The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 136 The Most Poisonous Woman

After drinking porridge and eating all the side dishes, it's still raining outside, and I don't want Bitao to make another trip. Fortunately, there are still candied fruit in the room, let's satisfy my hunger.

Back to the room, Bitao embroidered, Tang Nineteen continued to draw, and only drew one piece. She was sleepy and "drunk", and she couldn't hold it anymore, so she yawned.

Bi Tao looked at the sky outside: "Miss is sleepy? Is it still early? Is Miss going to bed now?"

Sniffing, Tang Nineteen rubbed his wrists and neck: "Well, I'm asleep, you go now."

"Miss, go to sleep. The rain seems to be about to stop. This servant waits for the rain to stop and helps you open the awning before going to sleep."

"Alright, it's hot and the canopy is airtight. If it's stuffy all night, my herbs will be stuffed, so don't be too late. If you're sleepy before the rain stops, go to sleep."

"Yes, miss, the servants are going outside to work."

Bitao picked up the sewing basket and went out with a soybean oil lamp.

Tang Shijiu got on the bed, turned over, her nose was stuffy, and she exhaled from only one nostril. It was difficult for her to breathe, so she simply opened her mouth to breathe, which made her feel much more comfortable.

Sleepy, she fell into a deep sleep not long after.

Waking up in a daze, the frogs and insects were chirping outside, very summery.

She turned over and felt something stuck in her back. She reached out and touched it. It was a box, which was hard.

After dialing to the side, she continued to sleep soundly.

When I woke up again, it was already the next morning, and there was a pleasant fragrance beside my pillow, even if one of my noses was blocked, I could still smell it clearly, it was agarwood.

Qu Tiange's agarwood.

When she sat up, she saw a sachet, wasn't it the peony sachet that Bi Tao was embroidering recently?I thought she was embroidering to pass the time for fun, but it turned out to be for her.

She chuckled, the girl has a heart, is it a birthday present?

Stuffing the sachet to the edge of her nose and inhaling forcefully, she coughed for a while because of choking.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, is this the legendary thing that can be seen from a distance and not be played with? How much agarwood powder did this girl put in?"

Sniffing, itching, but the person is okay, but the muscles are a little sore and not very energetic.

She leaned on the edge of the bed to get out of bed, and pressed her hand against a hard box.

Pushing aside the thin quilt, I looked down and saw a box over a foot long covered by my palm.

The workmanship of the box is very exquisite, with engraved pear patterns on all sides, a mountain, river and lake carved in the center, and the four corners are wrapped with copper sheets, even the shape of the copper sheets is auspicious cloud pattern.

There was a brass button on the box, Tang Nineteen gently opened the button.

Breaking off the brass clasp, Tang Nineteen opened the box, and suddenly exclaimed: "Bitao, Bi Tao, it's not in vain that Miss Ben loves you so much, it's a waste of money!"

Inside the box was a very delicate and beautiful dagger.

It is in the shape of a hook, with gold as the sheath, inlaid with five chicken blood red jades of the same size and polished roundness, and a word is carved between each two jade stones.

Tang Nineteen read it again: "The most poisonous woman."

Thinking that the way she read it was wrong, she even read it backwards: "Women are the most poisonous."

What the hell?

Picking up the dagger, she thought she had caught a cold and suffered from vertigo, so she put it in front of her eyes carefully and read it again: "Most, poison, woman, person."

Damn, Bi Tao, you're wrong.

Tang Nineteen took the dagger and rushed out. As soon as the door was opened, Bi Tao was cleaning the hall. Seeing her coming out with the dagger, she had an ambiguous expression: "Miss, do you like it?"

"Hehehe."

Tang Nineteen's smile, for some reason, made Bi Tao feel a chill down her spine: "Why, you don't like it?"

"What do you say?"

She approached step by step, holding the sheath in one hand and the handle of the knife in the other.

(End of this chapter)