Murong Jie's eyes turned cold, "Poisoned? Do you suspect you've been poisoned?"
Zi'an said: "I have had nightmares one after another, which is unprecedented, and I find that my emotions are out of control."
"Is this a sign of poisoning?"
"I don't know. This is just my own feeling. Either there is something wrong with my mind, or I have been poisoned." Zi'an felt sweat dripping down his forehead, and his head felt cold. He reached out to wipe it, but there was not a drop of sweat.
She stared at her palm in a daze, feeling more and more that something was wrong.
Murong Jie took out the needle bag for her, and then asked someone to take his token to invite the imperial physician.
Zi'an examined himself and had his acupuncture done, which cheered him up a little, but he did not realize that he was poisoned.
Could it be that something really went wrong with her mental state
"By the way, has there been any news from the government regarding the case on Wednesday?" Zi'an threw back the quilt and got out of bed. She sat at the table and drank cold water in big gulps. The cold water could keep her awake.
Murong Jie said, "I went to the government office while you were asleep just now, and I examined the body myself. Zhou San was indeed killed by a poisonous snake, and his wife also committed suicide. There is nothing suspicious about her wounds."
"Nothing suspicious? Did I see it wrong?" Zi'an was stunned.
"You're wrong. You've been too tired lately. Don't think too much." Murong Jie hugged her from behind and said gently, "Be good and eat something first, okay?"
Zi'an knew that he was worried about him, so even though he didn't have much appetite, he said, "Okay, I'm hungry."
Murong Jie smiled and said, "I'm hungry too. From yesterday till now, I've been hungry with you."
Zian grabbed his hand and turned back, "You didn't eat either? Are you stupid?"
"I'm not stupid. If you're not feeling well, I can't eat either." Murong Jie came over and held her in his arms. After a moment of silence, he said, "Zi'an, I just want to tell you that you are very important to me. I don't want you to get hurt in the slightest. However, I always seem to be unable to do this. I feel guilty."
Zi'an closed his eyes comfortably, feeling flowers blooming in his heart, "Silly, I'm really fine, and husband and wife should stand side by side, not me hiding behind you."
Murong Jie hugged her even tighter, so tight that Zi'an could hardly breathe.
Zian felt something was wrong, so he pushed away and looked at him, "What's wrong?"
Murong Jie shook his head, "It's okay, I just want to hold you like this forever."
"Are you stupid?" Zi'an smiled, "I'm hungry. Go and ask someone to serve you food."
She was afraid that he was hungry.
Nanny Yang had already been stewing the dishes, and when she heard Murong Jie say to serve the meal, she immediately asked someone to serve the meal.
After dinner, Murong Jie said he wanted to accompany Zi'an for a stroll in the mansion. Of course, his excuse was that he was too full and the imperial physician had not arrived, so he took this opportunity to go out for a walk.
Zi'an naturally agreed. Before he walked out, Murong Jie took out some vinegar and said, "Take a sip."
"Vinegar?" Zi'an felt a little nauseous when he smelled vinegar. The vinegar had a very strong smell.
"Yes, drink some." Murong Jie coaxed.
"Are you afraid that I'm poisoned?" Zi'an shook his head, "I'm not poisoned."
Murong Jie took a sip himself first, "Please feel at ease."
"Will the poison really be invulnerable after drinking this vinegar?" Zi'an asked as he smelled the sour smell rushing into his nose.
"Aunt Ah She said that firstly, the poison is afraid of this smell, and secondly, this vinegar has a similar smell to the poison. If you are afraid of drinking it, you will know if someone poisons you through food."
In order to reassure him, Zi'an took a sip from his hand. It was so sour that her face looked like a pickle.
Murong Jie saw her pickled face and laughed.
Zi'an hit him, "Still laughing? Isn't that what you do when you drink?"
"No, I'll drink it for you to see." Murong Jie raised his head and gulped down a big gulp. After swallowing it, he didn't even frown. He smacked his lips and said, "I've been drinking it since I was a child. I'm used to it."
Zi'an was stunned. "Drinking since childhood? Didn't you say..."
Didn’t he say that he drank it only when Sun Fang’er cast that kind of poison on him
Murong Jie put down the vinegar bottle, took her hand and walked out, "When I was a child, I didn't drink this, but something else."
"What is it?" Zi'an asked curiously.
Murong Jie smiled and looked into the distance, "Wine."
Medicinal wine. Since he was a child, his mother had been very strict with him. When he practiced martial arts, he was always covered with wounds. So his ancestor asked people to soak him in medicinal wine to remove blood stasis and strengthen his body. He drank a sip before going to bed every day and also soaked his body in the medicine.
"Wine and vinegar don't taste the same." Zi'an muttered.
The sun is shining brightly today, shining through the branches, and the temperature declares the power of the sun.
When we arrived at the garden, we saw several new maids playing shuttlecock, moving back and forth in a very beautiful manner.
Seeing the two people coming, he quickly stopped and came over to greet them.
Zi'an said with a smile, "You guys play your own games, the prince and I will just take a walk."
"Can you?" Murong Jie asked.
"I used to know a little bit, but I haven't played shuttlecock for a long time." Zi'an recalled that when he was in school, he often played shuttlecock during breaks.
It’s just that this body isn’t well coordinated and I’m afraid I won’t be able to play at the same level as before.
Murong Jie's eyes were filled with doting, "Kick it for me to see." He wanted to see her full of energy.
Zi'an was indeed aroused by these girls and had the same interest as when he was a teenager, so he asked them, "Can you lend it to me to play with for a while?"
The maids were flattered and quickly offered, "Princess, please!"
Everyone stepped back, waiting happily for the princess to play shuttlecock. Xiaosun came over and saw Zi'an playing, so he came over to watch the fun.
Zi'an stood in the middle of the crowd and smiled at Murong Jie.
Murong Jie also looked at her with a smile. In the sunlight, her smile was particularly bright and charming, with a kind of transparent charm.
A voice in his heart sounded, telling him that from now on, she would have to become such a person, with a carefree smile on her face every day, and he would use all his efforts to make her happy.
Zi'an threw the shuttlecock up, and everyone saw a flash before their eyes, and the shuttlecock fell straight down. Zi'an raised his foot, kicked the shuttlecock up, spun it around, caught it, kicked it up, caught it, and kicked it up again...
She was still wearing the same scarlet dress she wore yesterday, with pink peonies embroidered on her skirt. When she kicked up her feet and spun around, the hem of her skirt spun with her, and from a distance it looked like peonies blooming and spinning around her.
The little girls clapped their hands and praised the princess for her great kicking.
Murong Jie couldn't take his eyes off her for a moment. Looking at that beautiful and graceful figure, he remembered Qin Zhou's sword dance that day, and the look of amazement in her eyes.
He casually broke off a branch and soared into the sky. The branch shook, and the leaves on the branch fell down due to his internal force. He spun down, causing the fallen leaves to spin as well.
He raised his hand, stabbed out, turned, and stabbed back. Although it was just a branch, it stabbed out with a cold and sharp sword energy.
His attacks were swift, drawing arcs of sword energy, and it seemed as if one could see halos surrounding him.
If Qin Zhou's swordsmanship is elegant and refined, his is unrestrained and uninhibited. He kicks forward with his sleeves lifted up, and the branch in his hand unfolds layers of light and shadow. He moves forward with incredible speed and retracts his sword extremely quickly, as if he is everywhere.
(End of this chapter)