Start practicing from marrying the disfigured princess

During the Chinese Valentine's Day, there is nothing wrong with using Chinese Valentine's Day as the theme of the cultural gathering.

only.

Compared with those common themes, it is more difficult to write poems on the topic of Chinese Valentine's Day.

After hearing this, the talented people from all over the world frowned and began to think hard.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the fine wine and delicacies placed on everyone's tables remained untouched.

They came all the way to the capital because they wanted to compose a masterpiece and become famous all over the world, and were not interested in anything else.

I do not know how long it has been.

Finally, someone stood up, smiled warmly, and cupped his hands: "I would like to offer some suggestions and compose a poem."

When everyone looks at him, he chants loudly:

“Looking at the stars alone by the river, it’s hard to weave the sky silk at night.

Throwing the shuttle, vibrating the tweezers, and moving the thorns, because of lack of sleep in autumn..."

From a literary point of view, this poem is not satisfactory.

It must have been made and polished in advance, and it was hidden until today.

After many talented people read it, they burst into cheers.

Immediately afterwards, several more people stood up to recite poems, and for a while, the atmosphere became lively.

Corner location.

Ren Pingsheng glanced at the talented people one by one, and soon found a fair and handsome scholar.

He picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said casually: "The man named Yang Jian is a good poet, quite talented, and has a handsome appearance. I just don't know if he has someone he likes. If not, he could be a good match."

Little Celestial Master Mu Rou didn't understand why he suddenly said such a sentence. There was a hint of doubt in her eyes and she turned to look at him.

Seeing that his eyes never left a certain direction, he looked around and saw a young scholar with delicate features and fair skin.

moment.

Mu Rou's expression became a little strange, and she silently withdrew her gaze without saying a word.

"Why don't you say anything? Don't you like it?"

Ren Pingsheng couldn't figure out the Little Heavenly Master's preferences, so he hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice and asked, "What do you think of Miss Mu?"

Mu Rou was confused: "What does the young master mean?"

Ren Pingsheng stretched out his hand and pointed at the scholar: "What does Miss Mu think of him?"

Why do you ask?

Could it be that Mr. Ren... doesn't take the ordinary path?

Mu Rou's expression stiffened for a moment, then quickly returned to normal. She squeezed out a smile and nodded perfunctorily: "It's not bad."

Fortunately, but not satisfied.

Ren Pingsheng said no more and continued to search the crowd.

After half a stick of incense, he pointed to another handsome scholar and asked in a low voice: "What does Miss Mu think of this person?"

Mu Rou looked in the direction of his finger and saw another white-faced scholar. His breathing was slightly stagnant and he nodded perfunctorily: "Not bad."

Not satisfied yet?

Don’t all literary girls like this kind of white and clean little fresh meat?

Ren Pingsheng had no choice but to continue searching among the crowd.

The next half hour.

Ren Pingsheng pointed out a few talented people who were good at poetry and had good looks.

The Little Heavenly Master's reply was always: "It's okay."

"No wonder the Heavenly Master took out the Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra as a reward in order to marry her off. His eyes were too high. He didn't like the handsome ones, nor the talented ones.

Could it be that I made a mistake in judgment and that she actually likes a rough guy?

If it really doesn't work, hold a banquet next time and gather all the martial arts disciples in the capital. I don't believe that no one can see eye to eye. "

Ren Pingsheng thought so in his heart.

Of course, just in case, he didn't give up yet. He picked up the tea cup, moistened his throat, and continued to search the crowd.

aside.

Mu Rou glanced at Ren Pingsheng secretly from the corner of her eye, and saw that he was still looking for the white-faced scholar, feeling extremely confused.

No wonder I don't hate him, it turns out he is... Lord Long Yang.

Too.

How could an ordinary man be as careful and considerate as him, and consider everything in detail.

I should have thought of it earlier.

The little Heavenly Master was thinking wildly for a while, when he heard Ren Pingsheng's voice again: "What do you think of Miss Mu?"

"fine."

Mu Rou couldn't accept this fact for a while, her mind was confused, and she talked casually.

"Miss Mu didn't even look at it, but you think it's okay?"

Ren Pingsheng saw her lowering her head, her tone slightly helpless.

Hearing this, Mu Rou raised her eyes to look at him, hesitated for a moment, and spoke her true thoughts: "To be honest, young master, in my opinion, there is no difference between these people..."

