"What is the purpose of saying this?" Murong Che asked lightly after a long time.

The Qing Concubine was arrogant and obscene. With his understanding of her, such a person could not bored to reveal his miserable past and gain others' sympathy.

Then, she must have no intention of saying this.

Qing Fei looked at her daughter's silent sleeping face, her pale fingers gently stroked her cheeks, and tears fell unexpectedly, saying: "Ali's coma this time was not due to physical fatigue or frightened, but toxins in the blood had attacked..."

Murong Che's face changed drastically.

"Toxin? What toxin?" he said in a panic, "You make it clear!"

"The blood of the Butterfly God sounds enviable and can resist hundreds of ghosts, but if you gain such abilities, you will also be backfired." Qing Concubine gently stroked her daughter's cheek, "Do you still remember that I left Shangjing fifteen years ago and disappeared for a while? At that time, it was because my body was backfired that I returned to southern Xinjiang to find a solution."

Murong Che breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingli and her mother were in the same dilemma. Since Qing Concubine was still alive, she must have found a solution.

He asked bluntly: "What should I do?"

"King Gu." Qing Concubine said, "The blood of the Butterfly God can resist hundreds of Gu, but Gu is the king of ten thousand Gu. If you can get the Gu King, you can suppress the toxins in the blood."

Murong Che didn't say anything.

Needless to say, Concubine Qing, he knew that the Gu King was not so easy to obtain. Southern Xinjiang is famous for its extraordinary witchcraft. In the Insect Valley, all the Gu insects in the world were collected, but there was only one of the Kings of Ten Thousand Gu.

"How did you find the Gu King back then?" Murong Che asked.

Concubine Qing shook her head and said, "I didn't find the Gu King back then."

"and you……"

"You want to ask me why I can live well without the Gu King?" Qing Concubine glanced at him and said, "I have lived in southern Xinjiang since I was a child. I am also a Gu Master. I know how to refine Gu. If I can't find Gu King, I will refine a strange poisonous Gu insect, use poison to fight poison, and use Gu poison to control the toxins born in my bloodline. But even so, my body has long been full of holes, and it has been getting worse every year. I have just turned 31 this year, but I don't have many days..."

Concubine Qing stretched out her left arm and rolled up her white sleeves.

In addition to the green and purple marks on the snow-white lotus arms, there is also a purple-red blood tendon in the middle, like a winding vine, extending from the wrist to the sleeves.

"Did you see it?" Qing Concubine lowered her sleeves and smiled calmly, "This poisonous tendon is the preview of my death. When she was fifteen, it was only a little longer. It had just grown from my wrist. After more than ten years, it had climbed all the way from my wrist to my shoulders. When one day it spreads to my heart, it would be poisoned into the five internal organs and was unable to turn the world back."

Her smile was very quiet and her tone was as calm as if she was talking about today's weather.

I have long put my life and death aside.

Murong Che was shocked and subconsciously held Qingli's wrist and rolled up his sleeves.

On his snow-white wrist, a little purple-red markings the size of rice grains had appeared.

Murong Che unconsciously clenched his fists, his muscles tense, and even the blue veins on his forehead burst out, and he asked stiffly: "What should I do to find the Gu King?"

Concubine Qing said: "It's very simple. As long as you send her back to the Gu King Hall in the Southern Xinjiang, the four elders will naturally contribute the Gu King to her when they see the blue butterfly mark on her back, and then crown her and honor it as the Butterfly God."

"But that way, she must stay in southern Xinjiang, right?" Murong Che looked at Concubine Qing coldly, and his cheek muscles jumped stiffly.

Qing Concubine Huo stood up, changed her cold expression, and said sternly: "But she will die without the Gu King! I am a Gu Master myself and know how to refine Gu insects to control toxins, but Ali can't do anything! If you force her to keep her by your side, at most three years, this poisonous tendon will spread to her heart!"

Murong Che did not speak, and his whole body was filled with a cold air.

"No matter what, I am all a mother, I can't watch my daughter die! Should you force her to stay by your side and die with you for three years, or send her back to the Gu King Palace and live well with you... If you really love her, you should know how !"

After Qing Fei said this passage excitedly, tears as big as beans fell down.

Qingli, who was sleeping, seemed to be disturbed and frowned uneasyly.

Seeing that Qingli was waking up, Qingfei didn't know how to face her daughter for a moment, and said, "Think about it yourself", and quickly walked out of Weiyang Palace.

Qingli's eyelashes trembled and he woke up slowly.

"Archer..."

She saw Murong Che who was standing by the bed, raised the corners of her lips and showed a bright smile.

