The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Song Qingqing didn't say a word. He went to the back of the counter and looked back and forth.

Miaozhen asked in a low voice beside her: "empress, I've looked here before. There's no valuable clue, except abacus, which is a Book of books."

Song Qingqing picked up the abacus and heard the sound of it.

After a moment, her face became playful. She put the abacus to Miaozhen's ear and said, "what's the difference between this voice and you?"

Miaozhen listened carefully and said, "isn't that the sound of counting dishes? What's the difference? If there's any difference, the sound should be clearer. "

However, song Qingqing ignored him and began to search around the abacus. Finally, he saw a dark grid. After he reached out and broke it, he saw a small mechanism inside.

"What is this?" Miaozhen looked at the complicated device in shock.

Song Qing spoke coldly: "the microphone uses the vibration of the counting plate to transmit the sound to the other end."

Miaozhen pondered: "since it is used to deliver messages, it must be a shady place. Is there a darkroom near here?"

Song Qingzhong moved quickly around the backyard and walked into Lingxiao's study.

She looked around carefully. It was obvious that the study had been cleaned before, and it was extremely clean, without any stain.

Miaozhen couldn't help sighing: "this study is really clean. It's not too much to say it's spotless."

Song Qingqing picked up a book and turned it over. Ning Mei asked, "don't you think the house is clean?"

Miaozhen was stunned. He looked carefully in the corner, and finally asked him to find a small piece of missing porcelain, which was so small that if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't even find it.

"Queen, look at this?" Miaozhen put the pieces in her hand for her to see.

Song Qingqing pondered: "it should be the fragment of the porcelain vase, that is to say, the vase has been changed recently in this house." Her condensed eyes fell on the vase in the dark lattice on the wall, and finally she saw a vase that seemed out of place, as if it was put up in a hurry.

She walked quickly and moved the vase carefully.

She moved to the left, but nothing happened. She tried to move to the right, but there was still no movement.

Miaozhen couldn't help but said, "isn't it this one? Shall I try these? " As he spoke, he moved all the vases.

In the end, he said dejectedly, "queen, are we going in the wrong direction? It's not hidden in this study? "

Song Qingqing calmed down and said, "no way. Since he has worked hard to make a microphone, he can let the people in front of him find him at any time. The place he goes to should be inaccessible to outsiders. It must be the mechanism in the house."

Miaozhen looked around. He even climbed up on the beam, and didn't find any suspicious place.

Just when things were about to reach a deadlock, song Qingqing had an idea and put her hand directly into the new vase. She seemed to touch something, then pressed it hard, and heard a creaking sound in her ear.

Wonderful really stunned stare round eyes, Leng Leng looking at the open dark grid: "really dark room?"

They walked in quickly. What they saw was the memorial tablet of mousse. The sandalwood on it had already gone out. From the layout of the room, it was like a woman's boudoir.

I can't help but make complaints about this: "this woman is really bold enough to put the tablet in the boudoir." How much does she care about this mousse? "

Song looked around and said, "this must be ye ye's boudoir."

"She?" Miaozhen tightened her eyebrows.

They found a row of small bells in the corner, tied to a transparent rope, which must be the terminal of the front microphone.

Walking along Ye Ye's room, song Qingqing and Miao Zhen find a ebony box. They open it and see that it is the poppy powder they are looking for.

"Here it is Miaozhen's eyes were full of chill, and then he took out the origami from his arms and said, "I'll destroy this harmful thing first."

Song Qingqing hated it so much that it almost destroyed all the people in the city. She coldly stopped Miaozhen: "first, take the things out intact. You can't take them cheap for nothing."

"Good!" Miaozhen put the ebony box on his back, and they walked out of the dark room quickly.

As he passed the memorial tablet of Muse, song's scornful lips raised.

Shangguanrui has no time to take care of this at this time. The people in the city are seriously injured. After drinking the medicine, they will fall into sleep. Occasionally when they wake up, their first thought is to drink the beef noodles from yuexianglou.

Even though they know that beef noodles are poisonous, they still yell and rush to this side when they have snot and tears.

There are soldiers guarding the door. As long as someone comes, they will be caught in a temporary tent and continue to feed medicine.

Although the process is cruel, it is the only way.

The whole catastrophe lasted about a month. After painful treatment, the people gradually recovered to normal. When they came to their senses, they hated Yuexiang building. They didn't know who it was. They set fire in the middle of the night and burned the whole Yuexiang building to ashes.

Sun Xiaotian's face injury is almost good, he has been clamoring to remove the gauze on his face, but shangguanrui said that now is not the time to remove.

Finally, on a sunny day, the tartar King gathered all the people in the city to the largest square in the city, and then bound Lingxiao ye and others and brought them to the stage.

People with sharp eyes recognize them, and their painful memories come noisily. Finally, they can't control their emotions and smash everything they hold onto the platform.

Some people throw stones, some lose shoes, and some exaggerate to throw their pants over, just over Lingxiao's head, which makes him embarrassed.

With the sound of gongs and drums, all the people in tartar city were quiet. They looked at the tartar King standing on the high platform. They saw that he was wearing a black gown, which made him more aggressive. His fierce eyes swept over all the people one by one, like a knife. They were shivering and kneeling on the ground one by one, shouting: "see you king!"

Song Qingqing looks at his back. At this time, shangguanrui is like a wolf, a powerful and domineering head wolf. His momentum is amazing, and he is proud of the world. It has to be said that he does have the style of a king. Therefore, in his previous life, he was able to dominate the world and become the overlord of the world, just because of the fierce and fierce momentum of the brave and invincible.