There are always so many sexes every day

Of course I'm hungry, I haven't eaten for a long time..."

"I'll get someone to bring you food..." Murong Ang said, and was about to get up and go out.

The door was pushed open slightly, and the little assassin showed his head and said, "Seventh Young Master, you can just stay with Brother Ming Huan. I'll get the food." After speaking, he closed the door.

Now that someone did it, Murong Ang simply sat down again, hugged Song Huanhuan in his arms, and channeled his inner energy to heal his wounds.

"Hmm..." Song Huanhuan only felt warm and comfortable all over her body.

"Is it better?"

Song Huanhuan nodded, and said lazily: "I didn't expect that internal force can be used like this... From now on, I will call you the master brand internal force healing machine."

Murong Ang always heard Song Huanhuan say some strange things, so he took it easy and didn't mind it at all.

The little assassin quickly came over with food, and with him came Green Bamboo with a bowl of medicine.

Song Huanhuan selectively ignored the bowl of medicine, greeted the two with an upbeat tone, and expressed his thoughts by the way.

With Murong Ang present, the two of them didn't dare to be presumptuous, they just stood aside obediently, staring straight at Song Huanhuan, their eyes were as red as a bunny.

Song Huanhuan leaned in Murong Ang's arms and accepted the feeding honestly, but she felt uncomfortable after drinking half a bowl and didn't want to drink anymore.

Murong Ang didn't force him, put down the porridge and picked up the medicine bowl to feed him.

Qing Zhu hurriedly said: "I went to ask Senior Yao Wang, this medicine is not very effective, it is good for treating internal injuries, it won't stimulate... Then what..."

Murong Ang nodded, picked up the spoon and was about to feed him.

Song Huanhuan pretended not to understand the meaning of Qingzhu's words, and turned her head to dodge, the smell was so bitter, if she drank it, she would die!

The little assassin blinked, took out two sugar balls wrapped in sugar from his purse, and said, "Brother Minghuan, you can drink it obediently and have some sugar to eat~"

Song Huanhuan: "..." He's not a kid, okay?

A few minutes later, Song Huanhuan failed to escape and drank the medicine obediently, and was quickly stuffed with a sugar ball by the little assassin.

Smacking and smacking her lips, Song Huanhuan regained her energy and said with a smile, "What are you two doing standing? Move a stool over here to sit."

The two of them glanced at Murong Ang, then shook their heads, wanting to go out.

Murong Ang said in a low voice: "How about letting them stay here with you? I'll come as soon as I go."

Song Huanhuan nodded: "Yes."

After kissing Song Huanhuan on the forehead, Murong Ang went out.

Waiting for Murong Ang to disappear, Qing Zhu and the two of them no longer restrained, moved a stool and sat down in front of the bed, and looked at Song Huanhuan dumbfoundedly with their chin propped on their hands.

Song Huanhuan couldn't help laughing: "You two look so dumb..."

Qing Zhu pouted and said: "My lord..."

Song Huanhuan put away her smile and pretended to be serious: "Okay, okay, I won't laugh at you, just tell me, do you miss me during this time?"

Both of them had red eyes, and Song Huanhuan was startled, "Hey, hey, aren't you two? Why do you look like a child? Don't cry, I don't have any candy for you to eat."

The little assassin said: "Well... I'm not a child..."

Song Huanhuan said: "Yes, yes, only I am a child, right?"

For a moment, all three fell silent.

Song Huanhuan raised his hand and scratched his face, breaking the silence: "This time I really want to thank Qingzhu, your poison powder is really useful."

The two still didn't speak.

Song Huanhuan continued: "Let me tell you, that time was really dangerous. That nasty woman pushed me off the cliff..."

Both of them groaned, with terrified expressions on their faces.

"But it's also my fate. There is an old tree on the edge of the cliff. The roots are long and thick. When I fell, I was caught by the exposed roots, and then I grabbed the roots. Called for help, and then Murong Ang jumped down and hugged me up hahaha..." Song Huanhuan proudly said, "I'm lucky, right?"

