The emperor ran away, the female supporting role died again

Chapter 98
Afterwards, the two people's faces were flushed, and the whole person felt completely new.

Murong Duo and Murong Xuan fell asleep after taking the medicine, and Murong Yan also retreated with everyone.

"Yanyan, isn't your third aunt very powerful?" Xiao Aojiao asked while lying in Murongyan's arms on the way to Liqingyuan.

Murong Yan thought for a while, carefully searched the memory of the original owner, then shook his head, "No, it seems that her spiritual power is only at the elementary level of the third level."

"How is it possible?" Xiao Aojiao frowned and said, "Then, does she have any other special abilities?" Xiao Aojiao asked again unwillingly.

"No, what's the matter, is there something wrong?"

There were so many people together just now, Xiao Aojiao became interested in third aunt Wen's alone, and Murong Yan became curious too.

"No, not really," Xiao Aojiao pouted, "However, I saw that she was very excited after getting your prescription, as if what she was looking at was not a prescription."

Hearing this, Murong Yan smiled knowingly, "Of course, she will be excited about the possible life-saving formula written on that prescription."

"But..." Xiao Aojiao still felt that something was wrong, but was interrupted by Murong Yan.

"Okay, there's nothing to worry about. No matter why she was so excited, now that Xuan'er and Duo'er are cured, it's a good thing that everyone is happy."

These words were from Murong Yan's heart. The twists and turns of Wanfu Temple's disappearance were also for the sake of these two children. Now that they have cured the source of the disease, Murong Yan can be regarded as a matter of concern.

Moreover, she could clearly feel that after this incident, her position in the hearts of the old lady, uncles and aunts was not just that of a child in a big house.

After the incident with Nan Huanhuan a few days ago, Murong Yan clearly felt the difficulties brought about by his previous reputation.

No matter in this Murong Mansion or outside, as long as there is someone with a little bit of status to attack her, she may become the target of public criticism.

As for other people, don't say that there are very few people who speak for her, even if there are one or two, it is difficult to reverse the long-standing stereotypes that have been formed in the hearts of the world.

Now, she has slightly reversed the situation in Murong Mansion.

And the people outside...

Although Murong Yan didn't care much about the opinions of outsiders, it still felt very uncomfortable to be pointed at by others as soon as he walked on the street.

The only way to reshape his image as a person in Kyoto is the upcoming poetry gathering.

The poetry gathering is mainly a competition for essay items, but it is different from the ancient literati competitions I have seen in previous lives.

The Poetry Picking Club of Great Chu is based on writing as its soul and spiritual cultivation. If you want to win any literary item, you must have a spiritual cultivation that is better than the other party.

For example, if you want to answer a question, if you don't have a certain amount of spiritual power, you may not even be able to open the locker for the test question, so how can you answer it correctly?

"What can I do with this?" Murong Yan sat on a round stool, propping his head with one hand, "Spiritual power is only at the first level, and it may be brushed down in the first round."

Suddenly, Murong Yan's eyes lit up.

"I have Tao Spring now. Tao Spring is the holy water of ancient times. Maybe soaking in the water will improve my practice!"

Thinking of this, Murong Yan immediately acted, and easily entered the space according to Dongfang Baijiao's method.

The space is still dimly lit, but it is consistent with the night outside.

(End of this chapter)