The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

Qingshan Cliff has a green character, the four seasons are like spring, the flowers and trees are more vigorous than the place, and the snow falls in winter, and the trees are still full of leaves. It is said that there are gods living in this mountain thousands of years ago, so it is so magical.

How could this treasure land be left undisturbed and undisturbed?Qingshan Cliff is a fairyland that can be seen but not eaten. So far, no one has been able to climb to the top of the mountain.

There is a strange formation at the foot of the mountain. If you want to go up the mountain, break the formation first. Otherwise, you will spend three days and three nights, and you can only wander around the bottom of the mountain. The city is seriously ill, and famous doctors from far and near are invited to treat the illness, but all of them are helpless, and the cause cannot be found out.

The patient would burst into tears on the first day, itching all over the body on the second day, and suddenly fainted on the third day.

This time, no one dared to rush into the Qingshan Cliff at will, trying to destroy his formation.

The man in white wearing a bamboo hat padded the overflowing pannier on the back of the cushion. He quietly checked whether there was anyone around, and after confirming that he was the only one, he took out the medicine bottle in his pocket, took a red pill, and then turned to the mountain. After that, I went up the mountain with familiar cars and roads.

"Sir is back!"

On the mountain trail, a girl in red clothes and braided horns lifted the stone at her feet, and in a blink of an eye she saw a white dress in action, and yelled out without seeing her face.

"Youhong, why are you waiting for me here again? Didn't I say that I will return within half a month." Muyue approached, pampered Youhong's head lovingly, and only stopped when she frowned.

"Youhong must be worried about you." Youhong said with a pouted mouth, touched two handfuls of blown hair, looked at Muyue's heavy back basket, and circled around the back basket curiously: "What did you buy, sir?"

Muyue knelt down so that Youhong could look at it: "Look for it yourself. Some time ago you always said that the girl at the bottom of the mountain has beautiful lotus silver hairpins. Did you find it? I bought it for you, and I also bought a dress. The girl at the bottom of the mountain They all wear this style."

"Mr. treats me really well." Finding out the wooden box wrapped in floral cloth, Youhong opened the box while talking, she took out the hairpin inside excitedly, inserted it into her hair, covered her face and stomped her feet: "Mr. The gift is the most beautiful you Hong has ever seen."

"As long as you like it. Go back and look at the clothes." Muyue got up and put the basket on his back. His shoulders hurt from the weight of too many things, and there must have been red stripes on his shoulders.

After all, it was a seven or eight-year-old girl who even forgot Mu Yue when she got something she liked, and walked forward bouncingly. She wanted to go back quickly to show Brother Xiaohu.

Brother Xiaohu will definitely like it, Youhong thought happily.

Half an hour later, a gorgeous mansion was in sight, the cherry trees outside the gate surrounded the mansion, and the peach blossoms were slowly falling, like a fairyland on earth.

After returning home, Youhong bid farewell to Muyue in a panic, and skipped to the side room. Brother Xiaohu was making lunch at this time.

Muyue returned to the study, put the baskets on both sides, rubbed his shoulders, and slightly lowered some of his clothes, as expected, two traces of redness were imprinted on his snow-white skin.

"The plaster seems to be in the cabinet." Muyue walked to the square table, opened the small cabinet, and found the small bottle inside. He dug some from it with his index finger and wiped it on the back of his hand. He put the bottle aside and saw the orange The envelope is placed on the table.

It says Muyue Qingqi.

Putting the plaster on the wound, the wound disappeared after a while, Mutsuki sat down and picked up the envelope, after thinking about it, he opened it.

He can understand ten lines at a glance, and the handwriting inside is scribbled, which can be summed up as follows:

"Unfortunately, my disciple was poisoned, and the divine doctor will arrive in two or three days after he returns home. I hope the divine doctor can cleanse my disciple of the poison. I am very grateful."

The word "Changqing" is domineeringly written on the signature.

Mu Yue pinched a corner of the thin letter paper, shook her head and sighed: "Why have I never seen you so polite before?"

But Chang Qing has already spoken, people must be saved.Muyue leaned against the back of the chair, put her pale fingers between her brows, and smoothed out her frowning brows.

"Sir, it's time to serve dinner." After knocking on the door twice, a fluffy little head came in, with braided horns swinging back and forth in a spirited manner.

"Yeah. You guys eat first, I'll take a break. Tell Xiaohu, after dinner, go to the mountain pass to meet the guests. The other party is..."

By the way, Chang Qing didn't mention his apprentice's appearance, and Mu Yue sighed tiredly: "Ask the name of the master of the person who came, and the one who answered Chang Qing brought it back."

"Yes." Youhong went out, Muyue folded the letter, found a thick book on the bookshelf, opened the book, it was hollow inside, used to store things, there were already more than a dozen pieces of letter paper, Muyue folded the letter Putting it in, Changqing's troubles add up to a lot.

Several people have never been to Qingshan Cliff, and even the fifth prince who often goes out to play has only heard of this name and has never been to this place.

Mo Ling had no choice but to go back to find Yiqian, who simply laid out paper and drew a rough road map for him.

The matter of looking at the map was left to the Fifth Prince. After all, it is easy to look at the map, but it is quite troublesome to look at Yiqian's self-created road map.

"Qingshanya actually has a genius doctor who lives in seclusion." The fifth prince tightened the reins, the horse ran fast and the wind was strong, and he said loudly: "It is rumored that Qingshanya is a place where gods live, and those who go there will be punished by gods. In exchange for a strange serious illness. The condition is serious, but it will be cured within a few days."

The third prince and the fifth prince rode in the same row: "Superstition. It's hard to say, the genius doctor is here, and I don't want to be disturbed by outsiders, so what kind of poison did I use? According to me, if I were a genius doctor, I would have to do it all at once. He's so ruthless, who would dare to break into the mountain like this."

Ji Nanfeng didn't ride a horse, why would he ride a horse if he could fly, but the distance was too far, and according to his current ability, he couldn't bring so many people to Qingshanya.

He flew to the side of the third prince and circled in the air: "It's right for God not to let you be a miracle doctor."

"Jiuer."

Looking at Xi Mojiu, whose eyes were dazed, Mo Ling yelled to wake him up. Fortunately, he found out that Xi Mojiu had been poisoned. He, the horse ran fast, what if Xi Mojiu accidentally fell off.

"It's okay." Xi Mojiu tugged at the rein: "I can hold on."

The hem of the black clothes floated up, if it wasn't for Xi Mojiu's firm words and normal expression, Mo Ling would have rushed over.

Xiaohu waited at the foot of the mountain for two days, day and night, and built a simple shed, as long as he could sleep in it. Finally, at dusk of the second day, he saw a few people rushing forward.

Xiaohu stood in the middle of the road to meet them, and stopped the galloping horse. Ji Nanfeng and the Fifth Prince rode on the same horse before they arrived, otherwise they would have been discovered.

"Woo~" The horseshoe took a few steps, blinked after stopping, and wagged its tail.Xi Mojiu got off the horse, held the rein tightly, and led the horse.

"Hello everyone, what's the name of your master?" Xiaohu clasped his fists and bowed, honestly asked what Youhong had passed on.