Lin Wanwan was slightly startled when she heard Ziyu's words. She raised her eyes and asked, "So, you scattered the medicinal powder sprinkled on the plum blossoms?"
She had felt a little strange before. Logically speaking, since the Queen Mother had a plan from the beginning, she must have wanted to hit the target with one hit, so the dose of "Bai Mei Sheng" should not be so light.
Ziyu was a little surprised when he heard this, and asked: "Does Miss Lin know that the flower has been drugged?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something again and smiled suddenly, "It's Ziyu who is confused. Miss Lin grew up in Beiluo School. These medicines are not uncommon in the world, so they naturally recognize them. The subordinates just looked at them. I was not used to these underhanded tricks, so I used my inner strength to stir up a gust of wind, trying to blow it away, but I didn't expect it to go wrong, and later I found out that this method was actually used to deal with you."
After Ziyu finished speaking, he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the master didn't come. If the master knew that the Queen Mother was going to deal with Miss Lin like this, I'm afraid there would be another bloody storm. Just like when Longyang Peak coveted Miss Lin, the master wanted to peel off the flesh from his body piece by piece. If Miss Lin is really wronged in the palace, then with the master's methods, he will never let go of the Queen Mother or anyone who wants to harm Miss Lin. By then, there will really be no change between the master and Prince Lu. There's room.
Lin Wanwan stared at the cup in a trance. The candlelight reflected in her eyes was swaying, and there seemed to be a bit of confusion in the dim light.
Just when Ziyu thought she didn't want to say any more, she saw her curling her lips and speaking softly: "That's not quite the case. There is a small island a hundred miles east of Beiluo Shimen, and there are people living on it. There is an old man who likes to cook and refine medicine on the island. I have been there for more than half a year, so I know a lot about him."
"I see."
Ziyu nodded slightly and didn't think much about Lin Wanwan's lack of concentration just now. He firmly believed what he said and didn't think about it carefully. He immediately took out a bottle from his clothes and handed it to Lin Wanwan.
"After taking this Concentrating Pill, you will no longer be affected by drugs that can cause confusion such as incense for three hours. The master specifically asked his subordinates to bring it here so that Miss Lin must take it at night."
"Your master is really powerful, he can figure out everything." Lin Wanwan lowered her eyes to look at the porcelain bottle in her hand, a soft color that was difficult for others to see flashed across her eyes, and then she pulled her lips helplessly. Corner, put the bottle into his sleeve, "Thank him for me."
Her tone seemed to have a hint of sarcasm, but her expression was quite sincere. For a moment, Ziyu was really unsure of Lin Wanwan's attitude at the moment.
At this moment, Ziyu couldn't help but think of the scene when she met her master in the afternoon.
At that time, after he received the message from Nuan Yan, he knew that the situation was urgent, so he immediately rode towards Zhuangzi. However, after walking a few miles, he saw his master's carriage parked in the forest, and Zi Shu looked anxious. Stay outside.
He suddenly had a bad premonition, and when he stepped forward to ask, he found out that his master's illness had relapsed, and Zi Heng was giving him acupuncture at this moment.
He hesitated for a moment, then got into the carriage.
As soon as Fang opened the curtain, a strong smell of blood hit his nostrils. Even the white sandalwood incense that the master usually used to cover up the smell of blood and medicine could not suppress it.
He saw his master lying quietly on the couch, his eyes closed, motionless, like a piece of cold jade that had lost its life, and his face was almost pale and transparent, as if it would break and dissipate anytime and anywhere.
At that moment, he wished he was Zi Shu. If he were Zi Shu, he would have concealed Miss Lin's matter without hesitation, so that his master would not worry about it in the slightest. But he is not, and because of this, the master can trust him to handle many things. He did not dare to live up to this trust, and he knew his master's feelings for Miss Lin. If something happened to Miss Lin in the palace, his master would never forgive him in his life.
Not long after Zi Heng finished applying the acupuncture, his master woke up. The moment he saw him, he seemed to have guessed something, and only asked in a hoarse voice: "But what happened to her?"
Seeing that his master's breath was weak and there was a thin layer of cold sweat hanging on his forehead, he unconsciously clenched his fists and his heart skipped a beat. He barely gave himself any chance to hesitate, and looked at the angry and puzzled looks of Zi Shu and Zi Heng. , paraphrasing Miss Lin’s words word for word.
After the master heard this, his eyelashes were half lowered and he didn't know what he was thinking. He could only see a shadow cast under his long crow-green eyelashes. His eyes seemed as silent as ever, but they seemed to be filled with countless emotions, making it difficult for him to see through them at all.
After a long moment of silence, the master suddenly laughed.
"Are you so eager to settle your grudges with me..."
Before the master finished speaking, there was a violent coughing sound. The sound was painful and rapid, as if it would shake all his internal organs out of the body, and also shatter the silence in his eyes. This time, he Finally, he could clearly see that something seemed to be shattered in the depths of his master's eyes at this moment.
After coughing for a long time, the master finally calmed down. A trace of bitterness slowly appeared on his pale lips. He looked at the window curtain and murmured like a whisper, but he could hear it very clearly.
He said: "But... how can we clear up our grudges? Lin Wanwan, your and my fate have been entangled from the beginning. I'm afraid we won't be able to untie them in this life..."
"Ziyu?"
Lin Wanwan's voice made Ziyu gradually come back to his senses. He realized that he had lost his composure, and immediately lowered his head and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, what did Miss Lin just say?"
Lin Wanwan glanced at him thoughtfully, without thinking about it, and repeated what she just said: "You should go back and recover early, so that he can rest assured that I can still deal with the people in this palace."
Then he thought about it and added: "The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Luo Huaizhou will definitely return to the palace in these two days. As long as I stick to my duty and don't get caught by them, they won't dare to expose me." How about it, when Luo Huaizhou returns to the palace, he will let me out of the palace safe and sound, just let him rest assured."
Ziyu nodded and said, "Master also asked his subordinates to bring a message to Miss Lin."
Lin Wanwan's eyes flickered, she pursed her lips, and a resistance arose in her heart. Just when she was about to speak out to stop Ziyu from speaking out, Ziyu beat her to it.
"Master said, if Miss Lin wants to do anything, just do it, don't worry..."
Ziyu spoke word by word, but in Lin Wanwan's ears, his voice had already turned into Su Jingqian's deep and sweet voice.
In an instant, she seemed to see him standing in front of her, looking at her with a half-smile with those bewitching peach blossom eyes, and said warmly: "Whatever you want to do, just do it, don't worry about what happens next. Don’t wrong yourself, I have everything.”
