Duo'er looked at Mu Yunhan, her amber eyes full of curiosity.
"My servant never understood what it meant. I thought it was a curse in the capital dialect, but later I found out that it was not the same."
Mu Yunhan recalled the information he had obtained from the handkerchiefs of previous priests, and said after careful consideration: "It probably means something bad. For example, if you embroider a handkerchief and it gets damaged accidentally, it will be called inferior and damaged.
, that’s what it means.”
Duo'er became unhappy: "What did Master Jiu do wrong? He is so good..."
Jinxiu coughed expressionlessly.
Duo'er shrank her neck and secretly looked at Mu Yunhan's expression, not daring to say anything.
"You should rest." Mu Yunhan stood up and left, feeling complicated.
Gu Yilan disappeared in Guning City before, but Gu Fenglin did not tell her these details.
Now that I think about it, he should have escaped with poison, serious injuries, and disfigurement.
How did he survive in the ice and snow and the political chaos?
He said, "Tell Ah Lin that what he owes me will eventually be paid back." Does he refer to the two severed fingers?
Mu Yunhan walked into the bedroom. Gu Fenglin was still sleeping deeply, his face as pale as ever.
She carefully grabbed his hand and put it on her face, lingering there, fearing that he would fall asleep and never wake up.
She was also afraid that when he woke up, he would turn into the terrible red-skinned man. Even if he turned into that terrible appearance, she would not dislike him.
But she was afraid that he would lose his humanity and no longer know who she was, forget who she was, and who he was.
"Madam, you're ready." Jinxiu stood at the door with her hands down, reminding her in a low voice.
Mu Yunhan reached under Gu Fenglin's pillow and took out a box, counting carefully how many pills were left in it.
These pills were saved by her in the past. The quantity was not large to begin with. In addition, Gu Fenglin was seriously injured in the past two days and the dosage was increased, so there was even less.
Fifty-one pills.
She sighed inaudibly. Gu Fenglin now had to take at least five pills a day, and these pills could only last for ten days at most.
She took a pill painfully, then after thinking about it, she only picked out a little bit and put it back.
What if the pills given to other girls in Mu's family worked before that?
She carefully hid the medicine box and walked out quietly.
In the next room were the white mice she had just brought back, and Jinxiu had already fed them the poison Gu Fenglin had given them.
Now, she wants to take her own blood to feed them to see if her blood is really useless.
A cup of rich blood was taken out, part of it was fed to the poisoned white rat, and the remaining part was made into pills for later use.
As for the little bit of medicine that had just been dug out, it was also fed to a white rat alone.
Mu Yunhan sat aside, staring nervously at the white rat in the cage, praying constantly, hoping for a miracle to happen, hoping that what Gu Yilan said was a lie.
Half an hour passed quickly, and a white mouse squeaked, twitched and died.
Mu Yunhan stood up and watched helplessly as all the rats that drank her blood died.
The white rat that took the old medicine appeared to be mentally depressed, but it was still alive.
She sat down slumped and tears fell from her eyes.
First making her blood lose its efficacy and then poisoning Gu Fenglin, this is called cutting off hope, which is more painful and angry than having no hope from the beginning to the end.