Chapter 55 The Secret of the Beggar Who Risked Their Death to Save!

Shen Qi hugged his arms and sneered, "What can't you say here?"

I looked out of the window and said, "It's miscellaneous outside. I don't want to save your grandfather's prescription for Ning or Qin. It's up to you whether you come or not~

This time, Shen Qi couldn't laugh, so he had to hum and came to the bed very unnaturally, "You can say it!"

The figure outside the window shook, and the momentum had been pasted outside the window. I couldn't. I had to pull the rope curtain that hooked the bed curtain and wrapped it around Shen Qi's neck while he was unprepared to bring people into the bed. The thick bed curtain made the outside clean. If the sound in the bed is not loud, it can't be transmitted. Measure the miscellaneous outside. I was afraid of Shen Qi, but I still didn't dare to enter the house. I was finally relieved.

Shen Qihan opened his face and quickly got up. He straightened his spine and was about to walk out of the bed. I was powerless to call him, so I had to call urgently, "Don't you want to save your master?"

Really, Shen Qi stopped moving and looked over suspiciously, with a clear face of disbelief.

Despite this, he still sat back according to his words and sat loosely against the wall. Seeing this, I couldn't help laughing and couldn't help joking, "I'm not a tiger. Can I eat you?" Why are you so nervous?"

Shen Qi snorted and said, "As long as I get out of this thick account, I will be punished. Since you said that there is a prescription to untie the poison on my body, why don't I try to be punished and stay to listen?"

"Cough..." I couldn't help itching in my throat. I secretly pressed myself. The qi and blood turned so much that my cheeks were red and my face was cold. Then I breathed. Then I said lightly, "The empress dowager has now imprisoned the emperor and took the emperor to make the princes. There are not many capable people under her. You are starting to deal with it, right? I also said that why don't you distract the Empress Dowager's miscellaneous eyeliner recently but have time to fool around in front of me? Isn't his dark guards being wiped out by those bastards except you?

Shen Qi's face turned around and retorted an uneasly, "What nonsense?! Can those miscellaneous fish get close to the dark guards around him? Joke! But the Empress Dowager chased you into the clouds and immediately divided her hands to ambush Ning Bufan... Humph, how could she not be afraid? I'm afraid that the only thing in the world can frighten her is Ning Bofan. If she hadn't left Ningbufan and that child first, and coveted the glorious and powerful to enter the palace to be a concubine, it would not have been the current situation..."

What does Ning Fan have to do with Qin Xiang? Looking at Shen Qi's non-stop mouth, I couldn't laugh or cry. The mystery became deeper and more complicated. I thought it was just the struggle between Ning Wenshuang and Zhuo Qingyun and Qin Xiang. I didn't expect that there was a master behind the scenes that I had always admired, that is, Ningbufan. , why is Ning Yunsu, the daughter of Ning Bfan, so similar to me? Is it really related to Qin Xiang?

"Well..." A sourness was forcibly suppressed again. I lay forward cold all over and was falling into Shen Qi's arms. I was afraid that he would push me away again. I would pull his clothes and pull down his high and stinky head. I said with difficulty, "Chuanwu, Fu Mingzi... cicada molt, Fufeng, three money each ...And got to find a rare Qingchuan snow lotus on the cliff of life and death... Boil it on low heat for two hours, and fry four bowls of water into a bowl to take... But, it can solve Shen... Poison..."

"Hey?! Hello! What's wrong with you?!"

The hand holding Shen Qi's clothes suddenly fell on the edge of the bed. I looked at the gauze tent above my head gradually falling down, and there was Shen Qi's fly-like noise in my ear... It was really noisy...

"You crazy woman! Why don't you detoxify yourself if you can make an antidote?! Damn it..."

As soon as I opened my eyes, a soft pillow was thrown over and fell straight in front of the bed. Looking at it again, Shen Qi grabbed the fan in front of the small medicine house like a little daughter-in-law full of resentment and fanned the flame to boil medicine. From time to time, he swept the terrible sight with a black face. My nose Sniff, it's really the antidote I said, but I don't know where Shen Qi found the rare Qingchuan snow lotus?

Although the cliff of life and death is on the boundary of Jiuyuan, and it has only been a few days in the past, the cliff of life and death is snowy and steep as a wall all year round. Qingchuan snow lotus is difficult to bloom. Because of those who have gambled their lives to climb down the cliff to pick, die, the disabled, and a large number of people who have lost many lives have not been picked up. Now It is said that the cliff of life and death has never seen the Qingchuan snow lotus appear again...

I subconsciously reached out to get the tea bowl at the head of the bed. Unexpectedly, I touched it a few times, but it was empty. I couldn't help but stand up and take a closer look. The bed is very strange, and the decorations in the room are also strange... Isn't this the Juyinlou Inn where I have been living?!

When Shen Qi heard the movement, he suddenly stopped and slowly raised his head from the medicine. His eyes were fixed. After a long time, he muttered, "Ancestor, is your aunt awake? I'll drink all the medicine later..." After saying that, he subconsciously looked at the window.

I didn't pay much attention. As soon as I heard the word antidote, I was sad. "Qingchuan Xuelian is rare. You send him this medicine. My poison... It doesn't matter if you don't understand..."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt the shadow shaking at the window, and an instant a tall figure covered the light behind me. I took the opportunity to look at the window and my heart exploded: When did he stand by the window?!

