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

Wen Mohan frowned and immediately turned his wheelchair to distance himself. "Miss Muhe, please respect yourself. This time we are here to discuss serious matters."

"Haha... I know what it is." Mu He sat back in his chair and poured two glasses of wine. "Your poison requires all the herbs, and I happen to have them."

As he spoke, he held out a glass of wine and handed it to him.

He didn't take it, but refused calmly, "This prince is not good at drinking. Miss Muhe, please tell me the price. How much silver will you give me to sell the medicinal herbs?"

Hahaha……

Mu He covered his mouth and laughed like a silver spirit, then drank the wine in one gulp, "Your Highness, I am not short of money~"

Yun Jian was a little impatient and frowned as he asked, "Then what are you lacking? As long as the master can do it, I will satisfy you."

The room was quiet for a moment, and Mu He did not answer immediately.

Instead, she looked meaningfully at the man in the wheelchair, lifted his chin with her finger and said tenderly, "I'm in need of a man..."

Seeing this, Yun Jian hurriedly pushed her hand away, stood in front of his master, and said with his chest puffed out, "It's just a man. Yun Ying and I are both martial artists. We are strong and handsome. It's up to you to choose."

As if afraid that she wouldn't believe him, he pulled up his shirt, revealing his wheat-colored skin and his firm chest, showing his masculinity.

Mu He stared at him for a moment, then smiled softly, and gently brushed his fingers across his chest. "It's a nice figure, but it's not my cup of tea."

As he said that, he reached out and pushed him to the side.

Although she didn't say who she wanted, everyone guessed that she wanted Wen Mohan.

Wen Mohan pretended to be stupid and said, "Why don't you tell me your requirements? I will use my connections to find a suitable man for you."

"Haha...you're so thoughtful." Mu He gently brushed his face with her handkerchief. "For someone like you, as long as you let me be your princess, I'll give you any medicinal herbs you want."

Wen Mohan frowned when he heard this. "I'll buy your medicinal herbs for 100,000 taels. Think about it yourself."

Without waiting for her to speak, Yun Jian put the leader down and pushed the wheelchair out of the room.

Mu He was not angry, but silently raised the corner of his mouth and watched them leave.

The moment the door closed, her eyes turned fierce, "Medicinal herbs are life, you will definitely agree..."

Third Junior Sister, you were hurt so badly by Jiang Mengli, I will avenge you.

Not only does he want to take her man away, but he also wants her to die a miserable death!

Cheng Jiaojiao is the third disciple of the Poison Saint, Muzhi. Her real name is Geng Jiaojiao, and she is not really the daughter of a Cheng family.

When Mu He learned that she was killed by Jiang Mengli, she vowed to make him pay double.

After Wen Mohan left the inn, he glanced at the full moon in the sky.

Tonight is the fifteenth day of the lunar month. The moon is hanging in the sky like a round disk, and you can see the road clearly without a lantern.

On the way back, the carriage passed by a preserved fruit shop, and he asked Yunying to buy a bag of preserved fruit.

After returning to the mansion, he glanced in the direction of Lanxiangyuan, remembered what he had promised during the day, and asked Yunjian to push him to Lanxiangyuan.

When they finally reached the courtyard gate, Lingqiao came out and said, "This servant greets the prince. The princess has already gone to bed."

Wen Mohan heard this and handed her the preserved fruit, "I bought it on the way."

"I would like to thank the prince on behalf of the princess." Lingqiao took the preserved fruit and leaned forward to express her gratitude.

When I looked up again, Wen Mohan's wheelchair had already gone far away, gradually disappearing into the night.

At this moment, Jiang Mengli was lying on the grass in the space, biting a pear in his hand. It was sweet, juicy and very delicious.

Kong Kong thought she was supervising him in planting medicinal herbs, so he didn't dare to be lazy at all and flew back and forth busy in the medicinal field.

"Master, the Black Magic Flower has borne fruit. I will be able to take the seeds and spread them in the ground in an hour. If I increase my spiritual power, it will bloom by noon tomorrow..."

Jiang Mengli opened his eyes lazily, puffed his lips and said, "Well, don't worry, take your time, this pear tastes good."

Kong Kong noticed that she had been very depressed since she came in, so he asked cautiously, "Master, are you still unhappy about the Black Magic Flower?"

"No." Jiang Mengli stood up, squinting his eyes and staring into the distance. "I was just thinking about how to make the emperor withdraw his order to exile me to the wilderness."

"Wen Mohan and I are now in a cooperative relationship. Sooner or later, we will have to leave Prince Yu's Mansion. Before leaving, we must resolve the issue of going to the wilderness."

This problem is rather difficult to deal with.

It must be an imperial decree and it is impossible to change it.

Both of them fell into deep thought and became unusually quiet.

"Got it!" Kong Kong's face lit up with joy. "Pray to God to let the emperor or the empress dowager or someone else get a serious illness. If the master can cure them, then we can make a request that is not as bad as the wilderness."

Jiang Mengli's face lit up with joy when he heard this. He knelt on the ground and clasped his hands together in prayer:

"God, please accept my humble offering. I hope the dog emperor will have a serious illness, or the empress dowager will have a serious illness, preferably one worse than death!"

She knew in her heart that God would not listen to her, but she just wanted to ask God for help, as a kind of psychological comfort.

dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door, and a clever voice came, "Miss, the prince is back, and he gave me a bag of preserved fruit."

Jiang Mengli flashed out of the space, opened the door and saw a bag of preserved fruits in front of him.

She showed no interest and smiled faintly, "Give it to Princess Jinping. I don't really like sweet food."

These words left Lingqiao stunned, and she was very confused: it was obvious that the young lady liked sweet food, and she would stop involuntarily when passing by the candied fruit shop.

Now he says he doesn't like to eat...

While she was stunned, the door had already been closed.

"Oh, okay." Lingqiao came back to her senses after a while, thinking that maybe the young lady was angry with the prince.

We agreed to watch the moon together at night, but he didn’t come even though everything was ready.

……

Before noon the next day, Mu He arrived at Prince Yu's Mansion, and the servants respectfully took her to Yanting Garden.

"Miss, there's a guest in the mansion!" Lingqiao ran into the study with a gossipy look on her face and lowered her voice, "It's a weird-looking woman, her clothes look like they're missing some fabric."

Jiang Mengli paused for a moment while holding the pen, then quickly regained his composure and said calmly:

"Well, it's just that style. The prince went to see her last night. If there's nothing else, he'll go see how Yuzhu is recovering."

Lingqiao was surprised by such a calm attitude. She did not leave immediately, but curled her lips and continued:

"Miss, guess what she told the servants? She said she would be the mistress of this mansion, and that you, the princess, would soon give way. She was so confident!"

Can you not be confident?

That is Wen Mohan's true love.

She didn’t appear before, but now she appears, she will definitely be given the status of the legal wife.

Tsk, Wen Mohan looks like an ascetic, but it turns out he likes a slutty vixen.

Jiang Mengli curled her lips secretly, "I know, it doesn't matter, just let her have it, there are men with two legs everywhere."

As he was speaking, he was stunned for a moment, immediately put down the pen and ink in his hand, left the room, and carried a ladder to the top of the wall.

She climbed up and lay on the courtyard wall, sticking her head out to peek inside Yatingyuan.

"Your Highness, I missed you all night last night." Mu He leaned to the side of the wheelchair seductively, and brushed Wen Mohan's head with a handkerchief. "Look at my dark circles. I'm not beautiful anymore."

Jiang Mengli felt his scalp tingle when he heard this. He frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "Huh..."

No wonder Wen Mohan likes her, she's so charming, so flirty, so alluring...