She looked into the bed, and saw that the young master's clothes were messy, and his lips were swollen as if he had been ravaged by flesh||. Immediately, her mind went blank, and she stammered, "No... no antidote."
It turned out that this person was actually a good friend of Long Yang, no wonder he was willing to let her explain to this young master.
Wen Renji didn't know when a dagger appeared in his hand, and he pressed it against the woman's fair neck, and said in an inaudible tone, "I'll say it again, hand over the antidote."
His eyelids are slightly lowered, under the high bridge of the nose, there are sharp thin lips, and his eyes are light, but it makes people feel a chill down their backs.
Cold sweat overflowed from the woman's forehead, she nodded immediately and said, "Okay, I'll give you the antidote, don't kill me."
Wen Renji's dagger didn't move an inch, but grabbed her by the back of the collar.
Afraid that the knife would stab her fragile neck, the woman rummaged through the cabinet tremblingly, then took out a piece of porcelain and handed it over, "My lord, this is the antidote, don't kill me."
Wen Renli didn't take it immediately, but looked at her with his eyes, "If you lie to me, I have plenty of ways to make your life worse than death."
The woman groaned secretly in her heart, she wanted to have a spring night with that handsome young man in white clothes, but she didn't know that she got involved with this kind of plague god, it really made people want to cry without tears. Shaking his fingers, he said in a trembling voice, "My lord, the life of the slave family is in your hands, how dare you lie to me?"
Only then did Wen Renxi look away, took the porcelain bottle from her hand, and let her go.
Turning around and walking towards the bed, helped the limp Jiumeimei, looked at her flushed face, as if she had been scalded, and shifted her gaze.
He poured out a pill from the porcelain bottle, and then pinched the opponent's jaw, a faint pink appeared from the red lips.
Wen Renli felt a little suffocated for breathing, he fixed his eyes on the tip of his tongue, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
The woman standing not far away was tsk tsk tsk in her heart, and rolled her eyes indecently. That look seemed to swallow the young master. But she was really curious why this person stopped at the last step.
As if aware of her gaze, Wen Renli quickly put the medicine into the girl's mouth, and then let her swallow it, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
With the warm, fragrant and soft jade in his arms, he is naturally not a gentleman who can sit still in his arms. While his heart is suffering, he is still reluctant to let go of this embrace.
The woman couldn't see it and said, "Hey, this is my slave's boudoir, don't be too much..."
The rest of the words were all in the eyes that floated over, and they were all swallowed.
Wen Renli originally planned to bring Jiumei back to the palace, but when he heard a familiar voice from outside the door, he paused slightly, then let go of her and stood up.
He looked straight at the woman with his dark eyes, and said in a deep voice, "You haven't seen me."
The woman nodded tremblingly.
Then I saw this handsome man in black jumping down from the window and disappearing.
Qingyan searched from room to room, and when she opened the door, she finally saw the princess.
She was so angry that she gave the woman a hard look, then ran over and shook her, "Young master, young master."
"What did you do to the young master? Do you know who she is? Wait for me to ask someone to cut off your head."
Qing Yan trembled with anger, especially when she saw the messy appearance of the princess's clothes.
The woman felt wronged in her heart, and said aggrievedly, "Before I had time to do anything, he passed out by himself."
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