Transmigrated into the daughter of the prime minister, and thrived in space

In order to avoid falling asleep again, he did not eat or drink for a day and a night, and even did not light the sleeping incense that he burned every night, but...

Where did I go that day, who did I meet, what did I touch... every scene, every person, every object flashed through my mind.

I've been thinking about it until my head hurts, but I still can't figure it out.

He supported his head with one hand and knocked on the table with the other. His closed eyes slightly opened and he saw Qing Lingping slowly walking in.

Feng Mucheng glanced at her and chatted, "Ping'er, you usually don't sleep well, but you were sleeping soundly last night. Did you use the magic item?"

"I'll check later who was on duty that day. I wonder if it was the credit of the imperial kitchen or the achievement of my tribute tea department... When I find it, the king will reward me generously." Qing Lingping nodded and saluted. Her usually cold face contained a faint smile, like the newly blooming goose yellow leaves on the branches in February.

Feng Mucheng smiled and said quietly, "It's time to reward them according to their merits."

Qing Lingping stood up, holding the teapot, and brewed tea like a picture. Her movements were soft and powerful, elegant and delicate.

Watching her calmly making tea, Feng Mucheng had a faint smile on his lips, but his hand holding the teacup suddenly stopped, causing the water in the cup to splash out, and he sighed.

"There have been many things going on recently. That bitch An Yan turned out to be a spy for Daxin. She hid for many years and went undetected. Even though her body was cut into pieces, the anger in her heart could not be relieved. She was rescued before the execution."

"I believe the gods are protecting you and don't want blood to be seen on your birthday. Later, the king will surely have a plan to deal with Daxin and his gang." Qing Lingping lowered her eyes, and the coldness that was condensed on her eyelashes faded away.

There was a flickering light and shadow on Feng Musheng's face, and the smile at the corner of his lips was as faint as the clouds in the sky.

"Go back!"

Qing Lingping Fuli retreated.

After leaving the hall, Qing Lingping spread out her palm, revealing a petal-shaped pill.

When she was making tea, she took the magnolia flowers from the vase on the table.

……

Wujia sat cross-legged on the bed, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. There was a small table next to him filled with food, and a pile of garbage on the floor.

Ye Qingyuan leaned against the door frame, his eyes full of contempt, "Are you planning to eat your entire life's worth of food at once? As if you have a hump on your back?"

"What can I do when I meet a master like you? Why don't I eat while there is food? I'm not stupid. Maybe I won't be allowed to have dinner." Wujia stuffed food into his mouth, but it did not stop him from chattering.

Ye Qingyuan's face flashed with embarrassment, and he chewed the licorice twice, "I really can't eat it! I have a mission!"

"Oh! Heaven! Earth! I can't live like this when I meet an unreliable master! Woo woo woo!" Wujia stretched out his legs, which were originally crossed, and waved his arms and slapped his legs, crying and wailing: "My poor stomach! One meal hungry, one meal full..."

Ye Qingyuan's head hurt from being yelled at. He scratched his head and shouted, "Is this ever going to end? It's so annoying!"

Wujia pursed her lips in grievance, tears welling up in her eyes, and looked at Ye Qingyuan pitifully.

Yu Xiaoqiao was just walking to the door when she saw this scene. She couldn't help but sigh, "The best actor! Wu Jia, such a talent is really buried! If he was born at the right time, he would be like Bao Jiang or Cui Hua if not Wu Mengda!"

Although Wujia didn't quite understand, the words "born at the right time" deeply touched his aggrieved heart, "Sister Xiaoqiao, please take care of my master! He only lets the horse run without giving it grass... Tonight's dinner is ruined again!"

Wujia said this while still eating, with pastry crumbs hanging from his lips.

Yu Xiaoqiao thought about the sad things a thousand times, but she couldn't help laughing, "Wujia, be careful of indigestion!"

The licorice at the corners of Ye Qingyuan's mouth fluttered and flew as he laughed.

Wu Da's mouth, which was full of food, froze for a moment, and he shouted with despair, "A family of evil masters!" Then, he stuffed more food into his mouth in a hurry.

Ye Qingyuan grabbed him by the neck and walked out.

Li Lingyan was already waiting for them in the courtyard.

Yu Xiaoqiao handed him a bag of food and said, "Eat on the way!"

Li Lingyan took it and said, "Don't worry!"

Yu Xiaoqiao watched them go away, but she couldn't feel relieved.

She exhaled lightly and saw Lao Mu pacing in circles in the yard, as if thinking about something.

Yes!

How could the powder that can break witchcraft not work?

How about getting back the Rakshasa Ring!

Yu Xiaoqiao glanced at the window opposite and saw a figure inside the window sitting in front of the desk, motionless for two hours.

The next day, Yu Xiaoqiao woke up and Si Wenming was still awake.

For two days, he locked himself in the room to sort out his thoughts.

Two days later, Li Lingyan and the other two brought back even greater difficulties and doubts.

All we found out was that Li Mochen spent the first three years wandering and begging, and then he disappeared without leaving any trace.

All the beggars who had seen him died a year ago.

All clues are gone.

When everyone was in low spirits, bad news came one after another.

There is a major earthquake in the political situation in the northern border.

Two days ago, half of the lines buried in the northern border were pulled out overnight.

Silent, yet powerful, steady, ruthless and accurate.

Like holding a roster.

Everyone became more confused and in a worse mood.

All actions, all people...seem to be exposed to the sun.

Could it be that Feng Musheng has the ability to predict the future?

But, there is absolutely no such witchcraft!

Yu Xiaoqiao and Si Wenming once sneaked into the palace and tried to use the mind-reading butterfly to spy on Feng Muchong's secrets.

Diezi was unable to get close to Feng Musheng, as there seemed to be a barrier around him.

Everything is so confusing.

Yu Xiaoqiao fell on the table with her head buried in her arms.

Si Wenming supported his forehead with one hand, frowned, and thought deeply.

Li Lingyan was curled up in the armchair, yawning continuously with a gloomy look on his face.

Yu Xiaoqiao suddenly thought of something, stood up abruptly, and ran out to find Lao Mu.

One person and one dog were locked in the house and had not even had lunch.

Yu Xiaoqiao looked at the paper filled with words and eliminated them one by one.

"A spy turning against us, a spy among spies?" Yu Xiaoqiao's brows hardened into lead blocks.

It was rare that Lao Mu did not pace anxiously. Instead, he sat on the table like a human being, staring at the paper full of words and analyzing.

"Si Wenming has investigated everyone, including those who were arrested. It doesn't look like the army is collapsing from within. It looks more like an airstrike, with pre-set targets and precision strikes."

Yu Xiaoqiao's eyes were filled with dark clouds, "If it wasn't a betrayal, then how did Feng Mucheng know about it in advance?"

"But there is absolutely no such witchcraft in Northern Xinjiang, I am sure of that!" Lao Mu looked at her seriously with his black dog eyes and said firmly.

Yu Xiaoqiao stared at the small tripod in her hand and blurted out, "Could it be that he, too... traveled through time?"

"This... is... possible?" Lao Mu nodded the dog's head and smacked his lips.

Yu Xiaoqiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and her gaze stopped on the small Yu Ding. "The truth depends on you!"

Yu Xiaoqiao did not go to eat dinner, but stayed in the house, studying.

Yu Xiaoqiao took out all the books that she had found when she encountered the Heart-Eating Butterfly last time, and began to study the Eight Trigrams, Six Yao, wormholes, time and space...

A day and a night later, I received even more depressing news.