Having said this, he pursed his lips, made up his mind, and continued: "Young master, just like it."

Ren Pingsheng: "?"

What is the use of finding a partner for you if I like it?

wrong.

Doesn't she think I'm looking for myself?

Realizing this, Ren Pingsheng turned to look at Mu Rou. Seeing that her expression was strange and her eyebrows seemed to be tangled, he immediately knew that his guess was right.

"Damn! No wonder everyone says it's okay, they thought I was Lord Long Yang!

The little Celestial Master looked at Wen Wen Jingjing, and there was all kinds of chaos in his mind! "

Ren Pingsheng cursed a few times and lowered his voice: "Miss Mu misunderstood, what I mean is, what does Miss Mu think of them?

If it feels good, I can send someone to inquire about their information and create opportunities for Miss Mu. "

"Create opportunities for me?"

Mu Rou was stunned for a few seconds and finally realized what he meant.

It turned out that he was looking for a Taoist partner for me.

No wonder.

I thought……

Thinking of her random guesses just now, her fair face was flushed with a touch of red, and she felt hot. It took a while for her to calm down and confessed softly: "Mr. Mu should know that I reject contact with men of the same age. When those people stand in front of me, I will only feel disgusted."

Why does it sound like misogyny?

Is there really such a disease in the world?

Ren Pingsheng was a little unconvinced and couldn't help asking: "Is there no exception?"

Hearing this question, Mu Rou's heartbeat accelerated a bit, but her face did not change at all. She nodded gently: "No exception."

Beside her.

Qiu'er heard the conversation between the two and looked like she wanted to say something but stopped.

She wanted to tell the prince loudly: "Yes, the prince is the exception!"

However, noticing the look in her own lady's eyes, she hesitated for a few seconds and kept it in her heart and didn't say it out loud.

"No exceptions? I remember that when we rode on the same horse that day, her reaction was not so intense. After the horse started running, she took the initiative to put her hand on my waist."

Thinking of this, Ren Pingsheng looked at Mu Rou and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "That day, Miss Mu and I rode on the same horse back to Ren Mansion. Miss Mu didn't seem to be disgusted?"

The whispering voice gently fell into his ears.

Mu Rou's heartbeat stopped for a second, suppressing the inexplicable uneasiness and helplessness that surged up, pretending to be indifferent and replied: "Young Master misunderstood, and still disgusted, but I didn't say it for the sake of your face."

Is that so?

Ren Pingsheng still didn't quite believe it, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes.

It's not that he believed it, but the performance of the little Taoist priest that day was too normal and not in line with common sense.

"The Yin-Yang Heart Sutra, if the two are in love, the efficiency of cultivation will be higher. There is no need to stick to Taoist disciples, as long as the woman has cultivation."

Mu Rou was afraid that he would find out that she was lying, and she was a little panicked in her heart. She deliberately mentioned the dual cultivation method to change the subject, telling him in a clear and subtle way that if they wanted to practice dual cultivation, they didn't have to find her.

Such a blunt change of subject.

Ren Pingsheng could naturally hear it.

In the past, he would definitely follow the other party's words.

But this time, thinking of the task assigned by the old master, he hesitated for a while, and still said: "I understand everything that Miss Mu said. In fact, the reason why I want to practice this method is not to improve my own strength, but to treat my wife's illness."

My wife...

Mu Rou was slightly startled, her body froze in place, and her fair face showed a trance.

Seeing her at a loss, Ren Pingsheng whispered: "Miss Mu, don't you know? I have married His Highness Chang'an."

Living in Longhu Mountain for a long time, the news is blocked.

It was the first time that Mu Rou heard this news. She was in a trance for a few seconds before she smiled lightly: "Very good."

"If her illness can be cured, it would be even better."

Ren Pingsheng said leisurely: "Fortunately, there is a treatment method now, which is the Yin-Yang Heart Sutra. After a while, I plan to practice this technique with her."

Haven't started practicing yet.

Mu Rou's eyes moved slightly, and she was a little curious about what disease his wife, that is, Princess Chang'an, had.

In addition, there were many doubts in her heart.

Why did Princess Chang'an, the daughter of heaven who was praised as the "first genius of a thousand years", suddenly marry Ren Pingsheng.

