"Why should I believe what you say?"

Feng Jiuqing shrugged, "If you don't believe it, you can wait for two days to see if the person inside is almost recovered. You just need to give me some time to remove the poison from his body."

She paused. Black spots had begun to appear on the man inside. The carrion would probably have to be dug up and cleaned up bit by bit.

However, Gu Luoyue could still afford to wait for two days.

"Do you need anything?"

"You don't need anything, just be quiet."

Under the influence of the anesthetic, the man fell into a drowsy state, and before he completely passed out, he still opened his eyes and looked at the knife in Feng Jiuqing's hand warily.

Feng Jiuqing patted his face and said, "Go to sleep. If you can't die, I won't stab you with a knife."

These words seemed to comfort him, and after a while, the man with his eyes open fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Jiuqing cleaned up very carefully, but because she had to keep raising her hand to hold the knife, Feng Jiuqing soon felt a little exhausted, and sweat dropped from her forehead in large drops.

Suddenly, a dry handkerchief wiped away the sweat on her face bit by bit.

She raised her head and looked at Nangong Ling, who nodded his chin and said, "Look at the knife."

This was a critical moment, and Feng Jiuqing ignored the awkwardness and focused on helping people clean up.

It wasn't until it was almost dark that all the pieces of rotten flesh on the man's body were removed.

After the anesthesia wore off, he was screaming in pain inside the room. People outside did not dare to come in and could only hear the shrill screams inside. Their eyes on Feng Jiuqing were full of fear.

Gu Luoyue waited outside for as long as Feng Jiuqing had been undergoing incision surgery.

"How about it?"

"It's almost ready."

Seeing her face pale and tired, Gu Luoyue still had a lot to say, and she had to swallow it back at this time.

"You guys go and have a rest first. We'll talk about anything tomorrow."

Feng Jiuqing was exhausted, so she followed Gu Luoyue and her subordinates to the house and fell asleep directly.

Nangong Ling asked the concierge for a basin of water. The water here was very precious, but thinking that the person inside was someone the owner of the house liked, the concierge went to bring the water without much hesitation.

Looking at the person on the bed whose forehead was wet with sweat, Nangong Ling's calm and serious eyes were filled with dense distress. He wet the handkerchief and wiped it briefly for Feng Jiuqing before pulling it up for her.

Quilt.

After doing all this, he looked as normal and used the water that Feng Jiuqing had used to clean himself up. Then he lay down beside Feng Jiuqing and fell asleep with her in his arms.

I don't know how long it took, but Feng Jiuqing was half asleep when she heard someone knocking on the door. Then Nangong Ling's deep voice said something to the other party, and the door closed with a "squeak".

"Get up and have your meal."

Today's surgery put a great strain on Feng Jiuqing's physical strength. Knowing that she was very tired, Nangong Ling still cruelly called her up to eat.

The aroma of the fragrant rice porridge and the dishes made Feng Jiuqing slightly open her eyes.

Seeing Nangong Ling sitting in front of the window with porridge, looking like he could pick up a spoon to feed her right away, she quickly waved her hand.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Seeing her persistence, Nangong Ling gave up.

Feng Jiuqing stood up and looked at the most sumptuous meal in these days. She felt so hungry that her chest pressed against her back. She sat at the table and ate, which was a sharp contrast to Nangong Ling's carefully trained and slow way of eating.

contrast.

After the meal, someone naturally came to clear away the dishes. Feng Jiuqing touched her belly and walked in the yard to eat.

Nangong Ling stood under the eaves of the corridor, crossing her hands on her chest and looking at her softly.

Feeling very uncomfortable being looked at like this, Feng Jiuqing scratched her face and asked, "Don't you have your own house?"

Why is it always hanging in front of her eyes?

After she finished speaking, she saw Nangong Ling showing a meaningful expression, "Didn't he say that we were lovers? That's why he didn't give him an extra house."

The corner of Feng Jiuqing's mouth moved. She turned around and wanted to find someone to send a message to Gu Luoyue.

Nangong Ling seemed to have roundworms in her stomach and knew immediately what she was doing.

"Don't disturb others. We have guests here today. It will be inconvenient for you to go."

Looking at the fox tail exposed under the serious face of that guy, Feng Jiuqing really wanted to cut his face with a scalpel.

She was really tired. After walking around the yard twice, she felt a little sleepy. When she returned to the house, Nangong Ling followed suit.

"Don't follow me."

"This is also my house." Nangong Ling stood in front of him, her voice was calm, but her eyes were on the bed where she was lying.

Without saying a word, Feng Jiuqing picked up the quilt on the bed with her feet and threw it towards Nangong Ling.

"There are many places in this house. Besides here, you can sleep wherever you want."

Nangong Ling looked at her lively appearance and laughed dumbly, suddenly remembering something she hadn't had time to ask before.

"In your heart..." Some more direct words turned around on the tip of the tongue and turned into another meaning, "I am not as annoying as before."

Feng Jiuqing was still angry, "It's just as annoying."

She clearly said things she hated about him, but Nangong Ling felt like her heart was filled with something.

"Okay, I'll try not to be so annoying in the future."

He took a deep breath and wanted to ask Feng Jiuqing when he would forgive him, but he didn't ask after a long time, and Feng Jiuqing had already fallen asleep holding the quilt he took from the cabinet.

Early on the next morning, Feng Jiuqing and Nangong Ling had just finished their breakfast, when Gu Luoyue specially sent someone to find them.

Today I couldn't help but look at Gu Luoyue alone, with an unfamiliar face. Compared with Gu Luoyue's ruggedness, this person was like a little bud.

Although this metaphor is strange, the first word that Feng Jiuqing thought of when she saw the person in front of her was "little bud".

In modern terms, it is juvenile.

"Do you really know what poison that is?"

"Don't you all know?"

If the world didn't know about it, it wouldn't attract so many people to the desert to hunt for treasures.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Yaya introduced himself: "I'm Bo Ruisheng, I'm glad to meet you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Feng Jiuqing."

"Nangong Ling."

Bo Ruisheng opened his mouth, obviously a little too surprised by these two impressive names.

"You are Prince Sheng, and you are the Young Master of the Western Regions?"

"No." They both said in unison.

"..." Bo Ruisheng looked at Gu Luoyue, who touched her nose awkwardly. Indeed, he almost killed the two people when he brought them back without knowing their names.

As the head of a desert family like him, I am afraid he cannot withstand the cavalry of the Western Regions and the Great Yan Dynasty.

"I have offended you many times before, please forgive me." He apologized somewhat stiffly.
Chapter completed!