The little assassin suddenly stood up and ran away without saying a word. Song Huanhuan blinked: "What's wrong with him?"

Qingzhu sniffed: "Maybe it's the urgency to urinate..."

Song Huanhuan nodded: "That guy must have stolen something and had diarrhea!"

Qingzhu smiled and said: "I'll help sister Huang Ying cook, young master, you should have a good rest."

"Alright, I'll stay here for a while and sleep later." Song Huanhuan waved his hand and let Qingzhu leave.

When he was the only one left, Song Huanhuan smiled wryly and shook his head: "These guys..."

They must have thought that he didn't hear anything, but the fact is that Song Huanhuan heard everything, but he couldn't move or speak before, so he could only lie dry, listening to the medicine king said that there are still six days left, and the poison is hard to cure... …

Song Huanhuan touched his sore chest and sighed weakly.

Thirteen and the others still failed to catch Pulsatilla, and when they came back to take orders, they all looked regretful.

Murong Ang didn't care, just let them go down and rest.

The captured Hua Liu was locked up in the firewood room. The poison refined by the green bamboo was not a fatal poison, and Murong Ang sent someone to give her the medicine, so now Hua Liu is half dead.

Murong Ang just stood in the yard for a long time, waited until the little assassin and Qing Zhu came out one after the other, then he regained his composure and entered the room again.

Seeing him, Song Huanhuan smiled and said, "I'm back, let's sleep together, I'm tired again."

"it is good."

The author has something to say: the matter should almost be resolved orz emphasizes that I am a real mother! ! !Huanhuan will be very happy every day~ I will be preparing for the exam during this time, I am afraid that I will lose my feeling if it is delayed until the end, so I will make my fists as soon as possible!

Let's get motivated =3=

Roaring: Why can't open the front desk and can't see the claws, how tragic is the QAQ network speed of the claws...

58,

Since the two of them slept together that day, Song Huanhuan spent less and less time waking up. She was woken up every day to eat something easy to digest, and then fell asleep again.

Although Murong Ang and the others didn't mention anything and acted very relaxed in front of him, Song Huanhuan didn't fail to notice the anxiety and worry on their faces that couldn't be concealed more and more.

The second day after Song Huanhuan woke up, there were still four days before he had the poison.

It was a sunny day, Song Huanhuan managed not to feel drowsy, so he asked Murong Ang to carry him out to bask in the sun, the internal injury and poisoning had already made him lose all strength.

A large reclining chair was placed in the yard with a soft blanket spread on it. Song Huanhuan sighed contentedly: "It's really enjoyable..."

Murong Ang was sitting beside him, and said with a smile, "It's fine if you like it..."

Song Huanhuan looked up at him, and suddenly said, "You look so pretty when you smile..."

Murong Ang was taken aback for a moment, and Song Huanhuan continued, "But you can only laugh for me."

"……it is good."

Satisfied, Song Huanhuan stretched out his paw from the blanket to hold Murong Ang's hand, and asked, "How is the matter with the pulsatilla and the imperial court? Don't you have to be busy with me every day?"

Murong Ang let him play with his fingers, and said calmly: "No problem."

Song Huanhuan narrowed her eyes suspiciously: "Are you really all right? Don't lie to me."

Murong Ang was a little helpless, looking at Song Huanhuan's persistent eyes, he simply said bluntly: "There are some things in the teaching, but Uncle Mu and the others can handle them."

"Just throwing your hands at the shopkeeper like this," Song Huanhuan despised him: "Be careful that Uncle Qi is angry and comes to teach you a lesson."

"He will not."

Seeing him answering so seriously, Song Huanhuan couldn't help feeling powerless.

"By the way, you never told me why the one at the top must use Tian Chongjiao?" Song Huanhuan was always puzzled. After all, they were relatives, so they must be killed.

Murong Ang didn't speak, but called Huang Ying to bring a small hand stove over, stuffed it into Song Huanhuan's cold claws, and stuffed his claws into the blanket by the way.

Although it was very warm, Song Huanhuan was still a little dissatisfied, until Murong Ang stuffed his hand into his paw before nodding in embarrassment, satisfied.

