I'm the villain in the book

At least if he was sitting on the dragon seat, he probably wouldn't have taken out the medicine.

Alas, I hope Ning Yongnian's thoughts are different from his own...

She sighed inwardly, and looked at Lu Jingyao, who was already at the door anxiously waiting for the magic medicine to be sent back. The system interface appeared in her mind.

[Mica: Elixir (Heavenly Grade), reshapes the body, heals all diseases, 400 points]

400. After killing monsters a few days ago, I earned a total of 180 points, and I was still short of 220 points.

A bit worse.

Wei Changtian gently handed over Wei Qiaoling, who had been crying to sleep in his arms, to Yuan'er, and then walked to the bed and silently watched Qiuyun, who was so angry.

His eyes were lightly closed, his face was bloodless, and even his lips were pale.

Unlike Yuan'er, who occasionally plays a little bit of a temper, Qiuyun is always hard-working and obedient.

Even if it was cheating at cards, she would stand by her side without hesitation.

I had promised to find time to give her and Yuan'er a name, but I forgot when I was busy...

Fuck the Liu family...

Wei Changtian gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

At this moment, a blood-stained dress stacked in the corner caught his attention.

This is Qiuyun's clothes, which should have been replaced just now for the convenience of treatment. It seems that there is a crumpled rice paper that has been stained red with blood.

what is this?Isn't Qiuyun illiterate?

Wei Changtian took out the rice paper suspiciously and unfolded it in the palm of his hand.

But when he saw the small letters crookedly written on it, he was stunned.

【Gift to Qiuyun and Yuaner】

[Fugu Valley is popular and well-tailored, and Qiu Yunxiang sent it to Yaotai. 】

[The line of dust is broken from time to time, and the blue sea and blue sky will come and go. 】

This worm-like small print is not from Wei Changtian's hand, but it is somewhat similar.

It is estimated that Qiuyun left the "authentic work" he wrote to Yuan'er, and then wrote a copy of it word by word.

The whole poem has a total of 34 characters including the title, and only two "Autumn Clouds" are particularly regular.

Because the only two words Qiuyun can write is her own name.

"call……"

After reading this little poem back and forth several times, Wei Changtian folded the rice paper flat and slowly placed it beside Qiuyun's pillow.

"Wang Er."

"Sir, I am here."

"Prepare the car, I'm going to the hanging mirror department."

Wei Changtian didn't turn his head back: "Also, you go to the palace right now."

"I don't care what method you use, as long as I find out that my father didn't get the mica, immediately let me know."

"Yes."

Without any nonsense or doubts, Wang Er turned around and walked out of the room.

And when Lu Jingyao, who had been standing at the door waiting for the mica chia, heard these words, she hurriedly ran over and asked in a panicked voice:

"Master, what are you going to do?"

"Won't the emperor give us mica?"

"Qiuyun, she won't have an accident!"

"Xiang, Xianggong, what are you talking about..."

"..."

Compared to other people who were still considering the impact of this kidnapping incident on the overall situation, Lu Jingyao's mind was very simple.

She didn't even want to know who kidnapped them, all she could think about was Qiuyun's safety.

Although she is often angry with Qiuyun, she always helps Wei Changtian when she plays cards.

Although she would occasionally be jealous when Qiuyun walked into Wei Changtian's room late at night.

Although Qiuyun doesn't know big characters, and even more difficult to understand the chess, calligraphy and painting, and she has almost no common language with her except for playing cards...

But it was the life and death of such a maid that made her heart sway in her throat.

Lu Jingyao can only rely on Wei Changtian, so now she is particularly afraid of hearing a negative answer, or silence.

"Xiang, Xianggong, say it! Qiuyun won't die, right!"

"You, you tell..."

"Please, tell me..."

The moon is hazy, the chrysanthemums are full of chrysanthemums

Lu Jingyao clenched Wei Changtian's clothes tightly, and asked again and again in an almost pleading tone.

Until a voice that was small, but very trustworthy, rang in his ears.

"Don't worry, Qiuyun will be fine."

Chapter 71

Daning Palace.

Wei Xianzhi and Qin Caizhen met Ning Yongnian in the Changchun Hall of Concubine Hua Gui.

Called the emperor out of the concubine's bed in the middle of the night, and the two of them were gone.

But the more this is done, the more prominent the Wei family's anger.

"..."

"what?!"

"There is such a thing?!"

In the luxurious hall surrounded by aroma, Ning Yongnian placed the tea cup on the table, his face full of anger.

