Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

"Xiao Yu'er, look at which palace servant goes out to buy goods. Take this and ask someone to buy all the above."

"Yes, girl." Xiao Yu'er accepted and walked out.

Rong Hua had been looking at the entrance of Longyang Palace, but when he heard footsteps coming, and they did not belong to Leng Yue, he turned his face away.

Xiao Yu'er didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment. She didn't even know that Miss Rong Hua was standing not far away. She grabbed the piece of paper given by Mu Qing in her hand and walked aside. She didn't care about this.

Understand, now, there is no other palace maid in Longyang Palace, so I can only go to Mo Han. Xiao Yu'er has become quite familiar with Mo Han in the past few days.

Rong Hua looked over and saw Xiao Yu'er. Although he didn't know his name, he still had an impression of the people around Zhong Siniang.

In the room, Leng Yue looked at Mu Qing: "As for Mo Han, Miss Mu Qing has something to do with Leng Yue? Could it be because of this?" Even though she asked, Leng Yue also knew that it was not because of writing these words.

Literal.

Mu Qing put away all the waste papers: "I heard that Leng Yue's poison is as powerful as his medical skills."

Leng Yue looked at her busy back but said nothing.

"I have something to do, and I want to borrow some of Leng Yue's poison for use." She didn't mince words and looked at him and spoke directly.

Looking at Bei Muqing's kind smile like a Bodhisattva, Leng Yue said, "This is the palace."

"So?" Bei Muqing raised an eyebrow, confused, what does this poison have to do with the palace?

"In this royal family, no matter what happens to anyone, it will not be a small matter."

When people understand how to chat with each other, there is no need to hide anything when saying something.

Beimu heard what he said and smiled: "Do you think I want these poisons to deal with the people in the palace?"

"A woman who competes for favor is completely irrational."

"Your husband, although he is very capable in terms of appearance and status to make women work for him or even die for him, but Leng Yue, you think too highly of me." She did not deny that he was attractive, but she did not.

That idle time.

However, don’t say anything too early or too harshly.

Leng Yue thought of her laziness and laughed: "Is the girl going to die immediately?"

"Of course not." The corners of her lips curled up: "I want something that will itch all over my body, and then, if possible, you can help me put something like cartilage powder or something in it."

"What do you mean?"

"If nothing else, I only want one effect, that is, even if the skin is broken by scratching, the itching will not be relieved unless the antidote is taken. However, it is best to make him lose his power." She squinted and smiled:

"God is kind enough to prevent him from committing suicide."

Leng Yue glanced at her. God has the virtue of good life, but obviously she does not. In such a situation, it would be easier to commit suicide if she couldn't bear it. She just makes people unable to live and unable to die!

"When will it be used?" Leng Yue would not refuse the master's instructions.

Beimu Qing thought for a while, even if the fatwa has not yet been ruled out, it would be soon: "The sooner, the better."

"I'll ask Mohan to bring it in for you."

"Thank you." Beimu Qing's tone of thanks didn't sound very sincere, but that was just because of inertia.

"You're welcome, I'm just following your instructions."

"He knows?" Bei Muqing was surprised.

"Anthracene." Leng Yue had turned around and walked outside, but she didn't hide it. Zhong Liye would know about it anyway.