Yao Zhihong also smiled calmly, and handed the fragrant herbal tea on the long table to Yan Wulu.
"Your Highness, you don't need to do anything, just nod."
"...As for the remaining little things, just leave them to Zhi Hong."
Faced with Yao Zhihong's unambiguous words, Yan Wulu chose to remain cautious.
He took the medicinal tea from Yao Zhihong with one hand, but did not taste it.
"Wulu is stupid, why don't Yao Valley Master speak clearly?"
"Haha..." Yao Zhihong chuckled lightly, "...well, it's not an unspeakable thing to say. Zhihong, I want to borrow something from His Highness the Crown Prince."
Just when Yao Zhihong was about to say what he wanted to borrow, a rush of footsteps interrupted everything in the cave palace.
"His Royal Highness!"
The two people in the cave looked around and saw "Medical Saint" Yao Yingran appearing at the corner of the corridor.
Following Yao Yingran, a group of Snow Valley guards led by Leng San also appeared behind Yao Yingran.
Yao Zhihong's face changed slightly, and instantly became gloomy and fierce.
When Leng San saw this situation, he immediately knelt down and apologized to Yao Zhihong——
"Medical Saint Yao suddenly broke in, and we were unable to stop him. I hope the Valley Master will forgive me."
Yao Zhihong didn't say anything, but looked coldly at Yao Yingran who was around the corner.
And the medical sage Yao Yingran didn't care, came straight to Yan Wulu, and said excitedly -
"Your Highness, the person you asked me to pay attention to has indeed appeared in Yaowang Valley!"
"...He also brought an unconscious woman with him, who must have come to seek medical treatment!"
Yao Yingran finished speaking.
Yan Wulu's eyes lit up. He had just mentioned this to Yao Yingran casually at that time, but he did not expect that the other party would be so interested.
If nothing else goes wrong...the person coming to Yaowang Valley now is none other than Xiao Zichen, the son of destiny!
And the woman he brought was Qin Shumian, a troubled concubine from the Qin family in Jinling.
Yan Wulu stood up from the long desk, slightly cupped his hands to Yao Zhihong, and said——
"Master Yao Valley, please forgive me. Senior Medical Sage forgot about the important agreement he made with me and had no choice but to break into the Snow Valley Cave."
"His Royal Highness, he is my nephew. This Snow Valley is already part of the Medicine King Valley, so why would you want to break into it?"
Yao Zhihong said lightly with a smile, looking very approachable.
The facial expression changes so quickly that it's amazing.
“So best.”
Yan Wulu continued: "...Then, Wulu will leave with Senior Medical Saint first. Next time, we will discuss today's matters with the Medicine Valley Master."
"Farewell."
"Your Majesty, walk slowly." Yao Zhihong replied calmly.
In the blink of an eye, Yan Wulu and Yao Yingran walked outside the Snow Valley Cave together.
Yao Zhihong watched him leave with a smile.
After Yan Wulu and the others left, Yao Zhihong's expression changed and became frightening and gloomy again.
Leng San and other Snow Valley guards were still half-kneeling on the spot.
If you observe carefully, you can see that most of them have sweat dripping from their foreheads.
"Valley Master, please forgive me. Yao Yingran acted quickly and used poisonous fog to block the brothers' sight. By the time the brothers found out, they could no longer stop him."
Leng San seemed to rarely explain so anxiously.
Yao Zhihong's face was still cold and ugly, but he just said two words coldly -
"Broken finger."
Leng San and others understood.
They pulled out their swords and took off their boots, and you could see that each of the Snow Valley guards barely had ten toes on their feet...
Some put the fingers of their left hand on the ground because they no longer have toes.
Cut it off with one knife.
Someone among them made a very low whimpering sound.
Leng Sanyi also turned pale because of the severe pain. He had the most toes among all the people, with seven left.
"My subordinates are incompetent. I just hope that the Valley Master will not let his anger ruin his health." Leng San said to Yao Zhihong with concern.
"Back off."
Yao Zhihong remained where he was, flicking his sleeves slightly, and the guards bowed and left.
Leng San disappeared among the crowd. He glanced at Yao Zhihong again, and then secretly looked at the direction in which Yan Wulu left.
Leng San's eyes were secretly fierce, but he didn't say anything more and left respectfully.
Yao Zhihong looked at the long cave corridor quietly...
He was suffering from inflammation and poison and had to stay in the snow valley all day long.
Xue Gu is depressed and depressed, but if he leaves for too long, he will feel severe pain like a burning fire burning his body and thousands of ants eating his heart.
Even if you are so careful and trapped in the snow valley, there are always a few days every month when the poison breaks out...
At that time, even the thousand-year cold air in the Snow Valley Cave could not suppress the outbreak of inflammation and poison.
Burning fire burns the body, and thousands of ants eat the heart.
The more Yao Zhihong thought about it, the angrier he became...
He punched hard to the side.
The mellow white internal force formed a fist shape, and the flowing water in the distance was scattered by this punch. The solid stone biscuit behind the flowing water was also instantly cracked.
Yao Zhihong took a long breath...
He gradually collected his breath, his anger disappeared, and murmured to himself——
"Taiyin constitution, restraining inflammation and poison, must not be missed!"
"...Even if Yan Dong comes in person, he can't stop this Valley Master's determination."