The empress draws her sword for love and conquers the three realms

Gongsun Hongming rubbed his eyes and said in surprise: "Aren't these Taihang and Wangwushan?"

Why are these two mountains moving on their own?

He stared at the past with wide eyes, and then he vaguely saw a delicate and insignificant person moving under the mountain holding the huge mountain.

He took a breath and said, "My aunt! You are such a tiger..."

I saw that the man's skin was as white as jade, his figure was graceful and slender, his green hair was like a waterfall, floating on his shoulders, trembling with the trembling of his delicate body, exuding bursts of fragrance.

Feng Qingluo's figure moved slowly under the two mountains. Gongsun Hongming was startled for a moment. He wanted to step forward to help but suddenly found that he had no way to do it.

Not everyone has the ability to move mountains and seas. It's okay to divert water. This power of moving mountains...

Gongsun Hongming only felt that his mouth was dry, his heartbeat was racing, and some beautiful pictures appeared in his mind uncontrollably.

As Feng Qingluo walked southwest, the overflowing molten fire became more and more boiling. There were bursts of harsh noises.

The armor on Feng Qingluo's body was dyed red by the molten fire, and the mottled blood stains dotted the armor, which looked particularly eye-catching.

She single-handedly moved two mountains to the gap in the basalt crater, forming a huge abyss.

Looking at the molten flames slowly pouring into the abyss, Feng Qingluo murmured in a low voice: "This should be able to withstand it for a while."

"Yes! If the volcano cannot be extinguished, once the abyss is filled, the three realms will be reduced to scorched earth in an instant."

Gongsun Hongming's voice sounded behind her.

"I……"

Feng Qingluo hesitated to speak, which made Gongsun Hongming feel distressed.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew across her neck, and she couldn't help but shrink her head.

Gongsun Hongming couldn't help but snickered, twirled the tip of his nose with his index finger, looked at Taihang Mountain and Wangwu Mountain and said jokingly: "I respect you as a man."

Feng Qingluo looked up at him, his clear eyes full of confusion.

"Don't think about it, go back first, the sacred mountain is still sinking."

"Ah."

Feng Qingluo nodded.

As soon as they turned around, Duo Wen hurriedly caught up with them.

"Young Master, Emperor Zun...Young Master."

Gongsun Hongming's pupils shrank, he let go of the hand holding Feng Qingluo, and stepped forward, "What's the big deal?"

Duowen took a breath and said, "Emperor Xuanyuan... fell ill."

"How is it possible? My grandma has always been in good health."

"Don't ask so many questions. Let's go back first."

Feng Qingluo and Gongsun Hongming hurried back to the sacred mountain following Duo Wen.

Their footsteps were hurried, and their figures flickered in and out of the dense forest.

The surrounding wind, birdsong, and the sound of leaves rubbing against each other seemed to be ignored by them, and all they could think about was the news that Emperor Xuanyuan was ill.

Passing through a dense pine forest, the outline of Xuanyuan Mountain gradually appeared in their sight.

The heartbeats of Feng Qingluo and Gongsun Hongming accelerated, and they ran into the palace in unison.

Emperor Xuanyuan's face was ashen, his lips were purple, and he was lying on the couch with weak breathing.

"This... this is poisoning!" Feng Qingluo exclaimed and immediately went to check on Emperor Xuanyuan's condition.

Gongsun Hongming followed closely, with a solemn look on his face, "Yes, it's poisoning. And the poison has begun to penetrate deep into the internal organs."

Feng Qingluo frowned and immediately took out the antidote pill from his arms and fed it to Emperor Xuanyuan.

Gongsun Hongming began to deliver Qi to Emperor Xuanyuan, hoping to help him dispel the toxins in his body.

The two of them worked together in perfect harmony, without wasting any time.

But there was no change in Emperor Xuanyuan's condition. Feng Qingluo realized something was wrong and quickly took Emperor Xuanyuan's wrist to check his pulse.

Feng Qingluo frowned and his fingers trembled slightly.

In disbelief, he made another careful diagnosis, and then let out a confused "hiss" sound.

Gongsun Hongming whispered: "What's wrong?"

"My wife's pulse shows no signs of poisoning, and there is no abnormality in her pulse."

"But grandpa's complexion and lip color look like he's been poisoned!"

"..."

Feng Qingluo's frown did not relax, and the confusion in his eyes deepened.

She let go of Emperor Xuanyuan's wrist, thought for a moment, then suddenly stood up and took out the silver needle from the medicine box.

"My dear, Luoluo wants to give you an acupuncture." Feng Qingluo said softly, while the silver needle in his hand quickly shuttled across Emperor Xuanyuan's acupuncture points like a swimming dragon.

The places where the silver needles fell were all the important acupoints of Emperor Xuanyuan.

Everyone around them waited with bated breath, and a tense atmosphere filled the air. Only Feng Qingluo's hand was as steady as ever, and every rise and fall of the silver needle was accurate.

Finally, when the last silver needle fell, a hint of understanding flashed in Feng Qingluo's eyes. She put away the silver needle and diagnosed Emperor Xuanyuan's pulse again. Then she turned to Gongsun Hongming and said, "Brother, it is true that my uncle was not poisoned."

"It's not poison? What's going on?"

"To be precise, it's poisonous poison, which is difficult to detect. I think the poisonous grains were deliberately raised in the vessel, making the vessel a source of poisonous poison."

As Feng Qingluo spoke, he stood up and walked to the table to inspect the tea cups.

Feng Qingluo reached out to pick up the tea cup and observed it carefully. Her fingers gently stroked the edge of the tea cup, as if she could feel the tiny flaws.

Some pictures emerged in her mind, which were descriptions of poisonous poisons that she had read in ancient books.

Poison is a colorless and odorless poison that is often hidden in the tea and wine that people drink daily, making it difficult for people to detect it. This kind of poison vessel is like a symbiotic relationship, in which various poisonous insects and poisonous weeds are raised. Through the interaction between them, highly poisonous substances are produced.

"Bring me all the food utensils my grandma has been using recently."

Feng Qingluo's eyes turned cold, his voice deepened, and he raised his head to look at Xian'e beside him.

The murderous eyes frightened Xian'e and she was stunned, trembling and not daring to move.

"Go! Why are you so stunned?" Feng Qingluo said sharply.

Xian'e nodded blankly and retreated.

Xian'e ran to the kitchen in a panic, picked up all the utensils that Emperor Xuanyuan had used recently, and held them carefully for fear of breaking one.

Her hands were trembling. The things in front of her were once so ordinary, but now they made her feel extremely scared.

After a while, Xian'e walked in holding the food utensils. Feng Qingluo took the food utensils and looked at them carefully one by one.

"Are they all here?"

"Back to Di Ji, all the food utensils that Emperor Zun uses on daily basis are here."

"Okay, let me take a look first."

It was unremarkable, there was nothing unusual about any of the utensils.

Feng Qingluo didn't even know where to start, so he turned around and walked to the bed again.

At this time, a crystal clear tea cup on the couch caught her eye. Her pupils shrank and she immediately picked it up.