Ling'er next to her pretended to be sad and said: "With my sister, my mother and concubine will forget about me as a daughter. I'm so pitiful!"

Also put a piece of steamed cod into the bell bowl, Qing Yun said with a smile: "You are the apple of my uncle and aunt's palm, even if my uncle and aunt forget me, they will not forget you."

"Mother Concubine just likes Qing'er!" Princess Zhan kept adding vegetables to Qingyun's bowl, while blaming her beloved daughter: "If you are half as sensible and well-behaved as Qing'er, Mother Concubine will love you more."

"I was very well-behaved and sensible, but..." Seeing the concubine's narrow eyes, Ling'er wisely stopped talking, and buried her head in her meal.

After many years of husband and wife, how could King Zhan not understand his wife's thoughts?

Looking at Qingyun who was eating the dishes elegantly, his every move was noble and generous, and the king of war was also very satisfied, but after thinking about it, although Princess Jiayi is the righteous daughter of the emperor of Jin, she is deeply loved by the emperor of Jin. The emperor proposed to marry Princess Jiayi as a queen, and promised to love only Princess Jiayi for the rest of his life. Even the Emperor Jin politely declined, so how could he agree to marry Princess Jiayi far away to marry the war prince's son?

"By the way, why didn't you see Feng'er?"

"Feng'er goes to the martial arts field every morning and evening, but it's time to come back depending on the time."

Speaking of her beloved son, Concubine Zhan is full of pride and gratification, but also deeply regretful and apologetic. Feng'er is outstanding in both literature and martial arts. Unfortunately, because of Luo Yi's relationship, Feng'er has an ambition, but has not yet been able to become an official. , not to mention being appointed as an official and a noble to the glorious lintel.

While Qingyun thoughtfully paid back to Concubine Zhan, she recalled in her mind the information about Huyan Huafeng, the heir son of Zhan Wang, that Zi Yiwei had secretly found out.

Huyan Huafeng, who was capable of writing at the age of three, and capable of martial arts at the age of five, won the number one scholar in both civil and military affairs at the age of 16. However, he has made outstanding achievements in the war king, and now the Emperor Liang is jealous. In addition, Huyan Huafeng declined to marry the princess as his wife. For a reason, he was not allowed to enter and leave the court, and he is still at home.

The backyard of the Zhanwang Mansion.

Lan Jue avoided the hidden guards and entered Yayuan without a sound, and when he was about to look for Qingyun, a mellow and cold voice suddenly sounded: "Who dares to trespass into Zhanwang's mansion?"

The plain hand slid towards the weapon at the waist without showing any trace, and Lan Jue turned around slowly.

Not far away, a young man about 20 years old was staring at Lan Jue with a vigilant expression. He had handsome facial features, a pair of black eyes that were as deep as an abyss, a straight nose bridge, and lips that were neither thick nor thin. With a natural rosy luster, a dark blue robe embroidered with gold trim makes the whole person look like a tree, but it also reveals a three-point shocking evil spirit.

After following the princess for many years, Lan Jue has never seen such a beautiful man, the handsome princes, the evil and charming Mr. Mo, the noble Emperor Chu, and the handsome Situ Jingyu. . . . . .All of them are handsome and handsome, although the person in front of him is also handsome, but in Lan Jue's eyes, he is no different from ordinary people.