He lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised a slight arc.
Seeing his expression, Qing Luo and Chang Yu looked at each other and thought that something was going to happen.
Chang Yu came over mysteriously and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Ji, how do you plan to let the crown prince hide?"
"I have this psychedelic fragrance. When the King of Southern Xinjiang is in the same room with her, he will fall asleep. What he thinks in his dreams is the purpose of his coming here. When he wakes up the next day, he will only feel that he has done better than Duke Zhou.
I did not know that it was just a dream."
Qing Luo looked at Ji Yanchen in surprise, her eyes full of admiration, "Is there really such a strange thing in the world? Can Mr. Ji give me some?"
"Can't."
As soon as Qing Luo finished speaking, Ji Yanchen coldly refused.
Looking at the leaving figure, Qing Luo glanced at Chang Yu awkwardly, "Why is Mr. Ji still as stingy as before?"
"How can any of his things be easily obtained?" Chang Yu asked helplessly.
On the contrary, these days, no matter how expensive his things are, he has been using them generously without blinking an eye.
In the past, his hobby was to stay in the palace of Prince Chu Xiang all day long to develop various exotic medicines. Now, he followed the prince to this southern Xinjiang.
Although the King of Southern Xinjiang is also an overlord, Southern Xinjiang is not as prosperous as Yindu.
……
On a cool and breezy night, the stars in the sky are shining, like countless silver beads, densely embedded in the dark night. The Milky Way is like a faintly glowing white belt, spanning the star-studded sky.
In the room, Yin Luzhu was lying there as if he had no bones.
She has taken the antidote in advance, and at this moment, the incense in the incense burner is rising slowly, and the smoke is filling.
At this moment, the servant's voice came from outside the house.
Then there was a somewhat rough male voice.
The door was pushed open, and the King of Nanjiang in a python robe walked in. He immediately saw Yin Luzhu sitting on the soft couch.
Standing up, Yin Luzhu nodded slightly, "I have met the prince."
The King of Southern Xinjiang glanced at her from head to toe, with a flash of disbelief in his eyes, "Are you forty-five years old?"
Yin Luzhu nodded: "Back to the prince, yes."
Although she lowered her eyebrows and eyes, she looked lazy and relaxed, and she clearly didn't look afraid of him.
On ordinary days, when those women saw him, they would either tremble with fear or kneel on the ground and tremble.
Over the years, I have met an interesting person.
He glanced at Yin Luzhu's charming and unparalleled face, "You look so handsome, you can rival your Majesty."
Listening to his words that were intentionally or unintentionally mocking Gu Tingfang, Yin Luzhu's lips curled up unconsciously, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the compliment."
The King of Southern Xinjiang came over, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly staggered and fell heavily to the ground.
Looking at the King of Nanjiang lying on the ground, Yin Luzhu blinked in confusion.
What's going on?
Did it happen so quickly? Didn’t you say that it only took a cup of tea?
Chang Gu pushed open the door and entered.
He looked at Yin Luzhu flatteringly and smiled, "My subordinate will put him on the bed. Master, go sleep in another room. Mr. Ji said that he won't wake up until dawn."
Yin Luzhu didn't stay any longer, she strode out.
She raised her head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, her eyes flickering slightly.
It turns out that the bright moon in southern Xinjiang is the same as that in Yindu.