Yan Bingtong came slowly along the long road of the Imperial Master's Mansion, her steps were very slow, and she coughed every three steps.
There are maids supporting him on both sides, holding a sandalwood cane wrapped with rattan in his hand, and wearing a crescent-white cloak.
It's hard to tell her age from her appearance. She is clearly as charming as a peaches and plums, with delicate and outstanding facial features. There is not much expression on her face, but it gives people the illusion of a spring breeze and drunken rain.
The cloak fluttered lightly as she walked around, with small clusters of red flames embroidered around the bottom, which seemed to symbolize her identity: Chi Yan.
"Lord Chi Yan." Mu Qing saw Yan Bingtong with special respect, and walked towards Yan Bingtong, as if he wanted to take over from the maid to help Yan Bingtong.
Yan Bingtong leaned on crutches and quietly walked around Mu Qing.
Mu Qing looked at the empty hand, but didn't care. He raised his lips and smiled lightly, "Master Chi Yan injured his leg and was exposed late at night. Why don't you rest in the mansion."
"If you don't come, Master Mu Qing will attack my people. Master Mu, do you think I should come?" Yan Bingtong always spoke in a calm tone, but the temperature around him seemed to drop sharply, and the biting cold wind
Quickly getting up, the moment Mu Qing looked at him, his breath suddenly suffocated.
"How dare I touch Lord Chi Yan's people..." Mu Qing was confused.
Suddenly, Mu Qing looked at Qing Ge.
Is she the person Lord Chi Yan is referring to?
"Lord Chi Yan, this Miss Ji is suspected of being a human being, so I..." Mu Qing said.
"Human race? What about the human race? If she hadn't appeared in time for the injury on my leg, who would have discovered the existence of the cold energy in the north? Are all the dignified Shenyue Capitals a bunch of quacks? I'm just afraid that someone wants me to die." Yan
Bi Tong walked slowly towards the direction of the banquet, looking around. Wherever she said something, a cold wind whistled, and her red lips raised an arrogant and indifferent smile.
Mu Qing frowned, and cold sweat fell from his forehead.
"Master Mu, do you want to touch my savior?" After Yan Bingtong said this, he stopped and looked back at Mu Qing, with a dangerous look in his eyes.
Mu Qing smiled and said: "Lord Chi Yan, things are not what you think. It is the rule of Shenyue City not to bring human beings into Shenyue City!"
"Master Mu acted according to the rules. It seems that I wrongly blamed Master Mu."
Yan Bingtong's attitude softened, and Mu Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Mu Qing lowered his head and whispered: "Lord Chi Yan, if it is found out that Miss Ji is a human race, for the sake of Lord Chi Yan, I will definitely reduce Miss Ji's punishment as appropriate."
"Yeah." Yan Bingtong seemed tired, so she sat down on a chair not far from Qingge.
Before she sat down, the maid covered the chair with plush tiger skin.
"Be polite to Miss Ji. Don't hurt Miss Ji." Mu Qing said.
"yes."
The elves once again swarmed towards Qingge, weapons in hand, but this time they were obviously much more polite. At least they were worried about Yan Bingtong and did not dare to hurt Qingge.
Suddenly, a chi chi sound appeared, and the air around Qing Ge was lit with clusters of fireworks.
The flames burned fiercely, and the light shone on the faces of the elves.
Some elves tried to move the weapon forward, but when the hard weapon touched the fire, it was burned and melted by the flames.
This fire is not an ordinary fire, but a red flame fire!
The red fire that only spirit girls possess!
Mu Qing turned around and looked at Yan Bingtong in surprise, "Lord Chi Yan, this is..."
"Didn't Lord Chi Yan agree with my approach?" Mu Qing was extremely puzzled.
"Master Mu, if you are not afraid of death, you can give it a try. In this Shenyue City, if there is one less imperial county, there will be thousands of imperial counties." Yan Bingtong leaned on the chair, with a tired and lazy look in his eyes.
The aloof and arrogant tone concealed murderous intent, just like the red flames that stung Mu Qing's eyes!
The highest steward of the Eighteenth Palace is the Imperial County.
The elves have ten palaces of kings, and the eighteenth palace is a place under the kings that symbolizes authority.
Mu Qing, the Imperial Commander, and Cheng Min, the Imperial Master, were equals in Shenyue and had the same status.
Yan Bingtong dares to say this, which means that Yan Bingtong's status is noble and the authority of his words!
Qing Ge and Jiu Ci are both worried about Yan Bingtong's health...
In the afternoon, Qingge specially gave Yan Bingtong a soothing medicinal soup, intending to let Yan Bingtong rest for a while, recharge his batteries, and then remove the cold air from Yan Bingtong's wound the next day.
Yan Bingtong dragged this fragile body here and exhausted her vitality. She also used the red fire. As a result, the cold air in the wound will erode deeper...
Qingge's eyes were filled with a cold air, and sharp light bloomed in the mist.
Qingge glanced sharply at Nanxun, her murderous look fleeting.
Suddenly, Nan Xun felt like a awn on his back, and a deep well of cold air surged up from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Cap. Nan Xun shivered involuntarily.
That moment of fear made her feel like she was in purgatory, like she was in an ice cellar.
Qing Ge quickly walked out of the circle of Chi Yanhuo, took off her cloak, covered Yan Bingtong's body, and stuffed the mini-sized Wanjin Cauldron into Yan Bingtong's arms, and then placed it inside the Wanjin Cauldron.
Enter the green lotus fire.
Dongfang Po was shocked.
Can the cauldron still be used like this?
Within the scope of his knowledge, cauldrons are used for refining elixirs and refining weapons...
I didn't expect it could be used to warm hands.
If those old men from the Medicine Sect knew that Qing Ge was using the Ten Thousand Gold Cauldron like this, I'm afraid they would keep complaining about... a waste of natural resources!
Qingge tied Yan Bingtong's cloak gently with gentle movements. As if she thought it was not enough, she glared at Jiu Ci. Jiu Ci, who was still in the mist, immediately understood and took off the cloak.
Pass it to Qing Ge.
Qing Ge put Jiu Ci's cloak on Yan Bingtong's body and shook Yan Bingtong's hand. It was still slightly cold. Qingge was sullen and frowned.
"It's so late, I shouldn't have come out. It's very cold at night." Qing Ge held her mother's cold hand tightly and said while holding back her anger.
The mother she finally found cannot be lost again...
At this moment, Qing Ge seemed to understand Jiu Ci's feelings.
The gloom and anger at that moment seemed uncontrollable.
Like a volcanic eruption of flames, a burst of anger is about to burst out.
Nan Xun, Mu Qing and other elves were dumbfounded and looked sideways, dumbfounded.
The Red Flame Spirit Girl has always been difficult to get in touch with and has a weird temper, so the goddess can only say a few words to her.
Because of this, Nanxun has been working hard on Chi Yan.
What the goddess can do, why can't she?
However, after seeing the red flame spirit girl at this moment, Nan Xun only felt that the goddess was not ready yet.
Then Yan Bingtong lowered her head like a child, as if she knew she had made a mistake and was being criticized obediently, and explained: "Isn't this because I'm worried about you..."
"I'm worried that I should take care of myself. If that's not possible, I should wear more clothes, bring a heater, or make a sedan chair."
Qingge squatted down, placed her hand on Yan Bingtong's leg wound, and spread the healing power of the warm snow spirit beads through the clothing.