Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Slag Abuse Project

Chapter 72 Disaster for the country and the demon concubine 21
The moment everyone in the side hall heard the imperial decree, they wanted to cry but had no tears.

Instead of getting rid of the emotional pot, I also got myself involved in it.

That's a bird feather!

The highly poisonous bird feather that was frightening in the previous dynasty!
They were able to control the toxicity a little bit, which is already great, and now they are actually allowed to protect Princess Feiyun's life for a month?

I really want to die, don't you?

"Hahahahahaha... a bunch of idiots... I'm dying from laughing, no, my stomach hurts from laughing!" 26 rolled around laughing in the sea of ​​clear clouds.

Qingyun couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and replied: "You have a belly?"

"...Ouch, host, you ignore such small details. Don't you think they are funny?" 26 said with a smile.

"No." Qingyun rolled his eyes.

"Okay, the host laughed a lot." 26 was helpless.

That night, the imperial physicians who had been busy all day gathered around and chatted about something.

Qingyun lay on the bed and waited for a long time, but they did not leave, and Ouyang Jing did not come again.

It is estimated that this group of people is going to guard the side hall tonight.

Ouyang Jing didn't come at this time, and probably won't come either.

With his urinating nature, he finally found a solution. How many times did he roll on the bed excitedly?
Simply Qingyun didn't waste any more time, and with a slight movement of the hand in his sleeve, a section of specially made incense appeared in his hand.

This incense is called Menlixiang, and it is the most powerful incense in "The Two Skills of Medicine and Poison". The Menlixiang, which is as long as a fingernail, is enough to knock down a person in the palace.

Qingyun lighted it silently, and the fragrance in the dream slowly wafted into the room.

The imperial physicians gathered together to discuss countermeasures only felt more and more sleepy, and fell asleep groggyly on the table one by one.

Seeing that the imperial doctors were all brought down.

Qingyun quickly extinguished Menglixiang, and put it back into his sleeve.

Then he got up from the bed and stretched his waist greatly, only feeling that the muscles all over his body were sore.

The feeling of lying motionless on the bed and pretending to be dead is really uncomfortable. I can't even turn over, it's just suffering.

She never wanted to pretend to be dead again.

After stretching his muscles, Qingyun opened the window of the side hall and climbed out.

The night was deep, and except for the guards and night watchmen who patrolled back and forth, basically everyone in the palace had already fallen asleep.

Qingyun walked briskly around the palace path, avoiding the patrolling guards, and arrived outside Fengyi Palace, Wang Qingping's residence.

I wonder if Wang Qingping had done too many bad things and was afraid of death. Fengyi Palace was extremely guarded, with patrolling guards coming and going one after another.

After observing in the dark for a while, Qingyun slipped into Fengyi Palace while the guards were changing shifts.

When meeting the palace maid who was sleeping in the corridor, Qingyun resolutely gave her some Mihun powder to make her sleep more soundly.

Then lit the remaining Menglixiang through the window and threw it in.

The palm-long dream incense smoke curled up and burned out at an extremely fast speed.

With such a large amount, everyone in Fengyi Palace should be able to sleep beautifully for three days!
Qingyun curled up his lips, wandered into Fengyi Palace, and began to collect things in the palace.

After searching for a long time, there was nothing rare. I only found a family letter written by Wang Dingfeng to Wang Qingping. The envelope had been opened, and Wang Qingping should have read it.

She stuffed the letter into her sleeve and came to the bedside of Wang Qingping, who was sleeping soundly. Wang Qingping seemed to be having a nightmare lying on the bed, her black eyebrows were tightly frowned, her breathing was short, and she looked quite charming.

Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder the world calls femme fatales, they are indeed quite beautiful.

She couldn't help but want to abuse her twice.

Just do what you want, without further ado, Qingyun took out the silver needle from his sleeve, and tied it on her body without pity.

It was probably because she struck harder, and the unconscious Wang Qingping trembled from being pierced.

"No, it seems that the acupuncture method needs to be strengthened." Qingyun sighed.

26: ...

Damn, why does it feel that the host is a bit perverted?
Actually stunned people, practicing acupuncture on people.

It suddenly felt a little inexplicably sympathetic to Wang Qingping. She should wake up tomorrow in pain, right?

After all, the host is so heavy handed.

Qingyun put away the silver needle, took out a red pill from her sleeve, opened Wang Qingping's mouth and stuffed it in.

Sleepy Wang Qingping felt something in his mouth and subconsciously swallowed it.

Seeing that Wang Qingping obediently swallowed "Beauty Drunk", she took out an appropriate amount of Meng Lixiang's antidote and turned it into water to feed Wang Qingping to ensure that she would wake up at dawn.

After finishing everything, she left quietly.

When she returned to the side hall, it was already the fourth watch.

The people in the side hall slept soundly under the influence of Meng Lixiang, she went back to the room lightly, and took out Wang Dingfeng's family letter from Fengyi Palace.

Can't help laughing ironically, when the old emperor of Dongli passed away, Wang Qingyun struggled in the palace and did not see a single word of greeting from Wang Dingfeng.

Now that there is just this problem, Wang Dingfeng immediately worried about Wang Qingping, who is also his daughter, Wang Dingfeng's heart is too biased.

After reading Wang Dingfeng's letter, she directly burned the letter to ashes by candlelight.

At dawn, an imperial doctor woke up, looked at the people who had been sleeping around, and then looked back at Princess Feiyun who was lying unconscious on the bed, and wondered: "Strange, why did you fall asleep?"

After all, quickly wake up the others, everyone got up and went to Qingyun's bedside, and started a new round of queuing up.

When Ouyang Jing came, he saw the imperial doctor sitting beside Qingyun's bed, checking his pulse and asking people to record the situation. A group of people were discussing the current situation.

He didn't understand a lot of words, but hearing that the toxicity control was very good, it was enough for him to give this group of imperial doctors who ate imperial food and didn't care about their affairs a good look.

Seeing him coming in, several imperial physicians knelt down and kowtowed and shouted long live the emperor.

The other pretentious imperial physicians pretended to only find out that he had come, and they all knelt on the ground in panic, shouting long live the emperor, and begging the emperor to forgive the sin and so on.

After hearing the good news, Ouyang Jing naturally wouldn't blame them, and said with a gentle face:
"There is no need to be polite. Princess Feiyun's situation is of concern to all of you, my dear friends. When the people from Yaowang Valley come to rescue Princess Feiyun, I will be rewarded heavily."

"Sharing His Majesty's worries is the job of the ministers." All the imperial physicians said in unison.

Ouyang Jing was overjoyed when he heard Longxin, and said several times: "Okay, okay, okay."

Immediately decreed to restore the first position of Zhang Zheng in the imperial hospital, and arranged several imperial doctors to take turns guarding Qingyun and pay attention to the situation, and the rest went home to rest on their own.

After Ouyang Jing left, all the imperial physicians exhaled as if they had been granted an amnesty, greeted the on-duty imperial physicians politely, and ran away with the medicine boy carrying the medicine box.

"I now know that pretense is not something that modern people have. It turns out that pretense was more effective in ancient times..." 26 looked at everything outside silently, and couldn't help sighing.

(End of this chapter)