Qiao Wei and the first beauty rushed to the bedroom of His Highness the Third Highness.
His Highness the Third Highness accidentally fell down the steps while admiring the snow just now, and hit his head, bleeding profusely.
The pharmacists of the Holy Cult were helpless.
The Third Highness was so painful that tears burst out, he lost so much blood that he didn't even have the strength to cry.
Qiao Wei hurriedly checked his wound, and found that it was much more serious than imagined. It's no wonder that the saints were helpless, it was like being opened by someone, and she was not fully sure if it was her.
"Woooo..." His Highness cried in pain.
The first beauty took him into her arms.
The Third Highness wanted to rub the second cousin's chest, but he couldn't move. He lost too much blood, and his consciousness was becoming blurred little by little.
Qiao Wei looked at the blood hole on his head, her eyes moved, then she looked at her hands, bit her lips and said, "A dead horse is a living horse doctor!"
Qiao Wei took out the dagger, sterilized it with wine, and cut her own wrist.
Blood flowed down.
She caught it with a cup, drank half of it, and fed it to His Highness the Third Highness.
Qiao Wei was actually not sure if this method would work, but she subconsciously wanted to do it, so she really did it.
As a result, a surprising scene happened.
The unstoppable blood on the head of the Third Highness congealed little by little, and although the wound did not heal immediately, there was no more blood gushing out.
Qiao Wei hurriedly opened the medicine box, took out the golden sore medicine and surgical tools, and was about to treat the wound for His Highness the Third Highness, but after looking through the things, she frowned.
"What's wrong?" the first beauty asked.
Qiao Wei said: "I forgot to bring the hemorrhoids, I want to sew him up, I'm afraid he..."
"I can't bear it" before finishing the three words, the first beauty raised her thick arm and slashed down with a hand knife, knocking down the Third Highness gorgeously.
The first beauty: "It's ready now."
Qiao Wei: "..."
After Qiao Wei treated the wounds of the Third Highness, she asked the female disciple who served her how the Third Highness was injured, and learned from the female disciple that it was the Third Highness who was going to enjoy the snow, and he fell down by himself. people approach him.
His Highness the Third Highness in Shengjiao was nothing more than eating, drinking and drinking. He did nothing and never offended anyone.
Although the two factions are now in conflict, he is Yun Su's son, and people from Yun Su's lineage will not embarrass him; he is also Yunzhu's grandson, and people from Yunzhu's lineage cannot plot against him.
From this point of view, nine times out of ten, the child is really unlucky.
Qiao Wei wrapped the gauze around the Third Highness, and suddenly asked, "How is Yun Su's situation?"
The first beauty said with an oh: "You're going to die soon!"
Qiao Wei said again: "Does the Holy Church know?"
The first beauty said: "Well, now I know."
Paper can't hold fire, and Yun Su didn't show up when such a big incident happened, not to mention that he was dying, he probably thought he had escaped.
Qiao Wei said: "No wonder those who serve are so negligent."
How could Qiao Wei feel at ease to keep His Highness the Third Highness in Shengjiao? But Yun Su was about to die, and no one dared to stop her.
That afternoon, Qiao Wei brought the Third Highness back to the palace.
As soon as she entered Fangcui Garden on her front foot, A'dal walked over in a hurry on her back foot: "The Xun family is dying."
During these days, I was so busy with the affairs of the holy religion that I almost forgot that there was a Xun Lan living in the small courtyard.
Of course, the second senior sister also moved there, and perhaps because of the second senior sister sharing the same bed with her, Qiao Wei was less worried, and it was even harder to think of her.
When Qiao Wei entered the room, Qiao Zheng had just given Xun Lan the needle.
Seeing his daughter coming in, Qiao Zheng winked.
Qiao Wei withdrew her leg that had crossed the threshold, and when Qiao Zheng came out, she went to the yard with him.
Qiao Wei held her father's arm and asked in a low voice, "Dad, how is she?"
Qiao Zheng shook his head: "The poison pill is about to mature, and the toxicity can't be controlled."
"How many more days?" Qiao Wei asked.
"It's just a few days." Qiao Zheng said.
Qiao Wei paused, and said again: "Where is the second senior sister? Is she all right?"
Qiao Zheng smacked his mouth and said, "She can last seven or eight days, have you found the secret book?"
Qiao Wei said: "I'm still looking for it, it should be soon."
Qiao Zheng wondered: "Isn't there a library in Yinhu Island? The secret book should be there, but I haven't found it yet?"
