The country is the matchmaker!Princess Black Lotus is reborn as a poisonous concubine

Hearing the noise, Mu Yun wiped her muddy face and looked up to see two surprised faces about a foot away.

Mu Yun was not surprised that the two of them had such a reaction. She believed that anyone who saw the situation she was in now would be frightened.

Because at this moment, she was struggling to dig holes in the soil with her bare hands, like a puppy that suddenly found a bone that she had treasured for a long time.

Zhuo Lingchu: I’m sure the medicine I gave her before was Yiyuan Pill.

Facing Mu Yun's eyes that saw the savior, the two of them flew down with doubts.

"Uncle Yi, be careful! Move one step to the right!"

"Young Master Chu, you almost stepped on your face!"

The two of them were frightened by Mu Yun's scream and backed away. Only when they stood in the safe area she pointed to did they understand why she reacted like this.

Because under Mu Yun's body, there was a humanoid outline that was the same color as the soil.

Zhuo Lingchu raised his eyes and looked around, and saw a faulty mountain. He guessed that the heavy rain a few days ago caused a small-scale landslide here.

The poor guy right now is probably the unlucky guy who won the jackpot.

Mu Yun waved and said, "Come and help, the person is still alive."

Without saying anything, the two rolled up their sleeves and joined in the digging battle.

After the three people dug out the person with great effort, they carried the person to the carriage and then hurried to the nearest post station ahead.

In the car, Mu Yun rinsed the handkerchief with water, trying to clean up the poor man's face a little.

The man in front of him had gray hair and ragged clothes, looking like a poor old beggar.

Just as her hand was about to touch the old man's cheek, Zhuo Lingchu raised her hand to stop her.

Before she could speak, Zhuo Lingchu had already grabbed the handkerchief and gently wiped the old man's forehead.

It's amazing. On this day, Young Master Chu was very clean. If his jade clothes and robes were stained with even a little dust, he would immediately replace them with new ones. He never saw a speck of mud on his shoes.Such a picky and particular person is actually willing to take care of the clay figurine himself!

Facing Mu Yun's stunned gaze, Zhuo Lingchu raised his eyebrows, looked at her stomach that kept making gurgling sounds, and motioned for her to return to the couch and sit down to rest.

Mu Yun accepted his kindness with a smile and patted his shoulder, "You are indeed my warm-hearted sister!"

Zhuo Lingchu's face suddenly cracked, and he turned his head away resentfully, but his hands continued to wipe.

Mu Yun rubbed her belly while lying on the soft floor, and said gratefully: "Your medicine really works. Although there is still gas surging in the stomach, it is finally no longer leaking."

Zhuo Lingchu's forehead was bulging, thinking that this girl really didn't treat him as an outsider and would say anything to him.

If you are not an outsider, then aren’t you an insider?

Zhuo Lingchu, who was pleased by his own thoughts, unconsciously smiled at the corners of his lips.

Mu Yun's eyes lit up, her good sister had such a beautiful smile.

In front of him, he was sitting lazily on the ground, carefully cleaning the dirt on the old man's face.He has a straight nose, slightly raised corners of his mouth, and relaxed eyebrows. The high ponytail with a jade crown hanging unruly is scattered beside his ears. A black brocade dress outlines his jade-pine-like figure as tight and handsome.

Underneath the brocade...

Mu Yun patted her forehead lightly, cough, what are you thinking!

Putting away her blushing and heart-pounding thoughts, Mu Yun secretly made a decision: from now on, the Princess Mansion's standards for selecting faces must be based on her good sisters!

The carriage was swaying, making Muyun gradually feel tired after a hard night's work.

Closing her eyes slightly, Mu Yun inexplicably remembered an anecdote she heard at a street bun shop in her previous life.

In the picture, the diners at the table repeatedly lamented the pity, "It is said that the famous Chi Jue, who was revered as the King of Poison by the world, unexpectedly died at the foot of Jie Mountain in Yuzhou, a remote rural area. What a pity! I heard that he lived for 150 years Years old!"

Others were also sighing, "It is said that that man has been with poisonous snakes and scorpions all year round, and his body has long been invulnerable to poisons. He has already developed blood and bones that are different from ordinary people. People in the world thought that he would live forever. No idea, You were crushed to death by the collapsing hillside. Sure enough, the King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch and will not keep you until the fifth watch!"

Mu Yun opened her eyes suddenly, Poison King?Chijue?

"Cough cough cough..."

The old man who was still dying suddenly gasped for breath and coughed.

Zhuo Lingchu frowned, turned his head and stretched out his hand to Mu Yun.

Mu Yun instantly understood what he meant and quickly took out the small white bottle from her waist and handed it to him.

Zhuo Lingchu was very generous. He poured out three pills and immediately stuffed them into the old man's mouth.

