Wen Qingzhu opened his eyes instantly and looked at the top of the tent. The first reaction in his heart was: Why has the poison in his body changed
The smell of medicine that permeates the whole body is not the smell of Medicine God Valley.
Wen Qingzhu turned his head and glanced at them quickly, wanting more.
But when she moved, she found that her body seemed to be falling apart and she couldn't move at all.
The third grandma turned around and met Wen Qingzhu's wary eyes.
"Who are you?" Wen Qingzhu looked at the third grandma, then at Xi'er and Wu Mian, "Who are you?"
Xi'er was startled, then threw herself in front of the bed, pointed at herself and said, "I am Xi'er! Why doesn't Madam recognize me?"
"Xi'er?" Wen Qingzhu suddenly opened his eyes wide, "You're not—"
do you died!
wrong!
Wen Qingzhu's head began to hurt violently. She held her head tightly, her face looking extremely painful.
Various images kept flashing through my mind.
One moment Fu'er died in Jiang Yuancheng's hands, and the next moment Fu Lie died in front of her.
For a while she was married to Fu Lie.
Vomiting out a mouthful of dirty blood, the third grandmother stepped forward and knocked Wen Qingzhu unconscious.
"Madam's forgetfulness poison has taken effect."
"What!" Xi'er opened her eyes wide.
When he woke up again, Wen Qingzhu found that his hand was being held by someone.
Before I opened my eyes, I heard an anxious voice: "Sister! Are you awake?"
As soon as he opened his eyes, Wen Qingzhu looked at him for a long time.
Jiang Yuanhan felt cold. Could it be that his sister had forgotten him again
"Yuanhan, why are you here?" Wen Qingzhu frowned.
Why is Jiang Yuanhan here? Shouldn't he be in the palace
"Well, I will always be by my sister's side." Jiang Yuanhan sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand tighter.
At this moment, Zhang Ke came in.
Wen Qingzhu immediately stared at him, and Zhang Ke cupped his hands: "Mrs. Fu, His Royal Highness Prince Rui, Runan—"
"Wait! What did you call me?" Wen Qingzhu raised his hand and interrupted Zhang Ke.
Zhang Ke had just arrived and was not quite sure what was going on here.
Jiang Yuanhan rushed to explain: "You married Ping Guohou, and now you are Ping Guohou's wife."
"Who is Ping Guohou? How could I marry him!" Wen Qingzhu wanted to think about it carefully, but she found that her head began to hurt like it was exploding.
Jiang Yuanhan helped Wen Qingzhu rest, told Xi'er to take care of his sister, and took Zhang Ke out.
After they left, Wen Qingzhu raised his hand and asked Xi'er to come over.
"If you have any questions, ma'am, just ask."
Wen Qingzhu looked at her and said, "Where is Fu Lie now?"
"Next door." Xi'er pointed in the direction next to her.
Wen Qingzhu suddenly sat up: "He's next door! I want to go see him!"
"Madam! You need to take good care of yourself first, otherwise the Marquis will be worried." Xi'er quickly held her down.
Wen Qingzhu was confused for a moment and no longer forced himself to think about anything.
But she discovered that there was something wrong with her memory line.
She clearly remembered that Xi'er was dead, but now she was still alive.
Also, when Xi'er said Lord Hou just now, she was referring to Fu Lie.
After a long silence, Wen Qingzhu asked Xi'er: "I have forgotten many things, please tell me."
Xi'er nodded and briefly talked about the previous things.
When it came to what happened after arriving in Cangzhou, she talked about it in detail.
"Witch clan..." Wen Qingzhu suddenly felt a surge of very complicated emotions in his heart.
In the next few days, Wen Qingzhu's condition got better and better, and his skin had completely grown out.
Xi'er excitedly came over with a mirror: "Madam, look, you are as beautiful as before!"
Wen Qingzhu held the mirror and saw himself in his eyes.
Suddenly a dream came to mind.
Before she woke up, when the light went out, the 'self' on the opposite side said the last words: "Protect Fu Lie, he is..."
My head started to buzz again.
Wen Qingzhu could only give up, thinking that Fu Lie was very powerful now and should be fine.
That afternoon, Jiang Yuanhan visited her and left.
Wen Qingzhu called Xi'er: "Master Hou, why haven't you seen him here these days?"
"Master Hou—" Xi'er was halfway through her words when she suddenly remembered Jiang Yuanhan's instructions.
It's best not to let Wen Qingzhu worry about these things outside.
"There are still many things that have not been dealt with in Cangzhou. He needs to deal with them before he can come to see Madam." Xi'er changed her explanation.
Wen Qingzhu smiled and closed his eyes.
Xi'er is lying.
At night, Wen Qingzhu suddenly woke up.
Just when she was about to call someone, someone tapped her acupuncture points.
A familiar voice appeared next to him: "Madam, you must protect the Witch Clan."
This sound was like a magic sound, reaching her ears with a strange melody.
Wen Qingzhu wanted to cover his ears and didn't want to listen to her, but she continued: "Prince Rui is your enemy, and Fu Lie is also your enemy."
No! Not Fu Lie!
A stronger voice deep inside overshadowed the original voice.
You have to protect Fu Lie! Anyone who hurts Fu Lie will die a good death!
…
Xi'er's cry reached his ears, and Wen Qingzhu suddenly opened his eyes.
"Madam!" Xi'er stopped crying immediately.
Wen Qingzhu sat up, glanced around the room, and looked at Xi'er: "Where's Fu Lie?"
"The Marquis is not here, he went -"
"Take me to him! Now!"
Xi'er panicked and quickly helped Wen Qingzhu change her clothes and took her out.