Why was Ren Pingsheng willing to come to the capital to marry her.

Did they get married because they loved each other sincerely, or for other reasons... and so on.

In short, she was very interested in what happened between Ren Pingsheng and Princess Chang'an.

At this time

Ren Pingsheng, who was standing by, suddenly thought of something, looked at Mu Rou, and asked curiously: "Miss Mu's weak and sickly body, can it be improved by practicing the Yin-Yang Heart Sutra?"

Mu Rou's eyelashes trembled slightly, hesitated for a moment, and told the truth: "I don't know."

I don't know... In other words, it may be useful.

No wonder the old master is so anxious to let his disciple get married.

Maybe he wants her to practice the Yin-Yang Heart Sutra to improve her physique.

The more Ren Pingsheng thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and he said seriously: "To be honest, Miss, I have heard a hermit mention a disease called misogyny, which manifests as an unusual disgust for men, which is very similar to Miss Mu's symptoms."

Misogyny?

This is the first time Mu Rou has heard this word, and she is confused.

Ren Pingsheng looked at her and said earnestly: "In my opinion, since it is a disease, we must find ways to treat it, and we must not let it develop, and we must not hide the disease and avoid doctors..."

Speaking of this, he paused, hesitated for a while, and said: "I know that what I say next may cause Miss Mu's disgust, but I still have to say it.

No one is born the same in the world. Some women are born to hate men. They just want to live with women. This is normal. They will live as they should in the future. They just have to endure the strange looks of their parents and elders.

But, in my opinion, Miss Mu is different from these people. Miss Mu is not born to hate men..."

Speaking of this, Mu Rou opened her mouth and wanted to say something.

Before she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Ren Pingsheng: "Miss Mu, wait for me to finish, and it's not too late to refute."

Hearing this.

Mu Rou's eyelashes trembled slightly and fell silent.

Ren Pingsheng looked at her and continued: "The reason why I said this is because that day, I could feel that Miss Mu did not hate me. Maybe there was some discomfort and disgust, but it was far from the degree of disgust. This is obviously different from people who are born to hate men.

Therefore, I guess that Miss Mu was not born like this. She just experienced something when she was young, which left a shadow or trauma in her heart. When she grew up, she developed diseases and disliked men of the same age.

If this is the case, I can responsibly tell Miss Mu that this is a disease that can be cured after treatment, and she is not the only one who has this disease. Most people in the world have this disease, but some people have mild symptoms. It has no impact on life and does not require treatment. However, some people have severe symptoms and must receive treatment before they can live a normal life..."

Speaking of which.

Qiu'er on the side couldn't help but interjected: "Miss, the prince is right, just like a slave, he was bitten by a snake when he was a child. He still feels scared when he sees the rope, and sometimes he even has to walk around it."

"That's it..."

Mu Rou's eyelashes trembled slightly as she couldn't help but recall the past.

When she was young, her father sent her to school.

Because she is the only girl in the school.

Children of similar age often bully her together.

Throwing away her books for no reason, pulling her hair, standing in a circle, and making fun of her were all common occurrences.

It seems that from that time on, she didn't want to get along with boys of the same age. When she had nothing to do, she would hide in the house and read alone.

This habit has been maintained to this day.

"This... is actually a disease."

Mu Rou had a dazed look on her face and murmured to herself.

In fact, she knew in her heart that Ren Pingsheng was right.

But habits formed over many years are not so easy to change.

I thought that I might get married to a man and live together in the future.

She still felt nauseous and instinctively turned her stomach.

"Sure enough, another PTSD patient."

Ren Pingsheng looked at the little Heavenly Master in front of him and sighed in his heart. After a few seconds of silence, he said in a gentle voice: "I know that Miss Mu's dislike for men of the same age has become instinctive. It is not easy to correct it. .

But no matter what, this is a disease. Miss Mu should face it bravely and actively treat it, rather than give up lightly, let alone hide the disease and avoid treatment. "

aside.

Qiu'er was still depressed because the prince had already married. When he heard this, his eyes lit up and he agreed with it. He softly agreed: "Yes, miss, we should take good care of the disease."

Mu Rou was so confused that she lowered her eyes and said nothing.

"You can't push too hard, you have to give her time to buffer and accept."

