Songyue murmured, and suddenly her eyes lit up and she said loudly: "Embroidery!"
As a person who was secretly trained by the Holy One in the past, she has no special skills that can surpass most people, and she cannot survive among the people she was trained.
At that time, she couldn't practice swordsmanship, dance, or make cakes, so she was almost eliminated.
It was also an accident that she encountered a turning point. The clothes of the empress in the palace were all very expensive, but she accidentally cut the silk. The embroiderer who preferred craftsmanship had just given birth a few days ago and was recuperating at home. The other embroiderers all repaired it.
If the dress didn't come, the empress was angry for a while, and the Holy Spirit also exerted downward pressure.
Fortunately, she once saw the embroiderer weaving silk, so she boldly stepped forward to try it. At that time, she was extremely scared and very nervous, because if she could not mend it well, she might only face death.
Fortunately, she recovered, and as a result, she discovered her talent for embroidery and survived in the cannibal palace.
Ling Yutong smiled, with a little smile in his eyes.
"Your embroidery skills can be of great use."
Meeting the girl's admiring and trusting gaze, Songyue couldn't help but blush, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she felt sweet in her heart.
It's great that she can help the girl too.
Chen Qiushui was stunned for a moment.
He had noticed the little maid who followed Ling Yutong in the past. Before, he felt that she seemed a little afraid of him. Every time she was too polite and timid, but as soon as Ling Yutong was mentioned, the little maid's eyes would light up and she would be full of emotions.
It’s also real and alive.
At that time, he would feel that such a young and lively little maid was really lovable. No wonder Ling Yutong always took her with him and would stand up for her even when she was hurt.
Obviously, in an era like this, subordinates must risk everything to protect their masters.
There are few masters who are considerate and stand up for their subordinates to the extent that Ling Yutong is.
Chen Qiu Shui lowered his eyes. Now he felt that not only what Ling Yutong did was unexpected, but also...Song Yue was worth it.
Chen Shangshu's gaze briefly crossed Song Yue's face, and he was slightly startled.
How come this little maid's facial features look so much like one of his old friends?
Before he could take a closer look, Ling Yutong turned around and said sternly: "I don't think I need to say more about Yan Shilang's injuries. The two adults should know more about it than I do."
"Based on the current known injuries, we can rely on medicine to temporarily maintain the deterioration of his wounds, but..."
Her tone was a little astringent.
"Before old injuries heal, new ones appear. This is a vicious cycle. We cannot pay attention to his physical condition all the time, and the human body has limits."
Although she did not hear Qi Yan describe the specific injuries of Yan Shilang, but for Qi Yan to be able to use the life-saving pills she gave him, the injuries must have been... horrific.
"I have an idea."
"you say."
"I know there is an herb that has no taste. It looks like..."
Ling Yutong casually gestured about the size.
"This herb has a strange effect. If you use it alone, it will not have much effect. But if you use it as an auxiliary, it can exert the maximum effect of the pill and make the effect last. In this way, even if Yan Shilang suffers a new injury,
, even if the skin is broken on the outside of the body, there will be time for buffering on the inside.”
"If you have a way to get Songyue into the place where Yan Shilang is being held, she can sew this herb on the inside of her clothes in just half a cup of tea."
"Two adults, may I?"
Chen Shangshu pondered for a while.
"If you only have half a cup of tea, give it a try."
Ling Yutong breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned her head and took Songyue's hand, with a smile on her face.
She knew that Chen Shangshu would not make unreasonable remarks. The other party had been in the officialdom for many years and always kept a few points in his words. If he could say this, he was at least 80% sure.
"I won't let anything happen to you."
She made a promise to Songyue.
Songyue chuckled, her eyes full of trust.
"Miss, I know."
Chen Shangshu looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but squint his eyes.
He still felt that the little maid in front of him looked very much like an old friend.
But that person had already retreated, and now...
He shook his head. Ever since his old friend left, he didn't know much about his whereabouts. If he really wanted to find someone, he might have to go to the countryside.
However, it is actually a bit similar.
Seeing Ling Yutong and Song Yue about to leave, Chen Shangshu couldn't help but open his mouth to stop them.
"What's wrong?"
Ling Yutong looked back in confusion, is there anything else that was not explained just now?
Chen Shangshu paused and looked at Song Yue: "Excuse me, where is your home from?"
He was asking about Song Yue, and Ling Yutong raised his eyebrows.
Songyue also blinked in confusion. Although she didn't know why she asked this, she still replied truthfully: "Sir, I was picked up by the nuns in the palace when I was a child, and then..."
"You have no memory of your childhood? Are you an orphan?"
Chen Shangshu asked.
Songyue blinked and glanced down to the right, obviously recalling.
"I seem to have a memory, but it's rather vague..."
Her brows furrowed, and pain appeared on her face. The more she recalled it, the more painful her head became, like a needle pricking her head. The pain was severe.
Ling Yutong's eyelids twitched, this was not a normal state of recall!
Chen Shangshu also looked serious.
Chen Qiushui took a step closer to Ling Yutong, supported Song Yue, and said quickly: "Stop remembering."
"Songyue, don't remember the pain anymore!"
Unable to regain her consciousness, Chen Qiu Shui had no choice but to speak loudly, worry written on his face, but his strength to hold Song Yue was always very light.
Ling Yutong had already taken out the silver needle he carried with him.
As soon as the needle went in, Song Yue's whole body went limp and she fell into Chen Qiushui's arms.
Her eyes were closed tightly, and a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead. Although she fell asleep after being pricked with a needle, her brows were furrowed, and she was obviously very uneasy.
Chen Qiushui looked at her.
Ling Yutong took out another jade bottle from his sleeve, opened the lid and placed it under Songyue's nose. After a while, Songyue's frown relaxed.
She carefully wiped the sweat from Songyue's forehead with a handkerchief.
His expression was as cold as ice.
"Master Chen, can you tell me why you suddenly asked her about her life experience?"
Chen Shangshu said in a deep voice what he also had doubts about.
Then he said: "Originally I was just testing it, but I didn't expect her reaction to be so violent and abnormal. I don't understand Doctor Yu. Miss Ling, what's wrong with her?"
Ling Yutong's face turned extremely cold.
"Poison."
"Poison!"
Chen Shangshu and Chen Qiushui said in unison, their shock was palpable.
It is a harmful thing in southern Xinjiang. It is extremely cunning and has all kinds of strange effects. It simply challenges the limits of the human body.
They have never actually seen anyone who practices bewitching, but they have heard that everyone who falls under the spell dies a miserable death.
The expressions of the three of them all turned grave.
Ling Yutong pursed her lips: "I just took a look, and the poison in her has been deeply rooted. It may have been planted very early, and it has grown together with the body's flesh and blood, making it extremely difficult to get rid of."
And the least optimistic thing is that she is not sure of completely eradicating this extremely profound poison.