The first daughter is poisonous, the lord goes to bed obediently

Chapter 282 What is the relationship between you and Prince Yu

Even though it was the turn of spring and summer at the foot of the mountain, the peak of Riyue Mountain was still covered with snow, and the Rizhao people all wore thick furs.

The moment Feng Xihe appeared, they suddenly felt their eyes brighten up, as if a snow lotus was blooming layer by layer in the dark night, like a dream.

For a while, they even forgot to ask her why she hadn't been seen for so many days.

But some people who were placed in the clan by Yu Wenjin couldn't be complacent, they couldn't help being surprised, didn't they hear that the saint was dead without a whole body, why did she suddenly appear again?

However, they were not present, so they could not draw conclusions casually, it was better to observe.

Led by Ah Ling and the Rizhao tribe, Feng Xihe entered the patriarch's tent.

According to A Ling, when she was still some distance away from the tent, she smelled a strong stench, just like the foul smell of a fox.

The sons under the patriarch's knees already covered their noses involuntarily, while the elders who were loyal to the Rizhao clan had solemn faces and did not show any discomfort.

Feng Xihe frowned and paused.

The clansmen panicked, did the saint go back on her word again?
A Ling leaned close to her ear and whispered: "If you think it's not good, tell me as soon as possible, so as not to cause any big trouble."

Around them, there are also probing eyes.

Before Ah Ling finished speaking, Feng Xihe's eyes turned slightly, and he raised his steps, letting Ah Ling lift the curtain of the tent and walk in.

Just now, she was paying attention to which eyes wanted her to show her feet, and which eyes were sincerely concerned about the patriarch's body.

On the couch in the tent, there was a thick tiger skin mat. The patriarch of the Rizhao tribe was lying on the couch with a pale complexion, his hair was tied into thin braids, and he was accompanied by a dagger with a gold sheath and an ivory handle around his waist. .

His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his eyes were piercing.

Ever since he was poisoned by the fox poison, every night, apart from the stench, he also felt tightness in his chest, and he couldn't even breathe out. This feeling was worse than killing him.

This night was the same, the patriarch was panting with difficulty.And the stench like a fox has already lost most of his face.

He has to uphold the majesty of the patriarch, no matter what, he needs to endure it, and he can't roll all over the bed.

When he saw Feng Xihe, he turned his head hesitantly.

Feng Xihe sat on the low stool beside the couch. For some reason, she felt that the patriarch at this time was somewhat similar to Feng Jing, and she felt a little more cordial in her heart.

Feng Xihe asked someone to bring in a large bowl that could accommodate one person lying down, and after bringing in a bucket of hot sand, he asked everyone else in the tent to evacuate first, leaving only her and Ah Ling inside.

Afterwards, Feng Xihe took out a few silver needles and tried them on various acupuncture points on the patriarch's body.

Fortunately, the fox poison among the patriarch was not too serious, probably because Yu Wenjin still wanted to benefit from him and didn't want to deal with him directly.

"Aling, bring the sandman grass and crimson bead grass that I asked you to prepare."

Ah Ling went to fetch the grass as she said, and Feng Xihe put it into a bowl and mashed it into juice.

Riyue Mountain is full of treasures, but it is quite easy for her to find the few herbs she needs.

At this time, she felt a little distressed about the poisonous flowers and weeds that she had planted in Feng Guogong's mansion.

Presumably, after she left, they would all wither in the mansion.

Feng Xihe poured the pounded juice onto pieces of gauze, asked Ah Ling to help, and applied it to several acupuncture points on the patriarch's arm and ankle.

Then, she and A Ling helped the patriarch get up, and helped him lie down in the big bowl.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Seeing Feng Xihe picked up another shovel and scooped hot sand onto the patriarch's body, as if to bury him alive, Ah Ling hurriedly stopped him.

The patriarch raised his head in confusion, as if wondering why Feng Xihe used this method, and also wondering why A Ling would talk to the saint like this.

Aling realized her mistake, and changed her words: "I'm afraid that the saint will be bored out of the Goddess Hall if she doesn't leave the Goddess Hall for a few days, and she will have a headache and brain fever, and do something stupid."

Feng Xihe cast a look at A Ling to let A Ling understand that she was not confused.

Seeing that the patriarch didn't object, Ah Ling gritted her teeth and watched helplessly as the patriarch was buried under the grains of sand, with only her head exposed.

After a while, Feng Xihe put the shovel back into the bucket, turned his head, and said to Ah Ling: "We can go, let the patriarch sleep like this for one night, and the smell on his body should decrease by tomorrow morning."

"Use this method again, and continue for a few days."

A Ling followed her out in surprise, questioning whether the therapy she used was reliable or not.

The clansmen were all waiting outside the tent in fear. They didn't care if the saintess knew poison or not, they only cared that the saintess could solve their troubles.

After Feng Xihe came out, they gathered around her in groups like the stars and the moon, with reverence in their eyes, of course, some of them were disguised.

