Abandoned Daughter from a Noble Family: Poison to the World

Manshu played with a big pomegranate in her hand and crossed her legs.

"I think Yang Guanyin is even better. When she was still in the Shuntian Marquis Mansion, she had Chen Xingyuan under her thumb. Even if she did something wrong to Chen Xingyuan, she would pay it back that day."

Yang Guanyin in this life has not yet entered the center of power.

Su Wanqing peeled off the pomegranate in her hand. The fruit was as big as a fist and its skin was as bright as fire. It slid down along the edge, and with a slight lift, the pomegranate with full grains inside was revealed.

It is crystal clear and exudes a sweet fruity aroma. From a distance, the fruit looks like fine agate.

"Yang Guanyin is indeed smarter."

Su Wanqing peeled two plates of pomegranates and put them on crystal fruit plates. One was for Manman to eat when he returned from school, and the other was called Shu Yu and was brought to Xisu.

She peeled and ate it herself, the sticky juices sliding down her fingers to her wrists, and dried up after a while, forming a sticky puddle.

"Chen Xingyuan is really a big fool. It would be great if he didn't care about it from the beginning and allowed Yang Guanyin to return to Yaowang Valley."

The giant web that was originally woven was disrupted by Chen Xingyuan. Su Wanqing was just worried that it would be a pity for Chen Xingyuan's good knife to fall into the hands of others.

"The knife is a good knife, but you think it should be broken if it's not in your hand?"

Throughout ancient and modern times, there is no younger and braver general than Chen Xingyuan.

He killed the enemy at the age of fifteen and wiped out the Yingtu rebel party that was causing trouble in Nanxiang in his first attack. He did it neatly and beautifully.

"Let's take a look at it first. The knife is so good that I feel a pity if it breaks."

Su Wanqing was really reluctant to kill Chen Xingyuan.

In troubled times, violence is used to fight violence. In the face of absolute force, everything is a joke.

Chen Xingyuan was the perfect sword that ended the troubled times in Yun Kingdom. Without her, Su Wanqing didn't know how long these repeated wars would last.

Maybe it's five years, maybe it's ten years, maybe it's twenty years longer.

A few days later, in the morning court, Su Wanqing issued an order to confiscate the surviving heirs of Ying Tu's party to the palace.

After Ying Tu died, Nanxiang lost the title of king. Su Wanqing did not want to cause trouble for himself, so he decided not to grant the title for the time being.

Subai had been in poor health for several days, coughing non-stop, and the handkerchiefs taken out by the maids who served him were all bloodshot.

"Father, this is the decoction prescribed by the imperial doctor. Please drink some."

Su Wanqing wore a light blue round collar robe and personally served the soup.

Su Bai had no doubt that she was there, so he fed her and took a sip.

"Your sister left again. She didn't even want to stay home for a few days when I was sick."

Su Bai is as obsessed with Chen Xingyuan as Crow is obsessed with gold.

In the past few days after being ill, Subai had become quite haggard, and the ignorant fourth young master did not dare to be near him. Every time he followed Chen Mengyu after saying good morning, he would run away with oil on his soles.

"My sister is like this to my wife, she just doesn't know how to express it. My father has always wanted my sister to become a general, and she must want to use the facts to comfort her father."

Speaking of Chen Mengyu, Su Bai began to feel sad again, "She didn't even want to call me father."

Su Wanqing cursed in his heart that the old man was about to die and was full of nonsense.

Chen Xingyuan can become what he is today, no matter who is in the Shuntian Hou Mansion.

But she still tried to persuade her with good words, "It is said that when you stand at thirty, your sister will understand the painstaking efforts of her father and his wife when she passes away."

"hope so."

Subai sighed and looked at the chirping birds outside the window with dim eyes, "Qing'er, I'm tired, you can go back."

Su Wanqing said goodbye. Not long after leaving, Su Bai spit out the medicine he drank and called out the secret guard hiding in the dark room.

"With such a good daughter, if you eat a bowl of meat a day, it won't be long before my illness becomes real."

The secret guard was surprised, "Master, these decoctions are not poisonous."

Su Bai, who was originally suspicious, also began to be surprised. Since Wang Can's death, he felt that his beloved daughter was not as obedient as he expected.

The same virtue as her dead mother.

The secret guard added: "My subordinates have carefully inspected all the incense and utensils around the Marquis, and found no traces of poisoning. They are even more careful about the things they put into their mouths. Someone is responsible for testing the poison every time."

"That's weird."

