Time travel is risky, and love requires caution

Du Jingshan shook his head:

"The witch doctor never mentioned it, and I didn't dare to ask."

"If she doesn't want to talk, there's no point in asking." Pei Chufeng seemed to be telling Du Jingshan but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"When did you become the disciple of the great witch doctor?" Du Jingshan asked.

"When I was very young, about three or four years old, I was in poor health at that time, and my father asked the great witch doctor to come down from the mountain to treat me. But the master was stubborn and would not give face to anyone. My father had no choice but to send me to the foot of the mountain and force her to go down. After waiting for several days, I was almost dying. In the end, the master came down the mountain, but she said that she would only treat diseases and not save lives for the poor, and only save lives and not treat diseases for the powerful. I was a powerful person, so my life could be saved once, but she would not make an exception to treat the disease. I didn't know where I got the strength and courage at the time. I struggled to kneel down and kowtowed to call the master, and then blackmailed her by saying that I had already kowtowed, and everyone present knew that I was her apprentice, so she, as a master, had to take care of both the disease and the life. She thought I was small but interesting, so she accepted me as her apprentice and took me back to the mountain to treat my illness. Later, the master adjusted my body very well. Although the root of the disease could not be eliminated, I could live like an ordinary person. Therefore, my father also appointed the master as the great witch doctor of Nan Shen."

"The Third Prince actually had such an encounter with the great witch doctor when he was a child." Du Jingshan teased him with a smile. Pei Chufeng had never seen Du Jingshan smile since he met him. It seemed that the Seventh Princess's health had improved, and his mood had also improved a lot.

The two chatted for a while, and seeing that it was getting late, Pei Chufeng said goodbye and went down the mountain.

After Pei Chufeng left, Ling Qiqi looked forward to news about Liu every day, but more than ten days had passed and there was no sign of Pei Chufeng, which made her a little anxious.

Ling Qiqi was tired of lying in bed all day. Her body had recovered a lot in recent days, so she asked Du Jingshan to help her get up and walk. She set a small goal for herself: to be able to go to the toilet by herself and poop in bed, she was satisfied. Her second small goal was to take a hot bath. She felt that she was already smelly, and the dirt on her body could probably be rubbed off.

Ling Qiqi, who finally completed the two small goals, felt refreshed. She recovered faster and was able to eat some dry food and pronounce a few simple syllables. However, Du Jingshan asked her to speak as little as possible before her throat was fully healed, so as not to delay recovery.

When Ling Qiqi had nothing to do, she would hold on to the edge of the bed and the corner of the table and try to walk down the stairs. When Du Jingshan saw this, he would always put down his work and run over to protect her, fearing that she would bump into something. Every time, he would hold on to Ling Qiqi and carry her back to the couch before she ran out of strength and fell.

Ling Qiqi really likes Du Jingshan's embrace. She doesn't know if it's because she felt his embrace many times when she was unconscious, and it was too familiar, so she subconsciously developed a kind of attachment to him, especially the smell on his body, which always made her feel safe.

Once Ling Qiqi couldn't help but ask him:

"You smell good?"

Du Jingshan's blushing habit came back again, and he answered awkwardly:

"It's probably the smell of medicine. I'm used to carrying some medicinal oil with me."

Ling Qiqi stretched out her hand and motioned Du Jingshan to bring the medicated oil. There were several bottles, all of which were the medicines he always prepared for her. She smelled them one by one, then took out a little of each medicine and mixed them together and smelled them, but none of them were the smell of Du Jingshan.

"Anything else?" Ling Qiqi asked unwillingly.

"No, I usually use soap nuts for washing clothes."

So Ling Qiqi asked Du Jingshan to help him get some soap beans and dip them in medicinal oil, but it was not the smell of Du Jingshan.

In the end, Ling Qiqi came to a shameless conclusion that she simply liked Du Jingshan's body scent.

