General is a Villain

Flattery is used to regulate relationships, but flattery is also taboo.

Yi Xiaoqiao raised it like this. No wonder Lin Yi has such a subtle look. He may think Yi Xiaoqiao is a little crazy because he can't get Mu Yian for a long time.

"This medicine is also xichui's medicine. It's equally rare." Lin Yi euphemistically expressed the meaning that he was not easy to get.

"Well..." Yi Xiaoqiao thought, "forget it, when I didn't say it."

Lin Yi tangled: "why do you ask this?"

Mu Yi'an looked up at Yi Xiaoqiao, with an unspeakable look on his face, full of curiosity.

Yi Xiaoqiao smiled and said, "when I was in the Cuifang Pavilion, I heard them mention that I thought Mu Yian's poison was this kind of poison, didn't I?"

Lin Yi thought and shook his head: "of course not."

Flattery is just a medicine that puzzles people's minds and allows men and women to combine. It has no impact after the combination, and this poison is a real poison and can be fatal. Of course, he doesn't need to explain this, otherwise he will be scolded by Mu Yi'an again.

"Have you rested? Let's go home." Yi Xiaoqiao held out his hand to Mu Yian.

Mu Yi'an looked at her hand, then moved his eyes and stood up.

"I'll ask elder martial brother to go to xitui and help you find the antidote as soon as possible. You can stay at ease recently. Don't fool around." Lin Yi whispered instructions.

Mu Yian nodded.

Yi Xiaoqiao said nothing, but she knew that the antidote could not be found.

There is only one bottle of antidote in the book, which was thrown by Gan Yu. Now I don't know where the antidote is. Is the person who poisoned really a person of the blood lotus sect? Those men who look like women

Yi Xiaoqiao shook his head and threw the messy ideas out of his mind.

"Come up." Yi Xiaoqiao got into the car first and then extended his hand to Mu Yian.

Mu Yi'an looked up at her, smiled and said, "I'm not so weak. I don't have to be supported by my wife when I get on the bus."

Refuse her again?

Yi Xiaoqiao took back his hand: "well, come up by yourself."

She took the lead in getting into the carriage and sat in the innermost corner. After waiting for a moment, the carriage began to walk slowly, but mu Yian didn't come in.

Yi Xiaoqiao moved to the door and picked up the curtain to look. He saw Mu Yian leaning on the carriage and closing his eyes. Maybe he noticed her eyes. He opened his eyes and looked over.

His eyes were opposite. His eyes had never been soft, as if they were a clear spring, which could surround the whole person, and then constantly infiltrate her body and soul.

Yi Xiaoqiao opened his mouth, but found that his throat was stuck and speechless. She felt his silent tenderness and tenderness. Her heart was so soft that it seemed to melt.

The doubts, sadness and fears of the past all turned into gentle tenderness, lingering in her heart and winding her heart tightly, which could not escape any more.

Mu Yi'an reached out and gently rubbed her hair: "stay inside and don't come out in public!"

"...." what is public appearance? Yi Xiaoqiao stared at him and touched his affectionate eyes, but he had no choice but to smile.

Her husband

Always such duplicity.

The falling curtain obscured the two men's sight.

Mu Yi'an covered his beating heart, closed his eyes and forced himself to press down the throbbing.

He still has many things to do and can't die. Besides

Yi Xiaoqiao's almost clear smile appeared in front of him, so gentle and beautiful.

He opened his eyes and a flash of self mockery flashed across his lips.

In this life, I don't want to have children and women, but I am trapped by love after all. This is God's punishment for him.

Since that day, Mu Yian has completely separated from Yi Xiaoqiao.

Yi Xiaoqiao lay on the big bed and couldn't sleep over and over, but this time she was not angry, nor because she missed Mu Yian, but because she was worried. She tried to recall the plot in the book. She really didn't think of any other antidote except the bottle of antidote broken by Gan Yu.

Is there really only one bottle of antidote in this world?

Will there be another bottle? Besides, who makes poison only makes one bottle of antidote? Shouldn't this kind of thing be mass produced?

She turned over. The antidote and poison were obtained from the female Lord Princess qianmei. Now the female Lord hasn't appeared, and I don't know if she still has the antidote of this thing in her hand.

Maybe you can go to Beijiang to see her?

But now she is just a princess in Northern Xinjiang. She should not have left the Imperial Palace in Northern Xinjiang. Did she really get this bottle of medicine?

Sitri, this medicine is from sitri.

Yi Xiaoqiao covered his eyes and thought. He felt that he still had to do both. Maybe he should ask someone to investigate separately.

"Can't sleep?"

Yi Xiaoqiao was stunned and moved his arm.

The room was dark. Only the bright moonlight came in from the half open window and threw it in front of the bed. The moonlight sprinkled on him, softened the angular face and lengthened his shadow.

Yi Xiaoqiao sat up with his thin quilt: "Why are you here?"

"I want to see if you're asleep." Mu Yian sat down by the bed: "go to bed, I'll watch you."

He didn't lie down. He just sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her and didn't see her, or he didn't dare to see her. He boasted of strong self-control, but every time he saw Yi Xiaoqiao, he couldn't help it.

Yi Xiaoqiao knew that he was worried that he couldn't sleep, so he came here specially, so he pursed his lips and drew a smile: "thank you, Mu Yian."

"No, you're my wife."

His voice was so flat and quiet that she knew what he said was a fact, but her heart seemed to drop a falling stone and ripple endlessly.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked at the slightly shaking gauze curtain. After the gauze curtain, her husband sat upright, like a piece of white jade, a broad back, a straight spine, and black hair scattered behind him like a waterfall. Occasionally, the wind brushed his hair tip from the window, like a feather falling on his heart and itching gently.

She stroked the pillow and whispered, "Mu Yian, I'm sorry."

She doesn't know what's wrong with herself, but she thinks she should say so. She owes him an apology.

Not because of Han Youjun, but because of his intentional ridicule.

"Madam, it seems particularly sad today." He was really not used to it. He smiled and whispered, "it's not a big deal, madam. Don't care."

How can he be indifferent? If he can't use martial arts, he will lose his hands. Won't he be slaughtered at that time?

You'll die if you're not careful.

If so, we still have to find the antidote quickly.

"There is a princess named qianmei in Northern Xinjiang. Has your husband heard of it?"

Mu Yi'an thought and shook his head: "no, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, just ask."

"If madam wants to know, just ask them to explore." Mu Yi'an smiled and said, "it's just Northern Xinjiang."