The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

The two stopped talking and looked at the person on the bed.

He grabbed Jiang Mengli's hand and she kept shouting, "Mom, don't go." It was heartbreaking to see.

"Don't go, don't go, I will always be with you..." With Jiang Mengli's comforting words, he gradually calmed down, but there was still a cloud of worry between his brows.

Such nightmares often accompany me, always invading me in the dead of night, and it is common to be woken up by them.

Jiang Mengli was not sure what the scene in the dream was, but she could feel that it was related to separation of life and death.

She gently pulled her hand away from her grasp, poured a cup of spiritual spring water and fed it to his mouth, "Open your mouth and drink a little. You will feel much better after drinking it."

The spiritual spring entered his mouth little by little. He swallowed subconsciously, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. A drop of spiritual spring flowed from the corner of his mouth, slowly sliding across his jaw and Adam's apple...

Jiang Mengli looked at the water droplets lingering on her neck, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she wiped the water droplets away with her fingers.

Her eyes moved to that handsome face, and her finger touched the soft and sexy lips. "This beautiful woman, full of life and fragrance, must be a femme fatale, really..."

Just when she was halfway through her words, the man suddenly bit her finger.

The fingertips were moist and warm, and when the tip of the tongue swept across them, a tingling sensation spread from the fingers to the heart.

Wen Mohan's long, fan-like eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his dark and handsome eyes to meet Jiang Mengli's slightly surprised eyes.

Jiang Mengli reacted and quickly retracted her finger, "Why did you bite my finger?"

"Who told you to be so dishonest?" Wen Mohan's voice was low and sweet, as if full of lust. "It's time to wash it. It's a bit salty."

As he said this, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth with a look of disgust, then threw it on the ground.

wash?

What is salty?

Jiang Mengli realized later that he was talking about his fingers, "Tsk, I even dislike your saliva."

He snorted coldly and walked to the basin, washing his hands vigorously with clean water.

dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door.

She opened the door, and Yun Jian peered inside, "How is the master doing now?"

"Look for yourself." Jiang Mengli did not stop him from entering the house.

He returned to the bed and began to remove the silver needle from his chest.

Because the pain disappeared, Wen Mohan's face became much redder, and Yun Jian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it.

"That's great, I'm glad you're alright." Yun Jian straightened his clothes for him. "Yun Ying just came to report that several doctors outside said there's nothing wrong with the medicine residue. It seems only the pills are problematic."

Wen Mohan narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, "Whether there is a problem or not, don't use his medicine anymore. Find out his background as soon as possible."

At this time, Jiang Mengli wrote down a prescription and walked to the bed and handed it to Yun Jian. "Here is the prescription. Boil three bowls of water into one bowl and drink it three times a day, morning, noon and evening."

Then he took out a bottle of medicine and said, "This is medicine to suppress the poison. If you feel like last night, take one pill. It will relieve the pain."

Yun Jian took it doubtfully, then asked, "How long will it take to heal?"

get well?

She didn't say it would heal.

These medicines have no way of curing the disease, they can only suppress and alleviate it.

Jiang Mengli's expression was slightly solemn. "I said it was to relieve the pain and prevent the poison from spreading. The poison he was infected with is quite difficult to cure. The antidote requires dozens of herbs, and it won't be solved by taking it once or twice."

This remark caused Wen Mohan and the other man to fall into silence.

They also consulted many famous doctors from all over the country, but most of them were helpless.

Although there are solutions to some problems, some medicinal herbs cannot be found.

Seeing the two of them in a depressed mood, Jiang Mengli comforted them, "As long as you're not dying, you can take your time. Don't worry. You must massage your legs every day, otherwise they will atrophy."

She gave a few brief instructions and then left Yatingyuan.

After her figure completely disappeared, Yun Jian couldn't help but curse, "Just thinking about it makes me angry. If it weren't for the threat of being buried with you, you might really be a corpse now. How could she be so heartless?"

Wen Mohan propped himself up and stood up, leaning against the head of the bed, squinting his eyes and looking outside the room indifferently, and said in a deep voice:

"As long as my life is tied to hers, I'm not afraid of her ruthlessness. We can be considered to have stumbled upon a helper."

……

Jiang Mengli thought of the many delicious foods that Kong Kong had mentioned before, so she took Lingqiao out of the mansion and prepared to go for a walk on the street.

Although Kong Kong is small, her stomach is a bottomless pit. She can convert the movement of eating into spiritual energy and spread it into space through her wings.

This is also a good thing for Jiang Mengli. After all, when there is abundant spiritual energy, the medicinal materials in the medicine field will grow better.

"Pancakes, delicious pancakes..."

"Steamed buns, big meat buns, steamed buns..."

"Don't miss the sweet and delicious sugarcane if you pass by..."

The lively hawking sounds do not make people feel noisy, but rather make people feel happy.

Kong Kong was busy making medicine in the space, and was very excited after peeking at the scene outside.

"Master, buns, I want big meat buns, pancakes, and those... wow... so many foods, I want them all..."

"Where's the money?"

"Money? Uh... Damn, no money."

Jiang Mengli paused, "Huh... The original owner was also a poor man, and he wanted to eat but had no money, so he was really fed up."

There were a lot of things in the space, but there was no money here. She continued walking while thinking about how to make money.

Lingqiao followed behind and took out a few copper coins from her waist pitifully, "Miss...Miss, I have a little."

Jiang Mengli: "This..."

This amount is not enough at all, not to mention that it is the money the little girl saved with great effort.

While she was stunned, a teacup suddenly fell from above her head and broke into pieces at her feet.

She looked up and saw a strange woman standing at the window of the teahouse above, looking at her mockingly.

"What are you looking at? I'm going to hit you!" the woman said as she threw another teacup. "You hurt Sister Mo'er like that, hitting you is the least of my worries."

It turns out that he is in the same group as Lin Moer, no wonder he is so hostile.

Lingqiao reminded: "Miss, let's go, that...that is Princess Qingcheng."

Since she is a princess, she must not be short of money.

Jiang Mengli immediately had an idea and deliberately provoked, "So it's Princess Qingcheng. What's the point of showing off your power up there? If you have the guts, come down and continue smashing me. I don't believe you can smash me to death."

Wen Qingcheng was only thirteen years old, with a simple mind. Without thinking, she angrily said, "Okay, do you think I dare not smash you to death? I'll come down and smash you right now."

She went downstairs with a few servants and asked them to bring a lot of teacups to a tea table.

There were quite a few people watching at this time, all of them laughing and watching the show.

Wen Qingcheng held a teacup to her face, then thought about it and pointed it at her chest, and then thought about it again and pointed it at her thigh, "I... I will smash you to death."

The cup hit Jiang Mengli's skirt, rolled to the ground and broke into pieces.

"Oh...it hurts so much..." Jiang Mengli suddenly covered her thigh with her hand, blood flowing from her palm, "It's bleeding, so much blood, it hurts so much."