Princess Sets Poison Again

Nanfeng Qi looked at Murongyu in surprise, a gleam of light flashed in her lilac eyes.

Murong Yu also glanced at Nanfeng Qi quietly.

His eyes couldn't fool people, he liked him.

Murong Yan looked sourly at the high priest. Does he like this person too?

"I don't have a palace person there. I think he's not bad. You might as well give him to me." Nan Fengqi looked at Murong Yu as if he was very interested.

Murong frowned, looking unhappyly at Nanfeng Qi.

He can be a flower slave for him, but why should he be his palace man?

The high priest raised his eyebrows, and looked at Murong Min with a joke. "He is mine. You can choose other slaves."

After hearing the phrase "He is mine," Murong Yu's eyes softened.

Seeing that he seemed very interested in Murong Ye, Nan Fengqi felt a sense of crisis.

He gathered his mind and turned to Bai Tingxuan. "Then I pick this."

The high priest frowned and glanced at Nanfeng Qi dissatisfied. "He is not my flower slave."

Nanfeng Qi sighed, "Can't you let me send people back? Lord Bai Gu, they have been waiting outside the palace."

"He rescued me, my man. Where is he going?"

The high priest held the soup medicine slowly, without any intention to send people away.

Nanfeng Qi shook his head helplessly, there was nothing he could do with him.

"Why did you stay with him?" Murong Yue looked at the high priest strangely.

The high priest smiled, "Why, even you want me to let go?"

Murong stumbled and said, "You haven't caught him, you can't talk about letting people go. I just don't understand why you didn't let him go home since you saved him?"

I didn't expect Murong to answer this. The high priest was a little more happy, and he rarely explained: "His family can't protect him, and I can protect him."

Mu Rongzheng was a second again, and then smiled slightly.

Whether he has amnesia or not, he is still so kind.

In fact, Bai Tingxuan had already guessed the purpose of leaving him, and was a little moved.

Looking at the eyes of Murong Yu looking at the high priest, Nanfeng Qi was really annoying.

"What's your name? Why did you come to Wuji Palace as a flower slave?"

Nan Fengqi looked at Murong Ye, although he still had a mild tone, but he felt questioning.

Nan Fengqi looked at Murong Yu unhappy, and Murong Yu also looked at him unhappy.

"Murong Rong, I'm not coming to be a flower slave in Wuji Palace, I'm just coming to be a flower slave to him." Murong Rong looked directly at Nan Fengqi, and was very provocative.

Feeling the fire in their eyes, the high priest looked at the theater with a look on his face.

"The palace priest, the high priest, it's not good, the people of Sheng Xuanzong came in." As the two of them were struggling, the palace men hurried in.

"I'll go and see." Nan Fengqi glanced at the high priest and hurried out.

The high priest was not in a hurry, and did not mean to go out at all.

"Come on, plant flowers."

The high priest lifted up Murong Yao and led him to the small flower room where he was breeding.

Murong's eyes warmed, and he held him back.

But the high priest was dissatisfied and backhanded again.

Helpless, Murong looked at him pettiously and let him hold him.

At the gate of the Promise Palace, several black men in the clothes of Saint Xuanzong have been trying to rush into the Promise Palace.

"I'm from Saint Xuanzong!"

Bai Tan and Mo Beichen ran over the stone forest in front and joined the battle.

When Nanfeng Qi came out, they were surprised when they saw the beaver.

When scanning the disciples of Sheng Xuanzong opposite, Nan Fengqi sighed unpleasantly, "Give it to the master of this palace!"

The disciples of Wuji Palace rushed towards those in black.

People in black suddenly sprayed poison on disciples at the Promise Palace and ran away quickly.

"what!"

The disciples of the Promise Palace lay down instantly, and howled in pain.

When the **** and the blue pheasant saw this, they immediately inspected their veins.

"They hit Xiaoyaosan." After exploring the pulse, Beaver frowned.

Lan Yanyu also said solemnly, "The people of Saint Xuanzong are really despicable."

When I heard it was Xiaoyao San, Nan Fengqi's face was not good.

Looking at the mourning disciples on the ground, Nanfeng Qi arched to the two and said, "I wonder if the Lord Bai Gu and Lan Shenyi would solve this problem?"

The **** nodded and said calmly, "The palace master is assured that Xiaoyao is not difficult to solve, it just takes some time."

Nanfeng Qi frowned. "How long will it take?"

"The fastest is three or five days."

Nan Fengqi was silent for a moment and said, "Can you ask Bai Guzhu and Lan Shenyi to heal them?"

The **** arched his hand. "It is incumbent."

"Help them all in."

Nan Fengqi instructed the disciples to help poisoned disciples into the Promise Palace.

He personally invited the beavers to go in.

After the beavers entered the Promise Palace, they began to heal the disciples of the Promise Palace.

The **** is responsible for giving them needles to relieve pain and control the spread of toxins.

Lan Yuyu is responsible for writing prescriptions and helping them find medicine.

After being busy for a few hours, the illness of those poisoned disciples was brought under control.

Seeing that it wasn't early, Nanfeng Qi led them to the Hall of Windlessness. "Some will stay here temporarily. What's missing is something, although it is added to the palace people."

The **** smiled and smiled toward the south wind. "There is a master of labor."

Nanfeng Qi smiled at them gently, "Although several of them are noble guests, please do not go to the Xingluo Temple where the high priest lives, there are many formations and institutions. However, if you are in trouble, you can let the palace people find I."

"Okay." Bai Tan's eyes flickered slightly, and he responded with a smile.

"Some take a rest earlier, and have been tired all day."

Nan Fengqi said, leading the palace people directly.

Lan Yanyu looked around the large windless hall of Xiayu, and narrowed her eyes at the **** with a smile. "You are still smart, you can think of this method."

Randomly sent several dark guards to pretend to be Saint Xuanzong disciples, and not only entered the Promise Palace, but also caused the Promise Palace and the Emperor Xuanzong to resent themselves.

The **** stared at Lan Yuyu, and whispered, "Speak less."

Lan Yanyu immediately realized what, and looked around vigilantly.

"Go into the room and talk."

Mo Beichen looked at the eyes in the dark and frowned.

After several people entered the room, Lan Yuyu dared to speak. "This Nanfeng Qi even sent someone to monitor us, which is too old-fashioned and cunning."

The Beaver sneered, "If you hang around in this arena, if you are like an idiot, this Promise Palace would have been destroyed."

Lan Yanyu froze for a moment, frowning, "What shall we do now?"

The **** raised his eyebrows. "Go to Murong Yan at night."

See if there is a chance to save her dad back.

Xingluo Temple.

"The high priest of Kailuan, the lord of the palace left the blue **** doctor and the lord of the valley." A palace man came to report.

The high priest sent the palace man expressionlessly.

He turned around and twitched Murong's chin. "They are glad you left?"

Murong Yu didn't speak, took down his hand, and took out the papa to gently wipe the mud on his hand.