Qian Ling took a look, the texture was good, not fake.
"Since it is your heart's thing, how can I take it back?" Although the texture is good, the color of this hairpin is a bit strange.
The general hosta is green all over, but the lotus on this hairpin seems to have been deliberately processed, and the color is too bright, like a poisonous poppy, beautiful, but full of crisis.
Those who come are really bad.
If she hadn't been good at using poison, she would definitely not have seen this little trick.
Lu Wanzhu wanted to avenge revenge.
"Sister Qianling, you are my savior, so don't be polite with me. Although it is the love of my sister, it is not a precious treasure. Could it be that sister Qianling dislikes and is unwilling to accept?"
Hearing these words, Lu Qianling sneered in his heart, and raised his eyes lightly to look at her with a cold expression, "Since you have said so, then I will accept this thing, I hope you don't regret it!"
After saying that, he took the box and closed it heavily.
At the same time, he did not miss the flash of smile in Lu Wanzhu's eyes.
It seems that the Prince Palace has not yet taught her the lesson.
The causes that you plant yourself will one day suffer from evil consequences.
"Sister Qianling thinks of her younger sister as someone, no matter how precious things are, as long as they are given to you, Wanzhu will not regret it!"
"Really, then I also want to give you a word, life is precious, no-zuo-no-die!"
Lu Wanzhu's expression changed slightly. Although he could not understand what Lu Qianling said in the last sentence, he knew that it was not a good thing.
After Lu Wanzhu left, Qian Ling looked at the delicate nanmu box thoughtfully.
Where did she seem to have seen such a box.
But I can't remember exactly where it is.
But she vaguely felt that it had something to do with her mother, the eldest princess.
While thinking about it, the sleeves suddenly bulged, Qian Ling raised his eyebrows and opened the sleeves. The drug slave, who had been asleep for a few days, was stretching comfortably.
Perceiving Qianling's gaze, her stretching movement suddenly stopped, and the two small leaves on top of her head stood up solemnly at the same time, not daring to move, "Master."
Seeing this, Qianling grabbed her leaf and took it straight out. "Little guy, I have a good sense of smell. I know there are good things? Huh?"
"The master is wronged, there are no good things, no..." Yao Nu said as he carefully stretched his body onto the nanmu box.
Seeing the green cane, he almost wrapped the box.
Qian Ling grabbed the box with his other hand at a speed that could not cover his ears, and held it in the air.
"He said that he was wrong, but his body was honest."
Yao Nu's body froze in the air, and it took a while to react, and desperately twisted his body to act like a baby, "Master, I want it, I want it."
"Want? Yes, answer my three questions and I will give you."
"What's the problem?" Yao Nu was shaking two small leaves excitedly, and there was something to eat.
Qian Ling did not speak, but opened the box on the sandalwood table, pointed to the hosta and asked, "What kind of poison is the poison on this? What are the symptoms after poisoning? Where can I find this kind of poison in Qingguo?"
This kind of poison is colorless and tasteless. It is attached to the object. Without the professional instruments of the 21st century, it is difficult to survey its ingredients.
As for the drug slave, since she was born on medicine and was so sensitive to poison, she might be able to understand these problems.
"As long as the master has answered these three questions, can the drug slave be able to eat it?"