When Lu Qingyao woke up again, he didn't know when it would be. The sudden sensation caused by Ma Fei Powder made him feel as if several hours had passed, or perhaps only one hour. This thatched hut seems to be a good place close to mountains and rivers. The light on one side is blocked by the green mountains, and the faint sound of gurgling water can be heard from the other side.
He tried to sit up by himself, and with a little force on his waist, all the effects of the numbness were offset. It really hurt. The severe pain made him finally decide to lie down and either wait for death or wait for the next numbness to dissipate.
Not long after, Xiao Jianrong walked in, leaning on his pole, holding Lu Qingyao's current life-extending talisman - Ma Fei San. Now that the situation was like this, the eighth prince's status didn't matter. Lu Qingyao didn't care about his noble status and watched eagerly as the hemp in Xiao Jianrong's hand disappeared.
Xiao Jianrong didn't hesitate. When he came up, he fed Lu Qingyao the life-saving Mafei Powder to relieve his pain first.
Lu Qingyao drank a little and could clearly feel that this bowl of Ma Fei Powder was more potent than the ones he drank before. It took effect very quickly and was very powerful. He was completely relieved not long after drinking it. Relieved the pain of just cramping and peeling my skin.
"Before, you were in a coma, so I didn't need to give you a strong medicine. Now that you wake up, I can only give you a new prescription, otherwise the pain of skin and bone peeling will make you wake up again. I fainted from the pain." Xiao Jianrong tidied away the medicine bowl and replied after seeing the question in Lu Qingyao's eyes.
The leader of the Beggar Clan is also a warm-hearted person. Not only did he pick up a man at the foot of the mountain, he is now so enthusiastic about answering his questions. This kind-heartedness seems to be a bit too much respect for him. As soon as Lu Qingyao's new question arose, Xiao Jianrong gave him the answer he wanted.
"You are the eighth prince, the youngest son of Emperor Ming." Xiao Jianrong sat down next to him, adjusting his clothes, and seemed to respect Lu Qingyao more in this way.
"Next to the White Horse Temple is the Imperial City. It is said that the Eighth Prince has always been on good terms with the abbot of the White Horse Temple, and the information about the disciples of the Beggar Clan is the same." That's right, the disciples of the Beggar Clan are all over the world, it can be said that this is It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the largest intelligence network in the world, and the information the Beggars Clan possesses is not special. What Lu Qingyao wants to know is, what is Xiao Jianrong's next plan? Should you hand him over or exchange him for money?
"Eighth Prince, don't worry too much. I, Mr. Xiao, don't like to take advantage of others' danger." I had heard before that Xiao Jianrong was a swordsman and a generation of knights. Although I don't know how he ended up being the help of the Beggar Gang, I think that the generation of knights would also disdain him. Doing such villainous behavior.
"There are many disciples of the Beggar Clan, and the Beggar Clan is also concerned about the trends in the Imperial City. After all, the Beggar Clan is different from other sects. The decrees issued by the Imperial City may affect the livelihood of many disciples. What's more, the value of the Eighth Prince The expensive and gorgeous moon-colored uniforms are really hard to believe that they are the clothes of ordinary people. Moreover, Lu Jian made all the girls in the city go out to see his beautiful appearance, and Xiao was also lucky enough to see it. Meet the Eighth Prince." Xiao Jianrong said while Lu Qingyao was also observing him. According to legend, Xiao Jianrong, a swordsman, was famous not only for his swordsmanship but also for his appearance. As expected, although he was wearing coarse cloth, he was still clean and tidy. In total, Xiao Jianrong should have been the leader of the Beggar Clan for more than ten years. His appearance is naturally a bit older, but he is still pretty and handsome.
The rumors in the world are good, Lu Qingyao thought. I don’t know what my face will look like if I jump off the mountain this time. The Eighth Prince has someone to help him tidy up his appearance every day, and naturally he has to sit upright in front of the mirror every day. Although everyone in the palace thinks that the Eighth Prince is unparalleled and handsome and is the most handsome man in the world, Lu Qingyao has always felt that his appearance It was so unremarkable that Lu Jian was not aware of the admiration for him from the woman on the road when he was cruising.
