Chapter 715 Sword Dance

Murong Jie's eyes turned cold, "Poisoned? Do you suspect that you have been poisoned?"

Zi'an said: "I have had nightmares again and again, which is unprecedented, and I found that my emotions are out of control."

"Is this a sign of poisoning?"

"I don't know, this is my own feeling. Either I have a mental problem, or I have been poisoned." Zian felt the sweat pouring down from his forehead, his forehead was cold, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it, but there was not a single drop of sweat .

She stared blankly at her palm, feeling more and more wrong.

Murong Jie took the needle pack for her, and then asked someone to take his token to invite the imperial doctor.

Zi'an checked himself and pricked his acupoints. He cheered up a bit, but he didn't find that he was poisoned.

Could it be that something is wrong with her spirit?

"By the way, is there any news from the yamen about Wednesday's case?" Zian lifted the quilt and got out of bed, sat in front of the table, gulped down cold water, which could keep her awake.

Murong Jie said: "I just went to the yamen while you were asleep, and I personally examined the body. It is true that Wednesday was bitten to death by a poisonous snake, and his wife also committed suicide, and the wounds are not suspicious."

"Nothing suspicious? Could it be that I misread it?" Zian was startled.

"You misunderstood, you are too tired recently, don't think too much." Murong Jie hugged her from behind, and said softly: "Be good, eat something first, okay?"

Zian knew that he was worried about himself, so although he had no appetite, he said, "Okay, I'm hungry."

Murong Jie smiled and said: "I'm hungry too, from yesterday until now, I've been hungry with you too."

Zian grabbed his hand and turned around, "You didn't eat either? Are you stupid?"

"I'm not stupid, you're not feeling well, and I can't eat." Murong Jie walked around, hugged her in his arms, and said silently, "Zian, I just want to tell you that you are very important to me I don't want you to be hurt a little bit, but I always seem to be unable to do this, and I am very guilty."

Zian closed her eyes comfortably, feeling flowers blooming in her heart, "Fool, I'm really fine, and husband and wife should stand side by side instead of me hiding behind you."

Murong Jie hugged her even tighter, so tight that Zian could hardly breathe.

Zian felt strange, pushed away and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

Murong Jie shook his head, "It's okay, I just want to hold you like this forever."

"Stupid or not?" Zi'an smiled, "I'm hungry, go and ask someone to pass the meal."

She was afraid that he would be hungry.

Nanny Yang had already been cooking the stew, and when she heard Murong Jie say that the meal was passed on, she immediately asked someone to serve the meal.

After dinner, Murong Jie said that he wanted to accompany Zi'an for a stroll in the mansion, of course the excuse was that he was too full and the imperial doctor didn't come, so he took advantage of this gap to go out for a walk.

Zi An naturally agreed, and before going out, Murong Jie took out some vinegar and said, "Take a sip."

"Vinegar?" Zi'an felt a little nauseated when he smelled the vinegar. The vinegar tasted very strong.

"Yes, drink some." Murong Jie coaxed.

"Are you afraid that I will be poisoned by Gu?" Zian shook his head, "I am not poisoned by Gu."

Murong Jie took a sip himself first, "Please rest assured."

"After drinking this vinegar, will the poison really be impenetrable?" Zian asked as he smelled the sour smell rushing into his nose.

"Aunt Snake said this. She said that firstly, Gu poison is afraid of this taste, and secondly, this kind of vinegar has a similar taste to Gu poison. If you drink it, you will be afraid. If someone casts Gu on you from food, You will know."

In order to reassure him, Zian took a sip from his hand, and it was so sour that she piled her face into a pickle.

When Murong Jie saw her pickled face, he laughed loudly.

Zian beat him, "Still laughing? Don't you do the same when you drink by yourself?"

"No, I'll show you." Murong Jie raised his head and gulped down a big gulp. After swallowing, he licked his tongue without frowning, "I've been drinking since I was a child, and I'm used to it. "

Zian was taken aback, "Drinking since childhood? Didn't you mean..."

Didn't it mean that Sun Fang'er only drank it when he played that kind of Gu on him?

Murong Jie put down the bottle of vinegar, took her hand and walked out, "I didn't drink this kind of thing when I was a child, but something else."

"What?" Zian asked curiously.

Murong Jie smiled and looked into the distance, "Wine."

Medicinal wine, since he was a child, his mother and concubine have been very strict with him. When he practiced martial arts, he was always injured all over his body. The ancestor asked someone to soak him in the medicinal wine for desilting and strengthening the body. body.

"Wine and vinegar don't taste the same." Zi'an muttered.

Today's sunshine is very good, casting from the branches, the temperature declares the power of the sun.

When I came to the garden, there were a few girls who had just entered the mansion kicking shuttlecocks.

Seeing the two people coming, they quickly stopped and came over to greet them.

Zi'an laughed and said, "You guys play tricks on you, the prince and I will walk away."

"Will you?" Murong Jie asked.

"I used to know a little bit, but I haven't played it for a long time." Zi'an remembered that when he was studying, he often kicked the shuttlecock between classes.

It's just that this body's coordination is not good, and I'm afraid it won't be able to play at the previous level.

Murong Jie's eyebrows were petting, "Show me the kick." He wanted to see her full of energy.

Zian was indeed aroused by these girls when he was a teenager, so he asked them, "Can you lend me a play?"

The girls were overwhelmed by the flattery, and hurriedly offered, "Princess, please!"

Everyone backed away a few steps and happily waited for the princess to kick the shuttlecock. Xiao Sun came over from the other side and saw Zi'an playing, so he also came over to watch the fun.

Zian stood in the middle of the crowd and smiled at Murong Jie.

Murong Jie also looked at her with a smile. Under the sun, her smile was particularly bright, with a kind of transparent style.

There was a voice in his heart that from now on, she had to become such a person, with a carefree smile on her face every day, and he would try his best to make her happy.

Zi'an threw the shuttlecock up, everyone saw a blur in front of them, the shuttlecock fell straight down, Zi'an raised his foot, kicked the shuttlecock up, spun around, caught, kicked up, caught, kicked up again...

Today she was wearing the same crimson dress as yesterday, with light red peonies embroidered on the skirt, when she kicked and twirled, the hem of the skirt twirled, and from a distance, it looked like blossoming peonies, spinning around her.

The little girls clapped their hands one after another, and they all praised that the princess played really well.

Murong Jie couldn't take his eyes away for a moment, looking at that beautiful and graceful figure, he remembered Qin Zhou's sword dance that day, and there was a look of surprise in her eyes.

He snapped off a branch at random and soared into the sky. With a shake of the branch, the leaves on the branch were shaken off by internal force, and he spun down, causing the fallen leaves to spin as well.

He raised his hand, stabbed, turned, and stabbed back. Although it was a branch, the sword was sharp and cold.

He moved very quickly, drawing arcs of sword energy, as if he could see halos of light surrounding him.

If Qin Zhou's swordsmanship is pure and elegant, his is unrestrained and unrestrained. He flies his legs together, his clothes are raised, and the branches in his hands are covered with light and shadow. It seems to be everywhere.