Lord Shura's only favorite concubine

Chapter 8

"If I don't go, Yue Wu will die." Turning her back to the three of them, looking in the direction of Xiling Peak, Feng Qinghan showed a bitter smile on her muddy face.He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that he will never see Xuanyuan Yuewu's smiling face again.

"Yan'er, maybe Master will have a solution." Xuanyuan Wentian, who had been silent all this time, hugged Murong Lingyan and reminded him softly.Murong Lingyan's apprentice is Can Yue, a ghost doctor. This Can Yue is a person who is both righteous and evil, and has a lot of research on poison. If he is found, he may be able to save Xuanyuan Yuewu's life.

"Why did I forget my master, I'll go to Feige to pass on the letter and invite him to come over." After Xuanyuan Wentian reminded, Murong Lingyan couldn't help but a gleam of light ignited in the pair of phoenix eyes. Fragrant kisses fell heavily on Xuanyuan Wentian's face, and then he got up and quickly rushed into the bamboo building.

Xuanyuan Wentian touched the place on his face that had been kissed by Murong Lingyan, smiled helplessly, glanced at Feng Qinghan, thought for a while, then walked up to Xuanyuan Junxi and whispered a few words to him, and then The Fengyin sword in his hand was handed over to him, and then he turned and walked towards the inside of the bamboo building.

Feng Qinghan turned around and stared blankly at the backs of Murong Lingyan and Xuanyuan Wentian who had disappeared at the door of the bamboo building, the light in her eyes flickered, and the worry on her face did not lessen at all.He had also heard of the ghost doctor's reputation, but he was also very aware of the toxicity of the ice and fire poison. If there was no antidote, the poisoned person would undoubtedly die.

"When the ghost doctor comes, Yue'er will be fine. I'll take you to rest, it's already very late at night." Putting Feng Yinjian behind him, Xuanyuan Junxi walked to Feng Qinghan's side and saw his face Still worried deeply, he patted him on the shoulder lightly, and comforted him aloud.

Turning her head and taking a faint look at Xuanyuan Junxi, Feng Qinghan nodded slightly after a while, followed Xuanyuan Junxi and walked slowly towards a courtyard opposite the bamboo building.

The night breeze was cool, and the peach blossoms planted around the house dropped a few petals from time to time, and the paths all over the garden were sparsely covered with a layer of pink tapestry.A crooked bright moon appeared in the night sky at some unknown time, and the faint moonlight reflected the colorful rays of light on Xiling Peak, covering the whole night with a mysterious veil.

Feng Qinghan, who had already walked to the gate of the courtyard opposite the bamboo building, tightly held the blue and white jade pendant in his hand, as if he had made up his mind, turned around and looked at the bamboo building not far behind him, his eyes were full of tenderness.

A gust of wind blew up the fallen flowers all over the ground, and the leaves in the courtyard were rustled by the wind.The muddy young man finally took a deep look at the opposite bamboo building, turned around and disappeared at the gate of the yard without hesitation.

In a small courtyard behind the bamboo building, Murong Lingyan stood quietly at the window, looking thoughtfully at the colorful clouds on Xiling Peak.

"Yan'er, don't worry too much, I'm in charge of everything." Putting the coat in his hand lightly on Murong Lingyan's body, Xuanyuan Wentian embraced Murong Lingyan in his arms, and followed her gaze to look at Xiling Peak. The direction, the gentle voice is full of pity.

"Brother Tian, ​​do you know the identity of that young man?" Leaning his head on Xuanyuan Wentian's chest, Murong Lingyan thought of Feng Qinghan's double pupils, and his worry deepened a little.

Although the current Snow Wing Country is rich and powerful, the court is full of wind and clouds, and every step of the way is turbulent.The dozen or so princes get along well on the surface, but secretly they are fighting each other, and they will not hesitate to kill each other for the position of emperor.

Ninth Prince Feng Qinghan was originally the most likely person among the many princes to become the prince, but who would have thought that he would suddenly appear in this desolate and remote place in Xichuan, and make him so desolate that he wanted to take this opportunity to put him to death I don't know how many.Today they rescued him, even if they provoked countless enemies.

(End of this chapter)