Chapter 28 Night Visit
That black fragrant cake.
Like two hidden weapons endowed with divine power.
It precisely penetrated Crazy Horse's nostrils.
An extremely overbearing and strange fragrance that can instantly calm the nerves.
It rushed into the brains of the two wild horses like crazy.
Their red eyes are full of madness and violence.
It instantly returned to its normal docility.
Their iron hooves were like thunder, about to crash into the royal carriage.
There was less than a foot left to the target.
Suddenly stopped.
Those two tall horses.
It was as if all my strength was drained away in an instant.
With a "thump".
They all knelt on the ground.
They snorted.
White saliva flows from the mouth.
The body was trembling slightly.
But there is no more madness.
A bloody car accident is about to happen.
Just like this in an extremely strange and unimaginable way.
It was forcibly stopped.
The whole street.
It fell into a dead silence.
Everyone seemed to be under a spell.
His face showed extreme horror and astonishment.
The driver who drives the truck.
He rolled and crawled to his feet from the ground.
He looked at his two horses, which had suddenly become more docile than sheep.
My mind went blank.
The female official standing in front of Ling Zixia.
He also kept his arms open.
Her body trembled violently with fear.
Ling Zixia slowly leaned back onto the soft cushion.
She closed her eyes again.
Her face returned to its calm and indifferent expression, as if everything had nothing to do with her.
It was as if what happened just now happened in a flash.
A man who subdued two frightened horses with a piece of spice.
It's not like her at all.
Chaos all around.
They were soon taken under control by the Jingzhao government officials and city defense troops who rushed to the scene after hearing the news.
The driver who caused the accident was arrested on the spot.
Two exhausted horses were also led aside.
The royal carriage was escorted by the Royal Guards.
Slowly.
Restarted.
In the carriage.
That female official with a serious face.
Finally I came back to my senses from the extreme shock.
She looked at the girl who was still resting with her eyes closed.
His eyes were filled with awe and horror that could not be described in words.
She opened her mouth.
Want to ask something.
But in the end.
Not a word was uttered.
She knows.
Some things.
Not someone on her level.
Qualified to explore.
She just needed to report everything that happened in the palace and on the road today.
Without missing a single word.
Original and local.
Report everything to the Queen.
That's enough.
The carriage was in an eerie, solemn silence.
Slowly drove back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
In front of the main gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The place was already filled with people who were looking forward to it.
Led by.
It was the eldest son of the prime minister's mansion who had left and returned.
Zhao Wenxuan.
Behind him.
Still standing there was the pale-faced mistress of the house.
Li Ruolan.
And that concubine with resentful eyes.
Liu Yunyao.
When they saw the intact carriage embroidered with the royal phoenix emblem.
When it stopped steadily at the gate of the prime minister's residence.
On each of their faces.
They all showed extremely complex and different expressions.
The car curtain was lifted.
The female official with a serious face walked down first.
She ignored anyone.
Just facing the direction of the carriage.
Bowed respectfully.
Then.
The girl in the smoky-colored palace dress.
Under everyone's gaze.
With a calm posture.
Walked down slowly.
There was a perfect hint of fatigue on her face.
But there is still that clarity and liveliness in his eyes.
It was as if I was just visiting a neighbor's house.
Instead of going to that palace where people are eaten.
I had a close call with death.
"Farewell, Miss Ling."
The female official looked at Ling Zixia.
He performed a standard bow.
Then.
She left without even looking back.
Get on the carriage.
Under the protection of the imperial guards.
Disappeared into a cloud of dust.
Leaving everyone in the prime minister's mansion stunned.
Zhao Wenxuan looked at Ling Zixia.
His eyes are as deep as the sea.
It is full of exploration and confusion.
And a hint of... a growing fear that even he himself had not noticed.
Li Ruolan looked at Ling Zixia.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief, shock and resentment.
She couldn't figure it out.
His own perfect series of poisonous schemes.
Which link went wrong?
Why this bitch.
Not only can he return from the palace safely.
even.
And he received such courtesy from the female official beside the Queen?
Ling Zixia didn't look at anyone.
She was only talking to Zhao Wenxuan and Li Ruolan.
He knelt and bowed.
"The daughter-in-law pays her respects to her mother and to the young master."
Her voice was soft.
But neither humble nor arrogant.
Then.
She was supported by Xiao Cui.
