The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 277 Rare Visitor

These words clicked like a key into a lock.

Boyi exclaimed in shock: "The devil can't take care of him!"

Yu Qiansi nodded and took out the Dali Temple's autopsy form from his sleeve, which rustled in the wind.

"The coroner at the Dali Temple did not find any signs of poisoning. As far as I know, there are probably only two people in the world who can remove all the toxicity of Yabulu and can also subtly control the property of Yabulu to make people stiff."

One is Yu Linyi, and the other is——

"Your brother, Yu Qianshan?"

Yu Qian nodded in agreement: "Even if someone is deliberately guiding us, there must be clues there. However, this time, the initiative must be in my hands. I'm sorry to have to put you in this position, Bo Yi."

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Inside the main hall of Yunzhong City, dark golden vine patterns were entwined on the beams and pillars, and hundreds of colored glass lamps illuminated the entire space as if it were daytime.

Yu Qiansi leaned against a pillar carved with intricate and bizarre cloud patterns, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the patterns on the jade.

On the stage, actors wearing bronze masks were performing the subsequent story of the gods, demons and immortals with ecstasy, and their colorful costumes were emitting a strange luster under the lights.

But she just looked mechanically, her eyes wandering among the crowd, looking at the people who were gathered in twos or threes in the hall, or who were walking alone.

These people were just like her, wearing the same colored clothes provided by Yunzhong City, wearing masks, and deliberately lowering their voices or speaking with pinched throats, each of them clumsily playing the role of a mysterious person whose identity was a mystery.

"Didn't you say that you are very familiar with Yunzhong City? It's like your back garden!" A crisp rebuke suddenly came from behind the column on the right.

The woman who was speaking had a simple bun, but her hair was dotted with a few tiny pearls, which glowed softly under the light.

There were several circles of red thread wrapped around her wrist, and a red chalcedony pendant hung on it. It kept shaking with her excited movements, casting a faint blush on her snow-white skin. "That's it? You still want to trick me into saying something nice to Sister Yu to let you go?"

The man opposite her, even though he was wearing a mask, could still be seen panicking underneath the mask. He also had several circles of red thread wrapped around his wrists, and his brocade boots rubbed the ground nervously: "I didn't lie to you. But this is not the first time you and I have come to the master of Yunzhong, and we can meet whenever we want. This time, we can only be the vanguard."

Yu Qiansi approached silently, and the red skirt embroidered with dark patterns swept across the shiny obsidian floor.

The familiar scent of makeup on the man was intensified by the candlelight.

She reached out and pressed Shang Fu's shoulder.

"Louder," she lowered her voice, "Tomorrow the whole capital will know that the Junior Official of the Dali Temple brought the little princess of the Duke of Anguo's Mansion to visit Yunzhong City."

Shang Fu stumbled in fright, and his back hit the bronze crane-shaped lamp stand behind him, causing the lamp flame to shake violently. However, Yu An Ning's eyes lit up, and he pushed Shang Fu away and held Yu Qiansi.

"What is the princess doing here?"

Yu An Ning imitated Yu Qiansi, lowered his voice, and said slyly: "My uncle is seriously ill. I heard that there is a medicine in Yunzhong City that can bring people back to life, so I came to ask for it."

Yu Qiansi said coldly, breaking her fantasy: "There is no medicine in this world that can bring the dead back to life. If you have heard of something, it may not be about bringing the dead back to life, but about waking up someone who looks like a dead person."

Yu An Ning felt a little disappointed, and then asked tentatively: "Sister Yu, can you go back with me to see my uncle?"

"My medical skills are mediocre and I can't help you." She motioned for the two to follow her, left the hall, and stood on the pier outside the hall.

The night wind blew through the carved railings, carrying broken ice into the eyes of the three people. "There is a fellow tribesman of mine in the ghost market below, named Yu Qianshan." She pointed to the winding lights below, her voice a little excited: "He is a great doctor, tell him your symptoms, maybe he can prescribe a good medicine for you. If there are any rare and hard-to-find medicinal herbs, you can ask him to find them for you. If that doesn't work, at worst, ask him to go to the Duke's Mansion."

Qianshan, Qiansi.

Sounds like they're from the same generation.

Yu An Ning nodded and looked down where Yu Qiansi pointed. The ghost market under the moonlight was like a glowing galaxy, with lanterns of various colors swaying gently in the night breeze. She couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so beautiful here! The moon is also different from the one in the city."

As she spoke, the pearl pendant on her earlobe swayed gently with her movements, reflecting the moonlight and emitting a gentle halo.

Yu Qiansi looked up at the moon and saw Yun Zhongjun leading a masked man into the corridor on the second floor. The man turned with Yun Zhongjun, and his black robe swung in an arc that just happened to be everywhere.

The steps are slow, calm and measured.

At this angle, with this outline, she would never make a mistake.

Why is he here?
But at this moment, there is no time to think about these accidents.

"Sir Shaoqing, since you have become the flower protector, please make sure to protect the princess." She suddenly turned to Shang Fu, her voice as cold as ice, "There are all kinds of people here. After you finish your business, you are not allowed to wander around casually. Return immediately."

"I understand!" Shang Fu bowed hurriedly, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead under the mask. He subconsciously raised his sleeve to wipe it, but only touched the cold white mask.

Yu An Ning rarely saw him being so submissive, and she was very proud. She pulled Yu Qiansi behind a potted Podocarpus and said, "Sister Yu, since he has always helped you, can you please not be angry with him? You see, he has no shame in coming to me to beg for mercy this time, which shows that he really respects you and doesn't want to lose you as a friend."

"Friend?" Yu Qiansi looked at Shang Fu, who was thrown aside. He couldn't hear what the two were saying, but he kept bowing to her.

"If you think about it, he really helped us a lot."

The pearls in Yu An Ning's hair flickered with her movements.

Yu Qiansi raised his hand, took them one by one, and placed them in his palm: "It's not us, it's me. It helped me a lot."

Then she handed it to Yu An Ning: "Don't take this thing with you."

It is too eye-catching.

But Yu An Ning didn't answer and just stared at Yu Qiansi.

Yu Qiansi couldn't stand the deer-like gaze under the moonlight, so she interrupted, "Will you still speak for him?"

"If I can make you change your mind, wouldn't that mean I have won over him? It would not only be generous, but also show that I am superior to you. In the future, won't I be the number one playboy?"

Yu Qiansi laughed and nodded her head: "Are you two using me as a bet?"

The princess took the pearl from Yu Qiansi's hand, held it in her hand, pulled her sleeve, and said coquettishly: "I know Sister Yu won't mind."

Accidentally, the pearl slipped through her palm, making a tinkling sound on the wooden plank.

The voice of Yun Zhongjun seeing off his guest came from above her head, but the voice was crushed in the cold wind and reached her ears intermittently, leaving only insignificant words.

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