"What did you say? She is Mr. Zhuge's... stepsister?"

In the imperial garden, Guo Lingxi heard the eunuch's report. After returning to the palace yesterday, she immediately reported to the Emperor of Western Jin what happened in Dongting Tower. Naturally, she omitted the process of herself and Yuwen Jing making things difficult for Qin Su.

The young eunuch said, "She looks like Mr. Zhuge's long-lost sister, so Mr. Zhuge proposed to recognize her as his adopted sister."

Guo Lingxi was furious. What kind of luck did that girl have? This kind of thing happened to her! The young eunuch said again: "I heard that she doesn't want to be Mr. Zhuge's sister."

Guo Lingxi said sarcastically, "If she didn't want to do it, would she go around cheating people in the name of Mr. Zhuge's sister? She is just playing tricks to whet Zhuge Qing's appetite! He is the number one strategist in the Western Jin Dynasty, but he was fooled by a little girl. In my opinion, he is nothing more than this!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that the young eunuch's expression was not right. Her heart skipped a beat and she turned around. She saw Zhuge Qing sitting in a wheelchair, being slowly pushed forward by a black-armored guard.

I guess he didn't hear what I said just now?

It is well known that Zhuge Qing was a counselor in the eldest prince's mansion, but he also occasionally entered the palace to play chess with the Emperor of Western Jin.

Because of his lame legs, the emperor of the Western Jin Dynasty exempted him from bowing to anyone.

As Zhuge Qing got closer, Guo Lingxi's breathing became more and more stagnant.

strangeness.

The person who came over was just a disabled person in a wheelchair, so why did he feel such a terrible aura and pressure? It was an invisible pressure, and the air seemed to have substance.

Guo Lingxi's heart was in his throat.

When Zhuge Qing's wheelchair passed by her, she was unable to move.

However, Zhuge Qing did nothing, didn't even look at her, and just walked past her.

After the black-armored guards pushed Zhuge Qing away, Guo Lingxi finally regained her breath. She took a deep breath, and her legs went limp and she fell to the ground, as if she had died once.

"It's terrible... This man... is terrible..."

…

Mr. Shen did not come home all night and only returned home at noon the next day.

Afraid of being discovered by the old man, he entered the house stealthily.

"Fortunately, I'm smart."

He closed the door carefully, and when he turned around, he saw a shadowy figure standing in front of him. He was startled and slammed the door behind him, "Ah——"

"What the hell is that?"

Master Shen said in a deep voice.

"father?"

Master Shen rubbed his eyes and walked forward bravely, "It's really you, why are you in my room? You didn't make a sound, you scared me to death. Wait, Dad...you didn't wait for me in the room all night?"

Mr. Shen said unhappily, "What do you think?"

Mr. Shen opened the window and looked at the big dark circles under his father's eyes. He felt that it was almost certain.

"I didn't mean to stay out last night. I...I drank too much..."

He explained quietly, waiting for a beating from his father.

But Mr. Shen did not beat him. Instead, he had someone bring him a bowl of hangover tea.

He was a little afraid to drink it, fearing that his father would not beat him but poison him instead.

"Promising." Mr. Shen glared at him.

He had been to the eldest prince's mansion so many times, but had only met the mansion's steward. He was not even qualified to get ten steps close to Mr. Zhuge. Yet, this son had risen to fame overnight and became Mr. Zhuge's guest of honor.

"Dad, are you going to beat me?"

Yesterday he caused trouble in his father's room, brought shame to his father, and did not return home at night... He should be whipped three or five times, I think.

"Go away..." Master Shen wanted to go to sleep, but when the words came to his lips, he coughed lightly and said, "Wait until you sober up first. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Master Shen's eyes flashed, and he said, "Dad, my carriage is a bit old."

"Let someone get you a new one."

"Your jade wine jug is nice."

"Go get it yourself."

"And those calligraphy and paintings from previous dynasties in your study..."

"Shen Xin!"

"I'm going to sleep, Dad, take care."

Mr. Shen knew when to stop.

Mr. Shen walked out of his yard with a stern face.

After walking only two steps, Mr. Shen couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

This rascal has made it! In the afternoon, Meiji brought back the news.

"One good news and one bad news. The good news is that the herbs have not been used up. The bad news is that the person who bought the herbs is a pharmacist under Feng Xiaoran."

"Who is Feng Xiaoran?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

Mei Ji didn't look very happy when she mentioned this man: "He is just a defeated general of yours! Before you came to Western Jin, he was the first counselor of the Grand Prince's Mansion. There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. He couldn't defeat you, so he left. I heard that he recently defected to Yuwen Xi."

Su Xiaoxiao understood that Feng Xiaoran was Zhuge Qing's mortal enemy, and if the herbs fell into his hands, the situation would be very dangerous.

Meiji muttered, "I didn't dare show up, for fear that he would recognize me and guess that it was the master who wanted to get the herbs. Then he would definitely destroy the herbs!"

Su Xiaoxiao paused and said, "I'll think of a way."

"You mean, Feng Xiaoran has the herbs you want?"

"yes."

"Is it for treating Yi'er's illness?"

"No." Su Xiaoxiao shook her head, "It's for another friend."

Yuwen Xi was still confined in the mansion for the past two days, but many soldiers and officers had withdrawn, and the Western Jin Emperor's attitude towards her had obviously softened, so it was not difficult for her to leave the mansion.

