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Chapter 322
"How does it look?" Yun Xiangxiang instinctively felt that Ling Qingluo would not say anything nice, but she still wanted to ask.

Her apricot eyes are penetrating, and the bright light seems to light up the whole face. She is wearing yesterday's wedding dress, with loose black hair, no matter how you look at it, she looks like a little fairy who has emerged from the mud and is not stained.

Reflecting her clean eyes, Ling Qingluo's face was a little red, and the tips of her ears seemed to be completely red.

After a while, he settled down.

"It doesn't look... like a girl who would do that kind of thing."

"..." Yun Xiangxiang was speechless for a while, those things were not done by her in the first place, let alone by the original owner.

The original owner was very cowardly, he would not do these things at all, he was a caring person, spreading falsehoods.

She nodded to Ling Qingluo, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

"You're a good man!" she said.

The wedding gown was very long, and it was a bit stumbling to walk. Yun Xiangxiang held the corner of her skirt with her white and tender hands, and her black hair was scattered behind her, and she looked absolutely beautiful and clean.

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Huo Beichuan was in a coma for a day and a night.

Ling Qingluo originally wanted to investigate Yun Xiangxiang carefully.

How come it's such a coincidence that Yun Xiangxiang can cure Huo Beichuan's poison?
Their plan was to ask Yun Xiangxiang to make medicines, take those medicines, and then have a good time with Huo Beichuan, and use her to lure the Gu worms out of Huo Beichuan's body.

Of course, if the plan was successful, Yun Xiangxiang would die.

Huo Beichuan and Ling Qingluo had negotiated with General Yun early in the morning to compensate the Yun family.

The gold and silver silk that was carried into Yun's house, as well as General Yun's subsequent promotion, were all paid for by Yun Xiangxiang.

Ling Qingluo had a good impression of Yun Xiangxiang, and felt that it was impossible for a girl with such clear eyes to do harm.

However, Huo Beichuan fell into a coma, but somehow he had a feeling for Yun Xiangxiang.

Huo Beichuan vomited blood in a coma, and had a seizure. He beat a servant who had been serving him half to death, and smashed up the entire yard.

The butler hurriedly found Yun Xiangxiang, and as soon as Yun Xiangxiang approached Huo Beichuan, within ten steps, the darkness in Huo Beichuan's eyes faded, and he passed out.

Then, Yun Xiangxiang moved away. After more than thirty steps, Huo Beichuan's breath became unstable.

This thing is so delicate.

Ling Qingluo had no choice but to investigate Yun Xiangxiang's identity.

In the cubicle, Huo Beichuan lay unconscious on the couch.

Ling Qingluo looked at Yun Xiangxiang who was eating preserved fruit.

Her white and tender cheeks bulged and chewed, no matter how she looked at it, she had a sweet and warm appearance that was so cute that it melted the heart.

"Yun Xiangxiang, how did you detoxify the King Regent's poison? Why did the poison disappear as soon as you approached it, and it started to flare up again as soon as you moved away?" Ling Qingluo asked the girl with a straight face.

The maid bathed and changed her clothes, and Yun Xiangxiang changed into a light and comfortable pink dress.

Before getting married, the Prince Regent's mansion had newly prepared silks and fabrics, all for Yun Xiangxiang.

With a pure white background, the pink outer skirt is as light and thin as gauze, and the hand is as soft as feather weaving, and there are patterns of peach blossoms on the skirt.

The skirts are all top craftsmanship in the palace. Wearing this skirt, Yun Xiangxiang's fair face looks extremely beautiful, and her pair of apricot eyes flicker, making her look clearer.

"Oh..." Yun Xiangxiang swallowed the preserved fruit, took a sip of water, and then returned to Ling Qingluo's words, "Because I am the saint of Miaojiang, my blood can cure all kinds of poisons, especially Gu poison, and I am most afraid of it." gone."

"Saint of Miaojiang?" Ling Qingluo almost fell off the chair, leaning on the table, he sat firmly, with a breezy face, serious expression, "Are you telling the truth?"

(End of this chapter)