After thinking about this, Ren Shengsheng slowed down his tone and said, "Miss Mu, don't think too much. I'm here to attend the cultural gathering today. Composing poems is the main business. Let's talk about these things when we have time."

There was a hint of hesitation on Mu Rou's fair face. After a few seconds, her pink lips opened slightly and her voice was soft: "Young Master Ren, you don't have to worry so much about me. I think it's fine as it is now and there's no need to change."

aside.

Qiu'er curled her lips and retorted: "That's because the young lady is sick and doesn't know how good men are."

Ren Pingsheng glanced at her and thought: You know?

Mu Rou looked at Qiu'er, her thoughts were similar to Ren Shengsheng's.

Seeing the two people looking at her, Qiu'er blushed slightly and said softly: "Although I am not married yet, I have read many story books, such as "The Romance of the West Chamber", "The Legend of White Snake", and "Nie Xiaoqian". The men in them are like Zhang Sheng, Xu Xian, and Ning Caichen are all very good. I will also find a weak scholar to be my husband in the future."

Hearing the familiar name, Ren Pingsheng's eyes twitched and he said nothing.

These three are all role models for men.

Let’s not talk about Zhang Sheng abducting Miss Xiangguo.

Xu Xian and Ning Caichen, one is playing with snakes, the other is playing tricks...it's amazing just thinking about it.

anyway.

The storybooks I copied were so popular in Zhou Dynasty that even a little maid like Qiuer mentioned them as treasures.

Ren Pingsheng was thinking wildly for a while when he heard the violent coughing of the Little Heavenly Master.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

"Miss."

Qiu'er looked anxious and hurriedly stepped forward to gently caress her back to comfort her.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

A violent cough echoed in the quiet lobby.

At this moment, the talented scholars were suffering from the inability to compose excellent poems, and they were depressed. They listened to the words one by one, with impatience in their brows.

"Who is this? Why does he keep coughing? If he is sick, he should go home and take a good rest. Why should he run around when he has nothing to do?"

"That's right, the voice sounds like a woman. The sage said that only villains and women are difficult to raise. It's true."

The words just fell.

Where the coughing sound came from, a handsome young man in brocade clothes stood up with an expressionless face and looked around.

"It's Prince Zhenbei, and that person is his companion."

Realizing this, everyone fell silent.

When a foreign scholar saw this scene, he showed annoyance on his face and cursed in a low voice: "If you don't let others tell you what you did wrong, there is no difference between it and bullying others. Even if the difficulty in traveling is really his fault, he has talent but no virtue. "

The person next to him advised: "Stop saying a few words. Prince Zhenbei has been in the limelight recently. I heard that King Jin had to stay away when he saw him. Let's take it easy."

Ren Pingsheng's side.

While Mu Rou coughed, she looked at Ren Pingsheng who was standing up from the corner of her eye, feeling an unprecedented sense of security in her heart.

In a daze, she seemed to have returned to her childhood.

While he was being teased by others, a kind figure suddenly appeared and stood in front of him, using his actions to intimidate those classmates who bullied him.

Gradually, she felt the discomfort in her chest dissipate a lot, and she stopped coughing.

"Miss, tea."

Qiu'er brought the teacup to her.

Mu Rou reached out to take it, took a sip, and glanced at Ren Pingsheng unconsciously.

Coincidentally, Ren Pingsheng was also looking at her.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Just a moment later, Mu Rou looked away and looked elsewhere, her little heart skipped a beat.

On the other side.

Seeing that she was fine, Ren Pingsheng looked at everyone and slowly said: "This prince has a humble work, please appreciate it."

The voice fell.

The whole hall was quiet in an instant.

The talented men in the capital looked at Ren Pingsheng together, their faces showing excitement, holding their breath and waiting quietly.

They knew that another masterpiece would be published today!

The talented men from other places looked a little strange when they saw this scene.

Before they came to the capital, they had only heard of the poem "Hard to Travel", and thought that Ren Pingsheng was indeed talented, but far from the realm of "Poet Champion".

At this moment, feeling the admiration of Ren Pingsheng by the talented scholars in the capital, they all became curious, wondering what kind of poem this prince of Zhenbei, who was touted as the Poet Champion, could write today.

"The silver candlelight in autumn is cold on the painting screen, and the light silk fan flutters the fireflies.

