She listened carefully and found that the surroundings were so quiet that she could hear a pin drop. There was no longer that noisy roar. She turned around and sat on the bedside with great satisfaction.
She opened the quilt slightly and exposed the wound on Hua Qi's waist.
It's almost better.
Thinking of the poisonous blood and rotten flesh she put into the small porcelain bottle, Hua Yuqiong took out the small porcelain bottle. She stood up and walked to the table aside, took out a small saucer from the Qiankun bag, and poured the poisonous blood and rotten flesh into it.
Small plate.
The candlelight flickered, and the plate of blood revealed a poisonous blackness in the candlelight.
The blood was a bit strangely black, and there seemed to be a trace of black energy gathering in it.
Black energy?
Hua Yuqiong's eyes narrowed and he looked at the plate of poisonous blood. He saw traces of black air lingering around the poisonous blood and rotten flesh, revealing a cold aura.
Hua Yuqiong's expression changed slightly.
this……
It doesn’t look like human spiritual power!
A flash of cold light flashed across her deep phoenix eyes.
Yinzi Cult...
It's already midnight, but the rain outside has never stopped and is still falling. The pond in the garden has been filled with water and is flowing outward. I don't know if it is pond water or rain. All the roses in the garden have been bent by the rain.
Waist, the fragrance that filled the air seemed to be suppressed by the rain curtain.
"Hey, why doesn't it stop raining?" Mr. Hua looked at the heavy rain curtain outside and sighed.
"Many farmland areas around Kyoto have been flooded, and there have been two floods at the inflow of Gooseneck Lake. The people are suffering terribly and their livelihood is hard to come by! If this continues, the grain collected this year may bring heavy losses to the people.
burden."
Zhan Longhou looked ahead with heavy eyes, "Do we still need to add more people to the disaster relief effort?"
There had just been a fight last night, and all the soldiers were injured in various ways. Today they had to rush to provide disaster relief, so he sent those who were lightly injured to go.
Although Hua Jinyun also sent people, there were many more people in need of disaster relief than those sent out.
"Is there no news from the palace yet?" Old Master Hua asked.
"No news has come out, but my boy sent word last night that they met those princes and princesses, and they were all thrown into prison under Zi Lan's order," said Zhan Longhou.
"That's good. It will save those careless ones from causing trouble. But I didn't expect that Zi Lan is a good candidate because he hides it well enough."
The old painter stroked his beard and was suddenly attracted by a figure in the distance.
"Isn't that your boy? Why did he come back in the rain?"
Hearing this, Marquis Zhan Long followed the old man Hua's gaze and saw a figure running from a distance, falling from the eaves, and running straight to the other side.
"Hey, what is this kid doing? I'll go take a look."
Marquis Zhan Long looked at Cheng Yuqi's back with confusion, then ducked and chased him out.
When Mr. Hua saw Zhan Longhou chasing after him, he looked at where Cheng Yuqi was going and was slightly startled.
Isn't that the direction of Xiyuan?
Did something happen?
The old man Hua thought, not daring to stop at all, and hurriedly chased after him.
Cheng Yuqi used his spiritual power to increase his speed all the way, but when he arrived at Xiyuan, he missed it. His frown deepened.
Hua Yuqiong is not here!
I was about to go somewhere else to find someone to ask, when I heard a familiar voice coming from behind me.
"You brat, what are you doing here?"
Cheng Yuqi's eyes flashed and he turned to look behind him.
Under the pouring rain, Zhan Longhou came straight from not far away.