Feng Jinyan stood up and went to the bedside. He showed her the brocade box he was holding. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Using human skin to make a round fan and eyeballs to make hairpins. Your hobby is quite unique."
"What the hell?" Wen Nian sat up from the bed in shock. He took the brocade box and looked at it carefully. When he saw the fan and the hairpin, he was instantly horrified.
The material of the round fan is translucent, and there is no pattern embroidered on the fan surface. There is only a small peach blossom, which is painted on it.
Wen Nianruan recognized that the peach blossom was the one between Tang Ying'er's eyebrows last night.
So, this fan is made of Tang Ying'er's face?
Look at the two hairpins again. The "beads" inlaid on them are clearly black and white. They are not gems, but a pair of eyeballs.
It was Xiao Yi who asked Qingyue to dig out Tang Ying'er's eyes yesterday.
Just now, Yushuang only thought that these two things were a bit strange, but she didn't see anything wrong with them. It could only mean that Xiao Yi's workmanship was very exquisite, and the fakes looked real.
Wen Nianruan felt cold all over, threw the brocade box to Feng Jinyan, and gritted his teeth: "Xiao Yi, this crazy dog!"
Feng Jinyan was surprised: "This is what Xiao Yi gave to you?"
"Who else would suffer from such a serious illness except him!" Wen Nianruan was angry.
Xiao Yi, this crazy dog, really kept chasing her.
"How dare you provoke Xiao Yi," Feng Jinyan smacked her tongue in disbelief.
Although I have never met Prince Ling Zhao, I still know what he has done. He is a person who is not easy to mess with.
"Who provoked him? He's just looking for trouble!" Wen Nianruan hammered the bed angrily.
Feng Jinyan looked at the wound on her neck and asked, "Did he bite you on your neck?"
"Yeah," Wen Nianruan responded angrily.
Feng Jinyan teased and teased: "You are lucky that he didn't bite you to death."
Listen, is this what people say?
Wen Nianruan was too lazy to argue with him and glanced at him sideways: "I gave him the brocade box for the consultation fee."
Feng Jinyan twitched his lips slightly, closed the brocade box and threw it back on the table: "I don't have a hobby of collecting human skins and eyeballs."
He still prefers the golden and white silver.
Wen Nianruan leaned against the bedside, looked at Feng Jinyan and asked, "Is there any cure for my heart disease?"
Feng Jinyan paused while holding the teacup. He was silent for a moment, and then said: "This depends on your fate. Good luck has its own fate. If you are blessed by luck, even the Lord of Hell will not be able to kill you."
"Talk like a human being," Wen Nianruan glanced at him and interrupted impatiently.
Feng Jinyan changed his mind: "There is a way, but it's difficult."
"Talk about it."
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will not give up.
It is not easy to live a new life, but you have to do it and cherish it.
Feng Jinyan put down the tea cup and said with a solemn eyebrow: "To completely cure your heart disease, you need a spiritual medicine called 'Xue Ning', and the fruit it produces is called 'Xue Ning Spirit Fruit,'"
It can cure your heart ailments, but there is one thing. This elixir grows in a very evil place, and no one dares to step foot in that place."
Wen Nianruan frowned: "Where?"
He answered: "Xu Gu."
"Xu Gu?" Wen Nianruan thought: "Where is it?"
It has been half a year since she arrived here, but she has never heard of Xu Valley.
Feng Jinyan's expression was unpredictable, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly: "You can ask the emperor, maybe he will know."
It's better to forget about asking Xiao Jinran. It's better for her to check it herself.
Wen Nianruan asked: "If I never get treatment, how long will I have to live?"
"Only one year." Feng Jinyan replied.
The same answer as the one I gave to Aunt Gui last time.
Wen Nianruan now only has one year to live.
Wen Nianruan closed her eyes slightly, her face serious. She must find the blood-coagulating elixir within a year, but she must first find where Xu Gu is.
In one morning, the news of Tang Ying'er's tragic death had swept the imperial capital. However, within two days, a son died in the Taifu family and a daughter died in the Changshu Prince's family, and the culprit was Xiao Yi.
Although all the civil and military officials were extremely dissatisfied with Xiao Yi, no one dared to impeach him. After all, no one thought he lived too long.
Tang Ren went to Xiao Jinran last night to ask for an explanation. Xiao Jinran asked him to go back and wait. Instead, at noon, he asked the palace servants to send a pile of silks, silks, gold and silver jewelry to Changshu's palace as a token of comfort.
Tang Ren stared at those vulgar beard blowers. Is this what the emperor said to him?
It’s really perfunctory!
Although he was angry, Tang Ren did not dare to go to the palace to find Xiao Jinran again, otherwise Xiao Jinran would definitely ask him to capture Xiao Yi again. He did not have the courage yet.
Rongning Prince's Mansion.
Even on a bright sunny day, Xiao Yi's yard was filled with a layer of gloomy air. The young boy passing by felt only the gusts of gloomy wind and quickly ran away with his neck in his arms.
In the room with the door closed, the bright red curtains were swayed by the passing wind. The bright red was dyed with human blood.
The stunning man was lying on the bed, without any clothes on. His delicate collarbones were alluring. He closed his eyes, frowned, and a thin line of cold sweat overflowed from his forehead. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at the blood-red bed curtains.
He frowned slightly.
"Qingyue, bring me the clothes."
He sat up, his light and clear voice a little hoarse.
There were two sets of clothes on the hanger, one snow-white and one dark green. Qingyue paused for a moment, then picked up the snow-white clothes and sent them over.
After getting dressed and getting out of bed, Yun Chenan looked at the sky outside. The dazzling light made him squint his eyes slightly, and his elegant eyebrows became a little more lazy.
"master."
Qingyue served a cup of hot tea.
Yun Chenan stretched out his hand to take it, and a stab wound appeared on his fair wrist. His brows narrowed slightly: "What happened to Xiao Yi last night?"
Qingyue replied: "Last night I entered the palace and met a woman. During the fight, the woman wounded me with a dagger."
Yun Chenan's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly: "Woman? Who?"
Qingyue said: "Concubine Wen from the harem."
Yun Chen felt relieved, his clear eyes filled with a hint of panic: "What about her, is she injured?"
Qing Yue pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment and said: "I sucked the blood, I guess I still have half my life left."
He couldn't guess what his master was thinking, so he didn't dare to hide it, so he could only tell the truth.
In vain, Yun Chenan crushed the tea cup in his hand, and his usually gentle eyebrows became darkened: "Xiao Yi, you have gone too far."
Qingyue lowered his head and did not dare to make a sound.
This was the first time that he saw this gentle and jade-like master angry.
Is it true that as Xizhu said last night, the master is interested in Concubine Wen?
Qing Yue hid his thoughts and did not dare to speculate on his own.
Five days later, Wen Nianruan's body had almost recovered, and the bite marks on her neck had faded a lot. She could cover the marks with rouge and gouache.
During this period, the Queen Mother also sent Aunt Gui to express her condolences several times and also sent a lot of supplements.
As usual, all those supplements went into my stomach.
Since the last time Xiao Jinran became disgusted with Wen Nianruan, he has never set foot in Fuhua Palace again, and Wen Nianruan is also happy to see this happen.