Murong Che looked at her dependent eyes and felt his heart cut like a knife, and his chest seemed to be pressing on a huge rock, and he couldn't breathe.

"What's wrong with you?"

Qing Li looked at him in confusion, supported himself and sat on the bed, leaned on his shoulder, held his waist with both hands, and asked with concern: "Is something wrong? Is it sick? Your face looks ugly."

"I'm fine."

Murong Che lowered his head and pecked her lips, then reached out to hold her in his arms, rubbing his chin gently against the top of her hair.

Qingli is a little confused.

But she felt that Murong Che was in a low mood now and needed her comfort, so she leaned in his arms obediently and let him hold him.

The fragrance of honey in the gilded furnace burned continuously, and the light smoke swirled in the air and disappeared.

The sweet fragrance creates a sweet atmosphere in the room.

There is another scene in Xiangluan Pavilion.

On the scarlet carpet of the bedroom, there were messy clothes all the way, and under the feet of the bed, there were even a few pieces of bedclothed clothes that turned into rags.

It seemed as if I could not bear the fierce movements of the man on the bed, the wooden board made a squeaking scream, and the red curtain kept shaking and flying, and occasionally the two entangled and overlapping bodies in the depths of the bed curtain were exposed.

Princess Mingyue was being pressed under her body, holding the pillow and crying at her father and mother.

Yang Jin turned a deaf ear, his mind had been dispelled by the medicine, leaving only the clamoring desire of the beast, with scarlet eyes, biting the delicate neck of the man beneath him, and rushed forward regardless.

Seeing that no matter how hard she struggled and begged for mercy, Princess Mingyue could only bite the pillow and cried.

It hurts so much. She is almost killed by him. Yang Jin's skills are really bad!

Also, didn’t Doctor Xu say that the Hehuan Powder has mild properties? After she put two of them, Yang Jin turned into a beast and was cheating!

It was not until the evening that Yang Jin roared and sprinkled all the heat into her body.

He lay on her and gasped for a moment, then licked her neck with uneasy feelings before he pulled out, turned over and lay on the bed to rest.

Although my body is tired, I feel a sense of satisfaction after exhaustion.

Yang Jin turned his head to see Princess Mingyue, but found that the other party was lying on the bed like a dead fish, biting the pillow in his mouth, and his face was covered with tears and snot.

Yang Jin was stunned.

"How are you?" he asked uncertainly.

Princess Mingyue was in tears, "I'm almost dying..."

Yang Jin was a little embarrassed and said, "I can't blame me for this. Who asked you to drug me?" He licked his lips with unsatisfactory feelings, "But the taste is not bad."

Princess Mingyue's cheeks were hot, but her face was flushed, and no matter how red it was, she couldn't tell.

She hummed twice, buried her face in the pillow and said nothing.

After a moment, she raised her face and said softly: "Yang Jin, don't be afraid. Now you are mine, and I will be responsible for you."

“…”

Yang Jin's mouth twitched.

What does he mean that he is already her? He is still responsible for him! Does she think this is the southern Xinjiang?

He grinded his teeth, pinched her chin and said, "Little thing, I'll drug you, plot against me. Now, I'm afraid the whole palace will know about it. Are you satisfied now?"

"What are you doing?" Princess Mingyue roared fiercely and said sarcastically, "Are you so afraid of being known to others? Are you afraid of being known to Qingli and have no shame to see her?"

Yang Jin's eyes turned dim.

He took a deep breath, plunged his arms behind his head, and smiled bitterly: "So what if you know, so what if you don't know. Anyway, she doesn't have me in her heart, and she won't care about my affairs..."

He sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Princess Mingyue held the pillow and lay down next to him and looked at him.

For some reason, seeing his sad and lost expression, her heart was sore and blunt, her nose was sore, and tears rolled down.

When Yang Jin opened his eyes, he happened to see this scene and asked, "Okay, why are you crying?"

Princess Mingyue sobbed twice, reached out to wipe off her tears, and choked and said, "It hurts..."

pain?

Yang Jin felt a little regretful when he thought of Meng Lang just now. Her body was still very tender, and she must have been injured by his rampant storm.

He reached out to lift the thin quilt on her body and said, "Let me see."

Princess Mingyue thought he was going to be beastly again, so she bent her knees and raised her legs, and kicked her away with a sudden kick.

"I'll be slutty if you dare to do anything again, I'll chop you up!"

Yang Jin fell on the carpet naked, stunned and couldn't come back to his senses.

For a moment, his angry roar rang out from Xiangluan Pavilion.
Chapter completed!