This was the most tortuous time for Ling Mulao to perform a mission, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Then why did you appear here in the middle of the night?"

Nangong Yi seemed to refuse to give up until he got the answer.

"Fuck..." Ling Mulao glared at him and almost choked out curse words: "I was poisoned by you, and I was anxious. I was afraid that I would suddenly die as soon as I slept, so I came out for a moment before I died, was it okay?"

"Don't worry, this poison won't kill you for a while. There are still 8 days left before your red spots are on your fingertips. I will give you the antidote on the second day after you get married."

Nangong Yi found no flaw in her explanation. He had seen this woman's talent and intelligence in the dark forest, and he had secretly observed her in the past few days and found no problems.

Listening to his tone, it seemed that Ling Mulao should be grateful and shed tears.

After searching all night, we couldn't find where the antidote was. It was probably in the yard or on his person.

"Prince Yi," Ling Mulao rolled his eyes and smiled ecstatically, "How about you play the flute while I dance in such a beautiful moonlight?"

Before she finished speaking, she was disgusted by her sweet voice and had goosebumps all over her body. But at this moment, she could only use a beauty trick.

Ling Mulao was about to fly into the sea of ​​flowers and dance to the sky.

However, just as her body was flying in the air and her feet had not yet stepped into the sea of ​​flowers, her collar tightened and she was lifted up by an upward force. The wind howled and she was almost thrown out of the yard.

"Stop using your crooked brains. I don't like people like you. As long as you marry the prince, I will give you the antidote."

Nangong Yi looked at him for a week, then smiled coldly and flew away.

Ling Mulao stumbled a few steps before holding on to the foot of the wall and standing firm, feeling angry in his heart.

What kind of thing is she? She is also a great beauty in modern times. Even compared with his two concubines, she is not bad at all!

If it were in the past, if someone had said such words to her, they would have been looking for teeth all over the place, but this Nangong Yi was obviously not a human being with a high kung fu score.

evildoer!

Ling Mulao seemed to have met his nemesis.

Two more peaceful days passed.

The life of being waited on was quite comfortable, and Ling Mulao gradually began to enjoy this kind of life.

On this day, she was sitting in the pavilion basking in the sun, thinking about how to get out.

Naturally, there is no way to enter that mysterious house, not to mention the people who have added handles, and Nangong Yi will not put the antidote there.

"Princess, although it's past the peak of summer, the sun is still very bright today. If you don't want to suffer from heat stroke, why don't you go back to your house and rest?"

The blue and white flowers stood aside, the big cattail leaf fan in his hand swayed slowly, and the cool breeze carried the faint scent of lotus and brushed his cheeks.

"Qinghua, there's no need to fan, just sit and accompany me."

Ling Mulao saw that Qinghua was sweating profusely and her hair was stuck to her forehead, so she couldn't help but reach out to pull her to sit down.

"I don't dare, this slave. Qinghua is a maid, how can she sit with the princess?"

Qinghua's face turned pale and she hurriedly took a few steps back.

"Just sit down if I ask you to. There are so many people who dare not."

Ling Mulao frowned and patted the bench next to him.

Qinghua didn't dare to disobey. Seeing that there was no one around, he sat down anxiously.

Although it was past the peak of summer, the heat was not yet gone, and staying in the house was like being thrown into an oven. This was the most tortuous time Ling Mulao had ever performed a mission, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Then why did you appear here in the middle of the night?"

Nangong Yi seemed to refuse to give up until he got the answer.

"Fuck..." Ling Mulao glared at him and almost choked out curse words: "I was poisoned by you, and I was anxious. I was afraid that I would suddenly die as soon as I slept, so I came out for a moment before I died, was it okay?"

"Don't worry, this poison won't kill you for a while. There are still 8 days left before your red spots are on your fingertips. I will give you the antidote on the second day after you get married."

Nangong Yi found no flaw in her explanation. He had seen this woman's talent and intelligence in the dark forest, and he had secretly observed her in the past few days and found no problems.

Listening to his tone, it seemed that Ling Mulao should be grateful and shed tears.

After searching all night, we couldn't find where the antidote was. It was probably in the yard or on his person.

"Prince Yi," Ling Mulao rolled his eyes and smiled ecstatically, "How about you play the flute while I dance in such a beautiful moonlight?"

Before she finished speaking, she was disgusted by her sweet voice and had goosebumps all over her body. But at this moment, she could only use a beauty trick.

Ling Mulao was about to fly into the sea of ​​flowers and dance to the sky.

However, just as her body was flying in the air and her feet had not yet stepped into the sea of ​​flowers, her collar tightened and she was lifted up by an upward force. The wind howled and she was almost thrown out of the yard.

"Stop using your crooked brains. I don't like people like you. As long as you marry the prince, I will give you the antidote."

Nangong Yi looked at him for a week, then smiled coldly and flew away.

Ling Mulao stumbled a few steps before holding on to the foot of the wall and standing firm, feeling angry in his heart.

What kind of thing is she? She is also a great beauty in modern times. Even compared with his two concubines, she is not bad at all!

If it were in the past, if someone had said such words to her, they would have been looking for teeth all over the place, but this Nangong Yi was obviously not a human being with a high kung fu score.

evildoer!

Ling Mulao seemed to have met his nemesis.

Two more peaceful days passed.

The life of being waited on was quite comfortable, and Ling Mulao gradually began to enjoy this kind of life.

On this day, she was sitting in the pavilion basking in the sun, thinking about how to get out.

Naturally, there is no way to enter that mysterious house, not to mention the people who have added handles, and Nangong Yi will not put the antidote there.

"Princess, although it's past the peak of summer, the sun is still very bright today. If you don't want to suffer from heat stroke, why don't you go back to your house and rest?"

The blue and white flowers stood aside, the big cattail leaf fan in his hand swayed slowly, and the cool breeze carried the faint scent of lotus and brushed his cheeks.

"Qinghua, there's no need to fan, just sit and accompany me."

Ling Mulao saw that Qinghua was sweating profusely and her hair was stuck to her forehead, so she couldn't help but reach out to pull her to sit down.

"I don't dare, this slave. Qinghua is a maid, how can she sit with the princess?"

Qinghua's face turned pale and she hurriedly took a few steps back.

"Just sit down if I ask you to. There are so many people who dare not."

Ling Mulao frowned and patted the bench next to him.

Qinghua didn't dare to disobey. Seeing that there was no one around, he sat down anxiously.
Chapter completed!