Agent Evil Concubine

Chapter 415 The prelude to punishing the enemy (2)
Therefore, since she and Yan had an insight into Ye Yifeng's little thoughts, how could they not take precautions in advance?
Around Juxian Tea House, apart from a large sea of ​​colorful flowers, there are luxuriant camphor trees.

The camphor tree's thick trunks and clusters of dense green leaves are the only ambush sites that can make Ye Yifeng's subordinates successfully cover their bodies.

Therefore, before Ye Yifeng and his subordinates arrived at the Juxian Teahouse to "go to the appointment", the elders had already applied her and Yan's special potion on each camphor tree trunk.

The special potion applied between the trunks of the camphor trees was colorless and odorless. When Ye Yifeng's subordinates hid among the trunks, they would not be aware of the existence of the special potion at all.

And the colorless and odorless potion, if only the skin or clothes are contaminated, will not harm the human body in the slightest.but……

If the elders secretly release a colorless and invisible light-scented poisonous gas.Then, people whose skin and clothes are contaminated with the special potion will instantly appear limp and weak, unable to speak, and finally completely lethargic.

The hands stretched between the thighs were clenched into fists, and the ten fingers were embedded in the white palms.

It wasn't until Ye Yifeng pinched blood out of his palm with his ten fingers, and Ye Yifeng exhausted all his restraint, that he uttered a calm, calm tone from his lips.

"My hundred subordinates, thanks to the special love of the two, sleep peacefully on the fragrant bed. I must replace the hundred subordinates, thank you for your caring."

The index finger and thumb of the right hand lightly pinch the embroidery needle, allowing the black twine to flow between the silk handkerchiefs.

But the beautiful Shenghua's face lifted slightly, and she showed a charming smile to Ye Yifeng, and Shangguan Ningyue replied with cherry red lips, "You're welcome, you should!"

Such a sly smile like a fox, such a playful smile.

Ye Yifeng, who made the cold air "swish" from the soles of his feet, went straight to the top of his head. He knew clearly in his heart that the inexplicable disappearance of the subordinates of a hundred dead soldiers outside was only Shangguan Ningyue and Xuanyuan Yan. Opened the prelude to venting hatred against him.

As soon as the prelude to venting his hatred was kicked off, he was already terrified.So... Will the upcoming drama slowly torture his soul until his soul is gone?

And could the weapon that finally knocked him out of his wits have something to do with what Shangguan Ningyue is doing now, the actions of densely embroidered silk handkerchiefs?

It must be related!

Shangguan Ningyue's style of punishing the enemy, she would never do anything unrelated to punishing the enemy, so behind her seemingly harmless embroidery, there must be an unfathomable and terrifying conspiracy hidden deep.

Ignoring Ye Yifeng's vigilant gaze, Shangguan Ningyue, who continued to embroider with her head down, held a silky silk handkerchief in her left palm, embroidery needles and black hemp thread fluttering between her right fingers, concentrating on her superb embroidery techniques.

Ye Yifeng stared at Sipa vigilantly, sipping jasmine tea from a cup, Xuanyuan Yan, who was slightly turned sideways, was also looking at Sipa covered in black twine.

Xuanyuan Yan knew that Shangguan Ningyue's embroidering on the silk handkerchief was definitely not what Shangguan Ningyue said before arriving at Juxian Teahouse, but just practicing unfamiliar embroidery techniques.

There must be a purpose for his Yue'er to embroider when punishing the enemy.It's just that Yue'er didn't say it clearly, and he didn't ask too much.

Therefore, it was not just Ye Yifeng who was thinking about Shangguan Ningyue's embroidery in his heart.The same is true for Xuanyuan Yan who sips jasmine tea lightly!
Until, the upper part of the silk handkerchief was embroidered by Shangguan Ningyue with a valuable silk thread, a lifelike majestic and magnificent pattern of golden sunshine and purple dragon.

Shangguan Ningyue used the roughest black hemp thread to embroider the lower part of the silk handkerchief with a vivid pattern of a tortoise in a state of embarrassment and ugliness.

Xuanyuanyan, who understood the meaning of Shangguan Ningyue's embroidery, splashed all the jasmine tea that was in her thin lips, which almost choked her to death, onto the breeze blowing tabletop with a "poof".

"Cough cough cough...hahaha...cough cough cough...hahaha..."

The body quickly leaned against the back of the chair, and the head was facing Xuanyuanyan who was facing the high-altitude beams. He coughed and laughed, and laughed with a cough, and the crystal tears flew out of his eyes.

He finally understood the mysterious meaning of the pattern that his beloved Yue'er had embroidered on Sipa for a long time!

If he was Ye Yifeng, he would definitely want to dig a big hole and bury himself alive.Or... slamming headfirst into a solid wall, killing himself directly.

Unfortunately, Ye Yifeng is Ye Yifeng, he is not the extremely intelligent Xuanyuan Yan.

So, until now, Ye Yifeng, who still hasn't figured out the meaning of Shangguan Ningyue's embroidery, naturally didn't dig a hole to bury himself alive, or hit his head against the wall to die, not to mention what was hidden behind Shangguan Ningyue's embroidery conspiracy?
Just from Shangguan Ningyue on the silk handkerchief, the pattern of golden sunshine, purple dragon and majesty, and the ugly pattern of the tortoise on all fours, it doesn't seem so funny, does it?

Ye Yifeng, who had a surprised expression on his face, and his eyes were misty and misty, looked at the opposite side and raised his head and laughed, tears of laughter flew out of Xuanyuanyan's eyes.

Seemingly aware of Ye Yifeng's surprise, Xuanyuan Yan turned the original laugh into a "puchipuchi" chuckle, and while wiping the crystal tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, he tilted his head to look at Ye Yifeng.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I lost my composure in front of Prince Cang Yue! I swear, I really don't want to lose my composure and laugh like this, but if I don't lose my composure and laugh at the pattern Yue'er embroidered, I will suffocate to death!"

"I'm stupid, please ask Rui Wang to point out the pattern embroidered by your princess Rui..."

His eyes glanced at the silk handkerchief in Shangguan Ningyue's hand again. Ye Yifeng, who still couldn't understand the motive of Xuanyuanyan's smile, clasped his palms towards Xuanyuanyan, and asked expressionlessly, "What made you lose your composure?" The mystery of laughing?"

"How can I be able to give advice to Prince Cang Yue?"

The smiling Xuanyuanyan replied with a "puchipuchi" and a low laugh, "The one who is really qualified to give advice to Prince Cangyue is my family's Yue'er who knows a little bit about embroidery!"

After Xuanyuanyan finished speaking, she lazily played with the embroidery needle with her right finger, and embroidered the lifelike pattern on the silk handkerchief with her left hand. She turned towards Shangguan Ningyue who was swaying in front of Ye Yifeng, and asked with a devilish smile on her face: "Prince Cangyue, do you really want to know why my family Yan lost his composure and laughed?"

His cheeks were slightly livid, and he moved his clasped palms towards Shangguan Ningyue. Ye Yifeng, with the veins on the back of his palms arched, gritted his teeth and replied word by word: "Please be humble!"

Shangguan Ningyue's cherry-red lips and a gorgeous smile made the right palm, which was filled with colorful lights instantly, sweep across the small brocade box on the table with an incomparable speed.

(End of this chapter)