When Qing Wu's voice came from the courtyard, asking everyone to come in, everyone finally put their minds at ease.
After Xiao Chenyan entered the room, his eyes fell directly on Qing Wu. He looked her up and down, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with her, the sharpness in his eyes faded a little.
Situ Jing looked around nervously, but didn't see Ye You, so he asked nervously, "Princess, is the person who came before gone?"
Qing Wu hummed, but didn't mention it. She said to Mu Yingyu: "I will help your son come back to life first."
Mu Ying nodded excitedly.
Qing Wu formed a seal with her hands and tapped Wang Yulang's forehead, "Your life span is not over yet, your soul will return to its place. Command!"
The red line on Mu Ying's wrist broke, and Wang Yulang's soul returned. In just a blink of an eye, his breathing became much stronger, and the color on his face gradually appeared.
Situ Jing hurried over to take the patient's pulse, and after another examination, he showed a look of joy:
"It's OK! Rest well from now on, he should wake up soon."
Mu Ying cried with joy and was about to kneel down to thank Qingwu.
Qing Wu supported her and said, "Madam Mu, you will have a bad night tonight. You should take a good rest. You still have to take care of the children later."
Mu Ying nodded with tears in her eyes. She looked at Qing Wu, choking with sobs and unable to speak.
Without disturbing them any further, Qing Wu and the other two left the house.
Qing Wu then instructed: "Have someone boil some grapefruit leaf water and sprinkle it inside and outside the palace to ward off bad luck."
"Especially you, you'd better get more bubbles."
Situ Jing looked around and pointed at his nose.
Qing Wu looked at his black forehead, sighed, and patted his shoulder: "Take care."
Situ Jing trembled all over and tears welled up in his eyes. Why?
The Judge's Pen gloated: "Yeyou is the one who holds grudges the most. This half-baked quack doctor dared to stick the Yinguan Book on his forehead. He is definitely going to be in trouble for a while."
Next to him, Xiao Chenyan's eyes moved slightly, and he seemed to hear the strange voice from Qing Wu again.
Situ Jing was so upset that he wanted to cry but had no tears. He wanted to ask something, but he caught a glimpse of the soul following Xiao Chenyan. He had just applied cow's tears and the effect was still there.
The soul of the young man from the Xie family was also tied with a red string and tied to Xiao Chenyan's wrist.
"My Lord, what is that on your hand..."
"What else could it be? Your prince picked up the God of Wealth." Qing Wu smiled.
Situ Jing was surprised: "This God of Wealth looks strangely like the prince, could it be..."
Xiao Chenyan's murderous look made Situ Jing shut up.
Qing Wu didn't care about the exchange of words between the master and servant. She casually folded a talisman, put the soul of the young man from the Xie family into it, stuffed it into Xiao Chenyan's hand, and yawned and waved her hand:
"I'm sleepy."
"You should worship the God of Wealth first. I'm going to sleep now."
Qing Wu walked towards her room in a daze. She was really sleepy. This was the bad thing about being a human. She had to sleep.
Once I feel sleepy, I can't resist it.
As soon as I opened the door, a man's voice came from behind me: "Yun Qingwu."
"Hmm?" Qing Wu turned sideways, and when she raised her leg, her heel just happened to trip on the door sill. She fell backwards, and it happened almost instantly. Xiao Chenyan took a big step forward and grabbed her waist.
As a result, the knot on the corset came undone.
With her dress fluttering, Qing Wu sat down on the ground with a thump, dazed, her eyes still fixed on the man's hand.
Xiao Chenyan's arms were stiff, and in his hands, the woman's corset was disheveled in the wind.
His eyes inevitably fell on Qing Wu. She was still in a daze, without any trace of her usual cynicism and cunning.
The fragrant shoulders are half exposed, revealing the fair skin of porcelain feet. The ups and downs of her body are like a moving erotic picture, arousing people's desire.
Xiao Chenyan seemed to have seen a burning fire, and immediately turned his head away, frowning in annoyance, with the corset in his hand, not knowing whether to pick it up or put it down.
Qing Wu was completely speechless. When she was about to finish her words, a cloak fell over her head, covering her entire body. The next moment, she was picked up sideways by someone.
The curse stuck in her throat. She pulled her coat down, looked at the man's angular jawline, and pouted:
"It's all your fault. You can't even pull anyone."
Xiao Chenyan pursed his lips and put her on the couch, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood beside her.
"Where did you fall?"
Qing Wu immediately cried out, holding her waist: "My waist is twisted, it must be twisted, I need someone to massage it for me."
As she spoke, her eyes kept glancing at the man.
The implication is extremely heavy.
Xiao Chenyan saw her performance in full view and felt like laughing for some reason. He half-knelt down, his handsome face still expressionless, but his tone was less cold and hard:
"Lie down."
Qing Wu immediately lay down and pointed at her lower back.
Her movement inevitably revealed her beauty.
Xiao Chenyan slightly lowered his chin and placed his hands on her lower back. Even through the cloak, he could still feel how slender her waist was.
It seemed that he could break it with a little effort.
The woman's moan fell into his ears, as if a fire was lit beside his ears, and he didn't feel the strength in his hands was too strong.
"Ah!" Qing Wu uttered a short sound, and said angrily: "Be gentle."
The voice was delicate and charming, making Xiao Chenyan feel depressed, and that uncontrollable feeling was about to burst out.
He pulled the cloak upwards, covering her head as well: "Behave yourself."
How could Qing Wu be honest? She opened her eyes and stared at him intently, "Xiao Chenyan, did you take the wrong medicine? The dignified King Yan is actually willing to condescend to massage my waist?"
"Didn't you ask me to trust you?"
Qing Wu blinked and said, "Yes, Xiao Chenyan had given an answer to this question before."
"so what?"
"The princess is very talented, so the prince is naturally willing to respect her."
Qing Wu giggled, and her laughter was both evil and coquettish, like a fox who had succeeded in her evil plan.
Xiao Chenyan felt a strange feeling, as if he was seen through and embarrassed, and the feeling of being led by the nose appeared again. He deliberately used a little more force and pinched her waist.
Qing Wu was like a cricket pupa, her laughter became even more rampant: "Itchy! Xiao Chenyan, you are doing this on purpose!"
There was a flash of mischief in the man Ruifeng's eyes, but his expression was dignified and his tone was calm: "This is the first time that the prince has served someone, so please bear with me, Princess."
Qing Wu snorted: "Your technique is so poor, yet you still try to be polite to the wise. The wise man will be crushed to death by you."
She paused, put her hand on her chin, and insisted on asking for an answer: "So you have decided to trust me now?"
Xiao Chenyan lowered his eyes and looked at her eyes, which were like a mysterious and boundless abyss.
If you stare at it for too long, you're in danger of being seduced.
No one knows what lies beneath the abyss.
Just like her, the more beautiful she is, the more dangerous she is.
"What's the harm in trusting you once?"
Qing Wu narrowed her eyes and smiled. She slowly sat up, her cloak slipped off, revealing her charming body. Her fingers stroked the man's jaw, and she was so charming that she didn't realize it: "Even if you associate with ghosts and go to hell, you are not afraid?"
Xiao Chenyan held her hand, his eyes like the deep sea, looking at her: "I am in hell, why should I be afraid of hell?"
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