Chapter 443

The eldest disciple picked up the small porcelain bottle, pulled out the cork, smelled it vigorously, and said, "it's said that there's no jade dew, isn't it?"

Qiao Wei was surprised to see what was in the box. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. She guessed the origin of the two fruits. It was the one she gave Gongsun Changli. Unexpectedly, he didn't eat it. He kept it intact and sent it back to her.

He not only sent back two fruits, but also presented a bottle of Yulu Qiongjiang from yeluo. Yulu Qiongjiang is not from Daliang. Yeluo can't be sold in the market. It's hard for a Daliang man to get it.

This guy Do you love her secretly?

If not, I will not send such a precious gift after I kick him out of the pit.

It's just a pity that I've already owned a famous flower. I'm doomed to fail him.

Qiao Wei picks up her thoughts, takes out the pestle and wooden bowl from the luggage brought by the guards, cuts off the flesh of the two fruits, mashes them into mud, pours three drops of jade dew slurry, and feeds them to Ji Mingxiu.

Liangshengguo and Xiaobai's blood can suppress palm poison, while Yulu Qiongjiang can repair the damage of meridians and vitality. Half an hour later, when Qiao Wei checks Ji Mingxiu's pulse again, she finds that his pulse has gradually calmed down from the state of manic and violent.

Maybe tonight's event is too soul stirring, several people are sleepless.

In a low voice, the eldest disciple asked the national teacher for advice.

Seventeen sat quietly on Jane's couch, looking at Wangshu who was sleeping and Ji Mingxiu who was in a coma, his face was muddled.

The national master patiently answered the elder disciple's words. He glanced at Shiqi from time to time. It seemed that he wanted to say something. However, due to the wrong situation, he was pressed down.

On the other side, the Lord of the city has cleaned up the scene with his men.

The yeluo people fled in a hurry, leaving behind all the carriages and materials, but there were not many valuable things. The most valuable ones were all in Wangshu's stomach, but there were still some money, clothes, jewelry, weapons and medicines.

The Lord of the city didn't know medicine, but what could be carried by the people of yeluo palace was not bad. He took a few small medicine bottles to Qiao Wei's carriage, which was originally the Queen's, and the carriage was the most spacious and comfortable. There were seven people, including him, and they didn't feel crowded at all.

He handed the medicine bottle to Qiao Wei: "just found, you see if it has any effect on the prime minister's injury."

Qiaowei took the bottle, which contained all kinds of brown pills. It smelled strange and didn't look like a good thing. She took out a silver needle and stabbed one of the pills. In a moment, the silver needle turned black.

The Lord of the city was stunned. He slapped the prime minister, and the prime minister vomited blood. He offered a medicine to the prime minister, but it was poison again Now that he doesn't care about the prime minister, he doesn't believe it

Should he be so unlucky Do you want to

Qiao Wei's eye knife swished on his head.

He hardened his head and said, "I I didn't mean to! It was found in the burden of the turtle dove

Seventeen curiously looked over and looked at the pills in Qiao Wei's palm. Her eyes moved and she swallowed.

Qiao Wei looked at him and said, "this is poison. You can't eat it."

17. Disappointment.

The national teacher looked at Qiaowei's pills. He thought of something and reached out to Qiaowei.

Qiao Wei understood and gave him the pills.

He crushed the pill and put a little powder on it. First he smelled it, then he tasted it. Then he nodded and said something to the first disciple.

The first disciple was surprised and said, "it's the poison pill of the dead. How can they bring such things? Isn't it banned? "

"What's forbidden?" Qiao Wei looks at the first disciple for no reason.

The first disciple then told us the origin of the poison pill. It was well known that yeluo trained the dead. However, it was only the imperial palace that got the Royal permission. The process of training the dead was arduous and slow. It was often ten or eight years before they could train several powerful ones. Later, someone was eager for quick success and instant benefit and invented a kind of poison pill that could make the dead improve their skills.

The efficacy of the poison pill varies from person to person. Generally speaking, after taking the poison pill, the skill can be improved at least one level. However, the cost of the poison pill is expensive, and the side effects are too great. It not only makes the dead worse than dead, but also greatly shortens the life of the dead. If it's just to get some powerful dead, probably no one will do this kind of thing.

But there is an exception, that is to cultivate the ghost king.

The palace of the National Master once selected the dead men with excellent qualifications and tried to use poison pills to make them break through to the ghost king, but they failed.

"But..." Speaking of this, the eldest disciple hesitated, took a careful look at Shiqi, and said, "my master said that you are a dead man with good aptitude. If you give it to him, he may be able to kill him..."

"Don't even think about it!" Qiao Wei coldly interrupts his words and looks at the national master, "no one can make a decision. I won't let him become the ghost king!"

It's really cruel to have something that is neither human nor ghost.Qiao Wei is not at ease. She is afraid that the smelly national master will deceive seventeen secretly. She pulls seventeen's hand and points to the medicine in the bottle. She says, "you can't touch the things here. If you touch them, they will become ugly. Wangshu will ignore you any more."

Seventeen was still salivating. After listening to this sentence, he immediately became alert, looked at the poison pill in disgust, and dodged far away.

The national master got up and stepped out of the carriage. Everyone was far away, still murmuring.

Qiao Wei glanced at the first disciple, who was about to leave. She stopped her and said, "what did your master say?"

The first disciple said, "my master says it's a pity."

Qiao Wei pondered for a moment, sneered: "also, a thing that does not take human life, what kind of benevolence do I expect him to have?"

The first disciple sank his face and said, "don't you say that to my master. My master is also for your good. If you have a fierce martyr, you don't have to be afraid of each other's ghost king."

"Who's afraid of that?" Qiao Wei asked coldly.