The night sky is as cool as water, lying down to watch the Altair and Vega stars."

Ren Pingsheng's face was calm and he recited softly.

In an instant.

Yirenju was quiet.

After savoring it carefully, the talented scholars and beautiful women frowned slightly, and they all felt a faint resentment filling their hearts, which could not be described in words.

"The first three lines describe the beautiful scenery, just like the cool night in a quiet courtyard, and the beauty is elegant. The last line only talks about sitting and watching the two stars. There is no trace of separation, reunion, sorrow and joy, but the girl's heart is all in the look... Good poem, really good poem."

A handsome young man gave his own evaluation, looking at Ren Pingsheng with a touch of respect, and said sincerely: "It is not easy to create such a good work on the theme of Qixi... Ren Shikui is worthy of his reputation."

The voice fell.

The talented people from Jiangdong all cast surprised eyes.

The speaker is their Jiangdong's famous talent, who has always been arrogant and does not take others seriously.

For so many years, it is the first time they have heard him give such a high evaluation to others. It seems that the poetic talent of the Prince of Zhenbei is indeed unique in the Great Zhou.

Following.

Several other talented people commented on this poem.

Different people have different feelings.

Some people put themselves in the shoes of the prince of Zhenbei and thought that the poem was written by the prince of Zhenbei to illustrate the difficulty of the meeting between the monarch and his subjects by using the difficulty of the resentful woman in the palace.

Some people think that this poem was written for the resentful woman in the palace, and the meaning is beyond words, and the resentment is revealed without being expressed.

Of course, no matter what kind of understanding and feelings there are, everyone's evaluation of this poem is extremely high.

On the side.

Mu Rou savored it carefully, and a picture appeared in front of her.

At night, a weak woman sat on the stone steps, covered with a blanket, looking up at the night sky, alone and helpless.

"He wants to tell me through this poem that if I don't want to treat the disease, I will be as lonely and desolate as the woman described in the poem?"

After reading it silently in her heart several times, Mu Rou felt more and more that this was the fact.

In the past, if someone used this method to admonish herself, she would only feel bored.

But I don't know if it's because the poem is very well written or for some other reason.

Facing Ren Pingsheng's admonition, she did not feel disgusted, but just felt a little childish.

She pouted and muttered softly: "Just now he said we could talk again when we were free, but now he is writing poems to persuade me. He is hypocritical. I don't know how curing my... misogyny will benefit him."

In fact.

Ren Pingsheng didn't think so much at all. The reason why he copied this poem was just because he only remembered this poem about the Qixi Festival.

Aside.

The little Taoist priest was still thinking, thinking: "By the way, did he write this poem himself, or did he get it from the hermit named Tang Song?

Is there really such a hermit in the world? If he wrote it himself, why did he coax me?"

Thinking about it, he suddenly felt a little dizzy, groggy, and a little weak.

"Is your illness getting worse again?"

Mu Rou frowned slightly, put her hand on her forehead, hesitated for a moment, looked at Ren Pingsheng, and called softly: "Young Master..."

Ren Pingsheng turned his head and saw that her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were bloodless. His heart sank, and he asked as if to confirm: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Mu Rou's face was pale, and she nodded slightly.

"I'll go ask the imperial physician."

Ren Pingsheng stood up and walked out without saying a word.

As soon as he took a step, he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by Mu Rou.

"No...no need."

A weak voice sounded.

Ren Pingsheng didn't hear clearly, stopped, leaned over slightly, and called softly: "Miss Mu?"

Mu Rou pursed her lips: "Rest, just rest for a while."

"It's like this, and you still need to rest for a while?"

Ren Pingsheng frowned and wanted to say something, and heard her voice rise a little: "Really, really nothing."

"..."

That's it.

Ren Pingsheng had nothing to say, so he nodded slightly: "I understand."

Then, he called the female shopkeeper and asked: "Do you have a secluded private room with a bed where you can rest?"

The female shopkeeper was slightly startled, subconsciously glanced at Mu Rou, and nodded hurriedly: "My Lord, it's on the third floor."

"Open a room for me."

"I understand, Your Majesty, I will wait a moment."

The female shopkeeper responded, twisted her slender waist, and turned to leave.

After a while, he returned to Ren Pingsheng and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, everything is ready. I will take you over."

Ren Pingsheng said calmly: "Tell me which room, and I'll go there myself."