After tidying up, Murong Ang said: "At the beginning of Tianchongjiao's establishment, it was working for the imperial court, but after a long time, I wanted to go out alone. After all, it is better to be a Jianghu sect than a court eagle dog."

Song Huanhuan's eyes widened in surprise, she never expected such a thing to happen.

"It's just that Tian Chongjiao has mastered too many official secrets, and it is simply not allowed to leave the court." Murong Ang paused, and continued: "Also, Tian Chongjiao was hidden by the official family at the beginning of the dynasty. They set up a batch of treasures for emergencies, and now they are so eager to eradicate Tianchong religion, there is a reason to get the treasures back."

Song Huanhuan's eyes widened even wider: "Is there really a treasure?"

Murong Ang laughed: "It was true before, it's just that so many years have passed, those gold, silver and jewels have been spent little by little, but they still don't believe it."

Song Huanhuan sniffed: "Why is this?" Not handsome at all!

Murong Ang's expression was calm, "There have been many natural and man-made disasters over the years, and all the gold and silver have been used for this. Now the imperial treasury is empty, and the money needs to be paid immediately."

Song Huanhuan frowned: "So maybe it's not because they don't believe it, but because they want Tian Chongjiao to be taken advantage of?"

"Take advantage of it? That's the right word."

Song Huanhuan rolled her eyes: "Why are you still in the mood to joke around? This is a big deal! If you are not careful, you will lose your money!" It's really hard to be a boy who spreads money!

Murong Ang brushed away the hair sticking to his face, and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Song Huanhuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Murong Ang for a while, then suddenly asked, "Did you do something bad?"

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows: "A bad thing? Tell me, what is a bad thing?"

Song Huanhuan racked his brains and began to think back to the novels he had read in his previous life. This kind of situation also happened in it. How did the pig's feet in it be made?

"Have you figured it out?"

Song Huanhuan said hesitantly: "Well...for example, to cause a little trouble for the officials so that they don't have time to deal with us...or half-threatening and half-baiting..."

Murong Ang nodded: "That's right, I guessed it right."

Song Huanhuan blinked: "Isn't it? You really did that? Are you a bit too courageous?"

Murong Ang smiled without saying a word.

Song Huanhuan was hooked and there was a cat's paw in his heart, scratching and scratching, pulling Murong Ang's hand and trying to find out the inside story, but Murong Ang seemed determined not to tell him, no matter how coquettish he was, he would not tell If it wasn't for the conditions, Song Huanhuan would have swooped over to force her to ask.

Qing Zhu squatted at the door of the small pharmacy, sucking her nose while making medicine.

The little assassin squatted beside him and poked him: "What's wrong with you?"

Qingzhu said: "Look how good the Young Master and the Seventh Young Master are..."

The little assassin looked towards Song Huanhuan and nodded, "They match very well."

"Young Master suffered so much before, but now he's finally getting better, why does God still torture him..." Qingzhu stopped the movements of his hands, raised his hands and rubbed his eyes.

The little assassin said silently: "You...were you crying?"

Qing Zhu looked at him fiercely: "No way!"

The little assassin looked at his flushed eyes, speechless.

The Medicine King yelled in the room: "Is the medicine ready? Hurry up and bring it in—"

Qing Zhu didn't have time to talk to the little assassin, so she answered "Come here" and hurried in with the medicine.

The little assassin sighed, and went in listlessly for a while to help.

While talking and laughing with Murong Ang, Song Huanhuan and Murong Ang also saw Qingzhu, Song Huanhuan was half jealous and half gratified: "I really didn't expect that Qingzhu and Xiaobai are so promising now, and they have both become little doctors. Obviously I want to study medicine of……"

Murong Ang comforted him: "The King of Medicine will follow you back to Tianchong Mountain, and let him only teach you when the time comes."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback: "Shall we go back?"

"It's been a long time since I came out, and the matter is almost resolved, it's time to go back."

Song Huanhuan frowned: "But isn't the matter over yet?"