The eldest disciple choked and tried to persuade Qiao Wei to do something more. However, he was grabbed by the collar and threw it out impolitely.

After that, how did they distribute the carriage and pack the luggage? Qiaowei ignored it.

Seventeen lay down next to Wangshu. On the other side of Wangshu was Ji Mingxiu.

He babbled at them and saw that they never woke up. There was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

Qiao Wei's plain hand touched his forehead and sighed softly: "sleep."

He closed his eyes.

Qiao Wei can't sleep. Her mind is full of Jingyun's mother. She opens her eyes wide and reaches out her little hand

Just a little bit She almost hugged him

……

The night is as cool as water. At the foot of the mountain, in a desolate farmhouse, Fu Xueyan meets the queen.

The queen was sitting alone in the humble hall. At any time, the woman was very careful. She didn't even have any grass on her vamp. She was as clean as if she was in a palace.

In contrast, Fu Xueyan was much more embarrassed, his clothes were scratched by branches, his hair was scattered, and the soles of his shoes were full of mud.

She lowered her eyebrows and entered the room slowly.

The queen did not speak, but looked at her with deep eyes.

Fu Xueyan walked up to her with her hands folded, palms facing inward, pasted the skirt of her coat, and gave a gift: "Lord."

Pop!

In response, she received a slap in the face.

Fu Xueyan was hit to fall on the ground, the corners of his mouth are broken, out of a blood.

"Do you have the guts to come back?" Said the queen sarcastically.

Fu Xueyan raised his hand to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth, supported the ground, knelt down slowly and straightened his body: "my subordinates are incompetent. I was robbed by Qiao. Please punish me."

"Did Joe steal it, or did you give it away?" Asked the queen, mockingly.

Fu Xueyan lowered his head and said, "I dare not."

The queen sneered: "is there anything your ancient family dare not do on this day? Blood moon bow is also lost in your hand, the child is also run in your hand, how do you explain this time? Like Jin Diao, is it to cheat Ji's family? "

Jindiao has twice been the enemy of the turtle dove. One time, he robbed Jingyun from the Falcon and the bodyguard, and the other time, he robbed the secret collection from under the Queen's eyes.

If it's to cheat Ji's family, they don't even know who the gold carving belongs to.

The queen grabbed Fu Xueyan's chin and forced her to raise her head: "your wings are hard. Do you want to fly?"

Fu Xueyan felt a cold internal force, along her chin, slowly invading her body, her eyelashes gently trembled: "subordinates dare not, subordinates are the Lord's people, all my life!"

Queen charming smile, another cold hand like a skeleton stroked her stomach: "look you scared, I will not eat you. Aren't you pregnant with Ji's children? Take the one you let go. "

Fu Xueyan's body trembled.

"It's good to have a baby." The queen said softly in her ear, patted her on the shoulder and turned away.

Fu Xueyan sat on the ground, soaked in cold sweat. She wiped the sweat from her neck, stood up with her chair, and planned to go back to her room.

Just took a step, a thin figure appeared at the door.

Her eyes moved: "Jingyun..."

"Did my mother really go to my sister?" He asked steadily.

Fu Xueyan didn't know how to answer.

Jing Yun's eyes were dim: "I know."

Then he turned and went back to the house.

Fu Xueyan keeps up.

He quietly climbed into bed, back to the door, small body curled up into a ball, an unspeakable sadness filled the room.

Xiaobai jumps to bed and lies silently beside him. His head rubs against him.He wiped his eyes.

Hold Xiaobai and drop a tear.

……

Qiao Wei wakes up in a panic. She dreams of Jing Yun, but she wakes up before she has time to talk to Jing Yun.

She wiped the cold sweat on her forehead and looked at the couch beside her. Seventeen had already gone out. Father and daughter were still asleep, but their pulse condition was more stable than yesterday. It was a disguised improvement.

After eating two mouthfuls of dry food, Qiao Wei and the national master discuss how to get on the road. To go to yeluo, they have to pass the Xiongnu. They all have the documents for customs clearance, but they don't worry about the checkpoint. It's just that which way to catch up with Jingyun is the most important.

Qiao Wei spread out the map of Xiongnu.

The first disciple pointed to a corner of the map and said, "my master said, go to mount Wubie."

Wubie mountain is in the west of Xiongnu. It's the only way to yeluo. No matter which road they take now, they will go to Wubie mountain in the end. Instead of chasing them hard, it's better to arrive at Wubie mountain early and wait for the hare.

Although Qiao Wei wants to see her son right away, she has to admit that the path of the national master is right. They can still find out the whereabouts of each other when they are in the yeluo group. But now, they give up their chariots and hide in the city. They are all masters of lightness skills. It's not difficult to avoid their inquiries. It's better to stay in the Wubie mountain.

"It's not far from Mount Wubie. In a few days we'll be there with them." Said the elder disciple.

Qiao Wei nodded: "it shouldn't be too late, start right away!"

……

On this side, when Qiao Wei and her party set out for Wubie mountain, on the other side, the queen and others were ready to go.

There are no extra guards, no servant girls, even Qiaoling and Xiuqin are reunited in Wubie mountain.

The queen put on her cloak, hat, veil and silver gloves and got into the carriage.

In a moment, Fu Xueyan also got on the carriage.

The turtle dove went to call Jing Yun.

He opened the lock on the door and went to push the door, but found that it couldn't be pushed. Did the boy lock it from inside?

He kowtowed impatiently: "come out, we're on our way."

Inside, there was no movement.

"Come out, do you hear me?"

It's still a dead silence.

Grey dove frowned, kicked open the door, went to the bed, fiercely opened the quilt, only to see a bare pillow.