The cool breeze blew and the treetops rustled.
Like a cry of grief.
Xing Nanye lowered his eyes and laughed foolishly.
After a while, he raised his eyes and said quietly: "I will help you get the exquisite gallbladder."
Su Ruotang narrowed his eyes: "Xing Nanye, have you lost your mind again?"
Taking outsiders to dig the tombs of his ancestors, if he hadn't had cerebral thrombosis for decades, he probably wouldn't have been able to do it.
Xing Nanye concealed the sadness in his eyes: "King Nanchen is so ambitious that he sent people to Xingming several times. If my Xingming Gu technique hadn't been able to suppress Nanchen, I'm afraid Xingming would have been annexed by Nanchen long ago."
He looked at Mo Ronyan steadily: "Third Prince, I can take you to get the exquisite gallbladder, but you must agree to my request."
Mo Ronyan looked cold and indifferent: "Tell me."
"During your lifetime, protect Xingming and never harm the people of Xingming."
He knew that Xingming was small in area and weak in national power.
Being able to make Nan Chen and Dong Qi fear each other for thousands of years was all a matter of a single hand of Gu.
But Nanchen's ambition is gradually exposed. He will injure the enemy a thousand times and lose eight hundred to himself, and he can definitely win Xingming.
And Dong Qi has Su Ruotang, and the poison and medicine are not weak.
It is no longer difficult for the army to conquer Xingming.
Su Ruotang devoted herself to Mo Rongyan and wanted to get her affection, unless she used the amnesia Gu.
But he was not sure that he could successfully cast the poison.
After all, he had not succeeded in raising the Gu insect.
The other way is to become friends with Mo Rongyan.
Take them to the imperial mausoleum and use the exquisite gallbladder to draw out the cold Gu in his body.
The third prince of Dongqi promised to save his life, and Mo Ronyan was too embarrassed to drive him away again.
He can go with them to Dongqi.
If you can't get Su Ruotang, you have to accept Mo Rongyan.
He was smart and chose to save Mo Ronyan.
Mo Rongyan nodded: "Okay."
He had no idea of annexing Xing Ming.
Nor will Nan Chen be allowed to annex Xing Ming.
King Nanchen was cruel and the people of Nanchen were miserable.
If Nanchen hadn't been able to poison people, Dongqi's army would have laid waste to Nanchen's capital three years ago.
After he gets rid of the cold poison and returns to Dongqi, he must solve Nan Chen's serious problem.
Xing Nanye glanced at the man in black behind him: "Stay in the forest for cover."
"Yes, Your Highness." More than ten people responded respectfully.
Xing Nanye raised his eyes and looked into the distance, squinting his eyes, "Is that the black butterfly in the Jingzhou mountains and forests raised by you?"
He didn't look at Su Ruotang, but everyone knew that he was asking about Su Ruotang.
Su Ruotang's beautifully trimmed fingertips suddenly pinched into the palm of her hand.
She pursed her lips and her eyes flickered.
Xing Nanye... guessed that she had raised Gu butterflies?
Pursing her lips, Su Ruotang was about to say no.
Xing Nanye suddenly turned around and looked at her steadily, "What is the origin of that butterfly?"
He looked through all the books but could not find the origin of the black butterfly.
Su Ruotang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and casually said, "I don't know either. I found it on a poisonous weed."
Xing Nanye's eyes lit up: "Can I take a look at it?"
Su Ruotang thought for a while and slowly raised his hand.
As she raised her hand, her sleeves moved slightly.
A white butterfly with three golden and red lace wings crawled out of her sleeve and landed on the tip of her middle finger.
The wings flap lightly, beautifully.
Xing Nanye was attracted to the Gu butterfly: "Why is it white?"
Su Ruotang casually made an excuse: "Well, it was naughty and insisted on playing in the mud, so it dyed itself black."
Xing Nanye: "..."
He looked at her faintly: "Do you think I believe it?"