It depends on whether she is willing to help Su Xiaoxiao.

"Okay, wait for me here."

Yuwen Xi called Moye and used his lightness skills to leave the princess's mansion.

Feng Xiaoran lived outside the city, and the two of them rode at full speed for more than an hour before arriving.

Feng Xiaoran was very surprised. He went out to greet him personally and bowed: "Your Highness!"

Yu Wenxi was wearing a black cloak, and her exquisite and unique body exuded the charm of a mature woman in the night.

Feng Xiaoran lowered his eyes and said, "Please sit inside."

"No need." Yu Wenxi said, "I came to you to ask you for something, and I have to go back after I get it."

Feng Xiaoran was a little disappointed, but still asked respectfully: "What does Your Highness want?"

Yuwen Xi said calmly: "A purple herb that you bought from a Wei State herbalist yesterday."

Feng Xiaoran's expression changed slightly: "Your Highness...what do you want that herb for?"

Yuwen Xi said seriously: "Heal Yier."

Feng Xiaoran smiled: "Your Highness, that herb is used to treat colds, and the young prince is suffering from a fever. The doctor who gave the young prince the prescription probably wanted to kill him, right?"

Yu Wenxi is not a doctor, she doesn't understand this. She just thinks it would be more logical to use Yi'er as an excuse.

Feng Xiaoran looked at Yuwen Xi deeply and said, "Your Highness, that herb is actually worthless and useless to others. But it is a life-saving elixir to one person. Do you know who that person is?"

Yuwen Xi looked at him strangely.

Feng Xiaoran smiled softly: "Zhuge Qing."

Yu Wenxi's pupils shrank.

Feng Xiaoran plucked up the courage to look at the most beautiful woman in the Western Jin Dynasty:

"It seems that Your Highness is not aware of this. Then I am wondering, who asked Your Highness to get this herb? What is his relationship with Zhuge Qing? Why did they hide from Your Highness that he was going to treat Zhuge Qing? Your Highness, at the last birthday banquet of His Majesty, we carefully designed a trap, but Zhuge Qing escaped. This is a great opportunity to kill him without bloodshed. He is looking for this herb, which means that he is terminally ill and he will not be able to hold on for much longer. He is Your Highness's biggest worry. If we get rid of him, we will get rid of the biggest stumbling block on Your Highness's road to succession! Let him get sick, let him die, wouldn't it be a pleasure?"

Yu Wenxi clenched her fingers.

Moye glanced at Yuwenxi worriedly.

Feng Xiaoran continued, "Has Your Highness forgotten how he was imprisoned? If it weren't for Zhuge Qing's plot to frame Your Highness, how could Your Highness have fallen from the clouds into the quagmire? And the smallpox of the little prince was most likely the work of Zhuge Qing. Are you sure you won't get rid of such a serious threat? Even if Your Highness doesn't avenge himself, he has to think about the little prince and the little princess. As long as Zhuge Qing is not eliminated, the Imperial Princess's Mansion will never be at peace.

"Your Highness, think about your own great cause, do you really want to save Zhuge Qing?"

Yu Wenxi's clenched fists loosened little by little.

She slowly calmed down and said expressionlessly, "Give me the herbs."

Moye took a step forward, murderous intent lingering between her brows.

There was a trace of struggle in Feng Xiaoran's eyes, and he looked away unwillingly: "Your Highness, wait a moment."

He returned to the house and came over holding a brocade box. "I just picked the herbs. You need to use them within three days, otherwise they will wither and lose their medicinal properties."

Yu Wenxi opened the box and asked, "Why is there only half?"

Feng Xiaoran said, "I have used the other half. Don't worry, Your Highness. This herb is growing very well. Half of it is enough. Your Highness, I hope you won't regret it."

Yuwenxi accepted the brocade box and left with Moye.

The subordinate came over and said, "Sir, are you just going to give the herbs to them? What if the princess really uses them to save Zhuge Qing?"

Feng Xiaoran sneered and said, "It doesn't matter. I have secretly endured Zhuge Qing for so long, it's time to prove that I am better than him."

The subordinate was confused: "I don't understand. Could it be that... you gave me a fake herb?"

Feng Xiaoran brushed his wide sleeves and said, "The herbs are real, but they are poisoned. If she doesn't give the herbs to Zhuge Qing, Zhuge Qing will definitely die. If she gives them to Zhuge Qing, Zhuge Qing will also be poisoned to death!"

Feng Xiaoran became excited when he thought of the scene of Zhuge Qing being poisoned to death.

He will soon prove to the world that he is the smartest person in the world.

He returned to his room and took out the remaining half of the herb.

He was not lying. This herb was growing vigorously and half of it was powerful enough. He could keep it for future use. Once the pharmacist had collected the rest of the herbs, he could make a tonic pill and present it to the Emperor of Western Jin.

He put the box away carefully and got up to wash up.

It was a dark and windy night.

A small macaw disguised as a crow flew down onto the table.

Its small black wings blend into the night.

It swaggered to the box, puffed up its chest proudly, pecked the box open with its beak, picked up the herbs inside and flew away! 　You don't have to save the guaranteed monthly ticket until the end of the month. Complete a wave of KPIs at the beginning of the month first. It's not much, just 200, and I'm short of the last few tickets.

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