It would be best if he were completely changed beyond recognition, so that Lu Qingyao could regain his freedom. From then on, the green mountains and green waters would be his friends, and it would be good to spend the rest of his life walking around in the rivers, lakes and mountains.
Xiao Jianrong saw that his thoughts seemed to be drifting away again, and he thought it was because the numbness in this area had spread violently. Just as he was about to wave his hand in front of Lu Qingyao's eyes, Lu Qingyao's eyes turned back to meet his gaze. He seemed to see relief in his sight.
Xiao Jianrong then told Lu Qingyao that the Anhe Guards in the Imperial City had been searching for his whereabouts in the past few days, but they did not find him here. The latest news the Beggar Clan got was that Emperor Ming had stopped searching and issued an announcement that the Eighth Prince Ran Yu had died of illness. Therefore, Lu Qingyao should be safe here now. Xiao Jianrong did not pick up Lu Qingyao by chance, but received news before that that the Eighth Prince returned to the Imperial City and then left the Imperial City, walking straight towards the White Horse Temple, and there were dark cranes on the way into the Imperial City. Wei leads the way and follows. Xiao Jianrong really wanted to go to White Horse Temple to inquire about the news, but when he saw an unrecognizable man falling from the mountain, with his gorgeous moonlight uniform and the royal token around his waist that could travel all the way to the imperial city, it was not difficult to guess his identity. identity. Moreover, at the same time that Xiao Jianrong recognized his identity, the sound of a group of people entering the mountain to search was also heard. According to the rumors collected about the Eighth Prince in the past, this search was definitely not intended to bring him back for medical treatment. Xiao Jianrong is also a knight. Now that he has seen it, he cannot ignore it. So, he brought Lu Qingyao back to this small hut on the outskirts of the imperial city.
After bringing Lu Qingyao back, he checked his pulse and discovered that he had been infected with Xiaoyao Powder. I don't know who gave him this extremely vicious Xiaoyaosan, and he can no longer use his unique skills and internal energy. Although Xiao Jianrong had never fought against the Six Musketeers or seen the Six Musketeers' true face, this pulse diagnosis revealed that Lu Qingyao's internal strength was astonishing. If he hadn't been harmed by Xiaoyaosan, the Eighth Prince would have achieved very high martial arts achievements. Even if he didn't dominate the martial arts world, he would still be able to maintain peace for himself.
It's a pity that such a good young man, the Eighth Prince, who is still a young man with his body and bones, has experienced such insidious and vicious things that Xiao Jianrong never thought of.
When Lu Qingyao fell off the cliff, the injuries on his body were easy to treat, but the injuries on his face could only be treated through the art of skin and bone removal. Xiao Jianrong knew that he could not completely restore Lu Qingyao's previous appearance, but he tried his best and turned Lu Qingyao's face into another ordinary-looking face.
Of course he would not hand over Lu Qingyao. The poison of Xiaoyao Powder made Lu Qingyao a useless person from now on. The young man had already suffered enough, why let him go back to that cage to spend the rest of his life?
After Lu Qingyao listened, it turned out that only his father wanted him to die. Even Xiao Jianrong, whom he met by chance, was so kind and compassionate to him.
Thinking of this, Lu Qingyao's twenty years of grievance suddenly came to his heart, and Xiao Jianrong heard a sob.
"Eighth Prince, the art of skin-removing and bone-removing was accomplished with great difficulty by Xiao."
When Lu Qingyao heard this hint, he immediately stopped crying.
Less than a month ago, Ye Tian was like this, growing up overnight. Today, it's Lu Qingyao's turn.
Lu Qingyao, who realized that he was really alone now, was grateful to Xiao Jianrong and also thought about it. Take good care of your health here first, and then take your time to take care of the rest of your wasted life.