The female shopkeeper replied: "Room No. 2, Tianzi."

"good."

Ren Pingsheng waved his hand: "Go on and stay."

"The slave family is retiring. If the prince has something to do, just give me your orders."

The female shopkeeper bowed and left.

Ren Pingsheng looked around and found that many people were looking at him. After thinking for a few seconds, he looked at Qiu'er and ordered: "Qiu'er, take Miss Mu to Room No. 2, Tianzi, I will go there in a minute. "

Qiu'er knew that the prince was caring about his young lady's reputation, so she nodded obediently: "Yes, I understand."

He stretched out his hand to support his young lady and said softly: "Miss, I will send you to rest."

Mu Rou hummed, supported the handrail, stood up slowly, and walked towards the stairs step by step with the help of the little maid.

After a stick of incense.

The discussion about the poem died down.

Soon, someone else got up and wrote poetry.

Everyone's attention was attracted.

Seeing that no one is paying attention to his side.

Ren Pingsheng stood up, left his seat, and walked to the third floor.

corner.

The female shopkeeper of Yirenju watched this scene silently, with a sneer on her lips: "I really thought they were so beautiful, but they turned out to be a couple."

Speaking of this, she seemed to have thought of something, with a look of annoyance on her face, and gritted her teeth and said: "If it weren't for this pair of bitches, how could His Highness be exposed and imprisoned in prison? I have to show them some color today. !”

As he said that, he looked at the young man in green beside him and said coldly: "Where's the Hehuansan sent from the south last time? Sprinkle some at the door of Tianzi No. 2 room."

The young man in Tsing Yi hesitated and began to persuade: "Shopkeeper, His Highness specifically warned you before entering the palace that you must not act rashly without his order. Should we..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the female shopkeeper: "Hehuan Powder is refined by the Great Demon of Qingqiu himself. It is colorless and odorless. Even those bitchy men and women won't be able to find it after using it. What's there to worry about?"

"this……"

The boy in green clothes stopped talking.

Seeing his delay in agreeing, the female shopkeeper was a little annoyed. She frowned and said coldly: "It's just for fun. Don't look forward and backward. What will happen? If you are afraid, just bring Hehuansan and I will go there myself." spread!"

The boy in Tsing Yi had no choice but to go get Hehuan Powder.

After half a stick of incense.

The female shopkeeper controlled the spiritual energy and sent the taken out Hehuan Powder into Room No. 2 of Tianzi through the spiritual energy.

He stood there with a sneer on his lips.

"Ha! You two idiots, for letting you assassinate His Highness, will ruin both of your reputations today. You will neither be able to survive nor die.

As the consort, the Prince of Zhenbei, in full view of the public, is living side by side with the little Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion. Just thinking about it is exciting. "

…………

Yirenju.

On the third floor, Tianzi Room No. 2.

Mu Rou lay on the bed.

Qiu'er sat on the edge of the bed.

Ren Pingsheng moved a chair, sat down not far away, and asked, "How do you feel about Miss Mu?"

Mu Rou's delicate face looked a little rosy. She shook her head gently, bit her lower lip, and her voice was trembling: "No...not good."

Why does the sound sound a little strange?

His face was also unusually red.

Like... Chang An who took Xiongfeng Pill by mistake.

With the last experience.

With just one glance, Ren Pingsheng noticed something unusual. He frowned slightly and lowered his voice and said, "Miss Mu is poisoned by charm?"

Charming poison...

Upon hearing these two words, Mu Rou was slightly startled.

Ever since Ren Pingsheng entered the house, she felt something was wrong and inexplicably hot.

I didn't take it to heart at first, but now I realized after hearing his reminder, it turned out to be Mei Du.

For no reason.

Why would someone give themselves this kind of poison?

Mu Rou frowned and her thinking was a little slow.

aside.

Qiu'er's little face and ears were already flushed, her slender waist was slightly arched, and there was a layer of mist in her eyes.

"Young lady... this slave seems to have been poisoned by the charm poison."

The voice was hoarse and a little trembling.

at the same time.

Ren Pingsheng also felt a surge of heat in his heart, and his heartbeat began to accelerate.

"Someone poisoned the house, not long ago!"

His heart sank and he made a judgment immediately.

At this time.

