"You have a way?"

Qingli suddenly looked up, his eyes shining with stars of hope.

Yang Jin nodded and said, "There are three ways to solve this love Gu. First, the person who has the Gu personally takes out the Gu insect; second, the person who has the Gu was found a Gu master who is more intelligent than the person who has the Gu;

The three methods are basically impossible to achieve, so it’s better not to mention them.”

Qingli lowered his eyes darkly, and the light of hope in his eyes instantly extinguished.

Yang Jin said it easy, but it was difficult to achieve.

This love Gu was brought down by Dora, how could she take out the Gu insect?

Dora comes from the Gu King Hall in the Southern Xinjiang. She has very skilled witchcraft. It is basically impossible to find a Gu Master who is more skillful than her. At least it does not exist in the Western Jin Dynasty.

Qingli asked in dismay: "What is the third method?"

Yang Jin shook his head and said, "The third method is impossible. It's better not to mention it. Let's think about the first two methods to see if we can find a way to get Dora to remove the insects himself, or ask Elder Suzaku to help.

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Qingli insisted: "You can tell me, maybe there is a way?"

Yang Jin couldn't resist her, so he sighed helplessly and said, "The third way is to ask the blood of the Butterfly God in the Southern Xinjiang. The blood of the Butterfly God can resist hundreds of Gu. Those who are poisoned by the body can drink a drop of Butterfly God.

The blood can force the worm out."

Butterfly God?

Qing Li remembered what Yang Jin once said and said excitedly: "Is the Butterfly God the Woman who has a blue butterfly printed on the back?"

Yang Jin nodded.

Qingli thought of the blue butterfly printed on his back, and his heart was filled with blood, and a guess appeared faintly.

Could it be that she is the descendant of the Butterfly God in the Southern Xinjiang?

Empress Dowager Xiao once said that the Qing Concubine was a woman from the martial arts world and her origin was unknown. Perhaps, the Qing Concubine was a woman from the southern border?

Once upon a time, Qingli rejected the possibility of being a southern Xinjiang, but now he hopes that this strange imagination will become a reality.

If she was a descendant of the Butterfly God in the Southern Xinjiang, then her blood could remove hundreds of ghosts, which means that she could save Murong Che!

Qingli was so excited that his blood was boiling, and his cheeks were flushed.

But what if not?

Maybe the blue butterfly behind her is just a coincidence. She is not the Southern Butterfly God at all?

Qingli bit his lips and frowned his eyebrows in distress.

If it weren't for the difference between men and women, she really wanted to take off her clothes and let Yang Jin see if the blue butterfly behind her was the mark of the Southern Butterfly God.

"Success or failure is here, no matter what, I will give it a try!"

Qingli made up his mind and stood up from the eaves, clenched his fists with both hands to cheer himself up.

A small face shining brightly, as if the sadness and fragility of the previous moment were just an illusion. She bit her lower lip, her beautiful brows frowned slightly, and her almond eyes were wide open, full of fighting spirit.

Yang Jin was confused, scratched his head and said, "Qingli, you..."

"Yang Jin, thank you!"

Qingli Fei rushed over and gave him a big hug, then jumped, jumped off the eaves, ran away with bare feet.

Yang Jin was immersed in that hug and couldn't come back to his senses.

Qingli ran back to Weiyang Palace and found Cuiwei sitting on the threshold wiping tears in the side hall.

"Cuiwei, hurry up! Go and prepare a cup of deer blood wine for me! Remember to hurry!" Qing Lihuo said anxiously.

"ah?"

Cuiwei's brain couldn't turn around in a moment.

Qingli jumped and jumped, and said anxiously: "Cuiwei, go to the imperial kitchen to get a cup of deer blood wine, hurry up! It's so urgent!"

Cui Wei nodded blankly, lowered her eyes, glanced at Qingli's naked jade feet, and said, "Empress, although it's summer now, you will catch a cold when you run on the white jade slab with barefoot barefoot!"

"Okay, okay, I'll put on my shoes right away!" Qingli pushed Cuiwei and said, "Go and prepare deer blood wine!"

Cuiwei still didn't understand and asked, "Empress, why do you want deer blood wine? I remember that you only like to eat venison and never drink deer blood wine..."

Qingli jumped up in a hurry and said, "Oh, my good Cuiwei, don't ask! Go and prepare deer blood wine, it's too late, the daylily is cold!"

