After being reborn, the alluring concubine who became the prince

Chapter 62 The bitter medicine
Nie Fuyang slightly raised his eyebrows looking at the three unusual weapons, and then his eyes fell on a workbench.

There are all kinds of utensils on it, like those in a blacksmith's shop.

"Is this asking me to make weapons myself?" Nie Fuyang looked at those tools and had a bad feeling.

Suili nodded affirmatively: "That's what the master means. Forging some special weapons is also a kind of cultivation. Although weapon refining is a life contract for self-cultivation, but forging some special weapons can help the master accumulate energy."

And the Qiyuan energy will also be absorbed by the life deed by itself, so as to cultivate.

Nie Fuyang understood.

After that, she didn't go to the cheat room anymore, and decided to return to reality.

Nie Fuyang woke up on the exquisite and luxurious bed, and the room smelled of medicine.

In order to make herself appear normal, before waking up, she specially took a kind of medicine to pretend to be weak from the pill room.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the room, Nie Fuyang quickly took the medicine first.

His rosy face gradually turned pale and feeble.

Suddenly the door was pushed open from the outside, Li Mei came in with a bowl of medicine, saw that Nie Fuyang woke up, and immediately walked over: "You are definitely awake."

Nie Fuyang looked at her, suddenly showing a long-lost look, but he was not noticed for just a second.

"What is this medicine?" She frowned slightly as she looked at the bowl of black medicine in Li Mei's hand.

You can tell how bitter it is by smelling it.

Li Mei handed the medicine to her, with an expression on her face: "The medicine prescribed by the pharmacist that Second Young Master found for you is not affordable for most people. You should drink the medicine now that you are seriously injured."

It's not hard to hear the caring meaning in Li Mei's words.

Nie Fuyang had no choice but to hold the bowl of medicine, and under Li Mei's eyes, she raised her head and drank it. If it is bitter, it should be harder, as it is to nourish the body.

Nie Fuyang wrinkled her face and forcibly drank it, the bitter taste spread quickly, making her expression slightly out of control, making her ugly face even uglier.

Whoever prescribed this medicine, I don't know, I thought it was to take advantage of her illness to kill her.

Li Mei smiled casually: "That person Qingchen doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and he doesn't give any candied fruit."

Nie Fuyang suppressed his nausea and forcibly swallowed it, then shook his head: "It's okay."

Li Mei looked at her appreciatively: "You are the second person who didn't spit out the medicine."

"Who is the first one?" Nie Fuyang found a glass of water and drank it, clearing the bitter taste in his mouth.

"Second young master, drinking medicine is the same as drinking water, with an expressionless face." Li Mei praised her master once.

Nie Fuyang twitched the corners of his mouth, why did he sound more like a Xunren.

Li Mei put away the medicine bowl and said, "Okay, you should rest first and then change your clothes. I will go to see the Second Young Master later."

Nie Fuyang nodded.

She changed into a simple dress, sat in front of the vanity mirror and combed her unchanging hair bun, watching the birthmark on her face in a daze, and it faded again.

This doesn't look like a real birthmark.

But now she can't figure out what to worry about. Thinking of Li Mei's order, she tidied herself up and left the room, her face paler under the bright sunlight.

Only at this time did she have the opportunity to look at the courtyard. It is very large, very delicate, very luxurious, and the layout is very rich. It is definitely not something that a son of the Marquis can achieve.

The corridors of the courtyard were full of servants and servants. She lowered her head and walked towards Muwen's courtyard while asking the people here.

Mu Wen was sitting in the gazebo, with a desk in front of him, and he was drawing.

Nie Fuyang walked over and was about to kneel when he heard the young man say, "You don't need to kneel when you see me in the future."

Nie Fuyang's half-bent legs straightened immediately, she didn't ask the reason, it was just right not to kneel, acting was too tiring.

Yiyi sat on Nie Fuyang's head without any weight, looking at the young man in a white robe with a pure face.

"Second Young Master, are you looking for me?" Nie Fuyang slightly raised his eyes to look at the young man's perfect side face, a strand of black hair was hanging down, flowing out of the dust.

The pen in Mu Wen's hand kept on, and the scenery on the drawing paper was already vivid on the paper.

Yiyi exclaimed: "This man is a very good painter. He has already drawn the charm of the scenery in the pool with just a few strokes. The strokes are crisp and neat, and the coloring is bright and full."

Nie Fuyang ignored its worshiping voice.

Muwen didn't look at it all the time, holding the pen with a hand with well-defined joints, and his slender and well-proportioned fingers looked clean and skinny: "How is your body?"

Nie Fuyang's pupils paused slightly, Muwen asked himself to come here just to ask this?

"After drinking the medicine from Miss Li Mei, it's much better, and the second young master is worried."

As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it. Is Muwen worried about her? Then maybe she has some calculations in her heart, and she has misunderstood others by saying so.

Fortunately, there is no one else here.

Muwen didn't mind what she said, he put the last stroke, and on the drawing paper was a pool of beautiful hibiscus flowers.

He put down his pen, raised his head slightly, and his cool eyes finally fell on her: "It seems that your injury is not very serious."

Nie Fuyang almost couldn't maintain his calm expression, what kind of eyes this person is, can you tell from this?

"Second Young Master also sees a doctor?" She vaguely wanted to change the topic.

Mu Wen followed her words and replied: "No, it's not that I can't see it, I don't need to know a doctor to see it."

Nie Fuyang held back the complaints in his heart, and bowed slightly: "Second Young Master has sharp eyes, so naturally I can't hide anything from you."

She didn't admit it or deny it, and hoped that Muwen wouldn't be so embarrassed to expose her.

Mu Wen's expression was indifferent, as if he had heard her voice and did not continue on this topic.

With his hands behind his back, he has a slender and tall figure: "The assassination on the street yesterday has been investigated. It is a mysterious organization. They are called Lingling. They are the most powerful assassin organization in Jiuzhou. They come from the Lingling area of ​​Dongzhou. No man's city, their target is you."

Mu Wen spoke slowly, with a calm tone.

Nie Fuyang was not at all calm when she heard that, logically speaking, she was just a slave of the Marquis Mansion, how could she attract a powerful assassin organization to chase and kill her from thousands of miles away.

Mu Wen paid attention to her expression, saw that she was also puzzled, and said: "The reason for killing you is because of a must-kill order, the whole organization will unconditionally carry out assassination, assassination and poisoning until you are killed."

"Second Young Master, why did you tell me this?" Nie Fuyang thanked Mu Wen very much for telling him about this deadly threat, but no one would show affection for no reason.

Mu Wen lowered his eyes, looking at the independent girl standing aside, the aura of her in just one night made him even more unbearable.

"Do good things." He just said, without much explanation.

Nie Fuyang almost lost control of his expression, he opened his mouth wide and exclaimed, whoever does good deeds will believe it!

But she still pretended to be calm and said: "Second Young Master is very kind. People like Second Young Master should live longer than heaven. I thank Second Young Master for your help."

Mu Wen's deep eyes fell on her face, as if he couldn't see the birthmark on her face: "Well, the pharmacist will come and give you another pulse later."

Nie Fuyang couldn't refuse either, so he could only stand here obediently and wait.

(End of this chapter)