C27 No27 Facial Fear

Yu Xiyuan returned to her own room and took out the medicinal capsule. She chanted a few words and saw that the medicinal capsule had opened.

This medicinal capsule is only a tiny bit and can be covered with one hand. The amount of spirit medicine that Yu Xiyuan wants is not much for her Illusory Moon Pavilion, but she can't let go of such a small thing.

Yu Xinrann stood at the side and watched as Yu Xiyuan took out medicine from the medicinal capsule that was much bigger than the medicinal capsule's own medicine. She asked: "Sister, what is this thing, it's so good at pretending!"

Yu Xiyuan smirked and explained, "This is called a medicinal capsule. There is a small space inside that can store spirit medicine."

Yu Xinrann was enlightened.

Naturally, she knew that there were medicinal capsule s, brocades and the like. These were all spatial items refined by blacksmiths, and each of them had a small space in them that could store anything.

Available... She had only heard of this thing before, but had never seen it before.

After Yu Xiyuan took out all the spiritual medicines from inside, she pushed the medicinal capsule beside Yu Xinrann — —

"This medicinal capsule has yet to recognize its master. Xingran, drip a drop of blood and it will be yours."

Yu Xinrann looked at Yu Xiyuan in surprise. There wasn't the slightest hint of a joke on her face. Yu Xinrann quickly pushed it away. "No, elder sister, this was given to you by that grandfather. You —"

"Take it."

Yu Xiyuan grabbed Yu Xinrann's finger and forced a drop of blood onto the medicinal capsule. Very quickly, the thin golden line of the day was connected to the medicinal capsule and Yu Xiyuan's finger.

Suddenly, Yu Xinrann froze for a moment. She gave a short, spasmodic exhale, and spoke in a tone that seemed to accuse Yu Xiyuan of acting on her own initiative.

"Elder sister!"

"Alright, just treat it as a gift from big sister! Xin Ran be good, elder sister still has two more! " Yu Xiyuan took out two medicinal capsule s from her pocket.

Only then did Yu Xinrann's complexion improve.

She held the medicinal capsule that already belonged to her, and laughed like a blossoming flower.

It was that simple.

The next morning, Yu Xiyuan had already gotten out of bed. She pulled Yu Xinrann along as they stood by the door.

Yi looked at Yu Xiyuan's pitted face and turned away. With a frown, she asked, "Miss Yu, are you not going to wear a bamboo hat to cover your face?"

Yu Xiyuan raised her eyebrows. "Is it that ugly?"

"Yi:" Hesitating for two seconds, he said, "That's not true, it's just that..." "That's right …"

"Just what? Afraid that if I were to enter the palace, the emperor would be scared? " Yu Xiyuan curled her lips into a smile and said, "Yi, you have to learn from your master. If the ruler of a country is so timid, why would I help you?" You all, didn't you all beg me?! "

Easily silenced.

His face was flushed red. He wanted to say what kind of pervert his master was, and who he was, he couldn't even begin to compare. However, he couldn't say such words.

Luo Zhanqing came quickly. He looked at Xiao Xingran and didn't say anything. When he passed by Yu Xiyuan, he stopped for a second but still passed by her and was about to get on the car.

Yu Xiyuan stretched out her hand and pulled back Luo Zhanqing, who was caught off guard, and carried Yu Xinrann onto the carriage. Then she got on as well. Luo Zhanqing patted the place where Yu Xiyuan had grabbed him and frowned like a bug.

Luo Zhanqing snorted coldly. His gaze turned much colder. He didn't feel awkward, so he followed her.

There was nothing to say along the way.

It wasn't until they arrived at the palace that Luo Zhanqing warned Yu Xiyuan and told her that she would be careful.