Qiu'er, who had no cultivation, could no longer hold back the throbbing in her heart. She turned to look at Ren Pingsheng, her face was red and her eyes were wet, as if she was about to shed tears: "Shi, Shizi..."

See her looking pitiful.

There was a ripple in Ren Pingsheng's heart, but he soon calmed down.

"Unlike Chang An, they cannot be impulsive!"

As soon as he thought about this, he bit the tip of his tongue, walked up to Qiu'er, and without saying a word, he aimed a knife at the back of his neck.

The force was controlled very accurately, making Qiuer faint without causing any harm to her body.

He picked it up at the waist and placed it gently on the bedside. He looked at the little Celestial Master beside him, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Miss Mu, does she know what kind of charm poison we have, and is there any antidote?"

Mu Rou's pretty face turned red, her pink lips parted slightly, and she wanted to speak. As soon as she opened her mouth, she let out a squeak, her voice sounding like it was fished out of honey water, full of affection.

"..."

Ren Pingsheng's eyes twitched, and after a slight hesitation, he stepped forward and made another hand knife.

Confirmed that the little Taoist priest was unconscious.

He used the Heart Purifying Jade on himself again.

The familiar feeling came like a tide, and the soul was purified instantly.

However, the feeling of heat still existed.

There is no doubt.

The charm poison is not aimed at the soul, and the effect of the Heart Purifying Jade is not significant.

"No matter what, we have to leave here quickly!"

This is the thought.

Ren Pingsheng pushed open the door and walked out. He grabbed a scholar from the capital and whispered: "Please go to Chunfeng Hall for me. There is a man named Li Yong there. Ask him to bring people to Yirenju and say that it is the order of the prince of Zhenbei."

The scholar from the capital knew him, and after a little hesitation, he nodded and agreed: "Okay."

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng returned to the private room and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the master and servant showed no signs of waking up.

Then, he began to recall the details before and after entering the No. 2 room of Tianzi.

No abnormalities were found before and after.

But the charm poison happened at this time.

If someone could not predict the future and set up the charm poison in this room in advance.

It would be Yirenju's problem.

Thinking of this, Ren Pingsheng's eyes sank, and a surge of anger surged in his heart.

He was also a regular customer of Yirenju.

Unexpectedly, these guys would actually harm him.

I don't know who they are, but they are so bold that they dare to attack me in broad daylight.

"Bastard! You deserve to die!"

Affected by the charm poison, Ren Pingsheng's temper also became irritable.

Fortunately, the effect of the Pure Heart Jade is still there, and his emotions are not out of control.

Time passed by minute by minute.

In the blink of an eye, it was already an incense stick later.

A familiar voice sounded at the door.

"What do you want, Prince?"

It was Li Yong.

Although Chunfengtang and Yirenju are on the same street, it is very fast to get here in an incense stick of time.

Ren Pingsheng bit his tongue to keep himself awake, and said in a deep voice: "Let all the female servants come in."

"Yes!"

Li Yong did not hesitate at all, and turned to leave after receiving the order.

After a while.

Several female servants of Chunfengtang came to Room No. 2 of Tianzi.

"You guys take these two girls to Ren's house and take good care of them."

Ren Pingsheng ordered expressionlessly.

"Yes, shopkeeper."

The female servants responded, walked forward, and supported the unconscious Mu Rou and Qiu Er, and walked downstairs.

Ren Pingsheng took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, walked out of the room, looked at Li Yong, and ordered: "Send a few guards to send them back, you stay and help me deal with the thieves."

"I understand."

Hearing about dealing with the thieves, a faint light burst out in Li Yong's eyes, and the whole person became a little different.

He gave a few instructions to the guards.

Ren Pingsheng no longer hesitated, and walked to the first floor with big strides. Regardless of the fact that the literary gathering was still going on, he reached out and grabbed a young servant in green, and whispered, "Where is your shopkeeper?"

"The shopkeeper is right there."

The young servant in green didn't know what happened, and a look of panic appeared on his face, and he pointed to a certain place.

Ren Pingsheng looked in the direction, and indeed saw the young shopkeeper who still had charm.

"Prince, what's wrong?"

The female shopkeeper seemed to have just noticed something unusual, and walked up with doubts and uneasiness on her face.

Ren Pingsheng looked at her coldly, without saying a word.

