As soon as Rongsheng heard Ji Qingxue say that Feiyun was poisoned, he immediately squeezed himself to the bedside, "little master, something really happened to Feiyun?"
Ji Qingxue felt a little uncomfortable. If she hadn't asked Feiyun to check it, maybe Feiyun wouldn't have this disaster.
Rongsheng carefully checked the situation of Feiyun, and the expression on his face became more and more ugly.
"Did he win the bamboo leaf green?"
Bamboo leaf green is a kind of poison mixed with several snake venoms. When it is poisoned, the poisoned person's skin from head to foot will slowly become blue and purple, so it got the name.
Ji Qingxue turned to MuQing and said, "give me your dagger."
MuQing immediately took out the dagger and handed it to her with both hands.
Now, she can only take risks. Feiyun must not die!
Ji Qingxue pulled out the dagger and gently cut Feiyun's wrist. Blood rushed out of the wound. The blood was dark and purple.
While Ji Qingxue is doing this, Rong Sheng has pricked several needles around Feiyun's chest to protect his heart pulse.
Ji Qingxue looked up at him. Rongsheng had already lost his usual appearance of fooling around. He said seriously, "little master, you continue, I cooperate with you."
The ninth day of junior high school stood beside Xu Meng and looked at the incomparable tacit understanding between Ji Qingxue and Rongsheng. There was always something wrong in my heart.
How she wished she could help him, but at this time she could do nothing but stand by and watch.
From miaojiang to Qingqu City, she thought the distance between them had been shortened, but it didn't.
She and Rong Sheng are different after all.
After bleeding Feiyun for a while, Ji Qingxue raised her hand and lit the acupoint on his wrist to stop the blood for him. The blue color on Feiyun's face also dispersed.
But this bleeding method is not a long-term plan. Even if his blood is drained, his poison may not be able to be solved.
Luo Ting's face was expressionless, but a worried look flashed in his eyes: "mistress, how's Feiyun?"
Listen to the most noisy boy in the wind guard, but now he is lying here quietly. He is really not used to it.
After tucking in the quilt for the people in bed, Ji Qingxue slowly got up: "let's go out and talk about something."
The ninth day of the ninth day obediently followed Rongsheng's back. She whispered, "is the poison in the flying cloud very serious? Is it difficult to solve?"
Rong Sheng shook his head: "it's not serious, but the antidote preparation of bamboo leaf green is very complex. If you can't prepare the corresponding antidote within three days, even if you solve Feiyun's poison at that time, he will leave sequelae."
"Sequelae?"
"Yes." Rong Sheng patiently explained to her, "sequelae will occur according to different people's physique. According to the situation of patients in the past, some have become fools and others have become mute."
On the ninth day of the ninth day, she nodded and rubbed her head with a funny voice: "as the sect leader of the five poisons sect, don't you even know the poison of bamboo leaf green? On the ninth day of the ninth day, I doubt it. How did you become the sect leader?"
"Hey, don't make fun of people! I was forced to be the leader. I'm not a Jianghu baixiaosheng. I know everything."
On the ninth day of the ninth day, Wei glanced at him wrongfully. Only this glance made Rong Sheng's heart turn.
"Well, well, I'm wrong. I shouldn't tease the sect leader. Huh?"
Although he said so, the ninth day still caught the passing smile in his eyes.
On the ninth day of junior high school, he said, "I don't want to talk to you."
The atmosphere in the camp was dignified. Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to speak first.
"The poison of bamboo leaf green in Feiyun can enter people's body in many ways. Ye Han, go down and check who has been in and out of Feiyun's camp today, and check all the food."
"Ye Han takes orders."
"The person who poisoned must still be in the barracks. As long as Feiyun doesn't die for a day, the people behind the scenes will never give up."
Ji Qingxue said coldly, "from now on, no one can get close to Feiyun's camp without my permission. Once someone gets close, kill him!"
The crowd answered in unison, "yes!"
Seeing Luo Ting's appearance of wanting to talk and stopping, Ji Qingxue opened his mouth to him: "don't worry, I will cure him."
Luo Ting nodded. Since the mistress said so, he had nothing to say. He should believe that the mistress is.
"Well, you all go down."
After the people left, Nangong Yan, who had not spoken, gently grabbed Ji Qingxue's hand and said with relief: "Feiyun's thing is not your fault, so you don't have to blame yourself."
Ji Qingxue's eyes were sharp and his whole body exuded a faint chill: "how can it not be my fault? You and I know why he became like this. Ah Yan, I think his idea was right."
Nangong Yan didn't speak, but his face became more and more gloomy.
Ji Qingxue hummed coldly in her heart. Sima Jing hung. Are the people on your side so depressed?
Isn't it true that there are no 300 taels of silver here to do such a thing at this time?
Chi LAN looked at Luo Ting walking alone in front of him, thought about it, and accelerated his pace to catch up with him.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Luo Ting asked, "what can I do for you?"
Chi Lanpeng said, "don't pretend. People with clear eyes can see that you are worried about flying clouds."
Luo Ting looked very calm, but he didn't say anything more.
Seeing him like this, Chi LAN couldn't help saying, "don't worry too much. I've heard that the queen has a lot of medical skills, so Feiyun will be fine."
Luo Ting suddenly stopped. He looked at Chi LAN and asked coldly, "are you comforting me?"
Chi Lan was stunned, and then said uneasily, "you think it's that."
Luo Ting has been taking care of himself since he escaped from the guard camp. Although Chi LAN didn't say anything, he remembered all Luo Ting's kindness to him.
Feiyun is his subordinate. Now something like this has happened. Luo Ting must feel bad. So Chi lancai couldn't help comforting him.
A smile flashed in Luo Ting's cold eagle eyes. He said in a hard voice, "thank you."
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"The man on the master's side said that Nangong Yan sent someone to Miao Jiang. I'm afraid he can't hide his business."
Mencius stood in the middle of the camp in good order. He never stood on the side of Sima Jing as before.
For the words of Mencius, Sima Jingxuan obviously didn't take it to heart. Instead, he narrowed his eyes in some displeasure: "what are you doing so far away from me?"
What happened in the camp last time has completely cut off Mencius' mind.
She is just a piece of this person's chess piece, a weapon, or a lonely pastime thing.
Nothing special.
So she can't and can't think of anything else.
"My subordinates have only recovered from the injury. They are still ill. They are afraid of bumping into the dragon's body."
Mencius looked cold, and there was no other emotion in his tone except respect.
Sima Jing looked at her, and his displeasure did not decrease at all!