On this day, Pei Chufeng finally came back, and the people he had sent out to track him had already returned to the Imperial Capital with news. They followed the person who had contacted Liu all the way to the capital of Beiwei, and saw that he had met a woman at the end. After much inquiry, they found out that this person was Wu from Chunhui Palace, the fifth princess's wet nurse, and also a close confidant of the queen.

Ling Qiqi was not surprised at the news. She could only poison people in the palace. The only palace that could be so fearless was Chunhui Palace. It was not certain whether it was the queen or the fifth princess, but it was the same to her. She would settle the account with the mother and the daughter at that time. But it was unknown whether there was someone behind the mother and the daughter. If there was, Ling Qiqi felt that it was probably related to the Ninth Prince. But if the queen really joined hands with the Ninth Prince, I am afraid that the royal family of Beiwei would be in a bloody storm.

However, Ling Qiqi is more worried about the Liu family now.

The second thing Pei Chufeng wanted to tell was about the Liu family.

The news just now was sent back two days ago. He originally wanted to go up the mountain to deliver the message the next day, but something happened at the inn that night. Someone assassinated Liu. Fortunately, the people he ambushed around the inn were alert and rescued Liu in time. Although Liu was stabbed, she was not in danger of death. He had arranged to transfer her to a safe place yesterday. Unfortunately, two guards of Beiwei died that night, and the assassin also committed suicide on the spot because of the failure of the plan. Because I had to deal with these things, I was delayed until today to go up the mountain.

Pei Chufeng didn't expect the people over there to act so quickly. His people had already rushed back to Nan Shen to report the news as quickly as possible. It was probably because they wasted some time to find out the details of the Wu family, which gave the other party an opportunity to take advantage of them. In addition, he was worried that if the assassin didn't go back to report, he was afraid that it would not be long before a second wave of people came to investigate and kill to silence him.

Ling Qiqi thought for a moment and said a few words to Pei Chufeng:

"Death row, substitute."

Unlike the clear voice of the Seventh Princess before, this voice was hoarse and low, which made people feel a little distressed.

Ling Qiqi wanted to speak again, but was stopped by Du Jingshan and Pei Chufeng.

Pei Chufeng said:

"I understand what you mean. I will try to find a female prisoner on death row. However, in order to deceive Beiwei's guards, it would be best to have Liu fake her death. We can say that Liu died of her injuries. After the coffin is buried, we will dig Liu out and replace the prisoner's body with the body of the prisoner on death row. When the second wave of people arrive, there will be no evidence. Even if we dig up the grave and perform an autopsy, the body will have rotted away long ago."

Ling Qiqi felt that Pei Chufeng had considered everything very carefully. However, whether he could fake his death and bury the body without anyone noticing, and whether he could dig out the coffin in time to replace the body was a technical problem.

Ling Qiqi took Pei Chufeng's hand and wrote the word "difficult" on the palm of his hand.

Pei Chufeng was being held by Ling Qiqi's little hand, and was tickled by her little fingers. He couldn't tell what she had written, and his face was full of shyness.

Seeing him like this, Ling Qiqi was so blinded by lust that she forgot about writing for a moment and even forgot to let go of his hand.

Du Jingshan sighed silently in his heart, pulled the Seventh Princess's hand back, then extended his hand to her and ordered:

"write to me."

Ling Qiqi finally came back to her senses and quickly wrote it again for Du Jingshan.

Although Du Jingshan recognized the word "difficult", he did not understand its meaning and gestured for her to write a few more words.

So Ling Qiqi wrote the word "death" on his palm and then drew a question mark.

There were naturally no punctuation marks in this era, but when Du Jingshan accompanied Ling Qiqi to learn acupuncture, he often saw her draw this symbol on the parts of the book that she didn't understand, so he knew what she meant.

Therefore, Du Jianshan asked Pei Chufeng:

"Third Prince, how do you plan to fake Liu's death?"