Bai Kaiji, who heard the commotion and walked in behind the curtain, happened to see this scene. The corners of his lips twitched but he didn't say anything. He quickly grabbed the old man's wrist and checked for his pulse.

The carriage space was suddenly cramped, and Mu Yun huddled quietly in the corner, for fear of disturbing Bai Kaiji's diagnosis and treatment of the old man.

If he is Chi Jue, if he can survive this test today, then she not only saved a person's life today, but also added a bit of life to the assassination that her uncle suffered a few days later.

Because according to Yi Qing, who returned to Ningxing County with an injury at that time, he guessed that what ultimately killed Qin Mingda was not the sword wound that penetrated the chest he received in Linchuan, but the one that was later shot by the Zhaoyang assassin during a surprise attack. A silver needle that may have been quenched with poison.

"The pulse is weak but still stable. Although I haven't eaten for a few days, fortunately my body is not dehydrated. Because the soil has been pressed on the lungs for a long time, the chest cavity has been slightly damaged. I will have some breathing difficulties in the past few days. I will rest for a few days. It shouldn't be a serious problem." Bai Kaiji touched the old man's limbs again and admired, "The old man looks like he is in his seventies or eighties, but his physique is comparable to that of a strong man, and his body bones are really strong."

Mu Yun nodded, yes, there is no doubt that this person is Chi Jue.

However, Bai Kaiji's serious diagnostic attitude in front of her really changed Mu Yun's view of him. At this moment, Bai Kaiji already had the aura of the "Saint Hand in White".

"Master, help him lift his upper body up. I'll look at the back of his head."

Zhuo Lingchu was very obedient and gave Bai Kaiji a hand.

However, Chi Jue, who had been in a coma, suddenly widened his eyes at this moment, turned sideways towards Zhuo Lingchu, who was supporting him, stretched out his claw-like fingers, and opened his hands to strangle his neck severely.

The sudden incident did not make Zhuo Lingchu panic at all. He turned slightly to one side and managed to avoid Chi Jue's attack. He raised and lowered his hand and chopped him unconscious again.

"No wonder he's in such good physical condition, and he's still a practitioner." Bai Kaiji glanced at the back of Chi Jue's head without changing his expression, "Wu Shang, just take care of it."

Mu Yun in the corner was already dumbfounded, firstly because of Chi Jue's sudden awakening and attack, and secondly because of the calm attitude and lightning-fast reaction speed of the two people in front of her.

Thinking of Zhuo Lingchu's outstanding light kung fu when he went to find her, Mu Yun couldn't help but ask: "Young Master Chu, you are so good at kung fu, why do you still need an escort to protect yourself?"

Just as Zhuo Lingchu was thinking about how to explain, Bai Kaiji, whose hands were faster than his brain, stretched out his pig claws, pulled open Zhuo Lingchu's clothes, and exposed half of his arms in front of Mu Yun.

"ah!"

Mu Yun, whose heartbeat was racing, immediately covered her eyes with her hands, but secretly looked through her fingers at Zhuo Lingchu, whose face turned red instantly.

Zhuo Lingchu was so angry that his brain was smoking, and he wanted to throw his nephew with abnormal brain circuit out of the carriage immediately.Considering his gentle image in front of Mu Yun, he bit his back teeth, twisted away Bai Kaiji's hand, and quickly straightened his clothes.

Although he was very fast, Mu Yun still saw the scar that had obviously healed but was still shocking through the gap between his widely opened fingers.

Bai Kaiji looked at Zhuo Lingchu's tense chin and immediately stretched out his hand in a gesture of surrender in fear, "I'm sorry, I just want to clear our names."

The aura of the "Holy Hand in White" above Bai Kaiji's head had disappeared, and Mu Yun's shoulders were so amused by him that her shoulders trembled.Fortunately, the face that was already smiling unbridled was being blocked by his hands, so that Zhuo Lingchu would not be further embarrassed.

Bai Kaiji moved to Mu Yun and said to her righteously: "You misunderstood that day. I was just applying medicine for the master. There is no indescribable relationship between us."

Mu Yun stopped laughing and put down her hand. With an imperceptible wave in her eyes, she nodded calmly, "I know."

It turned out that he had suffered such a severe stab wound. Without the escort and the continuous assassinations along the way, it would be difficult for him to return to Yancheng.

It's not easy for him either.

Looking up to meet Mu Yun's inexplicably softened eyes, Zhuo Lingchu scratched his forehead. Was he being pitied?

Zhuo Lingchu sighed secretly in his heart. Of course it was not easy for him. In order to have a reasonable excuse in this life, he went to the escort agency. On the day when the inn burned down, he clearly knew that the knife would fall on his back, but he still stayed in place. He didn't dodge, Jun'er finally saw his difficulty!But, can you stop treating him as a good sister?