Linglong flapped her wings excitedly: Moma, don’t you want these meats? They are all delicious!

Mingruo raised his hand and held his forehead: "These things are so ugly, they will cause diarrhea after eating them..."

Linglong circles around the bottles and jars: It won’t cause diarrhea, it’s really a supplement. I’m still a baby, and it’s when I’m growing up~

"Okay... a baby more than two meters wide..." Ming Ruo directly moved other medicines from the stainless steel refrigerator to other medicine cabinets and used it to store the flesh that nourishes Linglong's body...

Mingruo's "sweeping" was very thorough, and he didn't even let go of the fresh poisonous weeds planted in the flower pot. This poisonous cave was completely "detoxified". Mingruo decided to open a medicinal field in the space that specializes in planting "toxic medicinal materials" in case of emergency needs.

Mingruo patted the dust that did not exist on his hands: "Let's go."

Si Haochen took Ming Ruo back to the valley, but Ming Ruo was stunned by the scene in front of him. Qin Mo was indeed a talented person. The three poisoners were put into sacks, tied with a drawstring around their necks, leaving only three shiny bald heads outside. That's right, Qin Mo felt that it was not safe enough to peel the three of them, so he shaved his hair, eyebrows, and beards clean. It's really, it's so miserable that three "brown eggs"!

Si Haochen twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't say much: "Have you arranged the people who stayed?"

"Don't worry, it's all right." This valley is not only secret at the entrance, but also easy to defend and difficult to attack. It's most suitable to be used as a stronghold. With this good place, you can send more people to the imperial capital.

The broken carriage could not be used anymore. Si Haochen took Ming Ruo to Lieyan's back and said, "Since we are out of the city, let's play for two days before going back."

"Okay." Mingruo nodded, and saw that the three big 'breasted eggs' and the leaders of the Evil Ghost Alliance were all stuffed into the carriage. Aba was responsible for driving the carriage, and several secret guards accompanied him.

"Aba, are you going to go back to the imperial capital?" Mingruo asked.

"Yes, Princess." Aba hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "But my subordinate is no longer called Aba. The prince gave me a new name, and I will be called Chuba in the future."

"Ha?" Mingruo raised his eyebrows, "All have changed?"

"The word "Ah" has been changed." The eighth day of the lunar calendar answered seriously.

"Okay." Mingruo finally remembered the important matter, "Xunyi."

"I'm here." Xunyi hurried forward.

"You go home and send the brocade box with the label of "Anshen Pills" on the table in the pharmacy to a pharmacy and hand it over to Lao Shen. It is said that this medicine was specially prepared for the Eighth Princess, with a small box of 300 taels of silver. At most, she can sell her at most two boxes at a time, and she can't buy it every time she comes to buy it." Mingruo's eyes had a sly smile. Hunger marketing, businessmen understand it. (Danyi: Didn't you say 100 taels of small box before? Mingruo: She asked her maid to push me into the lake, and I would add some mental loss fees. What's wrong? Danyi: Yes, yes!)

"Yes, master." Xunyi received the order.

"You go back with the eighth day of the lunar month, so you can take care of it on the road." Mingruo signaled Xunyi to accompany the carriage.

"Subordinates obey the order." Xunyi and Chuba sat on the shaft of the carriage.

The people and horses separated from each other, one by one, and the other was heading towards Jinghu Villa. Riding horses was much faster than riding a carriage, but when the group arrived at Jinghu Villa, it was still dark.

Although this "scheming" is not a surprise, it is tiring. Mingruo has had dinner and takes a bath and rest early.

On the other hand, the third prince asked the eighth princess to go to Sulou for dinner before sending her back to the inn. The eighth prince invited the third prince to enjoy the moon in the pavilion in the courtyard. After a while, the two of them had a "moon before the flowers" and their relationship also rose rapidly, and they made an appointment to go to Chongsheng Temple together tomorrow.

The Eighth Princess watched the third prince leave with affectionate expression. When she turned around, the warmth in her eyes was instantly replaced by tyranny. She sat in the main hall and said coldly: "Bring that slut Chunling up!"

Seeing the princess' dark face, no one dared to plead for Chunling.

Although the rescue was timely, Chunling not only choked on the water, but also was too frightened. She was racked from the bed by two old ladies and dragged into the main hall, and she was confused.

However, when she saw the "thorn vine" held in the eighth princess' hand, she immediately woke up. She quickly crawled on the ground: "I know I am wrong, Your Highness, let me spare this time."

"It's not possible to do such a simple errand, what's the use of me asking you for?" The eighth princess said, and the thorny vine he waved had fallen on Chunling's back.

This thorn vine is a unique plant in Nanrong. It is tough and elastic, and is covered with spikes. You can see blood when you go down a vine. If you hit it a few more times, the flesh and blood will become blurred.

Chunling knew the temperament of the Eighth Princess very well. Screaming or begging for mercy would anger her even more, so she could only grit her teeth and endure it tightly, hoping that the Eighth Princess could get angry as soon as possible.

The Eighth Princess was choreographed and discussed today, and it was not easy to relieve her anger. After a thrust, Chunling had already fainted, and only the pain made her body twitch reflexibly.

Although she was still very angry, the Eighth Princess no longer had the strength. She threw the blood-stained thorn vine in her hand on Chunling: "Take her to the mass grave!"

Chunxiang's face was pale, but she didn't dare to say anything, and just called the guards in and dragged the people away.

Without sleeping pills, the Eighth Princess had nightmares all night long. The next morning, her face was very bad. She stroked her face, wondering if it was an illusion, but she always felt that she was old.

The Eighth Princess turned around and looked at Haruka who tied her hair: "Look at my face, are you much older?"

Compared with the Eighth Princess looking through the bronze mirror, Haruka actually saw it more clearly. There were indeed two extremely thin and shallow wrinkles on the corners of the princess' eyes. Although it was not so obvious if it was covered with powder, it was indeed a new one recently.

There was a case where Chunling was beaten and half-dead and threw herself into a mass grave yesterday. Chunxiang didn't dare to tell the truth and angered the princess: "The princess just didn't have a good rest last night and her complexion was not very good. She would be radiant after dressing up with some jasmine powder and rouge later."

The Eighth Princess breathed a sigh of relief and ordered in a deep voice: "Let Chunling go to a medicine hall later and buy some Anshen pills back."

"Yes." Chunxiang responded.

After finishing dressing up for the princess, Chunxiang called several great palace maids who could serve close to each other and said in a deep voice: "No need to say much about the rules of our Fangfei Palace, who is Chunling?"

Several great palace maids bowed their heads and said nothing. The incident happened last night. They knew that this morning would happen. One of the slaves was unwilling to serve them in close proximity, and the winner appreciated it. But the Eighth Princess's close servant was really - they died so fast that they didn't dare to go!

Seeing the performance of several palace maids, Chunxiang did not persuade or blame her. Once upon a time, she was like them, not only unwilling to be in a position to stand out, but also afraid that her life would be lost.

It’s better to live a life than to die a good death, and not to mention that there is no saying “good death” in the hands of the Eighth Princess.
Chapter completed!