Only you: King's crazy concubine

Baifeng had never seen such childish Xuanyuan Zimo. For a moment, he felt a little fresh. His eyes turned and pretended to be obsessed with Gu Qingyan. "Who said, Junqing doesn't have a sweetheart yet. Maybe he likes me."

"White maple." Xuanyuan Zimo almost gnashed his teeth and read his name word by word. His skin itched and dared to flirt with his woman.

Gu Qingyan had no resistance to the grievances and grievances in his eyes, and came forward to mediate, "well, doctor Bai, just tell me what you have."

Bai Feng felt the back of his head with embarrassment. His tone was cautious, but it contained sincerity and supplication. "Young master Junqing, can you tell me the preparation of Yulu pill?"

Gu Qingyan frowned and didn't answer for a moment. Xuanyuanzi Mosheng was afraid of her misunderstanding and hurriedly said, "Yan'er, if you don't want to, you don't have to force yourself. Bai Feng is also a miracle doctor. He has some skills."

"Yes, yes, you don't have to force it." Bai Feng also understood. After all, every doctor has his own exclusive prescription. It's an iron rice bowl. It's also right not to spread it.

Gu Qingyan smiled. "You misunderstood. Most of the herbs used to refine Yulu pills are very expensive, and they are rare herbs. They are three kinds of poison. Taking them for a long time is also harmful, so I wonder if there is a better way to suppress voodoo."

Hearing the speech, Bai Feng patted his thigh as if he had found a confidant. He said angrily, "it's not true. I told uncle Mo that the old man didn't listen. Now, his body is a container for poison."

Xuanyuan Zi Mo didn't care and said, "time doesn't wait, and those people won't give you ready time."

"You just don't take your life seriously. I'm not surprised if you die somehow one day." Bai Feng scolded.

Gu Qingyan knew the doctor's helplessness and worry when he met disobedient patients. He nodded in agreement, "if you need to poison next time, just cut open his stomach and take it, and it's fresh."

"Hahaha, someone can cure you." Bai FengSi did not hide her gloating in her eyes and said with a smile.

Xuanyuan Zimo said he didn't want to pay attention to him. He skipped him directly and looked at Gu Qingyan. "If I die, won't Yan'er be widowed?"

"Who... Who is going to marry you." she had never encountered such a situation, which made her a little flustered and stammered.

Xuanyuan Zi Mo said nothing surprising and pretended to be wronged. "Yan'er looked at me and was responsible for me."

"What, you... Have you two reached that point?" Bai Feng was drinking tea and watching a rare play with relish. When he heard his brother's words, he almost took a mouthful of tea and stared at them.

Gu Qingyan twitched slightly at the corners of his mouth, stepped on the initiator's foot under the table, and said calmly, "you think too much. He was poisoned last time. I just took off his coat."

Xuanyuanzi's ink face does not change color. This strength is gentle and soft, just like tickling.

"Oh ~" Bai Feng didn't believe it on his face. He lengthened his voice, and I knew it all over his face.

Gu Qingyan had no choice but to help her forehead. Who would tell her that for Mao people, traditional Chinese medicine is comparable to Hua Tuo's miracle doctor. He is a gossip man.

Xuanyuan Zimo was distressed and didn't want to slander her reputation. "There's nothing between Yan'er and me. I pursue her."

"Know, it's a long way to chase his wife." Bai Feng patted his brother on the shoulder.

Gu Qingyan sipped the tea cup lightly. Well, this tea is very good to drink. It smells delicious.

Bai Feng shrugged and said he could only help.

Gu Qingyan wrote the formula of Yulu Pill on paper and other rare prescriptions. Bai Feng wanted to fly when she got it. She couldn't hide her smile. At the same time, she was moved and sincerely thanked, "thank you." you know, there are few people in the world who can be as selfless as her.

Gu Qingyan shook his head lightly, and his voice softened a little. "No, the doctor's benevolence is to save the dead and heal the wounded. If these prescriptions can save the sick and disabled, they don't waste its function."

Bai Feng looked at Xuanyuan Zimo and winked. It seemed that such a good girl should not be disappointed. Then he left happily with a stack of prescriptions.

The room was quiet for a moment. Gu Qingyan was at a loss for some reason. Even in the face of hundreds of assassins, he had never been so flustered. It seemed that in order to divert his attention, he drank a cup of tea without a mouthful, and his eyes never dared to look at someone opposite.

Xuanyuan Zimo didn't know that she was pretending to be stupid. She sighed helplessly. It seemed that he was too anxious. "I still have some business to deal with. You should have a good rest first."

Gu Qingyan thought he would advance an inch. She continued the topic she had deliberately missed just now. Unexpectedly, he went straight away, frowned and couldn't help humming. Sure enough, the man was unreliable. He talked sweetly one second ago and forgot the next.

Gu Qingyan thought of Ling Le, who were still waiting for her news. One night later, they must be anxious now. Summon a little sparrow, put the written letter paper on its mouth and let it hold it, "send this to Liuguang Pavilion."

Seeing the little sparrow's ignorant little eyes, he softened his heart and touched its feathers, "thank you for coming back to add food to you."

What Gu Qingyan didn't know was that at this time, the people in Liuguang Pavilion drank tea leisurely without any worry. Ling Le yawned, "do you think it's possible for the master and Lord Xuanyuan?"

"It's impossible, Lord Xuanyuan. The dark emperor and the master are more suitable." Zhu Er blurted out that in her heart, the young lady is too hard to take good care of herself. Because of this, she needs a stronger uncle to protect the young lady and take good care of her.

Mo Mei frowned and asked suspiciously, "the dark emperor is murderous and the master is cold as ice. Will they come together?"

"In my opinion, Prince Xuanyuan is more reliable. He looks handsome and is the most beautiful man. But now he is our master, ha ha." Ling Le pretends to be serious, but he breaks his skill in a second.

After laughing, he found that there was only his own voice in the whole room. He saw Mo Mei looking at him with an idiot's eyes, "focus."

Ling Le cleared his throat, "Cough, sister Mo Mei, you see, the dark emperor wears a mask all day. Who knows if he is ugly or handsome? If he is ugly, the master will lose money? Prince Xuanyuan is different. The former war king, the most beautiful man in the world, is inconvenient to move, but at least he knows the root and the bottom, and don't worry that he will bully the master in the future. He can't tell who will bully who What about it? "

"What's the use of what we say here depends on who the master is interested in." Zhu Er poured a basin of cold water and told the truth.