"It's not about the rice." Ye Qingluo half propped himself up, and took the bowl of porridge.
She stuck out her finger and poked it into the rice porridge.
Take some of it and put it between your nose.
"Miss, this porridge..."
Ye Qing rolled his eyes, and suddenly felt a chill.
She handed the bowl back to Ziling, took out a cloth, and wiped her fingers.
"Whoever gave the rice, this bowl of porridge, let him drink it."
Zi Ling's hand holding the bowl shook: "Miss means...someone said to Miss..."
She didn't even dare to continue thinking about it.
Her small face turned pale in an instant, and she knelt on the ground with a thud: "It's Ling'er's fault, Ling'er didn't even notice that there was poison in the porridge..."
"If you really feel that you are at fault, just follow my instructions." Ye Qingluo narrowed his eyes lazily.
"But, but Ling'er..." Zi Ling bit her lower lip, "Ling'er dare not."
The person who gave her rice was Mrs. Zhang from the kitchen.
Aunt Zhang is from the second room, and thanks to the second wife's doting on her, she can be regarded as the leader of the maids in the mansion.
Raise your arms and call out, there are many maidservants and attendants to cater to you.
She... how could she feed this bowl of poisonous porridge to Aunt Zhang
"I don't need useless people by my young master's side." Ye Qingluo raised his eyelids lazily, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "If you can't even do such a simple thing, you can leave .”
Zi Ling trembled all over, wanting to plead for mercy.
But looking at Shang Yeqing's eyes, all the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit them out.
She was trembling, lowered her head, her scalp was numb, and she struggled to utter a word between her teeth: "Yes..."
Holding the porridge in her hand, Zi Ling turned and left the room.
When she just arrived at the door, Ye Qingluo suddenly said, "Zi Ling, don't think I'm cruel. Since she has the guts to poison me, she has to bear the consequences. If she doesn't die, sooner or later, the dead person will die." it's me."
Zi Ling's back stiffened.
After a while, he turned around.
With tears in her eyes, she said firmly, "Miss, don't worry! I will definitely complete the task!"
After speaking, he ran out of the room.
Ye Qingluo withdrew her gaze, a look of fatigue appeared between her brows and eyes.
"Old man Cang, is there any way for me to cultivate profound energy immediately?" She closed her eyes, and connected her spiritual sense to the Cangshui bracelet.
The old man Cang said unhurriedly: "There is a solution, it is not impossible, but it is a bit troublesome."
"explain!"
Now she is extremely thirsty for power.
As long as there is a way, a little trouble is not a problem.
"Your body is very strange." Old Man Cang frowned, "Your tendons seem to have been sealed by some kind of force, causing your tendons to be blocked and unable to cultivate profound energy."
Was sealed
"The old man can't find out the source of that power. If you want to cultivate profound energy, you can only refine the top-grade marrow washing pill to change your physique."
The old man Cang could not give an answer to this point.
Top grade marrow washing pill
The corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth twitched: "It's easy to say, you are so powerful, why don't you come here."
joke!
In my memory, at least a pharmacist at the level of a master pharmacist can refine the high-grade marrow washing pill, and the success rate does not exceed 50%.
Pharmacist, there are eight levels.
The common ones are: drug slave, drug apprentice, pharmacist, great pharmacist.
Afterwards, the Medicine Sect, and even the Medicine Emperor's Realm, looking at the entire Nirvana Continent, I'm afraid they won't be able to find ten people.
Not to mention the mythical level of Yaoxian and Yaoshen.
She has never been in contact with refining medicine at all, and she can't even be called a medicine slave. How could she refine a top-grade pill of washing marrow
Are you sure you're not teasing her