The princess is still vulgar, the lord please pick me up

Chapter 1201 Compromise (1)
"What did you say? Wen Lian found a prescription to control and cure the disease? It's impossible!" Gong Xueliu's first reaction after hearing the news from Yinhuan was that it was impossible.

Yinhuan was also puzzled, "Holy Maiden, it's true. The slaves dressed up as people from the capital and went out for a walk, and found that the panic of the people in the capital has been calmed down by the government. It's because the regent is in the court hall. Openly saying that Princess Yuelian has already figured out a prescription, and it won't take long for everyone to recover, so those people calmed down so quickly."

Gong Xueliu's complexion was gloomy, her eyes gleamed with a gloomy gleam, her hands were tightly clasped together, Chang's nails dug into the tender palms, almost bleeding, but she seemed to feel nothing , a pair of charming eyes full of resentment.

"Impossible! This plague was spawned by the Gu worms I raised. It is impossible for anyone else to cure it except me. How could Wen Lian have a prescription?"

No matter what, Gong Xueliu never expected that she would start such a mess with full confidence, and was ready to end it just after it started?Wen Lian actually has a prescription to control the epidemic?She doesn't believe it!
This disease was created by her alone. South Vietnam has never even seen this disease. How could Wen Lian have a prescription?At the beginning, in order to prevent accidents, she added something to a common epidemic disease, and it became the epidemic disease found in the capital city today. Except for the prescription for controlling and curing it in her hand, the others simply did not Impossible!

If Wen Lian has it, unless the people around her betrayed her!
Thinking of this, Gong Xueliu's cold eyes shot at Yinhuan beside her.Yinhuan was still thinking about how the Princess Yuelian had the prescription that only a saint would have, when she suddenly felt an unusually cold gaze on her body, the feeling of being like a light on her back made Bank Looking over reflexively, meeting Gong Xueliu's sinister gaze, Yinhuan took a step back involuntarily.

"Saint, saint, saint, why, why do you look at Yinhuan like this?" Yinhuan asked, stroking his chest.

There was a strange light in Gong Xueliu's eyes, she stared at Yinhuan, and asked softly: "Yinhuan, why do you think Wen Lian has my prescription? I'm the only one in this world, right?" ?”

Yinhuan didn't know why the saint asked that, but what the saint said was indeed correct, so she nodded and said, "The saint is right, indeed only the saint has the prescription for this disease."

"Then why do you think Wen Lian has it? Did someone betray me?" Gong Xueliu asked suspiciously.

Yinhuan was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what the saintess meant, knelt down with a thud, kowtowed reverently, and said anxiously: "Holy maiden, this servant never betrayed you, even if this servant betrayed the whole world, I wouldn't Those who betrayed the saint, please trust the slave! In the slave's heart, the saint is more important than the slave's own life, how can the slave do such a thing that will be punished by the gods?"

"Yinhuan, look up at me, and confess to me, have you betrayed me?" Gong Xueliu's soft voice was like whispering between lovers.

But Yinhuan shuddered all over. Although she really didn't betray the saint, the appearance of the saint still made her feel scared and scared involuntarily.

Yinhuan bit her lip and slowly raised her head to meet Gong Xueliu's gaze. There was an inexplicable light shining inside, which attracted her gaze so tightly that she couldn't move it away, as if something was firmly attached to it. Pulling her, she sank deeper and deeper in the deep pool, deeper and deeper, her eyes were loose, as if her soul had come out of her body.

(End of this chapter)