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The eldest grandson Qimu didn't stop walking, and pulled Jingran out of the house.

"Where is Pan Qingyi?"

"Miraculous doctor Pan went out of the palace last night to get some medicine that was not available in the palace, and just came back." Seeing that the elder grandson Qimu's complexion was not good, Luo Yi quickly flew down from the side of the eaves, took out a roll of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the elder grandson Qimu .

Changsun Qimu pursed his lips and took it. After reading it, he pondered for a moment and asked, "Who passed the news into the emperor's bedroom?"

Hearing her question, Jing Ran knew that this person not only intentionally controlled the news to reach Emperor Yue's ears, but also gradually controlled the Qingyue Palace, so he only had time to spend these two days with her.

"Censor Cheng Yan saw that the morning court was cancelled, so he turned around and went outside the emperor's bedroom and waited for three hours before the emperor summoned him."

Seeing that Luo Yi's words fell to the person next to him but he didn't speak for a long time, Jing Ran knew that she might have guessed who was right and left, but she had missed Cheng Yan.Cheng Yan is very loyal, although he is not as well-informed as the second prime minister and third marquis, but he has a keen sense of smell. Now that he smells something wrong, it is his duty to go to Emperor Yue to verify it.

Jing Ran took out a sky-blue jade bottle from his bosom and handed it to Changsun Qimu. Changsun Qimu glanced down, shook his head and said, "Nuanxiang Pills can't cure this kind of Gu, Pan Qingyi is Medicine King Valley. My eldest disciple, I have tried my best to prolong his life these years, and now even Qing Huan Dan is useless, so at best it will make him suffer less."

"But right now, he still needs to be a director." Jing Ran took out another black-gold medicine pill from his arms, blinked and said, "I really have the Qinghuan pill, and the combination of the two is enough to support him as usual."

The eldest grandson Qimu looked at Jing Ran quietly for a moment, then smiled and stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, and said softly: "One is enough, but he can't stand it if there are too many."

Jing Ran nodded, took out a Nuanxiang Pill and handed it to Luo Yi together with the Qinghuan Pill, and ordered: "Give it to Pan Qingyi, he knows how to use it."

Luo Yi took the things with both hands, and when he was about to nod his feet to leave, Changsun Qimu ordered in a low voice: "Send a message to Cheng Yan, so that he doesn't have to come to me, and the father will not fall in a while. If he takes it seriously Worrying about the country and the king, why don't you think about how to help the father solve the current urgent situation in Mobei."

"Yes!" Although Luo Yi didn't understand the deep meaning of the message, he immediately responded and walked away.

"Do you know the little doctor girl next to Jiang Baixi?" Jing Ran watched Luo Yi's figure disappear, and turned to ask grandson Qimu.

The eldest grandson Qimu knew what she meant, nodded and said: "Although that little medical girl has the title of disciple of the Yaowang Valley, it is not true. The Yaowang Valley has been handed down for thousands of years. Many troubles arose for no reason. Therefore, after a sect battle, the Gu Master at the time set the sect rules, and each subsequent Gu Master could only accept one disciple to guard the gate in his lifetime. Pan Qingyi is a legitimate disciple of Yaowanggu, and That medical woman just received a few words of instruction from the owner of the Valley of the Medicine Kings before she died, so she can't be regarded as a disciple of the Valley of the Medicine Kings."

"It turns out that there are still such rules in the Yaowang Valley." Jing Ran nodded and sighed: "But that little medical girl's attainments in medicine should not be inferior to Pan Qingyi. This time I went to Ganqiu. Without her medicine garden, there are some herbs that even a stinky old man can't keep alive."

Seeing the eldest grandson Qimu turned his head and stared at him quietly again, Jing Ran heard her say just as he was about to speak: "You are right, Jiang Baixi had a floating flower when he was eight years old, and this medical girl died the next day. It just disappeared. At that time, the Empress Dowager of Ganqiu almost recruited famous doctors from all over the world, but at the last moment, this doctor girl came back with saffron and rescued Jiang Boxi."

"Saffron?" Jing Ran was surprised, "It's only recorded in ancient books, except for the saffron that can't be fed at the bottom of the poisonous valley?"

"Yes." The eldest grandson Qimu nodded, and said: "Not only did she descend into the miasma poisonous valley that no one dared to descend for thousands of years, but she also lived in it for three full months, boiling some other rare medicinal materials into juice, and she was alive and well." After watering, a crocus was planted. Moreover, she herself took a lot of poisonous things to avoid the miasma poison, and was bitten by the poisonous things underneath. I heard that after going back, she also died for most of her life. Together with Jiang Baixi It will take more than half a year to get better."

Jing Ran was silent for a while, feeling complicated, Changsun Qimu pinched her cheek, and said in relief: "Silly daughter-in-law, I tell you all this is not to make you more worried, but to let you know that she may not It's not about treating Jiang Boxi sincerely, and Jiang Boxi never does anything uncertain, so you don't have to worry about her too much."

"That's right!" Jing Ran bent her lips following her movements, raised her eyebrows and said, "Is that even better than a sword?"

"Naturally." Changsun Qimu blinked and smiled, and suddenly pulled back three feet, and at the same time, the ice blade in his hand was approaching Jing Ran with a very thin wind thread.

Jing Ran turned her head to avoid the sword, and went up to meet it with her backhand, and said with a light smile, "You little girl, you didn't even say hello."

"Martial arts in the world, the only thing that can't be broken is fast, so there is no reason for you to be on guard." Changsun Qimu's voice was soft and soft, but the movements of his hands were unambiguous, and he brought three points of internal strength when he waved his hands.