Speaking of this, Qiao Wei was also a little helpless. The old and cunning woman Guardian Lian guessed that she was in danger when Yun Zhu took Mrs. Yun to the Holy Church, and activated the formation on the island before leaving the door. The pavilion and Princess Zhaoming's bedroom happened to be in the formation.
Mingxiu and the ghost king went to break the formation, but the formation was based on Princess Zhaoming's jade coffin, if they were to be destroyed forcibly, Princess Zhaoming's body would be gone.
However, it shouldn't take seven or eight days of meditation to figure out a way, and the second senior sister can still be saved.
As for Xun Lan...
Qiao Zheng knew what her daughter was thinking as soon as she saw her expression. She patted her hand and said, "She doesn't know martial arts, and it's useless to give her secrets."
"That's true." Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows, and went to Xun Lan frankly.
Xun Lan's poison had penetrated into the internal organs, her fair face turned a dull black blue, her eyes were slightly red, and her lips were purple. She just had a seizure once, although she was controlled by the second senior sister, but Worried that she would continue to have seizures, she had to tie her hands and feet.
She hates the sun more and more.
The moment the door was pushed open, she closed her eyes abruptly as if a needle had been poked into her eyes, and turned her face to the inside of the bed.
Qiao Wei closed the door gently, and lit a dim oil lamp on the candlestick.
The second senior sister slept behind the green gauze cabinet.
Qiao Wei didn't wake her up, and walked slowly through the green gauze cabinet, came to Xun Lan's bed, put the oil lamp on the bedside cabinet, and pulled a chair to sit down in front of the bed.
"Xun Lan." Qiao Wei called her.
Hearing Qiao Wei's voice, Xun Lan turned her face slowly.
This face, which was once so beautiful that the entire capital city was amazed by it, finally dimmed.
Four words suddenly appeared in Qiao Wei's mind: Beauty is late.
Qiao Wei sat quietly on the chair, her expression remained the same, as if the person in front of her hadn't lost her face, and she didn't seem to be dying.
Xun Lan opened her lips weakly: "Where is my son?"
Qiao Wei said truthfully, "It's still on the way."
Xun Lan said complainingly: "Didn't you say... you can arrive in ten days? How long has it been..."
Qiao Wei glanced at her indifferently: "It's been sleepless for more than ten days, but can a child as young as Brother Liu bear it? Could it be that he didn't even want his life just to see you?"
From Daliang to Yeluo, there is a big desert to go through. For such a young child, she really doesn't want her to suffer that!
Xun Lan struggled for a while, but her hands were bound tightly, there was nothing she could do: "Do you not want me to see him?"
Qiao Wei raised her forehead: "Xun Lan, I'm not as despicable as you think."
Xun Lan's eyes were red with sadness, which is rare, and she lowered her voice in front of a person who least wanted to bow her head in her life: "I beg you... let me see him for the last time... the poison pill will give you... definitely will …”
…
Qiao Wei walked out of the yard, looked at the whiteness in front of her, and sighed deeply.
She doesn't sympathize with Xun Lan, but she loves Brother Liu.
If possible, she still hoped that he could see Xun Lan for the last time.
Qiao Wei went to Yan Feijue's house.
Ever since he was beaten up by the ghost king, Yan Daxia closed the door to recuperate, and no one disappeared.
The latch is stuck.
Qiao Wei knocked lightly, and the latch broke.
Yan Feijue frowned: "You girl, do you know you have to knock on the door?!"
Qiao Wei said innocently: "I'm knocking."
It was accidentally knocked off, but it can't be her fault.
Yan Feijue pulled the quilt over his head. Hero Yan has been a hero for half his life, so no one else can see his bruised nose and swollen face.
Qiao Wei didn't intend to embarrass him, so she didn't take off his quilt, she just stood in front of the bed and said softly, "Uncle Yan, when will Brother Liu arrive?"
Yan Feijue said casually: "Why do you ask this? The one with the surname Xun is dying soon?"
"Yes." Qiao Wei said frankly.
Yan Feijue pulled off the quilt, revealing that face scarier than the ghost king.
Qiao Wei: "..."
You better put the quilt on...
Yan Feijue cleared his throat, covered most of his face calmly, and said lazily: "Yi Qianyin and Ji Wushuang have gone to pick him up. If God is good, they should be there the day after tomorrow."
"The day after tomorrow?" Qiao Wei looked at the bright sky, "It should be fine, right?"
After that, Qiao Wei went back to the upper room.