Silently.
Walking through the crowd filled with complicated looks.
Walk towards Jingsiyuan.
No one dared to stop her.
No one dared to say a word.
…
night.
It's already deep.
There was only a dim candle lit in the Jingsi Courtyard.
Ling Zixia has already showered and changed her clothes.
Changed out of his gorgeous clothes.
She put on that simple cloth skirt again.
She was sitting by the window.
By candlelight.
She carefully examined the Phoenix hairpin named "South China Sea Moonlight" that the Queen Mother finally gave her as a reward.
That hairpin is indeed a rare treasure.
In the light of candlelight.
It emits a warm and soft light.
Just then.
There was a very light sound of footsteps.
It sounded outside the courtyard gate.
The person who came was not Xiao Cui.
Not Zhao Wenxuan either.
The footsteps stopped outside her door.
Immediately following.
There was a polite knock on the door.
"Miss Ling, are you asleep?"
A calm, slightly unfamiliar male voice sounded outside the door.
Ling Zixia carefully put the hairpin back into the brocade box.
She walked to the door.
Open the door a crack.
Standing outside the door was a tall young man in black clothes.
The man's face was stern.
Eyes as sharp as an eagle.
He wore a long sword at his waist.
At first glance, he is a guard with great martial arts skills.
"Who are you?"
Ling Zixia asked timidly.
"My name is Zhao Feng."
The man clasped his fists and bowed to her.
"He is the young master's personal bodyguard."
"Sir, I see that the young lady was frightened today and is very tired."
"He specifically ordered me to bring a bowl of calming soup."
He said.
Then he took it from a food box behind him.
A small celadon bowl emitting wisps of hot steam was brought out.
The bowl contained a milky white soup that looked like it was made from lotus seeds and lilies.
A refreshing fragrance.
Spreading in the cold night.
Ling Zixia's gaze.
It landed on the bowl of seemingly harmless soothing soup.
The wings of her nose.
There was a slight, almost imperceptible movement.
Under that elegant fragrance.
Hidden inside is an extremely faint fragrance with a hint of sweetness and fishiness.
That's the smell of "mirage".
A chronic hallucinogenic drug that is rarer and more powerful than "Forget Worry Powder".
This thing will not make people tell the truth.
But it will happen unconsciously.
Erosion of human consciousness.
Let the poisoned person sleep.
Seeing all kinds of bizarre and terrifying illusions in the depths of one's heart.
Long-term use.
It will make people completely unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Finally in an endless nightmare.
Died of a mental breakdown.
Zhao Wenxuan.
You really don't give up.
No plan worked.
Another plan came up.
and.
Each time the means are more sophisticated than the last.
They are all more insidious.
More hidden.
"Thank you, Guard Zhao."
A grateful smile appeared on Ling Zixia's face.
She stretched out her hands.
From Zhao Feng's hands.
Took the bowl of deadly soothing soup.
At her fingertips.
And the warm celadon bowl wall.
The moment of contact.
An invisible force.
Silently.
Crossed into the bowl of milky white soup.
The hallucination-inducing toxicity of the "mirage" in the soup.
It was completely reversed in an instant.
It is a poison that attacks the human mind.
It has become a dream that can make people feel happy.
A miraculous elixir that is more real than ever, more... beautiful than ever.
A kind of... can make people dream.
Realize what’s deep within you.
The most desired and most unspoken wish... "Dream Soup".
She did it all.
In front of Zhao Feng.
Bring that bowl of soup.
Drink it all in one gulp.
Then.
She handed the empty bowl back to him.
"Thank you for your concern, sir."
"Thank Guard Zhao for me, too."
"This soup is delicious."
Zhao Feng looked into her clear, defenseless eyes.
On his icy face that never changes.
first.
There was a very slight hesitation, one that he himself didn't even notice.
He took back the empty bowl.
He clasped his fists and bowed again.
Then.
Then he turned around.
Disappeared into the thick night.
Ling Zixia closed the door.
She walked slowly to the bed.
Take off your coat.
Lie down quietly.
She knows.
tonight.
Zhao Wenxuan will definitely come.
He will definitely come.
See for yourself.
The medicinal effect of his bowl of "Mirage" calming soup.
What exactly happened.
She knows it too.
tonight.
She will give one to this good husband.
He lives forever.
A nightmare that no one can forget...
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