Sick Prince and Mad Consort

It must have been the maid. Rong Li was speechless, how could she have accidentally been ambushed? She had been beating the goose all day long, but now the goose pecked at her eyes.

Rong Li heard that but it did not sound like Qin Mang's voice anymore. After a long while, she still sat there stupefied, eating the roasted goose. Even after she finished eating, the sound did not come again.

Suddenly, an evil, devilish laugh sounded, causing the hairs on Rong Li's body to stand on end.

"Qin Mang is already dead, she's dead, hahahahaha." A mournful, encouraging sound in the analgesia ear.

Rong Li could not help but cover her ears and shout loudly, "Nonsense, who are you?"

A strange wind picked her up and carried her into a gorgeous room. The aroma was fragrant and the atmosphere was luxurious.

"Qin Mang?" Rong Li could smell the fragrance of the medicine and knew that it was him.

At the moment, Qin Mang was lying on her back, it was unknown if she was sleeping or dead, in short, she was motionless.

"Qin Mang?" Rong Li went up to him and tried to pull open the curtain. He leaned close to him and pushed him a bit: "Qin Mang, wake up."

Qin Mang actually opened her eyes and sat up, then asked her: "Why are we here?"

Rong Li sighed: "This is the Misty Palace, above the Misty Palace is the cold still pool."

"Did you bring me here?" Qin Mang asked in confusion.

It's a long story. Qin Mang, I knocked you out at the beginning and you let go of the tree. Later on, when you were fighting with the seven-robed man, you were brought here by the black-clothed man.

"This place doesn't seem too bad. As long as there's food and drink, I don't care where I am anymore." After Qin Mang finished speaking, she laid down again and stretched her back lazily.

"Qin Mang, you don't have any fighting spirit left, do you still have to cure the poison in your body? Martial Imperial Manor is still waiting for you to return."

"Sigh, there will always be a death for people. If they die early, they die late. It doesn't matter where they die."

"No!" Rong Li shouted, then stepped forward and pressed on Qin Mang's sleeping point, preparing to get him to sleep, and then took him away. Who knew that Qin Mang was already prepared for this attack, she took the opportunity to pull on Rong Li's wrist, causing him to lose her center of gravity and fall onto his body.

With a crack, the bed caved in. At the same time, the two of them fell into an unknown hole. He fell to the ground, on the verge of death. Only after a long time did he regain his composure.

This time, it was Qin Mang who woke up first. She endured the pain on her back and shouted: "Yao'er? No, Rong Li, Rong Li? "

Rong Li snorted and said: "I'm here."

Qin Mang struggled over and asked: "How are you? Are you alright? "

"Didn't you say that? It doesn't matter where you die. " Rong Li actually dared to insult Qin Mang at this time.

Qin Mang laughed, and could only remain silent.

The two of them lay in the dark, not knowing what to say to each other.

"Actually speaking, of course it's better to live," Qin Mang said after a while, "But some people's lives are not within their own control."

"I understand what you mean." Rong Li said: "You don't need to say anymore, lie down and don't move, rest your mind. "I'm going to find a way out." Rong Li got up.

Qin Mang was still lying on the ground, listening to her footsteps. He watched her back as she swayed slightly in the darkness.

Ever since he was young, Qin Mang rarely trusted anyone because his identity was special. Before he reached the crown, he already had eight hundred illnesses, and was a thorn in the eyes of countless people. I can't wait for him to die.

However, he had been afflicted with an illness ever since he was a child, and was fortunate enough to encounter the protection of the seven-robed man's divine arts. Because he was alone, he felt very thin.

Rong Li's appearance time and time again had caused him trouble, but he actually felt like she was travelling together with him. Although she knew that Rong Li had her own motives, it would not necessarily be detrimental to him.

Thinking about this, he struggled to get up and said, "Did you find it? "I'll get up and help you." He came up and took Rong Li's hand. Rong Li did not reject, and the two walked down the narrow tunnel.

Until it became more and more bright.

There was a deep water lagoon at the break. Rong Li dipped her finger into the water and tasted it. Because she said, "This water tastes the same as the cold still pool."

Qin Mang laughed: "So that means we can leave very soon?"

"You can leave, but I must stay." Rong Li calmly and decisively said, "Misty Palace is right here, and it just so happens that I can investigate some sobering matters. For example, who is the master of this Misty Palace? If the Shen Ling family is still alive, then wouldn't they be hiding here?

Rong Li said as she glanced at Qin Mang: "When I went to Misty Palace, I heard a servant call you 'butterfly flower.' The flower's fragrance is similar to the medicine on your body. So I am thinking, could your illness have something to do with the Misty Palace? "

After Qin Mang heard this, she felt that something was off, and said: "Since that's the case, why don't we stay and investigate?"

After Rong Li heard this, he smiled. Qin Mang also understood each other and the two began to trust each other.

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter, as if it were coming from underground. The two of them were shocked. An old voice said, "Boiled bean curd with quilts, haha."

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter, as if it were coming from underground. The two of them were shocked. An old voice said, "Boil the beans and burn them, haha. Boiled bean sprout. "

Rong Li looked at Qin Mang, and Qin Mang understood. He looked at her and nodded.

Rong Li shouted loudly: "Senior, may I ask if you can tell me your name?

"Difficult, bitter, ha-ha, to boil the beans in the fire." The old voice, which had gone from wild laughter to crying, suddenly became extremely unpleasant to listen to.

"Boiled beans burn the qui but the beans weep in the pot. They are originally of the same root, so why is there such a hurry to fry them?" Rong Li said: "Old man, you must have been set up by your own brothers right?"

A gust of wind swept Rong Li and Qin Mang back into the cave, as if they were the core that was being spat out from their mouths.

He landed heavily on the ground. He saw an old man with silver hair sitting in a slanted position on a broken rattan chair. The hands and feet were chained. The moment he moved, there was a loud sound.

"Who are you? "Old man, why are you tied up here?" Rong Li asked.

"Yes, who am I? "Why am I trapped here?" He raised his head and looked at Qin Mang through the gaps in her hair, letting out a strange laugh.

"Young man, you are young and handsome, you really are enviable."

Hearing that, Rong Li understood, and smiled slightly: "How can he be compared to ordinary people? He's a dignified noble, the current Crown Prince Wu."