Jing Yun and Wang Shu went to practice calligraphy, Dabai dozed off on the bedside, but Xiaobai and Zhu'er fought in the room again for some unknown reason.
Zhu'er hit the pan and sent Xiao Bai flying to the wall.
Xiaobai stuck to the wall for a full two seconds before sliding down with a bang.
Xiaobai got angry, and rushed towards Zhu'er with bared teeth!
Zhu'er is not Xiaobai's opponent, she is chased by Xiaobai and runs around the room, throwing whatever she catches.
Boom!
Qiao Wei's rouge fell off.
Boom!
Qiao Wei's cream shattered.
Immediately afterwards, Qiao Wei's jewellery, Ji Mingxiu's collection of calligraphy and painting, all of which were used as hidden weapons by the little monkey.
Xiaobai dodged left and right, but was not hit once.
Seeing that Xiaobai was about to pounce, Zhu'er pulled out a booklet.
At the risk of being fanned into a pig's head, Xiao Bai slammed Zhu'er into the basin.
Qiao Wei walked into the room at this time.
The small wooden shovel was expected to fall from the water basin. Zhu Er, who grabbed the small wooden shovel and was about to fight back, suddenly stuffed the small wooden shovel into Xiao Bai's hand, daubed a handful of rouge on her face indiscriminately, then bent her body and took it One party got the handkerchief from nowhere, raised his orchid finger, and cried aggrievedly.
What Qiao Wei saw was this scene—Xiao Bai fiercely pressed Zhu'er into the water basin, holding up a small wooden shovel, as if she wanted to open Zhu'er;
Qiao Wei looked at the two beasts, then looked at the mess all over the floor, and picked up Xiaobai: "If you don't fight for a day, the house will be exposed, right?"
Xiaobai froze.
Qiao Wei carried Xiaobai out, and Xiaobai's screams came from the outer courtyard.
Pearl smiled triumphantly, picked up the small mahogany mirror, and put a small flower on her head that did not exist.
Qiao Wei walked in.
Pearl threw the mahogany mirror back to the ground, took off the non-existing little flowers on her head, and threw them into the corner.
Qiao Wei carried Zhu'er out as well.
A quarter of an hour later, Xiaobai and Zhuer stood side by side on the lower wall of the porch, thinking.
Pearl pursed her lips aggrievedly.
Xiaobai turned around, picked a small flower that didn't exist, and handed it to Zhuer's hand.
Zhu'er takes Xiao Huahua, catches a baby snake that doesn't exist, and puts it into Xiaobai's non-existing small basket.
The little beast held hands, and they have been good animal friends ever since.
There are too many confidential things in the house, and Qiao Wei is worried about asking the maid to clean them up.
Qiao Wei began to tidy up the mess on the floor, seeing the rouge and gouache all over the floor, it hurts to be a woman.
After tidying up these, she went to carry the basin again.
A book was soaked in the water basin, which was the roster found in the jar of Guardian Lian.
Qiao Wei closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
How did these two little things turn it out? !
Qiao Wei resisted the urge to rush out to repair the two beasts again, took out the booklet, and spread it on the shelf of the brazier.
I planned to dry it, but I don't know if it was Qiao Wei's illusion, there seemed to be no words in the booklet!
Qiao Wei rubbed her eyes, looked at the roster again, and found that the handwriting on the roster had indeed disappeared.
Qiao Wei flipped through several pages, some of which had already disappeared completely, and some were slowly disappearing.
"Eh? How did this happen?"
Just when Qiao Wei couldn't figure it out, something even more incredible happened.
On the middle page, where there was only white paper left, a shadow suddenly appeared little by little, and the shadow gradually spread on the paper, forming some strange lines.
When the textures come together, a weird mountain map emerges.
Qiao Wei's fingertips slid across the drawing one by one, and when she reached the hanging steps, she was stunned: "Isn't this the ladder of the Manghuang Mountains?"
Qiao Wei went to He Lanqing's room and gave the blueprint to He Lanqing.
He Lanqing took her precious daughter and several Xuanyi guards into the mountain range, and followed the place marked on the map to the bottom of the ladder.
"Looks like... the south?" Qiao Wei asked while looking at the map.
He Lanqing gestured to Xuan Yiwei.
Xuan Yiwei lined up on the south side, pulled out the dagger in his arms, and dug in the ground.
After digging one big hole after another, a Xuanyi guard shouted in surprise: "Dolma! There is something here!"
He Lan said, "Dig it out."
That Xuan Yiwei dug another foot, and dug out a pickle jar.