Murong Ang got up and picked him up, saying: "It's getting cold, let's go back."

"Hey, Murong Ang, don't avoid the topic...Tell me quickly..."

In the afternoon, Jin Huan and Su Zhaoyou, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, appeared in the small courtyard. Su Yuqing, who had rescued Song Huanhuan several times, also came with him.

Knowing that Song Huanhuan was about to leave, Jin Huan was very reluctant: "Why are you in such a hurry? I don't have much to say to you yet." Jin Huan didn't know about Song Huanhuan's poisoning, and only thought it was because of his injury. That's why it's so weak.

Song Huanhuan said helplessly, "I can't help it, I'm not the head of the household."

Jin Huan blinked, with a dazed expression on his face.

Song Huanhuan didn't say anything more, but looked at Su Yuqing who remained silent, and said with a smile, "Miss Su, long time no see."

Su Yuqing nodded lightly on her face: "It's good that you're fine."

Song Huanhuan knew that she had helped a lot, and said, "I still want to thank you this time. Speaking of which, you have saved my life three times, but you are my great benefactor."

Su Yuqing just shook his head and didn't speak.

Song Huanhuan turned to look at Jinhuan again, and said, "Aren't you going with us this time?"

Jin Huan blushed suddenly and said, "Brother Su said he would take me back to Su's house to have a look..."

Song Huanhuan winked and said, "Are you going to meet your parents? Jinhuan, you have to behave yourself~"

Jin Huan blushed even more.

At this time, Su Zhaoyou and Murong Ang entered the room together, the former nodded to Song Huanhuan, "We should go."

Jin Huan was reluctant: "Are you leaving now?"

Su Zhaoyou went over to pull him up, said goodbye casually, and left.

Song Huanhuan sighed, "I don't know if we can see each other after we part this time..."

Murong Ang went to the bed and sat down, "Yes."

Song Huanhuan leaned against Murong Ang's arms, her face was calm, did she really have a chance?

At night, after Song Huanhuan fell asleep, the medicine king, who had been missing for a long time, opened the door and ran in, throwing a bottle of medicine into Murong Ang's arms: "Although it can't cure the poison just now, it can delay the time, and the rest Wait for the old man to do it again."

Murong Ang took the medicine and saluted with a serious face: "Thank you, Senior Medicine King."

Yao Wang waved his hand indifferently, and ran out again.

Song Huanhuan had just been told that she was going back to heaven to worship religion, and was woken up the next day as soon as the sky was polished, and was carried into the carriage by Murong Ang in a daze.

"Hmm... are you leaving now?"

"Well," Murong Ang said in a very soft voice, "Take the medicine first, and go to sleep later."

He has been taking medicine for the past few days, so Song Huanhuan didn't reject it very much, and honestly swallowed it with Murong Ang's hand.

Murong Ang said: "This is given by Senior Medicine King, it can temporarily detoxify."

Song Huanhuan whispered: "So can I stay with you for a few more days?"

Murong Ang choked for breath, looked away and said, "Go to sleep."

Song Huanhuan took his hand and held it tightly, then closed her eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When the city gate opened, they were the first to go out of the city gate.

After walking not far, the carriage stopped.

Murong Ang caressed Song Huanhuan's sleeping point, kissed him on the lips, withdrew his hand, and got out of the carriage.

Mr. Mu was waiting for him outside: "Master, do you really want to go in person? Just leave this matter to me, you..."

Murong Ang said: "This matter needs to be completely resolved by me, and the matters in the teaching will be handed over to you for the time being."

"What should I say if Ming Huan wakes up?"

Murong Ang's expression was indifferent: "There is no need to say anything, he knows everything."

Mr. Mu was taken aback.

"I will catch up as soon as possible, let's go." Murong Ang didn't wait for him to speak, said "precious", then jumped into the carriage that had already been prepared, and led the thirteen people away.

Chong Qi jumped out of the carriage at the back door, climbed into Song Huanhuan's car, and said, "I'll take care of Ming Huan, let's go."

Mr. Mu sighed, and only hoped that he could come back sooner, after all, time waits for no one...