Seeing his cold expression, the female shopkeeper's eyes could not help but dodge for a moment, but the next second she returned to normal and squeezed out a smile: "But those blind servants neglected the prince, prince, don't be angry, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of breaking wind in his ears.

Snap!

A crisp explosion.

The right half of his face was visibly swollen.

"Tell me! Why did you poison this prince? Who told you to do this!"

Ren Pingsheng was so hot and angry that he didn't have time to talk about it. He just slapped her in the face.

The female shopkeeper's pupils shrank slightly, and she covered half of her face with a dazed look.

No matter what, she didn't expect that Ren Pingsheng would be sure that she poisoned him without any evidence and interrogate her.

He was so domineering, completely different from the gentle and respectful image she had seen in the past.

At this moment.

She was really a little scared. She covered her face with tears falling down, and said with fear: "Slave, I don't know what the prince is talking about, what poisoning, what mastermind, I am a businessman, these words, I have never heard of..."

It made such a big noise.

The talented people who participated in the literary meeting cast curious eyes, not knowing what happened.

Snap!

Followed by another loud slap.

The left face of the female shopkeeper was visibly swollen again.

The whole face looked like a pig's head.

Ren Pingsheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. After two slaps, he kicked her in the lower abdomen without saying anything.

Bang!

The female shopkeeper flew backwards and hit the wall. She slowly slid down, and blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

"If you beat her like this, I'm afraid someone will die!"

"What did Shopkeeper Su do to make the prince so angry?"

"From what the prince said, she poisoned the prince?"

Everyone stood up, pointing and talking.

Ren Pingsheng ignored him, walked to the front of the female shopkeeper, grabbed her neck, and pulled her up from the ground.

The female shopkeeper was strangled by the neck, unable to breathe, her legs kicked wildly, and her hands slapped Ren Pingsheng's strong arms frantically.

You know, most of the seventh-grade cultivators can't withstand Ren Pingsheng's punches at all.

She was still alive and kicking after being hit so many times.

There is no doubt.

She is at least a seventh-grade cultivator, and may even be a sixth-grade cultivator.

"I'll give you one last chance. Who are you? Why did you poison? What kind of poison did you use? Is there an antidote?"

Ren Pingsheng suddenly let go, his face cold, and spoke word by word.

The female shopkeeper fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and after a while she said: "I don't know that the prince..."

Before she finished speaking.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly raised his foot and kicked her directly on the head.

Bang!

There was only a muffled sound.

The cervical vertebrae broke, the head flew out, and rolled three times on the spot before stopping.

A strong smell of blood filled the air.

The talented men were all shocked and subconsciously took a step back.

Actually...really killed someone!

The feeling of heat became stronger and stronger.

Ren Pingsheng could hardly restrain his inner violence. He looked around and fixed his eyes on a young servant in blue.

He was a warrior, at least a seventh-rank.

"You...answer for her!"

The young servant in blue never thought that things would turn out like this. His legs softened and he knelt on the ground, his voice trembling: "Yi, Yirenju is the property of the Jin Wang Mansion. No one instructed us to murder the prince. It was her!"

He pointed to the corpse of the female shopkeeper and gritted his teeth: "She was dizzy and had to poison you, saying that she wanted to see you laugh... By the way, that was Hehuan Powder. I don't know if there is an antidote."

Ren Pingsheng got the answer he wanted and said no more. He looked at Li Yong and said coldly: "I'll leave him to you."

"I understand!"

Li Yong raised a cruel sneer at the corner of his mouth, walked forward, stretched out his hand to grab the collar of the young servant in blue, and dragged him to the backyard.

Ren Pingsheng took advantage of his clear consciousness, ignored everyone's strange looks, strode out of Yirenju, got on his horse, and ran to Ren's house.

Half an hour later.

Ren Pingsheng returned to Ren's house, got off his horse, and ran straight to Chang'an's courtyard without caring about anything else.

In the courtyard.

Little Green Tea was holding a book and reading it. When she saw Ren Pingsheng, she pouted her lips, snorted, and pretended not to see it.

I thought he would take the initiative to greet me and ask about my senior sister's situation.

Unexpectedly, he didn't say a word and walked straight into my senior sister's room.

Bang!

The sound of the door closing was heard.

"?"

Little Green Tea looked at the wooden door, a little confused.