As expected of being a servant girl, so what if she lives in the Immortal Palace? She still thinks that the kimchi jar is the most reassuring place for her to hide something.
The guard in Xuanyi said: "Dolma, please step back, there may be traps."
"En." He Lanqing replied heavily, protecting Qiao Wei behind her.
Xuan Yiwei put on a protective helmet and covered his entire head, then he used a dagger to pry open the plastic jar.
Sure enough, a puff of black smoke came out, and caught off guard the face of that Xuanyi Wei.
Fortunately, he was prepared early, but even so, when he took off the helmet, his face was still burned by the poisonous smoke like a heat wave.
The reason is that the injury is not serious, and it can recover after applying ice.
Xuan Yiwei poured out the contents of the jar.
Discovering it was a brocade box, Xuan Yiwei didn't dare to be careless, so he asked his companion for a thinner dagger, and cut the wax on the box piece by piece.
When he finally opened the box and took out the "big white jade" inside, everyone was stunned.
I saw a chi tiger entrenched on the top of the "big white jade", and eight big characters were engraved neatly on the bottom of the "big white jade"-ordered by the sky, life will last forever.
Qiao Wei looked at her mother in surprise: "Ye Luo's Jade Seal... I found it."
…
At dawn, Qiao Wei took the jade seal to the Yinhu Island of the Holy Cult.
Ji Mingxiu and the Ghost King stayed on the island all night.
Ji Mingxiu looked in the direction of the palace, where his mother's body lay, but he couldn't bring her back.
The Ghost King ate jelly beans rattling.
After there is no ghost emperor to grab things with him, the ghosts have become happy and happy!
Listening to the rattling sound, Qiao Wei found the place where the two were: "Mingxiu, I found Yuxi! I can reveal the identities of Yun Qing and Yun Su!"
"How did you find it?" Ji Mingxiu asked.
"Do you still remember the roster? The map is on the booklet, and it will only appear when it is wet." Qiao Wei briefly explained to Ji Mingxiu the process of her search, "...I didn't expect her to be hidden under the ladder. , the ladder is also the road leading to Yunzhong City, but it is too dangerous, and there are few people walking, if she is buried near the waterway... "
"Ladder?" Ji Mingxiu murmured suddenly.
Qiao Wei looked at him puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Ji Mingxiu said thoughtfully: "There are also two roads to go to Yinhu Island, and there is more than one road to enter the palace..."
Speaking of this, Ji Mingxiu's eyes moved, and he walked towards the dungeon where the ghost emperor was once imprisoned.
The dungeons were criss-crossed, and the secret passages were connected one by one, but Ji Mingxiu still found the way to the bedroom without any mistakes.
But when he finally arrived at Zhaoming's bedroom, he was surprised to find that Zhaoming's jade coffin was no longer there!
who…
Who took away Zhaoming's jade coffin
"Oh, it's not good, it's not good, little Dolma!" As soon as the wupped boat docked, Zeng ran over panting, "I just... went to the dormitory of Master Yunsu to see how he is doing. , dead or not... and then..."
Qiao Wei looked at him fixedly: "Then what?"
Protector Zeng swallowed his dry throat and said, "He's gone!"
…
In the quiet courtyard, there is a cool breeze.
Gongsun Changli sat quietly in the gazebo and cooked a pot of tea. His delicate hand like a jade carving picked up the teapot and slowly poured a cup of hot tea.
He picked up the hot tea, but he didn't drink it himself, but handed it to the little guard beside him: "After drinking the tea, go back to Daliang."
The little guard took the tea and took a sip happily: "Okay! I'm going to pack my things!"
Gongsun Changli said: "Clean up your own."
The little guard was stunned: "Aren't you going?"
Gongsun Changli did not speak.
A snowflake floated down and landed lightly on his shoulders.
A maid came over with small steps and saluted Gongsun Changli: "Master."
Gongsun Changli stood up and opened the oil-paper umbrella.
The little guard stared at him blankly: "Go..."
Before he could finish his question, his body went limp and he collapsed on the cold floor.
This is not poison, but ordinary cartilage powder.
He fell to the ground, opened his eyes, and watched Gongsun Changli disappear from his sight step by step.
Gongsun Changli came to the gate holding an umbrella.
A luxurious carriage has been waiting for a long time.
A hand with well-defined bones protruded from the carriage, and a gentle but undeniable voice sounded through the bead curtain: "Chang Li, come up."
The snowflakes gathered and scattered, the carriage drove away, only an oiled paper umbrella painted with peach branches fell on the icy street and was blown back and forth by the cold wind.