"I'm going to ask people to investigate, and I must find out who is behind the scenes! No matter who it is, I will definitely punish them!!"

"Oh, by the way, Aiqing still wants that mica... Come on!"

"The servant is here." The old eunuch pushed open the door and entered.

"A while ago, the Tianshan Sect gave me a mica and put it in the private library."

Ning Yongnian looked at the old eunuch, waved his hand and ordered, "Hurry up and find it! Someone in Wei Aiqing's family is waiting for this thing to save his life!"

"Yes! The slaves are going!"

The old eunuch responded with a hurried footstep and turned to go out, but just as he walked out of the Changchun Palace, he stopped slowly.

The little eunuch next to him was a little puzzled: "Foster father, aren't we going to find that mica? Why don't you leave?"

"Mica is gone."

"Ah? How can you know if you haven't even looked for it?"

The little eunuch was greatly surprised: "Foster father, could it be you..."

"Shut up! How did I recognize you as such an unhappy child!"

The old eunuch glared at the young eunuch angrily, and explained in a low voice, "The emperor said it's gone, it's gone!"

"Where is the emperor..."

The little eunuch wanted to argue again, but when he saw the old eunuch's eyes, he shrank his neck again and changed the question.

"My son is stupid, please ask my foster father to give some pointers."

"Humph!"

The old eunuch breathed out his nostrils, stroking the little eunuch's hand and asked, "Let me ask you, when the emperor was talking to me, did you see how his hand was placed outside the door?"

"what?"

The little eunuch was stunned for a moment. After recalling it, he reluctantly replied: "I only remember that the emperor did wave his hand to his foster father.

He was touched by the old eunuch with one hand, and the other hand swung left and right in the air.

"You have some eyesight."

The old eunuch nodded and explained, "I'll tell you this habit of the emperor today, listen carefully."

"When the emperor ordered things in front of outsiders, he should not do it if he waved his hands left and right, and he should do it if he waved his hands back and forth."

"You remember?"

"Ah! I remember."

The little eunuch nodded first, then shook his head again, puzzled, "Why doesn't the emperor want to give Mr. Wei the mica? Isn't there someone in the Wei family waiting for this thing to save their lives?"

"Naturally because the emperor was unwilling to save that person's life."

"Why not save it? This is not a good time to win over the Wei family..."

"okay!"

The old eunuch shouted suddenly and stopped explaining.

"Go figure it out for yourself!"

……

……

Mirror Division.

When Wei Changtian dried the rice paper full of words and put it into an envelope, and then put the envelope into his chest, the jade on his waist just started to get hot.

Sure enough, as he thought, Ning Yongnian did not take out the mica.

Intensifying conflict is a tricky game.

Sighing lightly, he got up and walked out of the room, walking along the stone road to the deepest part of the Xuanjing Division.

It was already late at night, and there was not a single officer on the road except for the occasional patrolling guard. The only one small building was heavily guarded.

The architectural style of this small building is different from other buildings in the Hanging Mirror Division. It has no windows or plaques, only a tightly closed black iron door... At first glance, it looks a bit like a fortress in a previous life.

This door has been opened thirteen times in the four hundred years since the establishment of the Xuanjing Division. The last time was more than 60 years ago, when a 500-year-old monster appeared on the outskirts of the city.

As for what is in such a mysterious building?

There is only one thing - ancestral jade.

Zimuyu is an object worn by everyone in the Xuanjing Division. When the mother jade is burned, the Ziyu is also hot.

This process is point-to-point, equivalent to a two-way conversation.

But Zuyu is different. As long as Zuyu is burned, all the associated Ziyu will react, which is a bit similar to the feeling of group texting.

As for how many text messages Zu Yu in this small building can send in groups...

Except for the inner guard who wants to defend the palace, everyone at the helm of the Hanging Mirror Division.

That is to say, if someone sends this signal... Hualingwei, Buyiwei, Zongmi, Liuye, and stickers all have no tasks in Beijing, and they all need to arrive at the Xuanjing Division within a quarter of an hour. Yamen, waiting for dispatch.

With such battles, it is no wonder that the door has only been opened thirteen times in more than 400 years.

"Master Wei! Why are you still in the yamen?"

Seeing Wei Changtian approaching, several guards on the night shift immediately straightened up and greeted, "Isn't it Chongyang today? You didn't go to appreciate the chrysanthemum?"

"No."

Wei Changtian shook his head and said with a smile, "I'd like to trouble some brothers to open the door."

"It's good to talk about it, we are here... what?!"