The author has something to say: Girls of Sahuadi, this chapter is still not happy orz

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On the official road, a group of people gradually approached.

Shisan drove his horse to catch up with Murong Ang who was at the front, and said, "Seventh Young Master, it's almost noon now, you should rest for a while."

Murong Ang Lema stopped, "Just rest in front."

A group of people sat down under the big tree not far ahead, and Shisan took the dry food and water bottle prepared earlier and handed them over.

Murong Ang drank his saliva and said, "How long will it take?"

"At the current speed, it only takes two days to reach Shangjing."

"Is everything ready?"

Thirteen nodded: "Everything is ready, you can enter the palace directly after you arrive."

Murong Ang nodded expressionlessly: "Very good." He couldn't wait, this matter must end as soon as possible, and he had to rush back to accompany him.

Song Huanhuan fell asleep for two hours in a daze, and when she woke up, she saw Zhong Qi was seriously reading a book.

"Uncle Qi..."

Seeing that he woke up, Zhong Qi hurriedly lifted him up and lay half on the soft pillow, "Are you hungry?"

Song Huanhuan shook her head: "What about others?"

Reunion without saying a word.

Song Huanhuan understood it clearly: "I know."

Zhong Qi reached out to touch his head, and said, "Is there something uncomfortable on your body?"

"It's okay, it's just that I feel uncomfortable lying down."

"It's almost noon now, and there is a small forest in front of us. When we rest there, I will help you out for a walk, so that you can bask in the sun and save you from getting moldy."

Song Huan smiled and nodded: "Yeah."

In fact, Song Huanhuan really didn't want to be taken care of as a seriously ill patient, but he was so wounded and poisoned that he couldn't exert any strength, so he could only be taken care of like an antique vase.

Today's weather is the same as yesterday, the sun is strong, making people feel warm.

Zhong Qi suddenly said: "It's almost the Chinese New Year..."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback: "Eh? Is that so? But it's not cold, it's winter?"

Zhong Qi said: "The seasons are not so obvious this way, and you are always wrapped up like a ball, so naturally you don't feel much."

Song Huanhuan smirked, stopped laughing for a long time, and sighed: "I didn't expect it to be almost a year..."

Zhong Qi raised his eyebrows: "Homesick?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head: "I haven't thought about it for a long time... I dare not think about it..."

Zhong Qixin patted his shoulder sympathetically, he understands this feeling.

The group of people ate something casually and went on the road again. They had no time to spend on the road and had to rush back as soon as possible. After all, no one knew when Song Huanhuan would be poisoned.

The carriage was swaying, and Song Huanhuan nestled in the corner, closing her eyes and resting her mind.

"Uncle Qi, when will he come back?"

Zhong Qi, who was flipping through the book, looked up at him, thought for a while, and said, "It shouldn't be too long, I'll be back in ten days at most, why, did you think about it just now?"

Song Huanhuan coughed twice and pretended not to hear, "Is it dangerous? Will I get hurt?"

"I can't answer this question for you..." Zhong Qi said helplessly, "Maybe, maybe not, who knows..."

"That's very dangerous..." Song Huanhuan sighed: "I don't know if I can wait until he comes back..."

Zhong Qi frowned, and said coldly: "You are not allowed to say such frustrating words."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback, and apologized reflexively.

Zhong Qi put down a soft voice: "Master and the others are busy looking for an antidote for you, isn't it sad that you say such things now?"

Song Huanhuan blinked: "I'm just talking casually, Uncle Qi, don't mind."

Zhong Qi shook his head and said: "Sorry, I was in a hurry just now, you will be fine, you have to wait for him to come back, you know?"

Song Huan smiled happily: "Yeah."

Closing her eyes, all the sounds became far away. Song Huanhuan soon fell into a deep sleep, and fell asleep until the next morning.

After eating and drinking, Song Huanhuan counted with a wrench. Another day has passed, and he doesn't know how many tomorrows he has...

Murong Ang and his party traveled all the way, and finally arrived in Shangjing two days later.

