Teachers to others are moral models and examples of benevolence and righteousness.
And his master, day and night, was either elusive or hard to find, or he was searching through ancient medical classics to study the sublimated version of the aphrodisiac spring.
Dongfang Po's heart is very tired.
However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the woman with a cup in hand: "No need, I can cure Master Chi Yan. If you don't mind, Mr. Dongfang, you can come and help me." So-called help.
, naturally a starting point.
Nan Xun's face became more and more ugly. Did the Lord Dongfang she invited help Ji Meili?
Nan Xun wanted to say something more, but before she could say anything, Dongfang Po nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Miss Ji kindly invites you, it is my honor."
Nan Xun: "..." I couldn't take a breath, couldn't swallow, and finally had to hold it in my stomach.
Even when it comes to dealing with the goddess, Nan Xun has always been arrogant and domineering, but he has never been so defeated.
Fortunately, this girl Ji is protected by the emperor's master and assisted by the goddess. Now even Dongfang Po has gone to attack her, so Nanxun can only suffer the loss.
Nanxun's eyes became darker and darker.
It's like thick ink gradually smearing on the water surface.
Layer by layer, circle by circle, the anger suddenly spread.
For a moment, Nan Xun smiled slightly.
Goddess and Miss Ji will not be proud for long.
What kind of disturbance can a human race create in Shenyue?
There is only one Cheng Min in this world.
Dongfang Po came uninvited to Qing Ge's table.
Yan Yu waved his hand lightly and asked for a pair of bowls and chopsticks.
Dongfang Po wanted to sit next to Qing Ge, but Jiu Ci looked like he was not to be trifled with. Dongfang Po had no choice but to attack the goddess and said with a smile: "My lord, I want to discuss medicine with Miss Ji."
The goddess nodded and changed positions.
Jiu Ci stared at Dongfang Po suspiciously, he was probably a prodigal with malicious intentions.
Is it necessary to sit so close to discuss medical science?
Under Jiu Ci's gaze, Dongfang was as bright as a ray of light on his back, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck.
Dongfang Po took the medical book marked by Qing Ge on white paper and flipped through a page, "Miss Ji, I have been confused about this issue for a long time. I wonder if the girl knows..."
After Dongfang Po asked, Qing Ge answered him casually, and actually solved his doubts.
In this way, Dongfang Po's worship of Qingge is as endless as the water of the Yellow River.
…
When the night banquet was coming to an end, the noble and elegant piano players and the enchanting dancers left one after another.
Rays of light and fire tore apart the darkness of the night.
In front of the gate of the Imperial Master's Mansion, a line of elves riding spiritual deer and holding high crystal light staffs arrived with majestic momentum.
The leading woman is young and has red hair, a pair of green eyes, and the luxurious scepter in her hand declares her status.
"Emperor Master Mu Qing." the goddess said.
Goddess and Qingge had previously explained that Shenyue had eighteen halls, similar to the existence of the Punishment Hall and the Clan Mansion.
The Eighteen Palaces govern order, life, morality, and justice.
The Eighteen Highnesses have eighteen prisons, and there are one hundred and eighty kinds of horrific punishments in the eighteen prisons.
Skin and tendons were peeled off, bones and flesh were cut off, corpses were quartered, cut into pieces with thousands of knives, and cut into eight pieces...
Is it bloody?
No, it's not bloody.
The elves' pursuit of beauty is very morbid.
Even if the body is quartered with five horses, cut into pieces with a thousand knives, or there are punishments in the eighteen palaces, the prisoners must be made into beautiful handicrafts.
This is a very morbid thing, but it is praised by countless elves.
The beauty that had to die was cut into pieces and turned into a beautiful handicraft. It was a prisoner's honor.
In the 18th prison, there is another punishment.
If the executioner fails to make the prisoner's handicraft up to standard, he must replace the prisoner and become a handicraft.
When Qing Ge first heard this, he lamented that the elves had terrible thoughts under their beautiful skin.
The pursuit of beauty is not a terrible thing, even she likes all beautiful things, but things will turn to the extreme, and being beautiful to the point of morbidity is also a sign of ugliness.
Qingge didn't have any grand ambition to change the current situation of the elves. She only cared about Mu Qing's purpose of coming to the Imperial Master's Mansion late at night.
The moment Qingge turned her head, she happened to see the smile on the corner of Nanxun's lips.
Yan Yu stood up and greeted Mu Qing, "Master Mu."
"Master Imperial Master, excuse me. Just now, an elf went to the Eighteenth Hall and said that the Divine Moon was mixed with cunning humans." After Mu Qing finished speaking, Yan Yu and Dongfang Po both looked at Mu Qing. Strictly speaking,
He said that both of them are human beings. Mu Qingshuang smiled brightly and said, "You two are distinguished guests."
The elves' definition of the human race is very vague. To put it bluntly, they are flattering the superior and suppressing the inferior.
Qingge lowered her eyes and played with a strand of silver thread.
What is supposed to come will always come.
"Master Mu Qing, do you think that human race will be in the Imperial Master's Mansion? Master Mu Qing, are you talking about me?" Yan Yu said calmly.
Dongfang Po also said: "I am also a human race, Lord Mu, and Shenyue. If you don't welcome me, I will just leave."
Jiu Ci put away his careless attitude and approached Qing Ge.
He will never allow anyone to bully his sister!
Lord Mu Qing smiled: "You two are wrong. Lord Imperial Master assists the Elf King and is also the benefactor of Shenyue City. Your Excellency Dongfang is the doctor of Medicine Temple, helping the world and saving people. This matter has nothing to do with you two."
Mu Qing took out a transparent crystal bottle with two silver hairs inside.
"There is a human aura on this hair. According to the elves who came to the Eighteenth Hall, it was picked up in Chiyan Mansion. There is only one silver-haired person in Chiyan Mansion..." Mu Qingyi pointed out.
He said, looking at Qingge meaningfully.
She led a group of elves towards Qing Ge. At the same time, Yan Yu stretched out his hand to stop Mu Qing, Jiu Ci, the Goddess and Dongfang Po all stood up to protect Qing Ge.
Nan Xun glared at Dongfang Po angrily. She really couldn't figure out why Dongfang Po was so protective of this woman.
"Lord Mu Qing, there are so many silver-haired people in Shenyue City. Does that person who said he is in Chiyan Mansion belong to Chiyan Mansion?" Yan Yu said.
Mu Qing smiled, "Whether it is yes or no, you will know at a glance. Emperor Master, I respect you three points, and you also give face to the Eighteenth Palace. The affairs of the human race are of great importance!"
"Master Imperial Master, you should not stop Master Mu. This will also prove Miss Ji's innocence." Nanxun said innocently.
"Shut up!" Yan Yu shouted angrily in a low voice: "Whether I am innocent or not, I need you to tell me?"
Nan Xun's complexion changed.
"It seems that the Imperial Master will not give me this face!" Mu Qing smiled coldly.
"Come here, take her down!" The scepter in Mu Qing's hand pointed at the soft song at the night banquet.
Qingge sang in the breeze, raised her eyes like cold stars, and looked into her eyes.
Mu Qing was startled.
What a beautiful woman.
It is more beautiful than most skins in the elves, and seems to have more soul energy.
Mu Qing's eyes were filled with surprise, "Take it!"
Countless elves from the Eighteen Halls flocked to Qingge.
"Wait a minute..." A voice sounded, and the voice was very faint and weak.
The elves followed the sound and saw a passage coming from the gate of the Imperial Master's Mansion. A frail woman, supported by a maid, walked towards her with a cane.