But as soon as they arrived at the gate of the courtyard, Jiang Yuanhan appeared in front of them.
"Sister! Are you completely fine?"
When Jiang Yuanhan tried to grab his hand, Wen Qingzhu deftly avoided it.
She doesn't know anyone here, she only remembers Fu Lie, and she must find Fu Lie.
"Sister..." Jiang Yuanhan's hand hung in the air.
Looking at Wen Qingzhu's strange and wary eyes, Jiang Yuanhan felt like he was about to stop breathing!
He tried to explain: "I am Yuanhan, don't you remember me?"
Wen Qingzhu squinted his eyes. The name seemed familiar, but familiarity does not necessarily mean he is not an enemy.
Before Jiang Yuanhan spoke again, Wen Qingzhu asked, "Where is Fu Lie?"
Jiang Yuanhan looked at Xi'er next to her, and she quickly waved her hand to explain: "Your Highness! I didn't say anything!"
"Sister, the Marquis is not here now, I will first—"
A dagger suddenly appeared in Wen Qingzhu's sleeve, pointing at Jiang Yuanhan's neck: "Take me to Fu Lie!"
After a long moment of silence, Jiang Yuanhan finally understood and nodded.
After going out, the two got into the carriage.
Wen Qingzhu sat on the carriage, always on guard against Jiang Yuanhan, including Xi'er beside him.
"Sister, do you remember nothing?"
Wen Qingzhu's expression was serious, but he did not reply to his words.
She indeed didn't remember anything, only that he had to find Fu Lie.
"Sister, if you don't say anything, I don't know how to help you. The Marquis is in a bad situation right now, and the Wu clan doesn't trust him."
Wen Qingzhu looked at him intently and said in a cold tone: "I only remember Fu Lie. I have to make sure he is safe."
Hearing this, Jiang Yuanhan's heart paled, but he still kept a smile on his face: "Okay, as long as it is what sister wants to do, I will support you."
After leaving Cangzhou City, they came to the entrance of Yuhua Town.
After the carriage stopped, Jiang Yuanhan opened the curtain and reached out to support Wen Qingzhu.
But she avoided his hand and got out of the car.
The weather is very good today, but Yuhua Town is shrouded in a white mist, and the roofs of the houses are hidden in it, rising and falling.
From the street in front, the sound of barking dogs occasionally came.
Wen Qingzhu took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and touched the white mist, which brought with it a refreshing coldness.
"It's the poisonous barrier of the Witch Clan."
Jiang Yuanhan walked up behind her and explained: "Well, the Marquis went in the day before yesterday. According to my opinion, all the Wu clan members should die, but the Marquis did not agree, so this gave them an opportunity."
"Why should you die?" Wen Qingzhu looked sideways at the people around him.
Jiang Yuanhan laughed innocently: "They almost killed my sister and the Marquis, shouldn't they die?"
"Should."
Wen Qingzhu only said one word.
Jiang Yuanhan turned his gaze and looked at the white mist in front of him and said: "Master Fu is still in Yuhua Town. The Marquis had to go in. I also wanted to save him, but all the people I sent ten times failed to return. .”
"Then I'll go." Wen Qingzhu walked directly inside.
Jiang Yuanhan stepped forward and stopped her: "Sister, you can't go in!"
"It's okay, the poison barrier here can't hurt me." Wen Qingzhu passed by and found that Jiang Yuanhan cared about her.
Jiang Yuanhan still insisted: "No!"
Wen Qingzhu thought for a while: "Then help me."
"Yeah." Jiang Yuanhan nodded.
"Bring a bowl." Wen Qingzhu ordered, and Xi'er immediately brought it over.
Wen Qingzhu took out the dagger from before and stretched out his hand. When he was about to use the knife, Jiang Yuanhan stopped her: "Sister! Please explain first."
"There is poison in my blood that is more powerful than this poison barrier, and it also has a fatal attraction to the living creatures inside. They will come back."
Jiang Yuanhan hesitated for a moment, then agreed.
He also thought about a way for several days, but he couldn't get in.
After the blood was drained, before Wen Qingzhu let anyone bring the bowl in, there was a big movement inside.
"Really impatient."
Wen Qingzhu curled his lips, placed the bowl on the skateboard, and asked Xi'er to slowly push the skateboard in.
At the end of the skateboard is a rope.
After the rope was straightened, the skateboard stopped.
Everyone waited patiently, and not long after, the sound of licking blood could be heard on the quiet bluestone road.
Soon a group of things were approaching quickly and started fighting over each other.
The fighting sounds of 'Ahhh' came continuously, and soon the sound of breaking bowls came.
Wen Qingzhu immediately ordered: "Pull back the rope!"
The slamming skateboard began to pull back, and some vague shadows appeared in the fog.
But just when they were about to see clearly, those shadows immediately retreated.
When the skateboard came back, it had messy marks on it.
Wen Qingzhu squatted down and examined it carefully. There was a relatively clear mark on the edge of the skateboard.
"This impression looks like..."
She took out her hand, followed the direction of the mark, and hung on the edge, basically meeting it.
"It's a human handprint!"
Jiang Yuanhan told Wen Qingzhu's inference and helped her up.
Wen Qingzhu looked up into the white mist: "Those things are not human. How can people be so crazy about blood?"
"What do you know about sister?"
"Well, there is a legend among the Witch Clan that the first Witch King had a group of immortal soldiers who could not see the sun all year round and could only move at night.
Later, in order to allow these immortal soldiers to move during the day, the Wu tribe created a white mist that could block sunlight and contained toxins that ordinary people would not dare to approach. "