ninth junior sister

Chapter 235

Ling Xiaoruo was a little speechless and asked the sky, she leaned against the stone cave and sighed: "I was actually poisoned to death by my own poison, am I the only one who died in this way in the world?"

She knows the poison she prepared herself. Apart from herself, only Yun Jingxuan can cure it in this world. Now, Yun Jingxuan is far away in Linnan, but she is in the deep mountains and old forests. Fire, if she is asked to prepare it, however, there will be no herbs to prepare the antidote for a while.

Could it be that she is really going to be buried in the vast land of Moxi?

However, even if she dies, she must die freely, and definitely cannot be captured by the bronze masked man.

Ling Xiaoruo fell into a drowsy sleep after thinking so. When she woke up, it was already night. She feebly crawled out of the cave and rolled between the mountains, because she was already hungry, and even if she was going to die, she still had to eat. Dead ghost, how can you not become a starving ghost!
The poison has spread to the whole body, and her poison will make people weak and unable to speak.

After Ling Xiaoruo rolled in the forest for a while, he rolled into a narrow mountain road, his only consciousness was completely swept by darkness.

Earlier, a carriage drove up the mountain road, and there was a driver sitting outside the carriage. His eyes were bright and black, like an alert owl at night. Zhi is a well-trained bodyguard rather than a simple carriage driver.

There are many masters hiding in the woods behind the carriage, protecting the carriage step by step.

Inside the car, a man was wearing a white brocade shirt and was lying crookedly on the couch. He had black and thick black hair tied behind him with a white ribbon. He supported his head with one hand and held a scroll in the other. , looking at the scroll carefully under the dim light.

"My lord, after crossing this Mulan Mountain, you will arrive at Zihe, the imperial city in Moxi." During the walk, the coachman turned his eyes to the people in the car and said respectfully.

Hearing this, the man in the car raised his long and narrow phoenix eyes slowly, and gave a soft "hmm".

After the coachman reported back, he turned his eyes and continued to drive, but just as he looked back, he found a light-colored figure rolling towards the horse's hoof a few steps ahead.

"Call-"

The driver was startled, and immediately reined in the reins, because suddenly, the horse stood up, almost turning the entire carriage upside down.After a jolt, the carriage calmed down.

"What's the matter?" In the carriage, a deep man's voice came out and asked.

When the coachman thought that the horse's hoof was about to step on the person who was rolling out, he felt terrified, and he said calmly, "My lord, someone in front rolled down in front of the horse."

Inside the car, the man's deep voice sounded again: "Go and see what's going on."

"Yes."

The coachman quickly jumped out of the carriage and rushed towards the man who was lying on the ground. After checking, he returned to the carriage and said, "Reporting to my lord, she is a woman from Moxi. She seems to have been deeply poisoned."

Hearing the words, the man in the car narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, his eyes as deep as a cold pool had no other color, he just said lightly: "Take the car with you."

"Yes."

After the coachman agreed to get off, he got up and carried Ling Xiaoruo into the carriage.The carriage did not stop moving forward, and it slowly rolled over the slightly muddy mountain road in early spring, leaving two deep marks.

Inside the carriage, a lamp was like a bean, and the yellow light cast a faint halo. Under the light, there was not much emotion on the man's handsome face. He just lowered his eyes and looked at his eyes. The deep phoenix eyes were covered up.

He stretched out his slender and well-knit hand to rest on Ling Xiaoruo's pulse.He didn't look at her appearance, but just focused on feeling her pulse.

After taking the pulse, Yun Jingxuan's flying eyebrows slightly frowned. The poison in this woman is quite tricky and weird. He never thought that there would be such unpredictable people with poison in Moxi, which surprised him a bit.

Yun Jingxuan took out a small white porcelain jade bottle from his bosom, tilted the body of the bottle slightly, and poured out a small pill from it, he gave it to the woman who was still in a coma, and then opened the carriage Lian asked the coachman, "How long will it take to reach Zihe City?"

The coachman looked at the sky while driving the horse, and then replied: "There is still about a quarter of an hour."

"Speed ​​up the horse, and find a big medicine shop when you arrive at Zihe." Yun Jingxuan put down the curtain and sat back in the carriage after giving orders. Although she took a protective pill, her life was saved, but if she didn't take the antidote in time, she would no longer be able to speak or move.

Yun Jingxuan didn't look at the woman again, instead, he went to the other side, picked up the scroll that had just been put down, and read it again by the light.

There was silence in the carriage, only the sound of rhythmic wheels rolling could be heard.

Ling Xiaoruo fell into a drowsy sleep, she seemed to have a dream in the mist, the white smoke around her was indistinct, as if she had entered the fairyland.She is located among the vast sea of ​​clouds, surrounded by a nine-curved corridor carved from white marble.

"Where is this place?" Facing the land that seemed like a fairyland, Ling Xiao Ruoling asked with parted lips.

After the questioning voice, there was a long echo, lingering in the ears, lingering for a long time.

Ling Xiaoruo raised his eyes, and after a while, he heard the sobbing sound of the flute ringing in his ears. She seemed to have heard the sound of the flute somewhere before, as if it was in Qianshui Lake on the night of Qixi Festival that year , a man in white was holding a flute in his hand, and played a distant tune.

She slowly raised her steps, and followed the sound of the flute to find the past, walking all the way, her toes slipped wisps of smoke souls, and what fluttered was the heart that had been silent for a long time.

Hearing the sound of the flute getting closer, Ling Xiaoruo's heart beat suddenly.

In the blink of an eye, I saw a white shadow standing gracefully in the dense bamboo forest. He was holding a hole flute by his thin lips, and he was playing that eternal song. between her hearts.

"Yunjingxuan..." Ling Xiaoruo raised his hand and called out after seeing the person playing the flute.

After hearing the call, the man stopped playing the flute, turned his eyes back, and looked at her fixedly, but there was endless coldness in those once affectionate eyes.

"who are you?"

He opened his thin lips lightly and asked lightly.

Ling Xiaoruo opened his lips and answered naturally: "I am Ziqing..."

Yun Jingxuan frowned, and after contemplating for a while, he said, "I don't know you."

Ling Xiaoruo frowned, and clenched his fists tightly by his side, Yun Jingxuan even said that he didn't know her anymore, did he forget her?
(End of this chapter)