So what happened to the stereotype that the ladies of Kyoto were all proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting?
What on earth is this soul-stirring painting on a huge blank sheet of paper?
Seeing the three people's expressions, Song Huilan finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears: "I'm sorry, please don't scold Huilan. Huilan will definitely practice painting hard from now on and will never be lazy again, waaaaah..."
This time, even Ji Fengming didn't want to comfort Song Huilan anymore.
The three men turned around, simultaneously pulled out communication jade slips, looked at the location displayed on the slips, and then continued searching forward.
Song Huilan, looking aggrieved, sobbed and staggered behind the three of them, not daring to utter a sound even when scratched by tree branches or bumped by stones and vines.
While the man was away, Ji Fengyao wandered around the ancient temple, but found no flaws or useful clues in the temple's formation. She had no choice but to return and hurry up and refine the pills.
After all, that person had said that she could go home whenever she could refine the elixir.
Song Huiru, whose limbs had been dislocated, was still paralyzed at the door.
Seeing Ji Fengyao return, Song Huiru was filled with anger, rage, and shame. She was also worried that Shang Beiyu would despise and look down on her if he saw her in such an unsightly state. She cried out in shame and anger, "Ji Fengyao, quickly put my hands and feet back on!"
"Beg me!" Ji Fengyao crossed her arms, acting all roguish and nonchalant, as if to say, "I love seeing you hate me to the core, but you can't get rid of me no matter what."
Song Huiru gritted her teeth in hatred, glaring at Ji Fengyao with eyes that seemed about to pop out of their sockets: "You vulgar and lowly bandit, you think I'll beg you? Dream on! I, Song Huiru, would rather die than bow down to a lowly piece of trash like you!"
"It seems you've lived two lives, both busy scheming and plotting, but haven't learned how to speak properly." Ji Fengyao scanned the many medicine bottles in the Nashi space with her divine sense, took out a white medicine bottle, and held it in her hand, turning it left and right as she played with it.
She slowly walked to Song Huiru's side, half-squatted down, and presented the medicine bottle to Song Huiru with a bright smile and a light and pleasant voice: "I have just developed a new medicine that can damage a person's vocal cords and then regenerate them, so that you can start from scratch and learn how to speak properly again."
"Ji Fengyao, how dare you!" Song Huiru screamed in alarm, her voice cracking with fear.
"I'm a bandit, what wouldn't I dare to do?" Ji Fengyao reached out and pinched Song Huiru's lips, forcefully prying them open.
A black hem fluttered at the corner of his eye; it was Shang Beiyu who had returned.
Song Huiru also saw Shang Beiyu, and her eyes lit up with hope. She tried to open her mouth to ask for help, but Ji Fengyao held her mouth tightly, making it impossible for her to move.
Ji Fengyao swiftly and decisively poured the entire bottle of medicine down Song Huiru's throat, then stood up and slammed the bottle onto the ground beside her, shattering it into pieces. The sudden burst of powerful energy made Song Huiru feel as if she would be crushed into mincemeat in an instant.
"I warned you not to mess with me, otherwise, even if we die together, I will make you die before me, and your death will be ten thousand times worse than mine." As Ji Fengyao said this, her gaze was fixed on Shang Beiyu in front of her, without any hesitation.
Song Huiru coughed repeatedly from the medicine, crying out in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, she's a vicious wolf, she can't be tamed! Kill her quickly to prevent future troubles!"
However, Ji Fengyao's medicine took effect very quickly.
Song Huiru only said half a sentence before her words became indistinct and hard to hear.
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