C9

Everyone in the martial world knew that the Worryfree Grass poison was created by a strange man from the valley. It was extremely precious and its purpose was not to kill, but to control and torture.

This poison is vicious, once a day, when the poison, as if a knife twisted in the heart, pain not willing to live, must be taken daily on time, take a year before it can be cured.

However, only the person who made the poison had the antidote.

"It really is the Worry Grass." Zhao Yuqi clearly knew what this meant. Although this poison didn't die, it had no antidote. Every day, it would make one's mind hurt, and sooner or later, they would be tortured to death.

And now, he couldn't let her die.

"Then Imperial Physician Feng's meaning is, you have to find the person who made the poison in order to have the antidote?" Zhao Yuqi asked, having recovered her usual cold aura.

"Exactly." Finished speaking, Feng Ziyang sat down, wrote a prescription, and handed it to Zhang Zhengzhi.

This then cupped her hands towards Zhao Yuqi and said, "This is a formula to replenish blood energy. If this girl eats it, she might be able to recover some of her strength and ease some of the pain." This old man can only come to this point, I hope that Your Highness can forgive me. "

"Thank you. But Doctor Feng, what do you say when you go out? " Her half-closed phoenix eyes darkened. Zhao Yuqi threatened coldly.

Feng Ziyang's expression was still indifferent as he bowed and said, "Crown Prince's beloved concubine occasionally feels a chill, this old man is here to check her pulse."

Zhao Yuqi raised an eyebrow in satisfaction, "Zhang ZhengQuan, personally send Imperial Physician Feng back home, and also grab some medicine to bring back." He turned around and went back into the room.

Looking at the still unconscious Feng Feixuan, the probing in his eyes grew deeper. Who would have thought that the woman he had rescued on a whim would be so capable? Even the poison that was poisoned was so precious. This confirmed the worry in his heart. It seemed like she was of utmost importance.

He had to find out the origins of this ring, and he was going to get it for sure for this woman.

At this time, at the Broken Margin Mountain, at the North Peak Courtyard.

The bronze masked man stood with his back facing the mountain. His black robe fluttered in the wind, like a eagle overlooking the earth, like a deity descending from heaven.

A black clothed man appeared behind him and knelt on one knee. He handed over the paper slip in his hand that had not been opened, "Master, a messenger pigeon from the capital has arrived."

The bronze masked man received it, opening it, "What a great Zhao Yuqi." The ruthless metal voice was so cold that it made people shudder.

The man in black was stunned. He stood up, stepped forward and boldly asked, "Mistress, what is this?"

"Look for yourself." The bronze masked man raised his hand and quickly flew to the man in black.

On the paper, it was written: The person is in the Crown Prince's Palace.

The black clothed man's eyes turned cold as fury burned in his heart. He knelt on the ground, his voice sonorous with power. "Master, your subordinate pleads you, vowing to bring him back."

The bronze masked man didn't say anything. He coldly turned his body and pondered for a moment. Raising his hand, he firmly rejected, "There's no need. Currently, wanting to snatch someone away from him at Zhao Yuqi's hands, the sacrifice was too great. This sovereign does not wish to waste a single soldier on this matter. "

"Then is this girl going to let her off just like that?" The black-clothed man was puzzled, but more importantly, he was unwilling to accept this outcome.

"This sovereign has his own plans. Hurry back to the capital. No matter what you do, you must let Zhao Yuqi know the whereabouts of the Ghost Valley's child. " After the bronze masked man finished speaking, his only exposed pair of eyes were gloomy and terrifying, a cold light flickering in them.

Did this woman really think that she could escape from his grasp? Yes, ten years later, she died.

The crown prince's residence was brightly lit, and it was a peaceful night.

It wasn't until late into the night that the medicinal effects of Feng Feixuan's body receded, and she was unable to endure her thirst as she slowly woke up.

Opening his eyes, he saw a beautiful rosewood bed with purple leaves. An extremely devilish looking man had fallen asleep while leaning against the bed frame.

Feng Feixuan wanted to speak, but she discovered that her throat was dry and she was unable to make a sound. Every time she moved her body, it seemed as if it was torn to pieces and she did not have the slightest bit of strength. She was so thirsty that she forced herself to sit up and get out of bed.

"You're awake? Are you feeling better? " Sensing the commotion, Zhao Yuqi lazily opened her eyes. Her originally cold eyes were now filled with worry.

Seeing that she didn't respond and still calmly put on her shoes, Zhao Yuqi reached out her hand, wanting to hug her horizontally. "Where are you going? I'll hug you. "

Feng Feixuan opened her mouth, but was unable to say anything. She pushed away his pair of brazen hands and pointed at the teacup in front of them. She rolled her eyes at Zhao Yuqi. She was really thirsty. Could you not always be so intimate? Although you are very handsome, we aren't very familiar with each other.

"Lie down, I'll get someone to pour you water. Someone come! " Zhao Yuqi helped her lie down and roared mightily at the outside of the curtain. Following that were two rows of eunuchs and maids who were on night duty. They wore the same clothes and walked in side by side. The atmosphere was so grand that it would cause one to be ashamed.

Faint! This person was indeed of royal lineage. He was willing to give her a hug when he said he was free, but now he couldn't just take a few steps and pour himself a cup of water. Or rather, he was not aware of this, because pouring tea and pouring water was always done by the servants.

Having received Zhao Yuqi's instructions, the maidservant in the lead walked up to a cup of water and slowly walked over, feeding it to Feng Feixuan. After a long time, her throat was finally moist. She drank a cup, then asked for another, only then was she satisfied.

"Where is this?" How long have I been asleep? " Feng Feixuan looked at herself. She did not know when she had changed into a clean nightgown. It was fine silk, and her hands felt very comfortable. She glanced doubtfully at the stately bedroom. Her voice was finally audible, but her voice was still weak and husky.

She had to determine where she was and whether there was any danger.

Zhao Yuqi intimately brushed away the hair on her forehead, as if she was a loving husband, "We are in the capital, and this is my Crown Prince's Palace! You were asleep for a day and a night. "

Feng Feixuan coldly blocked his hand and said in a displeased tone, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't touch him, we aren't very familiar with each other. Besides, you said you're the crown prince? "What country is this?"

"Don't even remember which country? It looks like your head is severely injured, but why can't Imperial Physician Feng see that you were poisoned and that you had a head wound? " Zhao Yuqi doubtfully tapped her forehead.

Feng Feixuan was furious as she warned, "I already told you not to touch him, so don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you're the crown prince. I just don't remember. Get out, I need some peace and quiet. "

She hated the intimacy of others, especially a lecherous stranger. She had been forced to do so in the carriage, but now she could not bear it.

Moreover, as a soldier, she was always very cold. She did not like to interact and interact with others, and even more so would not easily yield or bow her head because she was not even afraid of death. There was nothing in this world that could threaten her.

Except for the bronze masked man … Every time she thought of this devil, she would feel a chill run down her spine. It was as if the terror was coming from the depths of her soul.