Lord Shura's only favorite concubine

Chapter 7

Among the old houses in the depths of the town, in front of a bamboo building, Feng Qinghan sat blankly on the steps of the doorway, and kept thinking about the scene where Xuanyuan Yuewu blocked the arrows for him, her heart felt like a knife Generally uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, with Mother here, Yue'er will be fine." Xuanyuan Junxi, who hurried back to the old house with Xuanyuan Wentian, saw Feng Qinghan sitting quietly on the steps in front of the bamboo building, couldn't help but He walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him aloud.

These days Xuanyuan Yuewu was running outside all day, so Xuanyuan Junxi thought she was playing for fun, but now she realized that she was looking for the boy in front of her.It's just, what kind of charm does this muddy young man in front of him have that can make his arrogant sister fall in love with him.

Looking up at Xuanyuan Junxi blankly, Feng Qinghan nodded lightly, then turned her gaze to the bamboo tower again.

Xuanyuan Junxi wanted to say something, but was stopped by Xuanyuan Wentian with his eyes.Glancing at Feng Qinghan, seeing that his eyes were dim and his face was full of worry, he stopped talking, leaning against the pillar behind him, and waited for Murong Lingyan to come out of the bamboo building together.

The night wind was blowing, and before you knew it, it was already late at night.The colorful clouds on Xiling Peak still did not dissipate, like a huge lotus blooming in the darkness, the colorful rays of light illuminated the entire night sky on Xiling Peak.

"Mother, how is Yue'er?" The three of them waited outside the bamboo building for two hours before the door was slowly opened, and Murong Lingyan walked away slowly from the bamboo building with a tired face. When he came out, his face looked very pale.

Xuanyuan Wentian supported his beloved wife, wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and helped her sit down on the railing in front of the bamboo building. Xuanyuan Junxi and Feng Qinghan looked at Murong Lingyan with a tired expression on his face. The appearance, the worry in my heart deepened a little bit.

"The one in Yue'er is Beichuan's ice and fire poison. This poison is made by mixing and refining eighteen kinds of pure yang poisons and eighteen kinds of most yin poisons. There is no cure." With Xuanyuan Wentian's support, Murong Lingyan slowly sat on the stone steps in front of the bamboo building, glanced at Feng Qinghan at the side, and then slowly spoke.

If Xuanyuan Junxi hadn't given Xuanyuan Yuewu the Ninghua Pill she refined in time to temporarily suppress the toxicity of the ice and fire poison, Xuanyuan Yuewu would have been poisoned and died long ago.

Hearing Murong Lingyan's words, the three people on the side were all taken aback.The two father and son of Xuanyuan's family set their sights on Feng Qinghan even more. If they wanted to get the secret recipe for making poison, they could only find the person who made it.And now the only person who could possibly find the person who made the poison was Feng Qinghan.

But judging from tonight's situation, the man in black obviously wants to take Feng Qinghan's life. If he goes to find that man, he will undoubtedly seek his own death, but if he doesn't go, I'm afraid Xuanyuan Yuewu won't be able to last for a few days up.Thinking of this, the two father and son of the Xuanyuan family turned their eyes away, quietly looking at the huge colorful cloud on the Xiling Peak in the distance.

"I'll go find the antidote." After a while of silence, Feng Qinghan's cold voice sounded in the night wind.He couldn't just watch Xuanyuan Yuewu die for him, even if he lost his life.In this world, apart from Xuanyuan Yuewu, who would treat him so sincerely.

"No, Yue'er would rather die than die to save you. If you go to the man in black to get the antidote, you will surely die. Even if Yue'er wakes up, she will be sad." Xuanyuan Junxi shook his head, and vetoed Feng. Chilling thoughts.

Since Xuanyuan Yuewu was willing to block that arrow for him, it meant that this man held an extraordinary place in her heart.He knew his sister very well, if Feng Qinghan died because of her, she would live in guilt all her life.

"Jun'er is right, if Yue'er is willing to save you, she definitely doesn't want you to die. If you want Yue'er to be happy, live a good life and don't disappoint her." Murong leaned in Xuanyuan Wentian's arms Ling Yan looked at the muddy young man in front of him, and when his gaze touched his eyes, a shock flashed through his phoenix pupils.

Double pupils?If Murong Lingyan remembers correctly, the Ninth Prince Feng Qinghan of that dynasty had double pupils. Could this boy in front of him be the Ninth Prince Feng Qinghan?

Quickly suppressing the shock in his heart, countless conjectures flashed through Murong Lingyan's mind.It is said that Feng Qinghan was capable of poetry at the age of five, martial arts at the age of seven, entered the military camp at the age of ten, fought with the general Long Ao, made countless military exploits, and became king at the age of 13.A pair of pupils made him deeply favored by the emperor, half of the military power of Xueyi Kingdom was in his hands.It's just that such a high-ranking person, how could he end up in such a desolate situation today.

(End of this chapter)