Linglong flapped her little wings excitedly: Mom, don’t you want these meats? They are all delicious!
Mingruo raised his hand to his forehead: "These things are so ugly, eating them will make you sick..."
Linglong circled around those bottles and cans: "It won't cause stomach upset, it's really nourishing. I'm still a baby, and it's the time when I'm growing~"
"Okay...the baby is more than two meters wide..." Mingruo directly moved the other medicines in the stainless steel refrigerator to other medicine cabinets and used it to store the meat for Linglong's body...
Mingruo's 'sweeping' was very thorough, even the fresh poisonous weeds planted in the flower pots were not spared. This poisonous cave was completely 'detoxified'. Mingruo decided to create a special area for growing 'poisonous medicinal materials' in the space.
fields to prepare for emergencies.
Mingruo patted the non-existent dust on his hands: "Let's go."
Si Haochen took Mingruo back to the valley, but Mingruo was shocked by the scene in front of him. Qin Mo was indeed a talent - the three poison masters were put into sacks and tied with drawstrings around their necks, leaving only
Three shiny bald heads were outside. Yes, Qin Mo felt that it was not safe enough to take off the clothes of the three of them, so he shaved off their hair, eyebrows, and beards. It was really miserable.
spiced corned egg'!
The corners of Si Haochen's mouth twitched, but he didn't say much: "Have the arrangements been made for those who are left behind?"
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, everything is in order." Not only is the entrance to this valley hidden, it is also easy to defend and difficult to attack, so it is perfect for use as a stronghold. With this good place, more people can be dispatched to the imperial capital.
That broken carriage can no longer be used. Si Haochen took Mingruo and sat on Lieyan's back: "Since we are all out of the city, we will play for two days before going back."
"Okay." Mingruo nodded and saw that the three big braised eggs and the leader of the Evil Ghost Alliance were all stuffed into the carriage. Ah Ba was responsible for driving the carriage, and there were a few unfamiliar secret guards accompanying him.
"Aba, are you going back to the imperial capital?" Mingruo asked.
"Yes, Princess." Ah Ba quickly stepped forward and saluted, "However, my subordinate is no longer called Ah Ba. The prince has given me a new name. From now on, my subordinate will be called Chu Ba."
"Huh?" Mingruo raised her eyebrows, "Have they all been changed?" #@$&
"Everything starting with 'Ah' has been changed." Chuba answered seriously.
"Okay." Mingruo finally remembered the business, "Xunyi."
"My subordinate is here." Xunyi stepped forward quickly.
"You go back home, take the brocade box with the label 'Anshen Pills' on the table in the alchemy shop, take it to a medicine hall and give it to Lao Shen. Tell him that this medicine is specially prepared for the Eighth Princess, and it costs three hundred taels of silver a small amount.
Boxes. I can only sell her two boxes at a time, and I can’t let her buy it every time she comes to buy.
"Ming Ruo had a sly smile in her eyes. All businessmen know about hunger marketing. (Ranyi: Didn't you say one hundred taels per small box before? Ming Ruo: She asked her maid to push me into the lake.
, what’s wrong with me adding some mental damage fee? Dying clothes: Yes, yes, yes!)
"Yes, Master." Xunyi accepted the order.%&(&
"You go back together with Chuba and the others, so you can have someone to take care of you on the way." Mingruo motioned for Xunyi to follow the carriage.
"I obey my orders." Xunyi and Chuba sat on the shaft of the carriage together.
The people and horses split into two routes, one going back to the imperial capital and the other to Jinghu Villa. Riding a horse was much faster than riding a carriage, but when the group arrived at Jinghu Courtyard, it was still dark.
Today's "take advantage of the situation", although there is no danger or danger, it is tiring. Mingruo has had dinner and takes a bath early to rest.
On the other side, the third prince invited the eighth princess to have dinner in Fanlou before sending her back to the post house. The eighth princess invited the third prince to admire the moon in the pavilion in the courtyard. The two had a "flowers in front of the moon", and their feelings were
We are also making rapid progress, and we plan to go to Chongsheng Temple together tomorrow.
The eighth princess watched the third prince leave lovingly. When she turned around, the tenderness in her eyes was instantly replaced by cruelty. She sat at the head of the main hall and said coldly: "Bring that cheap maid Chun Ling up!"
Seeing the princess's face as dark as ink, no one dared to intercede for Chun Ling.
Although the rescue was timely, Chun Ling not only choked on the water, but was also too frightened. When two old ladies lifted her up from the bed and dragged her into the main hall, she was completely confused.
However, when she saw the 'thorn vine' held by the eighth princess, she suddenly woke up. She quickly knelt on the ground and said, "I know you are wrong. Your Highness, please spare me this time."
"If you can't handle such a simple task as pushing people, what use do I need from you!" As the eighth princess spoke, the thorn vine she waved had already landed on Chun Ling's back.
This thorn vine is a unique plant in Nanjong. It is strong and elastic, and it is densely covered with sharp thorns. Blood can be seen as soon as the vine is cut down, and the flesh and blood will be blurred after a few more hits.
Chun Ling knew very well the temperament of the Eighth Princess. Screaming or begging for mercy would anger her even more, so she could only grit her teeth and endure it, hoping that the Eighth Princess could calm down as soon as possible.
The Eighth Princess was being discussed today, and it was not easy to relieve her anger. After the beating, Chun Ling had already passed out, and only the pain made her body twitch reflexively.
Although she was still very angry, the eighth princess no longer had the strength. She threw the bloody thorn vine in her hand at Chun Ling: "Throw her into a mass grave!"
Chunxiang's face was pale, but she didn't dare to say anything. She only called for the guards to come in and drag the person away.
Without the blessing of sleeping pills, the eighth princess had nightmares all night. The next morning, her face was very bad. She stroked her face. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that she was old.
The eighth princess turned to look at Chunxiang, who was braiding her hair: "Look at my face, does it look a lot older?"
Compared with the eighth princess looking through the bronze mirror, Chunxiang actually saw more clearly. There were indeed two very fine and shallow wrinkles at the corners of the princess's eyes. Although they were not so obvious after covering them with makeup, they were indeed new ones that had grown recently.
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Chun Ling was beaten half to death and thrown into a mass grave yesterday. Chun Xiang did not dare to tell the truth and offend the princess: "Princess just didn't have a good rest last night and her complexion was not very good. I will dress it up with some jasmine powder and rouge later."
, it will shine brightly.”
The Eighth Princess breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "Let Chun Ling go to a medicine hall later and buy some tranquilizing pills."
"Yes." Chunxiang responded.
After finishing dressing up the princess, Chunxiang called a few maids who could serve her closely, and said in a deep voice: "There is no need to explain the rules of our Fangfei Palace. Who is Chunling?"
Several of the eldest maids lowered their heads and remained silent. After what happened last night, they knew that this would happen this morning. Which of the slaves was unwilling to serve them closely and was recognized by the master to stand out. But the eighth princess's servant was really -
- He died so quickly that they didn’t even dare to go!
Seeing the behavior of several palace maids, Chunxiang did not persuade or blame them. Once upon a time, she was just like them, unwilling to never get ahead, but also afraid of losing her life.
A good death is better than a good life, not to mention that in the hands of the Eighth Princess, there is no such thing as a "good death".