Jing Ran jumped a foot away, and backhanded with vigor, the stones around the two began to fly up and down, and the two figures, one green and one white, were soon entangled, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

After two sticks of incense, Luo Yi came back from the palace. He was startled when he saw this scene. After carefully distinguishing it for a while, he realized that the two were competing. The body shape, the heart praises.

Both Jing Shizi and His Royal Highness' martial arts have reached their peak, so it is a rare opportunity to witness and learn from them two moves. Moreover, even though they both used less than half of their strength, they still require Luo Yi's full concentration to see clearly.

Luo Yi watched with gusto, but the two people below didn't stop for a moment. Seeing that the eldest grandson Qimu was about to sweep the peach tree next to the swing just now, Jing Ran didn't forget to stare in that direction and make a sound when he fell over. Said: "Little girl, I like that peach blossom very much, don't destroy it!"

Changsun Qimu moved his wrist a little when he heard the words, and the energy that had been released immediately deflected to the corner of the eaves. Luo Yi, who was standing on the corner of the eaves watching mesmerized, was suddenly shocked, and quickly flew up to watch in the air. Seeing the tiles blown on the soles of his feet, he secretly thought it was dangerous with a pale face.

Jing Ran burst out laughing when she saw Luo Yi's appearance, and Changsun Qimu held the dagger back and swept it in front of her eyes. With force on her heels, she leaned forward and fell, almost touching the ground and leaping away.

The eldest grandson Qimu leaned forward in opposition, almost clinging to Jingran, forcing her to float back all the way.

"My dear daughter-in-law, do you want to reward me for being so obedient?" The eldest grandson Qimu looked down at Jing Ran with a condescending smile.

"Well, how do you want to reward?" Jing Ran backed away while looking at her thick eyelashes that were close at hand.

"That's good." Changsun Qimu pursed his lips, and suddenly approached Jing Ran, pecked lightly on her lips, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pull her body that had been forced to the edge of the lake to retreat backwards.

Luo Yi, who hadn't landed yet, staggered suddenly when he saw this scene, and almost fell from mid-air. He quickly stabilized his figure and turned his back at the same time, not daring to look again.

Changsun Qimu's clear and cool voice sounded relentlessly, "Since you saw something you shouldn't see, I will punish you to draw this scene."

"..." While mourning for Luo Yi, Jing Ran couldn't help but realize that this man also has a hobby of punishing his subordinates for painting.

"My dear daughter-in-law, concentrate on it." Changsun Qimu swung the sword with his right hand while flicking Jing Ran's forehead with his left hand.

Luo Yi, who hadn't reacted yet, was stunned for a moment, and Changsun Qimu's voice sounded again, "You heard something you shouldn't have heard again, then I will punish you to include this peach blossom in it!"

Luo Yi was even more stunned, and the eldest grandson Qimu said immediately: "Don't leave? Then you will be fined not to draw a wrong petal!"

Luo Yi didn't even dare to be in a daze anymore, and quickly disappeared into the open space as quickly as possible.

Jing Ran was suddenly amused, and when Luo Yi left, he quickened his movements and said, "You little girl, you look like a landlord who exploits farmers."

"I know the peasants—" Changsun Qimu followed Jingran to speed up his movements, and blinked: "But what is a landlord?"

"Well," Jing Ran saw that she was still more than capable of parrying, so he confidently used Yue Mishan's sword, and replied vaguely: "You must be a rich man like you."

The eldest grandson Qimu raised his eyes and squinted at Jing Ran, "Who just said that she is also rich."

"...It's obviously a sword competition, little girl, you can concentrate on it." Jing Ran flicked his fingers away from the sword in front of him, and his movements were extremely fast, forcing Changsun Qimu to speak without distraction.

When Luo Yi, who was covering his ears, sneaked back again, he found that the speed of the two was so fast that he could no longer see clearly, so he couldn't help but ran down regretfully and continued to paint.

In the quiet open space, there was no other sound except the sound of breaking through the sky. The two of them changed from facing each other with swords to fighting with bare hands all morning. At that time, the two people who were full of heart and soul both collapsed from exhaustion, and lay side by side on their backs, panting shallowly.

"Little girl." Jing Ran stretched out his hand a little tiredly, took Changsun Qimu's fingers into his palm, and said proudly, "Your swordsmanship is not as good as mine."

"You are already good at wielding swords. In terms of swordsmanship, no one in this world can defeat you." Changsun Qimu replied lazily with curled lips and closed eyes, but it meant what it should be.

Jing Ran tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, "That smelly old man told you again?"

Changsun Qimu's tone remained unchanged, but he still closed his eyes and said, "I saw you using your sword to see it at Jialong Temple."

Jing Ran took a deep look at her, "Yes."

She turned her head and looked at the blue above her head, and said softly: "Yuemi Mountain has gathered the best swordsmanship in the world, so my swordsmanship is very good." She paused, and then said: "When will I take you back to meet that stinky old man?" stop."

Changsun Qimu's heart moved, and he turned his head to look at her, nodded and said: "Okay."

Jing Ran smiled, and suddenly asked, "Do you have any servants in your house?"

"No, I don't come here often, and I have set up a formation, so ordinary people can't break in."

"Then what shall we have for lunch?" Jing Ran asked quietly.

"...I can cook fish." After a long silence, Changsun Qimu said, "But I can only cook fish."

Jing Ran was also silent, "I can only cook fish."

Changsun Qimu bent his eyes and smiled, "Then just eat fish. I have green carp from Yeya Mountain here, so I can make more."

"Alright, but—" Jing Ran asked again: "Can you make a fire?"

The corners of Changsun Qimu's half-curved mouth froze instantly, and then fell into a long silence. After a while, she lowered her eyes and asked softly, "You don't know it either?"

"will not."

"I can!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, Jing Ran turned his head, and saw a red figure with a flirty bag jumping down from the wall of Qingye Pavilion.

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