When the sun set, Nalan Fengjin stayed in the Nanjiang Inn. After dinner, the sun had completely set and the moon gradually climbed up the willow branches. Nalan Fengjin stayed in the house and refused to come out.
Nanjiang Inn is the largest inn in Lincheng. Lincheng is the most prosperous city in the world today except Tianque City in Kyoto. The largest inn is indeed extraordinary. In the grand courtyard, there are not only small bridges, flowing water, pavilions and pavilions, but also the place where you live. It is divided into several classes. In addition to ordinary guest rooms, there are also independent garden courtyards and elegant and secluded attics. Jiang Biluo arranged it very well. Nalan Fengjin never likes to treat himself badly, so he chose a secluded but spacious attic to live in. , all the rooms around the attic are empty for the time being, except for Nalan Fengjin, who is very satisfied with this.
The night is sultry, sitting alone on the attic looking at the rising stars in the sky, holding a chicken leg in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, eating meat and drinking wine, it's so comfortable.
After eating and drinking, I burped, and then I went into the house with great satisfaction. I thought to myself that there would be a fight with Ling Yinglie tomorrow. I must take a good rest tonight to recuperate my energy, and fall asleep as soon as I close my eyes. passed.
When Nalan Fengjin was lying down, he felt someone outside the window, but ignored him.
She guessed right, there was Ling Yinglie outside the window. Ling Yinglie originally wanted to steal the antidote, but realized that the poison of autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves was not that simple, so he just felt around to see which house she lived in.
Nalan Fengjin didn't care at all, because the antidote for the fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind was not powder or pill at all.
On the second day, when the sun was high in the sky, Nalan Fengjin just got up. Although he had not slept well for half the night, he still walked out of the attic refreshed. When he was about to find the waiter to get him some food, he saw two waiters. The waiter told her that Ling Yinglie lived in the west courtyard.
She nodded and looked up to see Ling Yinglie standing in front of her.
They took Ling Yinglie directly into the inner courtyard.
Nalan Fengjin said calmly: "This poison is difficult to cure. It requires continuous acupuncture and medication for fifteen days."
Ling Yinglie asked in a depressed voice, "What will happen after being poisoned?"
Nalan Fengjin replied: "In the early stage, the whole body will be itchy, and in the later stage, the whole body will be full of ulcers. You will see a good person melting away in front of you."
Ling Ying hurriedly looked at the hand that had just held her, and sure enough she found that starting from the palm and moving up her arm, there was a strange red color. There were many small red bumps hidden in the whole arm, and it had begun to itch.
"Why did you inject such strong poison?" Ling Yinglie looked at him.
"I usually don't poison. If I do, it's not a simple poison." Nalan Fengjin replied.
"You are not famous for being a poisonous person." Ling Yinglie said.
"You wouldn't recognize him even if he's not famous." Nalan Fengjin raised his eyebrows.
Ling Yinglie took a deep breath and asked sullenly: "Will you help me detoxify?" Ling Yinglie was not sure because everyone in the world knew that the Phoenix Sect Master was a difficult person to deal with. .
Nalan Fengjin didn't pay attention to his yin and yang aura. He took out a small pill, handed it to Ling Yinglie and said, "This is the first antidote. You should take it first."
Ling Yinglie took it over, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but sneer as he looked at the antidote in his hand. He is a master of poison, and no one has competed with him for so many years, but this legend was broken by the woman in front of him.
Nalan Fengjin said: "Sit down and roll up your sleeves."
Ling Ying sat down forbearingly and lifted up her sleeves.
Nalan Fengjin took out a cloth bag from his arms, unfolded it, took out the silver needle for acupuncture, and applied a few needles on the acupuncture points of his poisoned arm. The abnormal color of his arm gradually faded away, leaving only the palm of his hand that was still dark. red.
Nalan Fengjin said: "Take the antidote."
Ling Yinglie had no choice but to do so. Then he said solemnly: "I will follow you every day for half a month!" The tone was affirmative, and he was definitely not trying to win Nalan Fengjin's consent.
Nalan Fengjin nodded and said without comment: "Bi Luo, arrange this young master and his people in my courtyard."
Then he left with his hands behind his back. In fact, Nalan Fengjin is not that disgusted with Ling Yinglie. He has a high reputation in the world and is not a treacherous person. He is just forced by the imperial concubine. When she goes back in the future, she will not embarrass Ling Ying. Damn, let him just be a charlatan.
As long as the Ling family doesn't do evil things, she will never be embarrassed. She just wants peace in the world. Don't shed any blood that doesn't need to be shed.
Ling Yinglie didn't refute, and settled down quietly. Several days passed in the blink of an eye.
On the fourth day of poisoning, Nalan Fengjin went out, and Ling Yinglie naturally followed him.
It was originally a clear sky when they went out, but when they arrived in the suburbs, it was covered with clouds. Ling Yinglie followed Nalan Fengjin all the way to Guishan Temple, which was located deep in the mountains.
Guishan Temple is a Taoist temple, but it is located in a very remote place. There are dense bamboo forests all the way to the winding path, and the sky is cloudy, so there is something dark and strange under the bamboo forest. Silently all the way, the two of them used Qinggong to climb over two mountains before arriving at Guishan Temple.
Guishan Temple is located halfway up the mountain. The mountain is so steep that anyone looking from a distance would marvel at how this house was built on the middle of the mountain.
If Nalan Fengjin hadn't led the way, Ling Yinglie wouldn't have been able to find the way to this Taoist temple.
Ling Yinglie was still wondering at first, could it be that the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple and the pilgrims who came here to offer incense were all capable of Qinggong?
Only when we arrived at the Taoist Temple did we know that there is a dock at the foot of the mountain. There are stone steps from the dock all the way to the Taoist temple. There is a small boat at the dock that leads directly to Lincheng. On weekdays, pilgrims come by boat. Only weird people like Nalan Fengjin come here. He would take her through the dense forest and fly over the cliffs like a bird and beast. Ling Yinglie thought of this and secretly curled her lips.
Nalan Fengjin neither burned incense nor paid homage, but took Ling Yinglie around to the other side of the mountain. Along a path that could only be walked alone, he walked to the top of the mountain in zigzags. Looking up, I saw a small four-cornered pavilion on the top of the mountain.
At this moment, there were four big men outside the pavilion guarding the place that must be passed to the pavilion. A person in the pavilion was casually leaning on the pavilion pillars and looking into the distance where they came from. Ling Yinglie recognized this person at just one glance. Who is Su Jinrui, the second son of the Su family in Lincheng?
