When the sun set, Nalan Fengjin stayed in the Nanjiang Inn. After dinner, the sun had completely set and the moon gradually climbed up the willow branches. Nalan Fengjin stayed in the house and refused to come out.
Nanjiang Inn is the largest inn in Lincheng. Lincheng is the most prosperous city in the world today except Tianque City in Kyoto. The largest inn is indeed extraordinary. In the courtyard, there are not only small bridges, flowing water, pavilions and pavilions, but also the place where you live.
Divided into several classes, in addition to ordinary guest rooms, there are also independent garden courtyards and elegant and secluded attics. Jiang Biluo arranged it very well, and Nalan Fengjin never liked to treat himself badly, so he chose a secluded but spacious attic to live in.
, all the rooms in the attic are vacant for the time being, except for Nalan Fengjin, who is very satisfied with this.
The night is sultry. I sit alone on the attic and look at the stars in the sky. I hold a chicken leg in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, eating meat and drinking wine. It's so comfortable.
After eating and drinking, I burped, and then I went into the house with great satisfaction. I thought to myself that there would be a fight with Ling Yinglie tomorrow. I must take a good rest tonight to recuperate my energy. As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell asleep.
passed.
When Nalan Fengjin was lying down, he felt someone outside the window, but ignored him.
She guessed right, there was Ling Yinglie outside the window. Ling Yinglie originally wanted to steal the antidote, but found that the poison of autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves was not that simple, so she just felt around to see which house she lived in.
Nalan Fengjin didn't care at all, because the antidote for the fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind was not powder or pill at all.
On the second day, when the sun was high in the sky, Nalan Fengjin just got up. Although he had not slept well for half the night, he still walked out of the attic refreshed. He was about to find the waiter to get him something to eat, when he saw two waiters.
The waiter told her that Ling Yinglie lived in the west courtyard.
She nodded and looked up to see Ling Yinglie standing in front of her.
They took Ling Yinglie directly into the inner courtyard.
Nalan Fengjin said calmly: "This poison is difficult to cure. It requires continuous acupuncture and medication for fifteen days."
Ling Yinglie asked in a depressed tone, "What will happen after being poisoned?"
Nalan Fengjin replied: "In the early stage, the whole body will be itchy, and in the later stage, the whole body will be full of ulcers. You will see a good person melting away in front of you."
Ling Ying hurriedly looked at the hand that had just held her, and sure enough, she found that starting from the palm and moving up her arm, there was a strange red color. There were many small red bumps hidden in the whole arm, and it had begun to itch.
"Why did you inject such strong poison?" Ling Yinglie looked at him.
"I usually don't poison. If I do, it's not a simple poison." Nalan Fengjin replied.
"You are not famous for being a poisonous person." Ling Yinglie said.
"You wouldn't recognize me even if you're not famous." Nalan Fengjin raised his eyebrows.
Ling Yinglie took a deep breath and asked sullenly: "Will you help me detoxify?" Ling Yinglie was not sure, because everyone in the world knew that the Phoenix Sect Master was a difficult person to deal with.
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Nalan Fengjin didn't pay attention to his yin and yang aura. He took out a small pill, handed it to Ling Yinglie and said, "This is the first antidote. You should take it first."
Ling Yinglie took it over, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but sneer as he looked at the antidote in his hand. He was a master of poison, and no one had competed with him for so many years, but this legend was broken by the woman in front of him.
Nalan Fengjin said: "Sit down and lift up your sleeves."
Ling Ying sat down forbearingly and rolled up her sleeves.
Nalan Fengjin took out a cloth bag from his arms, unfolded it, took out the silver needle for acupuncture, and applied a few needles on the acupuncture points of his poisoned arm. The abnormal color of his arm gradually faded away, leaving only the palm of his hand that was still dark.
red.
Nalan Fengjin said: "Take the antidote."
Ling Yinglie had no choice but to do as he was told. Then he said seriously: "I will follow you every day for half a month!" His tone was firm, and he was definitely not trying to win Nalan Fengjin's consent.
Nalan Fengjin nodded and said without comment: "Bi Luo, arrange this young master and his people in my courtyard."
Then he left with his hands behind his back. In fact, Nalan Fengjin didn't dislike Ling Yinglie that much. He had a high reputation in the world and was not a treacherous person. He was just forced to do so by the imperial concubine. She would go back later.
, I won’t make it difficult for Ling Yinglie, just let him be a good man in the world.
As long as the Ling family doesn't do evil things, she will never be embarrassed. She just wants peace in the world. Don't let the blood that doesn't need to be shed be shed.
Ling Yinglie didn't refute and just settled down quietly. Several days passed in the blink of an eye.
On the fourth day of poisoning, Nalan Fengjin went out, and Ling Yinglie naturally followed him.
The sky was originally clear when they went out, but when they arrived at the outskirts, it was covered with clouds. Ling Yinglie followed Nalan Fengjin all the way to Guishan Temple, which was located deep in the mountains.
Guishan Temple is a Taoist temple, but it is located in a very remote place. There are dense bamboo forests all the way, and winding paths lead to secluded areas. In addition, the sky is cloudy, and there is something dark and strange under the bamboo forest. Silent all the way, the two of them used Qinggong to climb over the two mountains.
We just arrived at Guishan Temple.
Guishan Temple is located halfway up the mountain. The mountain is so steep that anyone looking from a distance would be amazed at how this house was built on the middle of the mountain.
If Nalan Fengjin hadn't led the way, Ling Yinglie would never have been able to find the way to this Taoist temple.
Ling Yinglie was still wondering at first, could it be that the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple and the pilgrims who came here to offer incense were all capable of Qinggong?
Only when we arrived at the Taoist Temple did we know that there is a dock at the foot of the mountain. There are stone steps from the dock all the way to the Taoist temple. There is a small boat at the dock that leads directly to Lincheng. On weekdays, pilgrims come by boat. Only weird people like Nalan Fengjin come here.
He would take her through dense forests and fly over cliffs like birds and beasts. Ling Yinglie thought of this and secretly curled her lips.
Nalan Fengjin neither burned incense nor paid homage, but took Ling Yinglie around to the other side of the mountain. Along a path that could only be walked alone, he walked to the top of the mountain in zigzags.
Looking up, I saw a small four-cornered pavilion on the top of the mountain.
At this moment, there were four big men outside the pavilion guarding the place that must be passed to the pavilion. A person in the pavilion was casually leaning on the pavilion pillars and looking into the distance where they came from. Ling Yinglie recognized this person at just one glance.
Who, Su Jinrui, the second son of the Su family in Lincheng??