Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 350
Qing Yange thought for a moment, and she replied aloud: "Jiu Que sent me a letter not long ago, saying that Hefeng City still has finishing work and will not return so soon. I think the war has reached a critical moment. Don't tell him just yet."

"Princess, why do you want to hide everything? If something really happened to you in the capital, the regent must know and regret it!"

Qing Yuan comforted with disapproval.

Seeing Qingyuan's appearance, Qingyange's eyes flickered slightly, but she finally compromised and said: "I'll tell him when he is about to go back to Beijing."

"But--"

Qing Yuan wanted to persuade her again, but just as she reached her mouth, she was gently interrupted by Qing Yange, she said: "Maybe when he comes back, this matter has already been resolved?"

"... also." Qing Yuan could only agree obediently.

The next day.

Han Mubo finally came to meet Qingyange.

Qing Yange looked at Han Mubo's haggard face, and quickly called Qing Yuan to bring the stewed soup to Han Mubo.

"You probably haven't eaten much, so drink this soup first." Qing Yange said gently.

Han Mubo's eyes flickered slightly, and he stretched out his plain fingers to caress the warm soup pot that night, his face was filled with a touch of tenderness.

"Thank you."

He said.

Indeed, the first thing he did when he came back from the palace was to change out the clothes he had worn out, burn them clean, and sterilize them with a lot of spirits. After finishing all this, he came to Qingyange, and there was no time for dinner .

During this day and night, it can be said that he didn't drink a drop of water.

Seeing that Han Mubo was eating, Qingyange didn't urge him, but took the script and read it with relish.

Han Mubo took a few sips before he stopped. He raised his eyes to stare at Qingyange's alluring face, and slightly curled his thin lips, "Aren't you worried about the situation there?"

Qing Yange replied without changing expression: "Don't worry, don't worry."

"Oh? Really?" Han Mubo asked again.

Seeing that Qingyange didn't answer, he added, "Then why don't you even know that the script is reversed?"

Light smoke song: "..."

Well, she actually cared a lot.

She just pretended to be calm and breezy.

After all, Han Mubo didn't drink a drop of water, so she couldn't just ask around when he was resting.

Han Mubo put down his spoon and said seriously, "The situation is very bad."

Qing Yange's fingers pinching the script were tightened, and the script was wrinkled by her, she bit her lip, and asked: "How bad is it."

"I can't find out the reason at all, and during the time I was staying there, there were a steady stream of patients coming in. I'm afraid there will be no accidents, and soon the whole city will be infected with this disease." Han Mubo said. The voice was very gentle, but the words that came out made people feel trembling.

When Qing Yange heard Han Mubo's words, her pupils shrank, "So, is there really no other way?"

"The symptoms are like a cold and fever. I'll try to see if I can start from this part to solve the problem." Han Mubo thought for a moment, then said.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you." Even if there is no other way, give it a try.

After drinking the last sip of soup, Han Mubo said to Qingyange: "Princess, I need some help now."

"Go ahead." Qingyange knew that the situation was critical now, and the only thing she could do was to satisfy all Han Mubo's demands.

"Prepare as many medicinal materials as possible. I'm afraid that even if they are researched at that time, the storage of medicinal materials may not be sufficient, which may affect it." Han Mubo said seriously.

Qing Yange nodded, "I'll immediately ask people to fetch medicinal materials from several surrounding cities."

"Thank you." Han Mubo smiled, his eyes were as bright as stars.

Qingyange's heart trembled slightly, and a trace of tenderness flashed across her eyes, "This is what I should do, I should thank you, if it wasn't for you, I'm afraid I'm really helpless."

Han Mubo shook his head, his pretty face was coated with a halo, and he said in a gentle voice: "By the way, princess, there is one more thing I need to tell you in advance."

"Say it." Qing Yan sang.

"If there is really no way to develop an antidote, I suggest killing all the infected people and discarding this city." Han Mubo said word by word, very seriously.

His voice was gentle and watery, and his appearance looked like a harmless boy.

But this proposal is extremely vicious.

Qing Yange's eyes widened, and she was already shocked, "Mr. Han, this is the lives of 10,000+ people."

"Princess, if you break it, you must break it, and you will be messed up." Han Mubo reminded very naturally.

Seeing that Qingyange was very entangled, he said: "If the princess can't bear it, I can prepare poison, and then I can declare that they died of this disease, and I can also justify washing away your suspicion, princess."

Qing Yange took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and finally said to Han Mubo: "Let me think about it again, please trouble Mr. Han to make the antidote first."

"Okay." Han Mubo stood up calmly, nodded to Qingyange, and left the palace with strides.

After Han Mubo left.

The whole palace was as cold as an ice cellar.

Qing Yange felt as if she was in a world of ice and snow, she was cold all over, and her eyes flickered slightly.

"Princess, do you really... really want to do this?" Mingyue heard Han Mubo's proposal just now, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

Doing so is simply insane and loses people's hearts.

but--

Qing Yuan had to admit that this was also the best solution.

"No." Qingyange replied firmly.

"Then why didn't you reject Young Master Han in person just now?" Qing Yuan asked.

Qingyange said softly: "I just want him to concentrate on making medicine, without distractions."

"That's it..." Qing Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

She just said that her princess is not a cold-blooded animal.

The corners of Qing Yange's mouth raised slightly, and she said to Qing Yuan, "Bring Gongsun Ye and Feng Yinyin here for me."

"Yes." Qing Yuan replied, and obediently went out to find someone.

Qing Yange looked around, only to see that the clouds in the sky had a feeling of a storm coming, and the blackness covered the entire sky of Kyoto.

It's dark.

Right now, Tianyan is not in the capital.

The only ones she could trust were these two.

Qing Yange secretly made a decision in her heart.

After a stick of incense.

Gongsun Ye yawned, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and asked with some displeasure: "Princess, why did you come here with us? I finally slept with two beauties last night, and my waist is still sore right now. Lie down for a while."

What Gongsun Ye said was to let Qing Yange speak quickly without wasting time.

And Feng Yinyin was also busy scribbling on the booklet, with a careless expression on her face.

(End of this chapter)