The next second, when his sleeve robe was raised, Shen Qi's painstakingly boiled medicine pot was overturned by him. Shen Qi was also hit by the wall by the palm wind. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, and the bright red of the corners of his mouth could not stop.

"You don't understand... OK, that's good! The doctor of the hospital said that Qingchuan snow lotus can't be boiled for a second time. There is no second snow lotus on the cliff of life and death, and the last one in the museum was also destroyed by me! Don't you want to get the poison on your body? If you have the ability, don't ask me to look for Xuelian..." He suddenly covered his chest with a painful look, and his voice was interrupted by a violent cough, and a dark blood color clearly oozed from the fingers covering his mouth.

I raised my eyes in a frenzy way. In view, it was a pale and gray thin and handsome face. My cheeks were almost sunken, reflecting bloodless lips, and I coughed tiredly in front of the bed, which was very beautiful.

Seeing this, Shen Qi was so anxious that he staggered up and ran out to shout.

I looked away indifferently, but the hand hidden in my sleeve clenched with his violent coughing village, looking at the dark blue lotus remnants on the ground and getting out of bed numbly...

A strong wind behind me rushed to grab my wrist, but because of a strong cough, even I could easily avoid it. Instead, I grabbed his hand and shook it aside. Immediately, there was a muffled sound behind me, as if there was a heavy object mixed with a suppressed stuffy cough and fell straight on the carpet floor.

I resisted the impulse to turn around and walked out, but unexpectedly met Shen Qi, who was pulling the doctor back. Shen Qi motioned the doctor to go in, turned around and looked up and down indifferently at me who was already standing outside the door, and threw down a blockbuster with no expression on his face*:

"That snow lotus... was the master who endured the frequent poison on his body and rushed to the cliff of life and death to pick it for you that night! You don't know anything after being in a coma for ten days and ten nights.

With a "bang", the carved wooden door ruthlessly closed me out of the door, isolated everything inside, isolated me, and him... Well, isn't this the result I want?

I tightened my face and left this strange courtyard step by step.

Maybe Shen Qi ordered that a little man appeared on the corner and led me to turn left and right out of the house and smoothly returned to the Juyinlou Inn. I don't know when the little man left, but I can be sure that Shen Qi, who is now watching me, stayed with Shen Jingheng and arranged the dark guards around me. I was also transferred away by Qin Xiang's miscellaneous things, otherwise Shen Jingheng would not have taken me to that house... Unexpectedly, he would be forced to be understaffed one day.

Thinking of the mahogany sword hanging on the branch not long ago, I hurriedly changed my clothes, quietly avoided the eyeliner of the silver building from the back door and went to the street.

I followed quietly again. Maybe I didn't figure out that the dark guards around me had left and was afraid, but conservatively followed me. I pulled up my cloak and covered most of my face. When I passed a group of beggars on the corner of the street, I accidentally swept the ragged beggars who were scratching with rust to the corners. What is the knife carving on a useless chopstick? Take a closer look... It turned out to be a mahogany sword!

At present, I secretly looked at the situation, walked to the group of beggars who sat or stood without a trace, and pretended to throw some copper money. The beggars rushed up to coax the copper money on the ground. I quickly stuffed the paper I had just prepared into the money bag and threw it in the chaos, and the money bag wiped away. The knees of the beggars were falling at the feet of the sword beggars, and the gold pimples inside were rolled out a few pieces by this collision. They lay on the ground horizontally, but the beggar next to him did not notice this side.

The sword beggar stopped dullly and glanced at the golden pimple that rolled to his feet. His turbid eyes flashed a trace of clarity and essence in an instant. He quietly put the purse that rolled in front of him into his torn collar and continued to engrave the wooden chopsticks in his hand in a daze.

I noticed that the debris behind me seemed to realize that the dark guards around me were not there. Gradually approached me. I didn't dare to stay any longer, and I didn't dare to hope to get rid of it. I had to whisper to the young men who got the copper money to trip the debris behind me and hurriedly left the alley.

The knife beggar raised his turbid eyes at this time and stared at the direction in which the woman left thoughtfully.

The sun was poisonous, and finally subdued. I finally shook off the annoying tails behind me. I struggled to the suburbs. The mountain wind was so strong that my cheeks hurt, and the discomfort on my body has been destroying my will... If possible, it's really good. I want to fall asleep directly... but not yet!

The woods in front of me are staggered, and there are no more people walking all the way. If I hadn't avoided those inquirings on the street, I would have really doubted whether I would have turned back and stopped looking for them at this moment.

Suddenly, the eaves that turned over in the corner not far away finally lived up to my bitter support. I held the old tree beside me and took a breath and staggered over with a deep foot. The clear pavilion gradually appeared in front of me and appeared together, and the figure was still unruly.

The man sitting crooked on the pavilion steps boldly held a wine gourd and poured a mouthful of spirits, dressed in ragged clothes, just like the beggar with a sword.

The big stone put down a little in my heart, and I smiled, "Why, my old friend for so many years, I haven't seen him for a few years, and my eyes and ears don't work well?"

The beggar suddenly threw the dirty wine gourd casually, and the gourd rolled aside. The beggar seemed to raise his hand casually. The next moment, a * hung in his palm. Unlike the ragged ragged clothes, the * handsome facial features stood upright, and there was a sharp depth in the white. The amber pupils, especially those amber pupils, seem to pierce everything, but find a little cruel shadow in the raised eyes.