Su Ruotang blinked: "Is there a rule that butterflies can't play in mud?"
A clear smile rolled down Mo Rongyan's throat: "No."
He stretched out his finger and tapped the Gu butterfly's wings.
The Gu butterfly stretched out its tentacles, rubbed his fingertips affectionately, flapped its wings, and landed on the back of Mo Ronyan's hand.
Xing Nanye squinted at Gu Butterfly.
There was surprise and confusion in his eyes.
The Gu butterfly raised by Xingming's ancestors a hundred years ago was white in color and only the size of a quail egg.
This wing has patterns and is about one circle larger than a duck egg.
Apart from the fact that they are both butterflies, they have nothing to do with the Gu butterflies described in the book.
He stared at it for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand, "The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is."
"Don't touch!" Su Ruotang's pupils shrank and she spoke quickly.
The next moment, seeing that his fingertips were about to touch the Gu butterfly, Xing Nanye suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He instinctively retracted his fingers and backed away quickly.
"Come back." Mo Ronyan shouted coldly, flew towards Xing Nanye's Gu butterfly, and paused.
It flapped its wings and slowly flew back into Su Ruotang's sleeve.
Su Ruotang breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear, and glared at Xing Nanye with anger on his face, "You were born in Xingming for nothing, don't you even understand that you can't touch any living thing casually?"
Xing Nanye's soft eyes stared closely at her sleeves, with a sad look on her face, "Then why can he touch her?"
Su Ruotang rolled her eyes: "He is my husband. He can touch everything I own, not to mention the butterflies I raise."
Xing Nanye felt an old blood clot in his heart.
I was almost silenced by a butterfly, and now I was stuffed with a mouthful of dog food.
He came up to me, what was he trying to do?
He snorted coldly, rolled up his sleeves and turned around to leave.
Su Ruotang dragged Mo Ronyan and followed with a smile.
The further you go, the heavier the mist becomes in the forest.
The sounds of insects and birds gradually disappeared.
The sound of water flowing became clearer and louder.
Su Ruotang pursed her lips tightly and straightened her cheeks.
As she went deeper, the woods became denser and denser, and her soft and warm palms were soaked with a thin layer of sweat.
Mo Ronyan felt her nervousness, took her hand, gently wiped the sweat from her palm, and said softly: "This is not an underground river, it's okay."
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her throat felt a little swollen and painful, "Ayan, I will definitely get the exquisite gallbladder."
Mo Ronyan nodded: "My little Haitang is the most powerful."
Xing Nanye also noticed that Su Ruotang was too nervous.
He said quietly: "Beautiful sister."
Su Ruotang was stunned when he suddenly heard this long-lost title.
Xing Nanye curled her lips softly, holding the jade pendant on her waist with her fingertips, her voice was like a warbler's cry, "Pretty sister, I want to drink the fresh milk porridge you made."
Su Ruotang pouted: "It was your nanny who cooked it, not me."
Hearing the words "nanny daddy", Xing Nanye's soft fox eyes darkened.
He pursed his lips and subconsciously clenched the jade pendant in his hand, "Beautiful sister, please leave a trace in your life so that we can meet again in the future."
He is two months younger than Su Ruotang, so it is normal to call her sister.
But daddy...
Oh, after regaining his consciousness, these two words couldn't come out of his mouth.
The tension in Su Ruotang's heart dissipated a little.
She raised her red lips and smiled: "You already call me beautiful sister, why don't you recognize me as daddy?"
Xing Nanye: "..."
The days when I lost my mind suddenly appeared in my mind.
How he stayed by Mo Ronyan's bed, wanting to sleep with him, and even asking him to coax him to sleep...
He still dare not recall those unbelievable behaviors.
He felt that that memory must have been forced into his mind by someone else.
At this moment, Mo Rongyan's voice, as clear and smooth as cold jade, penetrated into his ears, "Be good, call me Daddy, and I'll make you some fresh milk porridge."
