Man: "So, how much do you two want?"
"Ahem... We... came to Qiandu Valley, not to buy this medicine... Cough..." Mu Zhiming came from a family of hairpins and had a strict family discipline. Knowing that people in Jianghu have such a true temperament, this kind of medicine can be sold on the bright side. Although he tried his best to restrain the calmness of his voice, he still couldn't help covering up his embarrassment and shyness with a light cough.
"Then what are you two doing here?" The man wondered.
Mu Zhiming was horrified, and explained his situation in a few words.
The man hissed after hearing this: "What? Cold scorpion poison? It's strange, this poison does come from our valley, and our valley has always claimed that this poison has no solution and will kill you if you swallow it, and I have never heard of you. In this case, the two of you will wait here, and I will report to Master Shaogu and see what she has to say."
"It's work." Mu Zhiming clasped his fists.
After the man left, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, with only Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan.
And the medicine called 'Aphrodisiac Powder' was also placed on the table.
Mu Zhiming still felt a little uncomfortable and coughed twice.
Gu Heyan frowned, "Is your throat uncomfortable?"
"No, I'm not uncomfortable." Mu Zhiming said quickly.
After talking to Gu Heyan, Mu Zhiming was no longer so embarrassed, he laughed and joked: "Actually, Qiandugu made this medicine, there is a reason, since ancient times love words are the most difficult to understand, intriguing, and grinding people. Mind, isn't it a kind of poison?"
Gu Heyan nodded and agreed, "En."
Having said that, Mu Zhiming looked at the medicine on the table curiously, and saw that its powder, pills, and ointment were all dark red, with a peculiar fragrance.
After knowing the efficacy of this medicine, Mu Zhiming couldn't help but think of the love affair between himself and Gu Heyan.
Except for the time in the bridal chamber, Gu Heyan never tried to slap him again after that.
He has always been comfortable with serving him first, and then venting it out on his own, without asking for a second time.
Although Gu Heyan didn't say it, Mu Zhiming knew that Gu Heyan was afraid of tiring him.
Mu Zhiming's body was weakened by two poisonings and a previous recurrence of lung disease.
And the man just said.
Take this medicine and feel tired.
If I can make Gu Heyan have a good time...
"What are you thinking?" Gu Heyan's voice suddenly sounded.
Mu Zhiming came back to his senses, bent his eyes and smiled: "I just think that the lid of the ointment is very interesting to work."
At this moment, the man came back and said to Mu Zhiming, "Our Master Shaogu wants to see you."
After leaving the stilted building, Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan followed the man to the depths of the stockade. The three of them stopped in front of a small and delicately carved wooden building. Several guards checked their bodies and confiscated the daggers and swords. Only two people were allowed to enter the building.
Inside the building, a light gauze curtain intertwined with purple and pink is suspended from the wooden beams, and a huge bamboo screen separates the cabinet and the outer room. It is used by guests. A graceful woman in purple was standing by the window. She was holding a dustpan in her arms. The dustpan was full of unknown dried flowers. She frowned and lowered her head as she picked the dried flowers, her mouth was irritable. The sound of 'tsk tsk' seemed to dislike those dried flowers quite a bit.
"Master Shaogu." The man said, "I brought it here."
Qu Qianning looked up.
She glanced around, put down the dustpan in her hand, and asked, "Which one is still alive from the cold scorpion poison?"
Mu Zhiming stepped forward and bowed in salute, "Meet the Master Shaogu."
"Oh, it's you." Qu Qianning walked up to Mu Zhiming, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him to the desk, Mu Zhiming staggered, and she said impatiently: " Don't babble, come here quickly."
There was a wooden bowl with clear liquid on the desk. Qu Qianning didn't talk too much. He took Mu Zhiming's hand and put it on the bowl, and pulled out a silver needle from his waist. Zhiming pricked his fingertips, and directly pricked Mu Zhiming's fingertips with blood beads.