The Evil Emperor's Favorite: The Sickly and Poisonous Concubine Goes Crazy

Half a month later, Song Ci'an went to the pharmacy.

Ji Chen strode quickly into the medicine room.

"Xiao Qi! Xiao Qi!"

"Big Brother, Xiao Qi is not here with you today?"

As soon as he entered the room, he frowned and shouted inside. When there was no response for a long time, he turned to look at Song Ci'an, who was fiddling with herbs in front of the medicine furnace with his head down, and asked.

Recently, Xiao Qi has been possessed by some kind of devil. He studies medicine with his senior brother every day and wishes he could live in his pharmacy. If he wants to find Xiao Qi, he can go to his senior brother's place.

Song Ci'an didn't even raise his head and pointed to the corner:

"There it is."

Ji Chen looked in the direction she pointed, his eyes suddenly widened, and he saw Su Jingning sleeping in the corner, covered by a pile of medical books, with messy hair and looking exhausted.

"You abused her?"

Ji Chen looked at Song Ci'an with disbelief on his face.

Seeing her like this, she looked somewhat familiar. When Xiao Qi first became a disciple, although she looked like a delicate and soft little girl, she was actually very stubborn. In order not to disgrace the title of Mo Linyuan's inner disciple, she would hide and practice extra exercises every day after completing the homework assigned by the master, and she often looked like this now. But because of this, Xiao Qi, who was already extremely talented, became the fastest-improving among the brothers and sisters.

Song Ci'an turned his head and glanced at the corner, shook his head, and sneered: "Who dares to abuse this ancestor?"

Then he walked up to her, picked up the bamboo slips on the ground, pushed the girl's shoulder with the bamboo slips, narrowed his eyes, and his clear voice was filled with a bit of disgust.

"Get up, go back to your yard and sleep."

Ever since this girl said he would try to find a way to detoxify Gu Yan'an, she has been coming to his place every day when she has nothing to do, watching him making and testing drugs, running around like she's almost trying it herself, wishing he could make the antidote right away.

Su Jingning woke up in a daze, his mind still not quite clear. He stood up to stretch his muscles and was about to go out when Ji Chen stopped him.

"Hey, Xiaoqi, wait a minute."

Ji Chen strode after her.

"If Third Senior Brother wants to find someone to practice with, I won't accompany you. Go find Senior Sister." Su Jingning yawned, pushed away his hand on his shoulder, and walked towards his own yard.

Ji Chen thought of his senior sister's deadly and ruthless methods, and immediately frowned as he explained.

"Brother, I'm not here to practice with you today. I want to ask you for help with something."

"Tomorrow, the disciples of Wumen Qianhui Academy will take the Yuan exam and have to break through the Yanshan formation. The elders who are guarding the formation are out and can't come back in time. I don't trust others to guard the formation. You are the most familiar with the Yanshan formation. If you are free tomorrow, can you help me guard the Yanshan formation?"

Su Jingning waved his hand and nodded: "Got it, I'll go tomorrow."

Then, feeling sleepy, he walked into the yard.

As soon as she entered the yard, she saw a dark shadow on the camellia tree. It was a dark blue-brown falcon, with sharp eyes and a vigilant look at Su Jingning standing under the tree, with its head raised, as cold and arrogant as its master.

"Ayo!"

Su Jingning's eyes lit up and he called softly to the falcon on the tree.

The kestrel heard her voice, flapped its wings, and fell from the camellia tree, landing on the rattan rocking chair under the tree.

Su Jingning walked closer to it, stroked it gently, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Thank you for your hard work, Ayu."

Then he took a small bamboo tube from its feet and unfolded the note inside.

The handwriting on the note was vigorous and powerful:

"We won the battle of Xilang Pass. I am safe. Don't worry."

She looked at the familiar few words, and they soothed the worries in her heart.

The war in the northern border was tense and he had no time to focus on other things. However, he was still afraid that she would worry, so he asked Ayou to send her letters regularly. Although they were just a few words, they could make her feel at ease for a long time.

Su Jingning put the note away, gave Ayu some dried meat, and watched it eat.

This falcon was raised by A Yan and named A You. Falcons are extremely smart and sharp animals, so it remembered her after seeing her several times in the Eastern Territory. After A Yan went to the Northern Territory, it kept following her. Later, when she returned to Mo Linyuan, it disappeared for a while. The terrain of Mo Linyuan is strange, and it is guarded by formations. She thought it could not enter Mo Linyuan and went back to the Northern Territory. Unexpectedly, after some time, it found her with A Yan's letter.

After eating the dried meat, the falcon flew over the yard and circled a few times, whistled at her a few times, and then disappeared.

Su Jingning looked up at it, knowing that it was about to go back. Seeing that it had not come back, she went into the house.

The battle of Xilang Pass was won, and the battle in the northern border should be over soon.

The next day, Mo Linyuan went to Yanshan.

Today is the final day for the disciples of Qianhui Academy of Mo Linyuan Wumen to take the final exam. Qianhui Academy has a total of 18 disciples, who have been in Wumen for three years and have the highest qualifications in Wumen. Those who can pass the Yanshan formation today will pass the final exam and get Mo Linyuan's Wuji Order, and their names will be on Mo Linyuan's ink book.

Only when Mo Linyuan's outer disciples obtain the Wuji Order and have their names engraved in ink, can they be truly recognized by Mo Linyuan. No matter where they are in the future, they can always be blessed and protected by Mo Linyuan.

The martial arts disciples' entrance examination is a big event in the Yuan. In front of Yanshan, there are many disciples, not only those newly-joined martial arts disciples, but also the disciples of Wen Palace. In the middle of the square, there are two teams of young men and women in blue martial arts uniforms, each with a red waist badge hanging around their waist, holding various weapons. Each of them has a heroic temperament, with a youthful chivalrous spirit between their eyebrows, looking at the gate of Yanshan eager to try.

Mu Xi was wearing a light blue disciple uniform. She was tall, her black hair was tied with a light blue headband, and she held a sword with her hands behind her back. Her delicate facial features, which already had some heroic spirit, now had a bit more of a refreshing chivalrous spirit. She stood among the disciples of Qianhui Academy, looked up at the people on the viewing platform, and as she glanced at the people on the platform, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

There is no junior master from the back mountain. Didn’t Nanfeng say that she went back to Yuan?

Since the day she entered the abyss, the legend of the junior master in the back mountain has been well-known. It would be great if she had the opportunity to meet such a brilliant genius. It was a pity that she had been a disciple of Mo Lingyuan for three years but had never seen her. It was said that the most bizarre and confusing formation in Yanshan that they were going to break into today, the Yanshan Seven Formations, was created by her.