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Chen Xiangrui's face changed again when he heard the words.

Seeing his face changing, Shen Zhaoxue didn't want to embarrass him, "Since that's the case, I'll prepare all the food and grass in a while. Don't wait for me to escort you back. You will come to tell me that there will be less money."

Hearing Shen Zhaoxue's answer, Chen Xiangrui hurriedly nodded and said that he would be fully prepared. After seeing nothing happened, he bid farewell to Shen Zhaoxue, turned and left.

After the person left, Shen Zhaoxue rubbed the center of her brows, put on her clothes, and opened the door to the bed.

As soon as he walked out, Shen Zhaoxue smelled a strong smell of medicine, he turned his head and took a look, only then saw an attendant passing by him with a pot of medicine.

Shen Zhaoxue wasn't interested in these things at first, but because of the departure today, he didn't know why, and for no reason, he felt that his heart was stuffy and flustered, so he stretched out his hand to stop the attendant.

"Whose medicine is this?" Shen Zhaoxue's eyes fell on the earthen pot.

"My lord, this medicine jar belongs to Second Young Master Shen." The attendant said respectfully.

Zhaoyu's?

Shen Zhaoxue nodded, just let the person go a few steps, then suddenly remembered something and called the person to stop again.

"Wait, you give me the medicine, and I'll deal with it."

The attendant was stopped by him, frowned, with a look of hesitation, "This, this is not good."

"What's wrong?" Shen Zhaoxue raised her foot forward, "Tell me where you want to take it, and I'll take it for you."

"No, no need."

As soon as Shen Zhaoxue said it, the attendant immediately refused, with a flustered expression on his face.

Shen Zhaoxue was skeptical, and decided to take the medicine jar to have a look.

"What's the secret in this medicine?" Shen Zhaoxue reached out and wanted to remove the lid of the jar.

"My lord, my lord, he has ordered you not to see me, so please don't embarrass me." The attendant looked embarrassed.

Shen Zhaoxue paused when she opened the can, and tapped with her fingertips, but finally did not open it.

"Okay, I won't make things difficult for you anymore, you go." Shen Zhaoxue withdrew her hand and smiled at him.

"Thank you for your compassion."

Seeing that Shen Zhaoxue didn't stop her anymore, the attendant had no choice but to hurry away with the medicine jar.

Seeing people walking away, Shen Zhaoxue's eyes dimmed.

After eating, the weather became warmer, so Shen Zhaoxue rode a horse and led the people to set off.

Facing the cold wind howling, the snow particles in the mountains were blown down by the wind from time to time, setting off waves of white mist, and then returned to calm.

"Pavilion Master." The man in black appeared at some unknown time, and he stood beside Shen Zhaoxue and followed the horse's hooves.

Shen Zhaoxue pulled the horse rope, looked down at him, and said calmly, "What's in that jar?"

"Some common herbs, and seven grains."

Seven grains?

Shen Zhaoxue frowned, what did Shen Zhaoyu take this medicinal herb for renewing the soul?

Is his soul annihilated?

"Are there any other herbs?" Shen Zhaoxue faintly concealed a major event.

"No."

Shen Zhaoxue's heart skipped a beat, and she let out a long sigh of relief before ordering her to back off.

He knew about Shen Zhaoyu's medication, so he never asked him what medicine he was taking.

Now it seems that the curare poison in his body may have been cleaned up long ago, but because he still needs to take other medicines, he can only lie to everyone that his poison has not been cleaned up so that he can continue to take medicine.

But what exactly caused Zhaoyu to consume his soul and then take Qiwugu?Shen Zhaoxue didn't know, so she had to wait for Shen Zhaoyu to come back and ask him.

But even if he asked, Shen Zhaoyu would not tell him. After all, he had kept it from him for so long. If he was willing to tell, why wait until Shen Zhaoxue found out.

Shen Zhaoxue rode behind, her mind was in a mess.

At the age of ten, how did Shen Zhaoyu know that he had fallen into that trap?At that time, no one brought him here, so how did he come here step by step?

He entered the court, and Shen Zhaoyu went into business. Everything seemed irrelevant, but in the dark, he was always influenced by him, and Shen Zhaoyu sent it to him when he wanted a tael of money to collect the power.

How did he know that His Majesty visited him for three hours in the palace examination?No one else knew that His Majesty had a cinnabar mole, so where did he know it?

There is also the injury on the wrist, usually when he is injured a little bit, he will always appear in time to inquire, but he seems to know about the injury caused by His Majesty early in the morning, he never asks, but every time he sees it, his eyes always flash With jealousy and unwillingness.

Shen Zhaoxue had a strange premonition, he felt that Shen Zhaoyu seemed to know something.

He tightened his grip on the rein, and he couldn't help but think about it, could it be related to his taking the seven-five-grain elixir?

The sky gradually darkened, with only a bright moon hanging in the sky.

"Master Shen." The little soldier at the side called him, and timidly stood not far away holding a bun.

"Huh?" Shen Zhaoxue was sitting by the campfire, and when she saw him, she called someone over and sat beside him to warm up.

The little soldier sat timidly beside him with his mouth on the bun, and after a while he mustered up the courage to hand the bun to him.

"Have you not eaten yet?" A pair of round eyes were especially clear in the firelight.

Shen Zhaoxue took a look at the steamed bun, thought for a while and reached out to take it.

"Drink goat's milk?" Shen Zhaoxue handed him the goat's milk beside her.

The little soldier shook his head flattered, gnawed on the steamed bun, and watched the sparks pop out the matches.

The two were silent for a while, and then Shen Zhaoxue pushed the firewood into the fire, and then casually asked his name.

"I... I don't have a name." The little soldier scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Then what do they usually call you?"

"Xiao Le, they call me Xiao Le." After returning, the little soldier hurried away with half of the unfinished steamed bun.

In the next few days, Shen Zhaoxue learned about his life experience after talking with him continuously.

Qingli is his home. When Di Yunge ordered the bloodbath of the whole city, he was still a baby in swaddling clothes. Even so, Di Yunge still refused to let him go, but how did he survive and grow up so big? Can't remember.

He only knows that he is from Qingli Wanbu, and his parents were brutally murdered by His Majesty.

"Because Mr. Chen said that you are going to reed the flute on this trip and pass by Qingli, so I begged to follow along to have a look."

Xiao Le drank goat's milk, gnawed on steamed buns, smiled and squinted, and told Shen Zhaoxue why he followed him on this trip.

Shen Zhaoxue watched him eat, although she had a smile on her face, but she couldn't smile in her heart.

"My lord." Xiao Le ate and ate, his smile dimmed suddenly, he looked a little lost while holding the bun.

"What's wrong?" Shen Zhaoxue asked softly.

Xiao Le grabbed the steamed bun, and there was still a smear of dried onion hanging on his greasy mouth. He hesitated for a while, and then asked in a low voice, "I heard from them that you have made friends with His Majesty..."

Shen Zhaoxue's smile froze all of a sudden, he held his breath and dared not speak.

Xiao Le lowered her head and didn't see it, and continued to ask tentatively in a low voice, "You are so nice, your Majesty must have forced you, right?"

For a moment, Shen Zhaoxue's throat was sore, he pursed his lips and did not speak.

After all, in Xiao Le's eyes, Di Yunge washed Qingli with blood, killed his parents, and even wanted to kill him. He is a cold-blooded emperor who does all kinds of evil.