The reborn medical concubine is not easy to mess with

The rain kept falling, but the atmosphere inside the carriage was so ambiguous. The coachman driving the carriage heard the noise coming from the carriage, and a complicated smile appeared on his lips. The whip in his hand hit the horse driving the carriage, and they drove in the rain. …

After more than an hour, it stopped. At this moment, the rain had also stopped. The coachman's voice came into the carriage: "Your Majesty, there is no one inhabited within a radius of ten miles. I have been searching for a long time, and then I found a ruined temple." , we can rest here for the night and hit the road tomorrow!"

The coachman's voice reached Xuanyuan Hanyue's ears, and his hand touched Zheng Ming's cheek: "Xiaohui, let's stay in the ruined temple tonight and set off on our journey tomorrow."

"Okay!" Zheng Minghui's eyes fell on Xuanyuan Hanyue.

Immediately, Xuanyuan Hanyue took the lead to get out of the carriage and helped Zheng Minghui out of the carriage. They looked extremely intimate. Seeing this, the coachman felt sweet in his heart. Just now, he also knew exactly what happened between the prince and Miss Zheng in the carriage. , just looking at Miss Zheng Er, the marks on her neck, it is not difficult to see how intense what happened just now was.

Zheng Minghui noticed the coachman's gaze. She pulled up her clothes to cover the marks on her neck, and secretly glared at Xuanyuan Hanyue: This is all his fault, she made a fool of herself.

"Xiaohui, are you okay?" Xuanyuan Hanyue touched her forehead, and the temperature on her forehead also dissipated a little.

"Much better." Zheng Minghui's voice reached Xuanyuan Hanyue's ears, and her face suddenly turned red. Just now, she was unconscious due to high fever, and she was in the carriage with him...

Thinking about this, her face turned red and she was afraid to face him.

After all, she and him had not yet gone to the wedding hall to get married, nor had they drank Hexin wine, but they had entered the bridal chamber and had a physical relationship. Although the women of the Ming family had always been bold and unrestrained, she was also pure when it came to matters between men and women. , she had these relationships with him many times, and when she saw him, she was a little nervous...

"Your Majesty, please go down and light a fire..." The coachman bowed his hands and said word by word.

"Go!"

Xuanyuan Hanyue's voice reached the coachman's ears. Hearing the words, the coachman immediately left the place.

Stepping into the ruined temple, it was dilapidated and the Buddha statues were smashed to pieces. I had wanted to come here and it had been abandoned for many years.

Xuanyuan Hanyue found some straw mats and asked her to sit down: "Xiaohui, you must be hungry too. I'll go find something to eat."

The sound reached Zheng Minghui's ears.

"Within a radius of ten miles, there is no one living in Liao. How can we get anything to eat?" Zheng Minghui's voice reached his ears.

"Just now, on the way, I saw a small river. I can catch some fish and bake them!"

Xuanyuan Hanyue's eyes were a little evasive, and her voice was broken into Zheng Minghui's ears. Every sentence was decisive, and every word was heart-piercing, piercing Zheng Minghui's heart.

These remarks fell into Zheng Minghui's ears, and her eyes fell on Xuanyuan Hanyue: "The river seems to be some distance away from us. It should take half an hour to go back and forth. You go that far to catch fish?"

She had also noticed the small river just now, but now they were probably far away from the small river. The carriage drove on the road for more than half an hour, but he told her that he was going to catch fish.

"Xiaohui, don't worry, I have my own way." Xuanyuan Hanyue's voice reached Zheng Minghui's ears, comforting her.

As soon as he said these words, he was about to leave the place, but was grabbed by Zheng Minghui: "You are not allowed to leave."

The domineering voice reached Xuanyuan Hanyue's ears. The voice echoed in the ruined temple, reflected in the echo, and swirled in Xuanyuan Hanyue's ears.

"I'll be back soon!" Xuanyuan Hanyue thought that Zheng Minghui was worried about him.

"There is no one inhabited within a radius of ten miles here. You just leave me in this ruined temple like this. What will happen to me if something happens to me?" Zheng Minghui put her arms around Xuanyuan Hanyue's waist, and her voice reached Xuanyuan Hanyue's ears. , that sound made his whole heart melt.

These remarks made Xuanyuan Hanyue fall into deep thought. Xiaohui was alone in the ruined temple. It was really not safe...

He was in a dilemma for a while and couldn't make up his mind: "Brother Zihan, wait for the coachman to come back and ask him to pick some wild fruits. I just saw a tree outside with red fruits growing on it... We can go pick it." Some to satisfy hunger.”

When Xuanyuan Hanyue was deep in thought, Zheng Minghui's voice came to Xuanyuan Hanyue's ears: "Okay, when the coachman comes back, let him pick some fruits."

In the blink of an eye, the driver came back with firewood and lit a fire. In the blink of an eye, the fire began to burn brightly: "Leng Yun, go outside and pick some fruits."

Xuanyuan Hanyue ordered.

It turns out that the driver is called Leng Yun. He is the secret guard of the Regent's Palace. Although his martial arts is not top-notch, his hidden weapon skills are indeed superb.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I obey your orders." After saying that, Leng Yun went outside to pick some fruits and came in and presented the fruits to Xuanyuan Hanyue: "Your Majesty, I have picked the fruits."

"Well! Let it go!"

He carried some fruits into the ruined temple and placed them on the broken desk.

"Xiaohui, here!" He took a piece of fruit and handed it to Zheng Minghui.

Zheng Minghui's eyes fell on the fruits handed over by Xuanyuan Hanyue. The shapes of these fruits were a little different. She felt that these fruits looked familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before. She hesitated and took the fruits from Xuanyuan Hanyue's hand.

"Xiaohui, what's wrong with you?" Xuanyuan Hanyue's voice was filled with confusion and confusion.

"This fruit cannot be eaten..." Zheng Minghui's voice reached Xuanyuan Hanyue's ears during half a cup of tea.

These remarks fell into Xuanyuan Hanyue's ears, and he looked at her doubtfully: "Why can't you eat it?"

"This fruit is a miraculous fruit. It is rarely very poisonous. If you take it accidentally, your life will be in danger, or your mouth and eyes will be distorted... I once saw the enchanting fruit in Master's library, so I wrote this down. The shape of the fruit, when I saw it, I was a little curious... and then I remembered such an important thing." Zheng Minghui's thin voice reached Xuanyuan Hanyue's ears.

When these remarks fell into Leng Yun's ears, his face turned pale for a moment, apparently because he was frightened by Zheng Minghui's words.

But when he reacted, he realized that he was too cowardly. The secret guards around his dignified regent were actually afraid and panicked.

Then he threw the fruit out of the ruined temple.

"Master? Xiaohui, which master taught you all your medical skills?"

Xuanyuan Hanyue's voice reached Zheng Minghui's ears, and his eyes fell on Zheng Minghui.

"Yes!" He told him without hesitation.

"Who is Xiaohui's master? How could he teach a disciple with such superb medical skills as Xiaohui?" Xuanyuan Hanyue was a little confused and puzzled. He really wanted to know who she studied under, who could actually cure the remaining poison in his body for many years.

"Brother Zihan, don't rush this. I will tell you slowly in the future."