Dongfang Po was very depressed.

The teachers of others are moral models and examples of benevolence and righteousness.

And his master, all day long, was either invisible and could not be found, or he searched through ancient medical classics to study the sublimated version of the Aphrodisiac Spring.

Dongfang Po's heart is very tired.

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the woman holding a cup in her hand: "No need, I can cure Lord Chiyan. If Your Excellency Dongfang doesn't mind, you can come and help."

, I will start with it naturally.

Nan Xun's expression became increasingly ugly. The Lord Dongfang she invited helped Ji Meili?

Nan Xun wanted to say something, but before she could speak, Dongfang Po was like a chicken pecking at rice, nodding like pounding garlic: "Miss Ji is a honor to invite her to the next step."

Nan Xun: "..." I couldn't get up in one breath and couldn't swallow it, and finally I could only hold it in my stomach.

Even when dealing with the goddess, Nan Xun has always been arrogant and domineering, and has never been so defeated.

The girl Piansheng was protected by the imperial teacher and helped by the goddess. Now that even Dongfang Po has taken action, Nan Xun can only suffer this loss.

Nan Xun's eyes became darker and darker.

It was like thick ink gradually fading on the water surface.

Layer and circle, anger suddenly spread.

After a moment, Nan Xun smiled slightly.

The goddess and Miss Ji won't be proud for long.

What kind of storm can a human race cause in the Divine Moon?

There is only one Cheng Feng in this world.

Dongfang Po came uninvited and arrived at Qingge's table.

Yan Yu waved his hand lightly and asked someone to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Dongfang Po wanted to sit next to Qingge, and Jiuci looked like he was not easy to mess with. Dongfang Po had to attack the goddess and smiled embarrassedly: "Sir, I want to discuss medical treatment with Miss Ji."

The goddess nodded and changed her position.

Jiuci stared at Dongfang Po suspiciously, he was probably a malicious prodigal son.

It is necessary to sit so close to discuss medical treatment?

Under Jiuci's gaze, Dongfang Pu was like a ray of light on his back, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Dongfang Po took the medical book marked by Qingge on white paper and looked through a page, "Miss Ji, this question has been confused for a long time, I don't know if the girl knows..."

After Dongfang Po asked, Qingge answered casually, but he actually solved his doubts.

In this way, Dongfang Po's worship of Qingge was like the water of the Yellow River surging endlessly.

...

As the night banquet was about to end, the noble and elegant piranha and the charming dancers all stepped down.

The lights and fires tear the darkness of the night.

In front of the imperial teacher's mansion, a row of elves riding spiritual deer and holding crystal light staff were coming in a majestic and fierce manner.

The woman in the lead is hard to braid, with red hair and green eyes, and the luxurious scepter in her hand declares her status.

"The Emperor's Master Mu Qing." said the goddess.

Previously, the Goddess and Qingge explained that the Divine Moon has eighteen halls, similar to the existence of the Punishment Hall and the Sect Mansion.

The Eighteen Palaces control order, life, morality and justice.

The Eighteenth Prince and the Eighteenth Prison, there are 180 kinds of creepy punishments in the Eighteenth Prison.

Peel and cut the tendons, cut the bones and remove the flesh, split the five horses, cut them into pieces, and remove eight pieces...

Is it bloody?

No, not bloody.

The elves' pursuit of beauty is very pathological.

Even if five horses are dismembered and cut into pieces, there will be punishments in the Eighteen Halls, and prisoners must be made into beautiful handicrafts.

This is a very morbid thing, but it is praised by countless elves.

The beauty, who dies even if you die, has been cut into pieces and becomes a beautiful handicraft, which is the honor of a prisoner.

In the Eighteen Prison, there is also a punishment.

If the executioner fails to meet the standards of the prisoner, he will replace the prisoner and become a craft.

When Qingge first heard this, she sighed that there were terrible thoughts under the beautiful skin of the elves.

Pursuing beauty is not a terrible thing. She even likes all beautiful things, but things will turn out to be extreme. Beautiful and pathological is also a manifestation of ugliness.

Qingge does not have the grand ambition to change the current situation of the elves. She only concerns Mu Qing's purpose of coming to the imperial teacher's mansion late at night.

The moment Qingge turned his head, he saw the smile on the corner of Nan Xun's lips.

Yan Yu stood up and greeted Mu Qing, "Mr. Mu."

"Master Emperor, I've disturbed me. Just now, an elf went to the Eighteenth Palace, saying that Shen Yue was mingling with cunning humans." After Mu Qing said that, Yan Yu and Dongfang Po looked at Mu Qing, strictly speaking,

He said that both of them were humans. Mu Qing smiled calmly and said, "You two are distinguished guests."

The elves’ definition of human race is very vague. To put it bluntly, they are to praise the high and push the low.

Qingge lowered his eyes and played with a wisp of silver thread.

What is due to come is always coming.

"Does Lord Mu Qing think that the human race will be in the Imperial Master's Mansion? Could it be that Lord Mu Qing is talking about me?" Yan Yu said calmly.

Dongfang Poyi said: "Zhixia is also a human race. Lord Mu and Shenyue are not welcome to Xiaxia, and she will leave."

Jiuci put away his sloppy posture and approached Qingge.

He will never allow anyone to bully his sister!

Lord Mu Qing smiled: "The two are wrong. Master Emperor assisted the Elf King and was also the benefactor of Shenyuedu. Lord Dongfang is a doctor in the Medicine Temple, saving the world and saving people. This matter has nothing to do with you."

Mu Qing took out a transparent crystal bottle, which contained two silver hairs.

"There is a human aura above this hair. According to the elves of the Eighteen Palaces, they were picked up in Chiyan Mansion. There is only one silver-haired person in Chiyan Mansion..." Mu Qingyi pointed out that

He said, looking at Qingge meaningfully.

She led a group of elves to Qingge. At the same time, Yan Yu stretched out his hand to stop Mu Qing, Jiu Ci, the goddess even Dongfang Po stood up and protected Qingge.

Nanxun stared at Dongfang Po in anger. She couldn't understand why Dongfang Po protected this woman so much.

"Mr. Mu Qing, there are so many people with silver hair in Shenyue Capital. Does that person say that he is from Chiyan Mansion? "Yan Yu said.

Mu Qing smiled, "Yes or not, you will know at first glance. Emperor Master, I respect you three points, and you will also give the Eighteen Palaces a face. The matters of the human race are of great importance!"

"Master Emperor, you shouldn't stop Lord Mu. In this way, you can prove Miss Ji's innocence." Nan Xun said innocently.

"Shut up!" Yan Yu shouted angrily: "Are you innocent or not?"

Nanxun's face changed.

"It seems that Master Emperor won't give me this face anymore!" Mu Qing smiled coldly.

"Come on, take her down!" The scepter in Mu Qing's hand pointed to Qingge at the night banquet.

Qingge raised his cold star-like eyes in the breeze and looked at him.

Mu Qing was stunned.

What a beautiful woman.

It seems to have more soul energy than most beautiful skins in the elves.

Mu Qing gathered his eyes and was amazed, "Take it!"

Countless eighteen palace elves rushed to Qingge.

"Let's wait..." A voice sounded, and the voice was very light and weak.

The elves looked in the sound and said, "The woman who was supported by the maids was so weak that she walked over with a crutch."

Qingge's eyes flashed violently.
Chapter completed!