The few people who did not hide their traces entered the city in a fair manner, and then disappeared suddenly under the eyes of the court spies, making a big mockery of the court that had long lost its deterrent power.

When they came to the spies that had been planted a long time ago, Murong Ang tidied things up, and took some food casually, and recruited Thirteen and others together.

"Owner."

Murong Ang said: "Let's just do it tonight, it's annoying if it drags on for a long time."

Thirteen frowned: "You need to rest for one night."

Murong Ang looked at him with a half-smile, "What's the matter? Are you afraid I'll fall asleep there?"

Thirteen insisted: "You need to rest."

Murong Ang waved his hand: "No problem, just tonight." He wants to solve this problem as soon as possible, and then go back to accompany him, regardless of life or death.

"Thirteen."

"Yes."

"If something happens to me, you also remember to get the body back."

Thirteen's face immediately changed when he heard the words, he knelt down with a plop, and said, "Master, please don't say such things again, this subordinate will definitely protect you."

"Get up."

Thirteen stood up with a complicated expression, only feeling her heart beating violently.

In the middle of the night, except for Murong Ang who was dressed in brocade and black clothes, the rest of them were all dressed in black, with a black scarf embroidered with a little yellow warbler on their faces.

Murong Ang laughed and said, "This face towel is also exquisite."

Thirteen said in a muffled voice, "Master Ming Huan asked Huang Ying to embroider this."

Murong Ang nodded: "That means he has this kind of leisure..."

The sound of a watchman knocking on his clapper was heard in the street, and Murong Ang said calmly: "Let's go."

Just when Murong Ang and the others were preparing to visit the palace at night, Song Huanhuan was experiencing another torture in his life.

"Well……"

It hurts, it hurts.

Song Huanhuan curled up, shivering from the cold body, several heaters were stuffed under the quilt, but they didn't seem to work at all.

The medicine king came to see it once before, and he only said that it would be better if the poison was cured for an hour, and then he hurriedly left to refine the medicine.

Qingzhu wiped the cold sweat from Song Huanhuan's forehead with red eyes, feeling extremely painful.

"Mr. Zhong, what should we do now?"

Zhong Qi raised his hand to touch Song Huanhuan's face, and said, "Go and boil the medicine first, and prepare some hot water, and get it in an hour."

Qingzhu wiped away tears and ran out, Zhong Qi looked at the little assassin who was standing aside with a worried face, and said: "I will give him some internal energy to drive away the cold later, you watch from the side, if someone comes Tell people clearly, understand?"

The little assassin nodded repeatedly.

There are many martial arts masters in their group, but these people are here to protect them, and they can't be used unless it is absolutely necessary, so he can only come by himself.

Chong Qi's kung fu was not very strong, and when Song Huanhuan stopped trembling, he was also drenched, and the little assassin looked pale and frightened.

"Mr. Chong, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Zhong Qi took the handkerchief handed over by the little assassin and wiped his sweat, "Has an hour passed by now?"

"almost."

"Go and help Qingzhu bring water over, and when Ming Huan wakes up, he should wipe himself off."

An hour later, Song Huanhuan finally woke up.

Chong Qi was persuaded by Qing Zhu and the little assassin to go back to rest, and now they are waiting for him.

"Cough cough..."

"Young master, are you awake? But where does it still hurt?"

Song Huanhuan shook her head: "It's okay, I made you two worry."

Qing Zhu sniffed: "It's as long as you're fine, young master." Saying that, he handed over the medicine bowl.

After Song Huanhuan finished drinking the medicine, the little assassin said: "Brother Minghuan, you have no strength and can't move now. Qingzhu and I will wipe your body for you."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback: "Huh?"

Unable to resist Song Huanhuan's protest, Qingzhu and the little assassin closed the doors and windows, stripped him naked, washed the veil and began to wipe his body quickly and earnestly.

Song Huanhuan blushed, closed her eyes and smashed the jar. These two brats must be dealt with in the future!