Cui Wei saw Qingli looking anxious, and no longer asked, and went to the imperial kitchen with a confused look on his face.

Qingli took advantage of the time when Cuiwei went to do business and called the palace servants, quickly washed his feet, put on his shoes and socks, cleaned his face with a veil, slapped the powder, simply drew on his eyebrows, applied rouge, and put on his

Take care of it yourself.

No matter when and where, she would not allow herself to show any embarrassment in front of the enemy.

Even if you lose, you must die proudly with your head held high.

Soon, Cuiwei took back the deer blood wine.

Qingli took off the wine pot, pulled out a silver hairpin from his hair, cut his fingers neatly, dripped the thick blood in, and stirred the deer blood wine with the silver hairpin.

Cui Wei looked at her series of actions and asked in confusion: "Empress, what are you doing?"

"Save Archer!"

Qingli took out the silk handkerchief, wiped the blood from the silver hairpin clean, and then inserted it on his hair as it was, raised his lips and smiled, his eyes as bright as a blade.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Qingli appeared in Huichun Pavilion with deer blood wine.

The temple was playing folk music with the style of southern Xinjiang, and Dora was wearing a bright red quicksand skirt, dancing to the music.

The gorgeous long skirt is like the bright sun, and the wrists are like rippling water waves, dancing with endless changes. The graceful figure rotates lightly like willow catkins, the jade arms are relaxed, the steps are light, and the swaying sleeves convey infinite temptation.

Qingli's sudden intrusion broke through the cheerful atmosphere in the hall, and the music came to an abrupt end.

Dora also stopped and saw a look of surprise in Qingli's eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to salute.

"Dora pays homage to the Queen."

Qingli ignored her, raised her face, and looked straight at Murong Che.

Murong Che frowned unhappily and said coldly: "What are you here to do?"

Qingli raised his chin and said, "I'll give you deer blood wine! After all, the emperor has taken a new concubine, and I'm afraid that the emperor will not be able to do anything at night!"

Murong Che's face suddenly turned black as if it were the bottom of a pot.

Deer Blood Wine?

Deer Blood Wine can strengthen aphrodisiacs!

Qingli looked at Murong Che's cold and angry face, feeling a little sad.

She knew that he had no feelings for him now, and even disliked him under Dora's instigation, but the look he looked at her still made her unable to bear it.

Qingli pressed the emotions in his heart, looked at Dora in a blink of an eye, and said, "Why, are you afraid?"

"Scared?" Dora felt a little funny, "Why is Dora afraid of the Queen?"

"Now I can tell you clearly that this glass of wine is not poisonous." Qingli pulled off the silver hairpin on his hair, stirred it in the wine pot, and took it out and brightly in front of her, "Didn't you say that I can't reply

Oh my god? Now, I will let you see my ability! How about it, do you dare or not!?"

Qingli finished saying these words proudly, then raised his chin and looked at Dora with provocative and contemptuous look.

She knew that a woman like Dora was very conceited, and the most effective way to deal with her was to provoke her.

Dora is the main disciple of Elder Zhuque. She has always been very confident in her witchcraft. Looking at Qingli's proud and contemptuous gaze, she felt it ridiculous and anger ignited in her heart.

"Okay, I want to see what kind of ability you have!"

Dora smiled proudly, took the deer blood wine from Qingli's hand, poured a cup, and sent it to Murong Che's lips, and said with a smirk: "Your Majesty, since this is the Queen's wish, then accept it?"

Murong Che frowned impatiently.

"Your Majesty the Emperor~~~" Dora said coquettishly, and a charming smile appeared on her lips, "Your Majesty the Emperor, just give Dora a face and take a sip, okay?"

Murong Che sighed, barely opened his mouth, and took a sip.

Adam's apple rolls.

The hot and mellow deer blood wine slid into the abdomen along the throat.

At this moment, Qingli felt his heartbeat stop and his eyes were staring at Murong Che.

Time slid by minute by minute.

No reaction at all.

Murong Che looked at her impatiently and said, "I have drunk the wine, can you leave?"

Dora raised her chin, looked at Qingli with pride, and said, "Didn't you say you have the art of turning back on the sky? You've already drunk the wine. What's the trick? What else do you have?"

Qingli felt his heart trembling.
To be continued...