Among them, there was a woman standing alone behind the clansman, wearing a cloak full of patches on her body.

One leg was bare under the cloak, and she could only stand next to the tent with a cane.

This is Rong Yan who was kidnapped by Madam Yu and the others and pretended to be a hostage.

Ever since Governor Rong failed to force the palace in Jinling City, Yu Wenjin and Mrs. Yu completely gave up on her and threw her into the vast snow-capped mountains.

At that time, Rong Yan was almost eaten by wild beasts, but fortunately, she ran into a member of the Rizhao clan. Seeing her pity, the clan took her back to the clan and gave her food and clothing.

However, Rong Yan lived in Jinling since she was a child, and she was a spoiled young lady, so she was not used to the severe cold of the snow-capped mountains, and the rough food and clothing.

What's more, she lost another leg, and she felt even more upset.

Looking at the fairy-like saint in front of her, and comparing her own situation, Rong Yan's eyes burst into flames.

She looked back, looked at the patriarch's tent with disgust, and prayed in her heart, the patriarch had better be put to death, and let the saint fall from the altar and become like her.

Unexpectedly, just as she finished thinking, she heard someone in the tent suddenly shout: "It's not good, the patriarch is going to die!"

Rong Yan was taken aback for a moment, and was overjoyed.

Even though Feng Xi and the clansmen gathered around him felt awe-inspiring, when they looked at Feng Xi and Shi's eyes, they had already changed.

How could their saint not only fail to heal the patriarch, but also make the patriarch's life more critical?
The patriarch's sons rushed into the tent, and when they saw the clansman fainted in the bowl with red faces, they all cried out, "Father, you must be fine."

You are busy, where can we find gold mines!
Ah Ling was annoyed all of a sudden, looked at Feng Xihe angrily, and whispered: "I told you a long time ago, if you don't have that ability, don't come back with me. It's all right now, something happened to the patriarch, what are you going to do?" Give the tribe an explanation."

"A Ling, don't draw conclusions with them, let me go in and take a look first." Feng Xihe grabbed A Ling's sleeve and hurried in.

Judging from the symptoms of the poisonous hair, she has no problem at all with that method.

The patriarch had already been helped back to the couch. Feng Xihe came in and was startled when he saw the scarlet color on the patriarch's face.

"Saint, I'm sorry, please go out first." One of the patriarch's sons got up and said very sadly: "You are in the Goddess Temple, and you have been closed for a few days. Maybe you have abandoned the Rizhao Clan. Therefore, the gods will no longer Please protect us."

After saying that, the others looked at Feng Xihe and wondered in their hearts whether it was really the saint's fault that what happened to the patriarch now.

Feng Xihe wanted to take a step forward, but the patriarch's son refused to let her approach.

She stared closely, praying constantly in her heart.

At this time, the patriarch's eyelids moved, and then he impatiently brushed away the hands of his sons on his belly, and sat up from the couch in front of everyone.

Everyone panicked, and the patriarch waved his arms in front of them, feeling refreshed.

"Are you treating the saint like this?" The patriarch seemed unhappy.

Everyone suddenly realized that they broke in, just like a farce, and immediately came out disheveled.

A Ling also felt guilty, and lowered her head sullenly.

"Patriarch, please rest in peace." Feng Xihe smiled slightly, and wanted to take Ah Ling out.

"Saint, please stay." The patriarch called her to stop.

Feng Xihe turned around silently and walked back a few steps.

The patriarch looked around and saw that there was no one there, so he said seriously: "You are not a saint, who are you!"

Feng Xihe's eyes narrowed, Ah Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately explained: "Patriarch, it's not what you think..."

"You don't have to explain to me, I'm not trying to expose her, but I'm worried about her identity being exposed." The patriarch waved at Feng Xihe, beckoning her to go, and sighed helplessly: "My child, today's Riyue Mountain is no longer what it used to be. That holy place is like a paradise. You can leave as soon as possible."

Because of Yu Wenjin's disruption, there has been serious internal friction within the clan. Under this kind of internal and external offensive, he no longer wants to involve another innocent woman in it.

The position of the saint is very dangerous.

Feng Xihe hung her eyes, pondered for a moment, then she said again: "Patriarch, but aren't you sticking to this place?"

The patriarch sighed again, his eyes were far away, "Because I am the head of the clan, even if the Rizhao clan is already living under the claws of the devil, I still have to keep it and defend this homeland."

"Also, I heard that King Yu of Ningguo and the current crown prince will lead an army to come soon, and Huaguo will also send troops. No matter what, I will persist until they come."

Feng Xihe felt sad in his heart, and thought that she would persist until Gu Shiyin came.

Immediately, she said sincerely: "Patriarch, Lord Yu is my favorite person. Since you believe in him, please choose to believe in me. I will stop Yu Wenjin and the others from trampling on this pure land."

Because she cares, she is willing to do anything.

The patriarch was startled and couldn't help asking: "What's your relationship with Prince Yu?"

(End of this chapter)