Mo Yan's eyes sparkled, "Otherwise, I would really hate myself."
Xiaoyu left with a silent and sincere expression.
Mo Yan suppressed the false expression on his face, and there was sarcasm on his lips
Decoction to nourish blood and qi?
This girl is so bold, she wants to add a colorless and invisible poison to the soup.
Fortunately, when she was training her killing skills, she also studied drugs. Even though it was ancient times, she could still distinguish the taste and efficacy of drugs.
The poison under Xiaoyu's hands is a vine from Tibet. It clings to the big trees in the mountains all year round and absorbs countless waste gases to grow. It is used by the modern underworld to develop a medicine called black ice. Back then, she had
Use it to deal with the target person
If you take the medicine, it won't be so exaggerated as to be fatal. However, if you take it for a long time, the body will gradually weaken, the internal organs will gradually rot, and death will occur after a period of time, and no cause of death can be found.
I don’t know what it was called in ancient times. With her sensitive nose, of course she could smell it.
A palace maid in a deep palace could have such a domineering poison. Is it because she is ignorant or because Xiao Yu is too powerful?
If there wasn't something wrong with the ointment Xiao Yu sent last time, Mo Yan would have almost been fooled.
After she applied the Jinchuang ointment with a faint scent of osmanthus, she really thought it was so effective. It stopped bleeding and scabbed the wound immediately.
Unexpectedly, the next day, she found that the wound was purple
After checking the ointment again, she discovered that the ointment had another medicinal smell. She didn't notice it at all because the aroma of osmanthus basically covered up the other medicinal smell.
Over the past few years, she had heard a lot about the fights between concubines, and she had also been a victim.
However, when it comes to dealing with the palace maids, she has always been on the same page and just does her job well.
If no one offends her, she has never offended anyone.
But Xiaoyu——
A cold murderous intention flashed in her eyes - no matter who you are, no matter how powerful you are, if you want to kill me, I will not let you live!
In the next few days, Mo Yan used various methods to avoid Xiao Yu's decoction, and finally subdued the palace maid outside the door, making her loyal to him, and then acted as the door god to prevent Xiao Yu from entering.
After Mo Yan traveled through time and came here, he followed the modern style and liked to be alone and obedient to his master or boss, but never sincerely;
She is even more disdainful of having friends; only when Ruyi's innocence and innocence touch the kindness in her heart, will she truly like her, but she has never thought of making friends.
After this experience, she understood that she needed to use some friendships to achieve her goals.
She thinks that her days in the palace are still long. If she wants to live longer and more steadily, she should cultivate her own people in the palace. People who are loyal to herself must be smart and loyal to themselves, and more importantly, they must be bold and careful.
In order for them to be loyal to her, her position in Yonghe Palace must be firm.
In this way, no matter how the favor in the harem changes, she will be able to grasp the instantaneous changes, and will also know who has unpredictable intentions towards her.
Although the status of the palace servants is humble, their number in the palace is many times greater than that of the master, and they live in the palace for a longer time, which invisibly forms the influence of the palace servants in all parties.
And those forces, even as concubines in the harem, cannot be shaken