After saying that, Feng Manxiu looked carefully at the pill in his hand.
The pill is light green in color and has a faint fragrance of lotus.
At this time, this small pill is as important as a thousand pieces to Feng Manxiu.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Manxiu looked at the well mirror with a serious expression.
"Order all the imperial guards to surround this house layer by layer. No one is allowed to come in and disturb me without my order!"
"yes!"
Although Jing Jing was unwilling to give in, he also understood that Feng Manxiu had no other choice at this time.
"Mr. Yinshuang, if anything happens to the Ninth Princess and His Highness the Crown Prince, I, Jing Jing, will not let you go even if I chase you to the ends of the earth!"
After saying this in a deep voice, he turned around and walked out of the door.
Soon, there were chaotic footsteps outside the door.
That was the sound of the imperial guard coming over.
Xue Qianli walked up to Feng Manxiu, raised her hand and patted his shoulder, then glanced sideways at Yinshuang.
Then he turned around and walked out, carefully closing the door for the two of them.
"Start now!"
Yinshuang stepped forward and took Murong Wushuang's wrist to help her into a sitting position.
"Feed her the antidote, and you use your inner strength to protect her heart, and I will be responsible for detoxifying her!"
As he spoke, he directly opened the bed quilt and sat cross-legged in front of Murong Wushuang.
Feng Manxiu didn't make a sound, but gently parted Murong Wushuang's lips with her fingers, and put the elixir into her mouth.
At this time, Murong Wushuang and Ben had lost consciousness and could not swallow automatically.
Bending down, Feng Manxiu pushed the elixir into her throat with the tip of his tongue, and then straightened up.
Her eyes passed over Murong Wushuang's lips that were wet by Feng Manxiu's kiss, and Yinshuang couldn't help but feel slightly absent-minded.
Sitting cross-legged behind Murong Wushuang, Feng Manxiu couldn't help but frown as he looked at Yin Shuang's confused eyes.
"Start?!"
"start!"
Yinshuang quickly recovered her mind and reached out to hold up Murong Wushuang's right arm, which was stabbed by a hidden weapon.
The light blue wide sleeves were carefully rolled up, revealing Murong Wushuang's slender porcelain white arms.
On the forearm, the place where the poisonous needle was pricked has already turned blue and purple, and the swelling is obvious.
With her eyebrows raised, Yinshuang bent down and put her lips to Murong Wushuang's arm.