Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

Emperor Yanqing came in, "are you ok?"

Is that the poison master lying on the bed? I don't see any secrets.

"Come here." Muyun'an waved, then bent down and pointed to the poison master's face, "you can watch it."

He reached out and took off the mask on the poison master's face.

"This face..." emperor Yanqing saw that something was wrong. He didn't feel it when he was wearing the mask. Now when he took it off, he saw it.

This is a copy of the high priest. It's just a little more childish. It doesn't have the high priest's feeling.

"Do you doubt it?" Muyun'an leaned on the shoulder of emperor Yanqing, "his eye is red, do you know?"

Muyun'an only saw one person in the East whose eyes were red, that was the high priest.

Similar faces and eyes, no one believes that they have nothing to do with each other.

However, one of the eyes of the poison master is black, and the other is covered by the mask is red, which is a different color pupil.

"What does he have to do with the high priest?" Emperor Yanqing murmured.

Mu yun'an held the mask in his hand, then took out another mask and put it on to the druggist. "You stare at him here. I'll go to the high priest to have a look."

If you want to know what the high priest planned with the west, maybe this is the breakthrough point.

The people of western countries have come, and the high priest will certainly not give up.

"You have to be careful." Emperor Yanqing wanted to follow him, but now there is no reliable person to guard the poison master.

"Say it yourself." Mu Yun An wrist a turn, fingertip pinch a pill, "if he wakes up, you give him to eat this."

She worried that emperor Yanqing couldn't deal with the poison master. Although his spiritual power was blocked, his poison was still very powerful. What's more, people in the West were good at using poison.

Now that emperor Yanqing was injured, she was worried that she might be caught by accident, and it would be difficult for her then.

"Well, don't worry." Emperor Yanqing took over and pinched Mu Yunan's fingers.

Although the high priest does not have the spirit power, when Muyun an goes down, he still follows the bodyguard behind him.

The high priest was locked up in the dungeon, separated from the others, and locked up alone.

"High priest, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why have you lost so much weight?" Muyun an a mouth, like before those things have not happened, good friends talk.

"The food is not to my taste." The high priest actually answered, as if accompanying muyun'an to perform the play.

Mu yun'an leans in front of the door. Is this scene familiar?

Isn't that what she was like when she was locked up by the high priest?

However, the high priest was much more cruel than her. After she was locked up, she never went to see her again. She had a lot of conscience, and now she came to have a look.

"Yes." Mu yun'an smiles, and doesn't say that he wants to change the food for him. Just eat it. How can the prisoner ask for so many things.

"The people of the West have fled." Mu Yun An pinched his nails, "if you are waiting for someone to come and save you, then don't think about it."

The people of the West may come again, but they don't want to kill the high priest now. They just want to know about the West from him.

When the West came again, the high priest was useless and could dispose of it.