The author has something to say: Please take a leave of absence tomorrow. I feel uncomfortable these days and don’t want to code words to read texts, girls~

60,

Let's talk about Murong Ang's night detectives, although they don't have golden fingers, but the boyfriend who crosses pig's feet has another big golden finger, so their night detectives are very simple.

For Murong Ang and the others, martial arts masters are like Chinese cabbage, and it is almost effortless to enter the palace once they are drawn.

A few people lay on the roof, lifted the tiles and looked down, unexpectedly seeing an acquaintance.

There were three people in the resplendent and unassuming emperor's palace, a dangerous-looking emperor, an elderly eunuch, and a pulsatilla.

Pulsatilla was seriously injured when he ran away earlier, so now he is completely unaware of Murong Ang's existence.

He only heard Pulsatilla swear: "Your Majesty, Tian Chongjiao is a traitor, and its leader Murong Ang is ambitious, and if he disagrees with him, he will fight violently, and the minister will be hurt by him."

Although this emperor is not a wise king, he is not a foolish person either. Naturally, he will not only believe in Pulsatilla's one-sided words, but he did not show it on his face.

"Thank you, Majesty." Pulsatilla sat on half of his buttocks, coughing weakly all the time.

The emperor played with the Buddhist beads on his wrist, raised his eyelids and said, "How is Bai Qing's family?"

"Thank you for your concern, my minister is fine."

The emperor nodded: "That's good." After speaking, he really stopped bringing up this topic and started talking about other things.

Pulsatilla's complexion kept changing, it was not very pretty anyway.

The emperor said: "Where are they at Huada?"

Pulsatilla sighed: "Hua Da and the others were killed by that wolf-hearted Murong Ang in order to protect the little minister, alas..."

The emperor raised his eyebrows and said in an unclear way: "Really?"

Pulsatilla didn't answer.

The emperor waved his hand and told the eunuch who was waiting on the side to go down, maybe he wanted to say something.

What Murong Ang wanted was this time, Shisan got the order to fly down and touch the eunuch's acupoints to make him stand by the door, and the rest of the people left and rushed in to restrain the emperor and Pulsatilla before they could react.

The Pulsatilla's face was ashen after being tapped. If it wasn't because he was seriously injured, he would never have been restrained so easily.

At this time, Murong Ang entered the door very chicly.

The emperor's eyes widened suddenly when he saw Murong Ang, "You are..."

Murong Ang raised the corner of his mouth: "Didn't you always want to kill me? Didn't I come to your door now?"

The emperor didn't panic too much, just nodded: "You really look like him."

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

The emperor said: "Why do you come to see me?"

"Before I came here, I only had one thing, but now, there are two things."

"Say."

Murong Ang took a few steps forward, stood not far from the emperor, and said: "The first thing is, I want this Pulsatilla's life."

The emperor didn't even blink: "Yes."

Pulsatilla's eyes widened suddenly, if he hadn't been completely speechless now, he would have yelled.

Murong Ang nodded to Shisan, Shisan raised the knife in his hand, and the Pulsatilla's head was separated, blood spattered out, and rolled to the emperor's feet.

The emperor's face changed. He killed many people, but he was never threatened by anyone to watch him kill.

"The second thing..." Murong Ang said with a smile: "It's actually very simple, you take back the order and don't make things difficult for Tian Chongjiao anymore."

The emperor narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"Tianchongjiao is no longer attached to the imperial court. It is just a Jianghu sect. As long as you agree, the rest will be easy to talk about."

The emperor looked at Murong Ang and said suddenly: "You are really different from him."

Murong Ang lowered his head: "Of course it's different."

"I will accept your request."

Murong Ang smiled: "Very well, then the rest is easy to talk about."

No one knew what agreement they reached on this ordinary night, they just waited for Murong Ang and the others to evacuate, the sky was already bright.

After the matter was over, the big stone in Murong Ang's heart was completely gone, so he chased Song Huanhuan and his party without stopping.

At this time, Song Huanhuan was half-lying on the swaying carriage and dozing off. She had a dream last night, woke up in the middle of the night and never fell back asleep, and now she is feeling sleepy.

