klisemfg Chapter 359: The young apprentice succeeded in poisoning Feng Qiuyu, who was poisoned by mistake
Chapter 359: The young apprentice succeeded in poisoning Feng Qiuyu, who was poisoned by mistake
Chapter 359: The young disciple succeeded in poisoning Feng Qiuyu, who was poisoned by mistake
After a long time, Feng Qiuyu finally broke free from Sikong Changfeng's arms.
It wasn't because someone was disturbing her, but because her lungs were hot and her throat was itchy and painful, causing her to cough uncontrollably.
"Cough...cough..."
Seeing Feng Qiuyu's coughing becoming more and more rapid, Sikong Changfeng became anxious. He gently pulled Feng Qiuyu's wrist and placed two fingers on the pulse point...
"I caught a spring cold when I came here. I just asked the kitchen to prepare some fresh bamboo juice. If you drink a few cups later, you won't cough tomorrow."
Feng Qiuyu retracted his wrist, looked at Sikong Changfeng with affection in his eyes, and said with a smile:
"I didn't realize it a long time ago, but you've actually learned some real skills from the Medicine King Xin Baicao. Even if you don't achieve much in the future, opening a clinic will be enough to support your family!"
Sikong Changfeng scratched his head and muttered incoherently:
"It's easy to support you. At the very least, I can sell the herbs from the Medicine King Valley to make a living..."
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“A-choo… A-choo!!”
At the same time, in the Medicine King Valley thousands of miles away, Xin Baicao was busy soaking Wulingzhi with liquor. He had just sealed the earthenware jar containing the medicine with yellow mud when he felt his nose itchy and his ears hot, and he sneezed four or five times in a row!
Rubbing the tip of his nose, Xin Baicao said to himself with doubt in his heart:
"How could I have caught a cold in March, a warm spring? Could it be that someone is plotting against me again? Nothing will happen to this guy who is warming up the pot of wine..."
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Feng Qiuyu did not listen to Sikong Changfeng's words of "being a traitor". He just stood up and ran straight towards the Gentian spear leaning against the window frame.
"This isn't the Silver Moon Spear, but it looks sharper than your Silver Moon! Where's your Silver Moon? Did you pawn it because you ran out of money to eat?"
Sikong Changfeng stood up with his chest puffed out, walked up to Feng Qiuyu, held the gun in one hand and boasted:
"I gave the Silver Moon to Master Wen for safekeeping. This is a divine weapon of the Immortal Palace grade, and it was also given by him!"
Feng Qiuyu frowned and reached out to touch the cold spear barrel. "Immortal Palace Rank? He's really willing to give it up! Who exactly is this Young Master Wen? Why do I keep hearing his name in Baihua Tower these days? Whether it's peddlers or the nobles of Tianqi City, they all call him a traitor and a rebel..."
"Sikong Changfeng, you're not going to join him in the rebellion, are you? If so, you must take me with you. Rebellion is the most fun!"
Sikong Changfeng suddenly felt a headache. He didn't expect that this seemingly delicate and beautiful girl in front of him was also keen on making trouble. He put the Dragon Gallbladder Spear back in place, pulled Feng Qiuyu to sit at the table and said:
"Once we have enough money and food, you will follow me all the way back to Snow Moon City!"
"I'll pick an auspicious date and invite everyone in Xueyue City to our wedding banquet. From now on, you can just be the wife of the Third Lord of Xueyue City!"
"We won't get involved in something as risky as a rebellion!"
When Feng Qiuyu heard the words "drinking at a wedding", her face immediately turned red. She punched Sikong Changfeng lightly and turned away.
"Idiot, who wants to marry you!"
The beauty's shyness was a rare beauty in the world. Sikong Changfeng was intoxicated at the mere sight of her. He gently embraced Feng Qiuyu and said softly:
"It's not that you have to marry me, it's that I have to fulfill my original promise and protect you with my whole life!"
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Qianjintaiwai
As the time approached, more and more people gathered in front of Qianjintai. Fortunately, Tu Zao had instructed the shop assistants to set up chairs and awnings outside the house the day before. However, among the visitors were many high-ranking officials of the court and royal relatives. Seeing this scene, Tu Zao felt dizzy and at a loss for a moment.
