"You!" Qian Yun's face was flushed red by Dongfang Jing.
Dongfang Jing sneered, raised her hand and threw a green black pill to her, "Do you want to back up?"
Qian Yun was slightly taken aback, his eyes full of surprise.
Concubine Shen Guifei arranged for her to come here just to keep an eye on Dongfang Jing, and watch her give that lowly servant girl Xinlan any kind of medicine. As long as there is a possibility for Xinlan to recover in the future, Concubine Shen will surely recover after taking the same medicine.
This Concubine Gong is a smart person at a glance, it is impossible not to know the truth of this.
But since she knew the truth of this, why did she still give Qingwuwan to her for backup
Qianyun's hand that took the medicine hesitated slightly.
"What? Don't you even dare to take a medicine? Where did the arrogant arrogance just now go?" Dongfang Jing pulled the corner of her lips, "I know what Shen Zhaoyu wants to do. Don't worry, since I gave you the medicine , that means there is no cure for her poison. Relying on her little cleverness, she thinks that if she hurts Aunt Xinlan, she can find a way out for herself? Huh... "
Dongfang Jing snorted lightly, then glanced at the people behind Qianyun, and sneered, "You guys, which one is in charge of passing on the message to Shen Zhaoyu? Send the message for me as soon as possible! Let Shen Zhaoyu take care of her funeral earlier Bar!"
Qian Yun froze in place after hearing this.
The rest of the palace people seemed to be stunned, motionless. There were two young court ladies who even cried on the spot. Shen Zhaoyu let them go before sending them to Prince Gong's mansion. If they get the antidote of Baiyan poisonous water within this period, they will be rewarded greatly. If they get nothing, Shen Zhaoyu will ask them to accompany them on the road to Huangquan!
Dongfang Jing didn't bother to pay attention to the people around Shen Zhaoyu. She bent down and took the medicine box from Dongmei. She raised her hand and took out a sharp dagger. After reading it again, he threw out the scalpel in his hand, and threw it in front of Qian Yun.
The cold light on the blade's edge shone so brightly that even Qianyun's eyes could not be opened.
"Take it!" Dongfang Jing sneered, "Didn't you say you need a backup? Take it! I really want to see that Shen Zhaoyu has no knife wounds on her body. How do you use this flesh-cutting dagger!"
"You... you!" Qian Yun was so angry that she could hardly speak.
Dongfang Jing was worried about Xinlan's injury, so she didn't bother to explain to her, so she directly called Dongmei and Fanxing to come forward, and hurriedly carried Xinlan, who was poisoned and unconscious, to the backyard.
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After a while, a horse neighed behind him.
Murong Qianjue was wet and squeezed into the front hall.
He pursed his lips and smiled shallowly at Dongfang Jing, "Princess, I didn't expect that we would meet again in an hour."
Dongfang Jing glanced at him up and down, and sneered, "My lord, what's the situation? Don't you know how to swim? Why did you crawl out of the pool so quickly?"
Murong Qianjue thought that his eloquence was inferior to this woman, so he didn't get angry, but nodded his head and smiled ambiguously, "Yes! I got up. There is no way, there is a beautiful lady at home to serve, I really don't want to die so early ah!"
Dongfang Jing was too lazy to talk to him, so she turned around and followed Dongmei and Fanxing to the backyard.
Murong Qianjue froze in place, staring at that delicate figure, turned around and slapped the Eight Immortals table with his palm. The Eight Immortals table made of nanmu wood was instantly scrapped.