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Yang Guanyin came out this time to solve the most important issue, the Lovesickness Gu, and returned to Yaowang Valley.

Bo Luohui held various candied dried fruits bought from outside in his hand and ate them while walking.

Outside the Yaowang Valley is a suspension bridge about a hundred feet long. The real Yaowang Valley is still hidden in the clouds and mist.

This area is hot and poisonous, and there are many poisonous vines climbing on the bridge, and all kinds of strange poisonous things are climbing on the suspension bridge.

Bo Luohui stepped on a leaf, and the dead thing instantly came to life, fluttering its wings. Before it could fly far, it was caught by a long tongue hiding in the vines, and became its meal.

"Young Master, it's difficult for you to get through here with a cane, so I'll carry you on my back."

Bo Luohui rolled up the dried candied fruit, wrapped it tightly in a bag, and twisted it to his chest.

Yang Guanyin did not refuse and handed a pair of crutches to Bo Luohui. As usual, she lay on Bo Luohui's back and put her hands around her neck.

Bo Luo returned to carrying the young master on her back, and adjusted her position slightly to ensure that the young master would not fall. Then she put the crutches in her hands and walked across the suspension bridge step by step.

Yang Xiangsi's most precious granddaughter was her, her closest bloodline in the world. She had already received the tip and was waiting in front of Yaowang Valley.

"Valley Master, Young Master, she is asleep."

After traveling for days, she was indeed tired, and there were some other poisonous insects in her body, so it was reasonable for Yang Guanyin to feel sleepy.

The owner of the valley was wearing a light brown bun, and his hair was neatly styled, with no hair exposed.

"Just come back."

She returned her hand from Boluo and took the crutch, feeling extremely relieved.

The poor kid finally got lucky.

The Yaowang Valley is composed of five large and small mountains. Between the mountains is a plain used for farming. All transportation is done by ox carts, which is relatively slow.

The owner of the valley lives at the foot of a mountain in the middle.

Many years ago, it was the residence of Yang Xiangsi and her daughter.

Now that Yang Guanyin is back, the house where Yang Yuwen originally lived has been given to her.

In front of the green medicinal hut, there are fiery red and gorgeous southern dzi beads planted. They are full of fruits, like red fruit beads, and the round beads are strung together.

Several cranes were pacing in front of the courtyard. When they saw Bo Luohui, they all fluttered their wings and flew away.

"You and Guanyin both need to rest first. We'll talk about other things later."

The owner of the valley covered Yang Guanyin with a quilt. The climate in the valley was different from that outside, and it was colder in the mountains.

Bo Luohui brought a brazier and covered it with a wire cage.

"it is good."

Seeing that the young master was sleeping peacefully, Bo Luo happily returned to his home halfway up the mountain. With a bang, he opened up the pile of tiles outside the home, grabbed a basket of scorpions, fried them thoroughly in the oil pan, and mixed them with Chili powder, eaten with relish.

I fell asleep and woke up at noon on the second day.

Yang Guanyin was taken to the medicinal spring by the owner of the valley to recuperate.

In addition to medicinal materials, Yaowang Valley also has the treasure of medicinal springs.

The spring is fifty paces wide and is an extremely rounded round soup pool. The ancestors dug a channel from the ground. They originally wanted to draw some hot spring water to keep out the cold, but they didn't expect to dig out a medicinal spring that can heal the body.

Any wound, big or small, can be healed immediately by just soaking half a cup of tea in it.

Surrounded by rugged rocks on the shore, it is simple and primitive. Only a slightly higher stone coffee table has been repaired where the clothes are piled. The four corners are carved with geckos, centipedes, poisonous snakes, scorpions, and a toad in the middle.

"It's a little painful to put the gu in there, please bear with it, my dear grandson."

Yang Xiangsi cut her granddaughter's fingertip with a dagger and squeezed out a drop of black-purple blood.

She took out a small gourd from her sleeve and poured out a little light yellow powder, right near the wound.

Not long after, Yang Guanyin felt that the Gu worms began to move, crawling along the meridians in his body to the tips of his fingers.

There were three Gu in total. They were soft and soft. They had fought with red bean bugs inside their bodies before, and one of them had half of his body bitten off.

Yang Xiangsi packed the Gu worms in a gourd and continued to stuff them back into her sleeves.

"My dear grandson, just soak here for a while. It will stop hurting after a while."

As long as the person is not dead, she has a solution.

Yang Guanyin slipped into the water, only showing a pair of eyes, and nodded slightly.