At this moment, a servant squeezed past him and said hurriedly, bowing his body:
"Sir, a large group of important figures from the city have arrived! Officials from the Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Works have all arrived, and they're clamoring to see the Immortal Lord in our store!"
"There are also several eunuchs in the palace who said they were ordered by the Grand Eunuch Zhuoqing to offer treasures in exchange for the Immortal Lord's longevity elixir. We have no say in this!"
"Master, what should we do? Please give me some advice..."
The beads of sweat on Tu Zao's head had long since turned into lines, and changing two cotton handkerchiefs was of no use.
Seeing that the boy was so close to him, he disregarded his dignity and pulled the boy's clothes to wipe his shiny head.
“Master!”
The servant was startled. Tu Zao threw down his clothes and ordered:
"Wang Wu and Zhao Lu, the two of you lead the two hall officials and the eunuchs from the palace in first, set up seats and serve tea. Be sure to treat them well. I will go and invite the Immortal Lord!"
The servant replied, "All right," and immediately went to serve the visitor. Tu Zao shook the sweat off his hands, turned around and rushed into Qianjintai, heading straight for the third floor.
At this moment, the young apprentice who fetched water from the kitchen also came back with a jar of mountain spring water and handed it to Zheng Ma who was making tea.
Zheng Ma had already prepared a few pieces of fresh bamboo and was roasting them over the fire. When Shanquan Shui returned, she immediately took it.
"Wow!"
A full jar of spring water was poured into the casserole. What Zheng Ma didn't notice was that there was some bright red foam floating in the water. As the temperature of the casserole rose, it slowly dissolved in the water and disappeared.
Half a quarter of an hour later, a small bowl of fresh bamboo juice had been collected.
According to Sikong Changfeng's request, Zheng Ma put herbs such as Houttuynia cordata, Pinellia ternata, loquat leaves, etc. into the casserole in turn, and slowly simmered them with the bowl of fresh bamboo juice over low heat.
The lid of the casserole was making a creaking sound due to the boiling steam. Zheng Ma counted one hundred and twenty in her mind, then immediately picked up a wet rag and poured the medicine in the casserole into a teacup.
The medicinal liquid exuded the fragrance of bamboo and herbs. Zheng Ma carefully covered the cup, placed it on a wooden tray, and took it out.
She didn't notice that the young apprentice who was peeling water chestnuts in front of the stove on the other side was always glancing at her vaguely, and he didn't look away until Zheng Ma left with the cup of medicine.
"Tuk tuk tuk..."
There was a gentle knock on Sikong Changfeng's door. He was chatting with Feng Qiuyu about the interesting things that had happened recently.
Hearing the knock on the door, Sikong Changfeng immediately put away his smile, walked to the door with a serious face and asked:
"What's the matter?"
Zheng Ma lowered her head and dared not utter a word, her tone was extremely respectful:
"My Lord, I have already prepared the fresh bamboo juice you requested. Please enjoy it slowly."
Sikong Changfeng responded, "Thank you. Put it on the candlestick at the door!"
Upon hearing the sound, Zheng Ma quickly and carefully put away the teacup and tray, then turned and went downstairs.
Hearing the footsteps fade away, Sikong Changfeng quickly opened the door and brought in the medicine.
Feng Qiuyu sneered, "Why are you so sneaky and afraid of being seen when you take something? You're not a thief!"
Sikong Changfeng put down the teacup, opened the lid, and gently blew away the hot air floating on it with his mouth.
"We are all pretending to be immortals, only seeking wealth, not fighting. If we really wanted to rob, it wouldn't be difficult. However, except for Young Master Wen, the four of us are not strong enough to roam freely in Tianqi City!"
Feng Qiuyu didn't ask any more questions and waited obediently for Sikong Changfeng to feed her medicine.
After a while, Feng Qiuyu had swallowed a cup of medicine, and he only felt that his throat was much refreshed. However, less than half a minute later, he felt an extremely severe pain in the dantian below his waist and abdomen, as if he was being pierced by thousands of needles!
"Uh……!"
Feng Qiuyu groaned in pain. Sikong Changfeng saw that his beloved's face was full of pain. Just as he was about to ask what happened, Feng Qiuyu vomited a mouthful of blood!
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