Sheng Qi knew that she slept a lot during the day, so she shouldn't be sleepy yet, so she didn't force her to sleep together. However, he later processed some papers, and now he is very tired. So not long after holding her hand, he fell asleep.
After hearing Sheng Qi's even breathing, Yun Ling put down the scroll in his hand and looked at him. Seeing his still not ruddy thin lips and rather tired face, she couldn't help but look back at the paper.
In the past two days, I have checked a lot of explanations about "tarsal bones", and the more I look at it, the worse I feel. First of all, this is not only a compound poison, but also a poison that will evolve in the human body according to physique. This kind of poison has never appeared in the medical records she knew, let alone how to detoxify it in detail.
And no one knows the craftsmanship of this poison. Because according to the records, the person who developed this poison was the capable person beside Emperor Taizu, so it has a history of three hundred years. In three hundred years, this person must have died too much.
Yun Ling thought about pulling her hand to find out the volume of Xiandi's edict she had received when she changed Sheng Qi's clothes before. She thought that she might be able to find clues based on the toxins remaining on it. However, she realized that her hand was about to be lifted, and Sheng Qi's hand was tightly clenched. If she did, she would definitely wake him up. And about to find that her hand was about to slip away, he directly took her hand and placed it on his lower abdomen!
Yun Ling twitched his eyes when he saw this. He didn't expect Sheng Qi to be so clingy. Fortunately, what he was pulling was her left hand, so he left her with a right hand that could write, otherwise she could only go to sleep with him.
After Yunling finished work, Sheng Qi had already slept for the next hour. She gently pulled her hand back to sleep on her small couch, but he held her hand and held it all the way up. She was afraid of tossing his wounds, so she didn't dare to move.
"Sheng Qi, let go." Yun Ling said in a low voice, she knew he was vigilant, it was impossible not to notice it.
However, Sheng Qi didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't even let go of her hand.
"I don't know whether it's good or not, if you get your wound, it will be bad." Yun Ling was worried that if she fell asleep and tossed around and tossed his wound, it would be bad.
"Sheng Qi?" Yun Ling leaned closer and called again.
Suddenly, Sheng Qi's hand was taken out, and she was directly taken into his arms, which was annoying, and she was shocked!
"I haven't washed it yet!" Yun Ling said annoyed, but Sheng Qi's low voice came from his head: "This king doesn't dislike you, stop making trouble, this king is too tired to panic."
"I'll turn off the lights!" Yun Ling said again, this time Sheng Qi didn't stop her. But she also went to wash up before coming back, but she was going to sleep on the small couch.
"Ling'er." Sheng Qi called out. Yun Ling looked over and saw his eyes that were still as bright as black jade in the black lamp.
"Sleep each, sleep well." Yun Ling said under the quilt.
"Do you want this king to come down and hug you?" Sheng Qi was unwilling. He was in the barracks now, and she was close by him. He didn't want to treat himself badly.
"I haven't married you yet, and you are still hurting." Yun Ling felt uncomfortable.
Sheng Qi was silent for a while, Yun Ling thought he had given up, but didn't want to hear the rustling sound of lifting the quilt. She was startled and got up: "What are you doing?!"
"What do you mean?" Sheng Qi's dark eyes fixed on her, causing her to hurriedly climb over: "Do you want to die?"
"That's not good." Sheng Qi took a man into the bed and Yun Ling realized that he hadn't moved at all. It was just a bluff, this damn black-bellied man!
"Hate!" Yun Ling murmured, while Sheng Qi sullenly coaxed.
The Changfeng who can hear outside the tent is full of sweat on his forehead, only saying that there are lone men and widows in this tent, and now the prince is also awake, is it true that nothing will happen when sleeping together? But is the prince's body eaten up
When Mo Ye came to change shifts, he saw Chang Feng sweating all over his head, and couldn't help asking strangely: "Are you going to be a thief?"
"No." Changfeng was still guessing what might happen in the account, and he didn't care about the special meaning in Mo Ye's words for a while.
"Is there such a guilty conscience? This sweat is full?" Mo Ye felt that something was wrong, and asked whether it was the prince who had something wrong with him.
Hearing this, Chang Feng wiped his head, and as expected he wiped out a cold sweat. Mo Ye was anxious, so he squatted and said, "I'm just worried that the prince will be in the same bed with Miss Ling'er tonight. I don't know if something will happen."
Mo Ye's face stiffened when he heard the words, and he stood silently on the side. After a long time, he said: "I'll be watching, I will pay attention."
"What's the use of paying attention? In case..." Chang Feng was about to say, Mo Ye gave him a cool look, "Are you going to go in and bring people out now?"
"Forget it, I'm going to sleep." Chang Feng was dumb when asked, and he thought he should go back to wash and sleep.
Without a word for a night, Yun Ling got up and went out the next day, always feeling that Chang Feng's eyes were a little weird. Even Bin Mo Ye and Zhu Ba’s eyes were wrong. After she finished her breakfast and settled Sheng Qi’s affairs, she went to inquire about the news in the city of Kyoto, and then went to Mei Ye Chu—
"You want to enter Beijing?!" Mei Ye was surprised, this is not a joke!
"Well, I want to go in and do some private affairs. The prince is seriously injured, and I don't want him to worry about it. I take Zhang Mo, and it should be no problem to return to the city after disguising. I told the prince that you are here to develop new medicines, and you help me Keep it secret, I will be back tonight." Yun Ling had only this excuse for thinking about it.
"This—" Mei Ye always felt wrong, but Yun Ling was thinking of Sheng Qi, and he also knew that the latter's current physical condition was not suitable for working too hard.
"Don't do this, that, it's serious for you to give me some poisonous powder." Yun Ling felt that this was the business.
Hearing that, Mei Ye got up and found some porcelain bottles, and explained the toxicity to Yunling. She put it in her sleeve and said, "That's it. If you ask, remember to cover it up for me. Guarantee to come back tonight!"
"You have to go early to save the prince from looking for you in person." Mei Ye felt that as long as Yun Ling did not return, Sheng Qi would inevitably be aware of it. By then, it would be inevitable for the latter to find someone with injuries.
"I see, let's go." Yun Ling waved his hand to leave the account, leaving the camp with Zhang Mo who was waiting outside to go to Kyoto.
At that time in the city of Kyoto, Sheng Jing had received a report from Li Yuying.
"Send someone to keep a close watch at the Xicheng Gate, but anyone who is close to Yunling in height should not be let go. Look at where they go. In addition, the people who will check the Jinyunhou Mansion closely and report it as soon as there is news." Sheng Jing immediately reported to Li. The father-in-law gave the order, and the latter took the order.
"Ling'er—" Sheng Jing murmured unconsciously after finishing the order, but he drew a pen to paint on the rice paper. In a short while, Yun Ling's beautiful eyes of water and water suddenly appeared on the paper, and then he sketched it with a pen, and it was the last dance of Yun Ling's dance that day!
After Sheng Jing waited for the ink to dry, he reached out and stroked the small face of the person on the painting: "Don't leave when you come back." After he said, he placed the painting, and then went to the palace from the side gate of the Prince's Mansion.