After a while the carriage stopped, and those who were originally riding the horse got into the carriage.

Song Huanhuan yawned: "Uncle Qi, why are you here? Don't you hate the pain in your back and buttocks in the carriage? Uh... so sleepy..."

Chong Qi gave him a look, and said: "The news came just now, the matter has been resolved, and Xiao Ang is rushing back."

Song Huanhuan regained her spirits immediately: "Really? When will he catch up?"

"No matter what, it will take five or six days, why? Can't wait to meet?"

Song Huanhuan was disappointed: "It will take another five or six days...Why didn't there be trains and planes in ancient times?"

Zhong Qi: "..."

"By the way, why haven't you seen Senior Yao Wang all this time?"

Chong Qi helped Song Huanhuan cover the quilt, said: "Master has been busy researching the antidote these days, I heard from him that there is an ancient prescription book in the place where he lived, and he has sent someone to get it, and it will be brought tomorrow."

Song Huanhuan hugged the small hand stove tightly, and said in a low voice: "This time, I really troubled Senior Medicine King."

Chong Qi said: "As long as you are well, I don't think Master will be afraid of any trouble."

Song Huan laughed happily, feeling sour and sour in his heart, he was extremely moved.

The two fell silent, but the silence was broken by a gurgling sound after a while.

Song Huanhuan couldn't help but look at Zhong Qi's mocking eyes, "Ahem...I didn't eat much in the morning...It's normal to be hungry now."

Chongqi innocent: "I didn't say anything."

Song Huanhuan was furious, Zhong Qi took out the food he had prepared and put it in front of him, patted his head like a puppy, "here, eat."

Song Huanhuan stuffed a small snack into his mouth and bit it hard, as if he was biting a piece of meat in his mouth.

"Hmm... the taste is too bland." Swallowing what was in her mouth, Song Huanhuan protested dissatisfied.

"Just be content with it, be careful that you don't have anything to eat."

Song Huanhuan made a face at him: "If you dare not give me food, I will sue when Murong Ang comes back."

Re-aligning the black line: "You can't be promising? Why are you counting on Murong Ang? Do you think he dares to offend me?"

Song Huanhuan said firmly: "For me, he will definitely dare."

Zhong Qi: "..." He suddenly didn't know how to react, he was relieved that the two of them knew each other, but also worried about Song Huanhuan's body.

"Ugh... um..."

Zhong Qi, who was in a trance, was interrupted by Song Huanhuan's vomiting. He was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed, and he patted Song Huanhuan on the back and said, "Why did you suddenly vomit?"

Song Huanhuan wiped her mouth, said with a pale face, "Maybe the carriage is too swaying, you know, I'm sick of the carriage."

Zhong Qi frowned, obviously not believing.

Packing up his things casually, Zhong Qi asked, "How long have you been like this?"

"It's not a few days, it's just these two days."

"You couldn't eat because of this this morning?"

Song Huanhuan responded in a low voice.

Zhong Qi suddenly raised his voice: "Since you can't eat, why don't you say it? You don't care about your body so much?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback: "I didn't..."

Chong Qi didn't listen to what he said, he pulled his wrist to feel his pulse, and then said "I'll go find Master", and got out of the carriage with a gloomy face.

The carriage didn't listen, it probably flew over directly.

Song Huanhuan sighed helplessly, it was probably going to be a toss again.

In fact, Song Huanhuan was a little wronged, not because he didn't care about his body, but because he knew the condition of his body, he really didn't want to keep them busy because of such a trivial matter...

During the noon break, Qingzhu and the little assassin jolted over to help him out of the carriage, and took a few steps on the ground to bask in the sun.

"Where's Uncle Qi?" Zhong Qi had always taken him to bask in the sun before, but today it was a different person.

Qingzhu said: "Mr. Zhong is very angry, he said he doesn't want to come to see you, otherwise he is afraid that he can't help but slap you."

Qingzhu said it without changing a word, Song Huanhuan was speechless for a while.

The little assassin said: "I think Mr. is really angry this time, just now I saw Mr. Mu being kicked out of the carriage by him.