Chapter 1484 Extra 12

In the space, the wooden basin is filled with spiritual springs. Ordinary chickens can't swim, but Xiongbatian is special. It looks like a swan in brocade. It swims, takes a bath, drinks water in this basin of spiritual springs... This is its small world.

On the other side, Mo Qingfeng was soaking in the spiritual spring, her veil had been taken off, and the red spots left by the needles were much better after applying the anti-inflammatory cream, and after soaking in the spiritual spring, the mark was obviously faded many.

She believed that if she took the anti-inflammatory and muscle-promoting ointment she researched, and then had an injection every other day, and soaked in Lingquan every day, this ugly mark would completely disappear within half a month.

After soaking in the Lingquan, Mo Qingfeng entered the laboratory to study various secret medicines. If she wanted to survive better in this Lawson Continent, she had to rely on this laboratory to refine more secret medicines.

The secret medicine she researched is divided into two types, one is a good medicine, which can cure various diseases; the other is poison, which is a variety of poisons for killing people.

Mo Qingfeng is quite good at researching medicine. After Mu Gu knew that she wanted to be a special soldier, he taught her very seriously.

Moreover, Song Wuyou also taught her some Chinese medicine, and she learned a lot by herself, but she didn't expect that what she learned could be used here.

In the past few days, relying on the original owner's memory, she figured out the situation in this world. She knows very well what good medicines are easy to sell in this day and age, and she also knows what poisons are defenseless. Now she can hide poisons in every part of her body. As long as she is ruthless, her position in this world will be stable!

For several days in a row, Mo Qingfeng spent time in the space and the Lengshui Pavilion, and did not step out of the Lengshui Pavilion.

On this day, when she came out of the space, it was already night.

The Eight Princes' Mansion tonight was different from the usual nights. The lights were brightly lit tonight, illuminating the courtyard of the Lengshui Pavilion. Standing in the front yard, Mo Qingfeng felt a bleak wind and rain spreading from the main hall.

What happened?

Mo Qingfeng frowned, walked out of Lengshui Pavilion with Xiong Batian in his arms, and walked along the long corridor to the main hall.

In the corridor, she met a servant girl with a hurried expression. The servant girl trembled when she saw her, "Wang... Wangfei..."

The news that Mo Qing killed more than 20 men with the wind like a ghost is spreading. Now in the entire Eighth Prince's Mansion, those who have bullied her will be frightened when they see her, for fear that they will end up like Yi Qingyun. fate.

"What happened?" Mo Qingfeng grabbed the maid and looked down at the main hall.

"Back to Princess, Da Furen... Da Furen..."

Mo Qingfeng raised his eyebrows: "Dead?"

The servant girl kept nodding, her face turned blue with fright, Mo Qingfeng let go of her, and said coldly, "Go and do your work."

Mo Qingfeng smiled contemptuously. It has not been seven days yet, and he was starved to death so soon?

It's not fun to die so easily.

Since Yi Qingyun is dead, she doesn't have to join in the fun, she just wanders around, the night is so beautiful tonight!

Chu Muchen? Mo Qingfeng stopped in his footsteps, and his face suddenly turned cold.

By the lotus pond, Chu Muchen stood tall and tall in a white long gown. When the night wind blew, his dress danced lightly, like the faint flowing water under the night.

Mo Qingfeng turned around to leave, Chu Muchen turned around suddenly, and a cold and heartless voice came from behind her: "Mo Qingfeng, you are so vicious, you are a good person, you tortured to death like this, you are happy now gone?"

Mo Qingfeng turned around slowly and looked at the stern and indifferent Chu Muchen. She didn't wear a veil and had anti-inflammatory ointment on her left cheek. The color was darker than the original birthmark. She looked even uglier at this moment. Chu Muchen was very displeased by the glint in his cold eyes.

"Eighth Prince, you have to go through your brain to speak. What does it mean to be tortured to death by me? If it weren't for my great fortune, I think I have been buried in the back mountain forest. Now that my body has rotted, how can I stand here with you?" Talk? I know that the Eighth Prince has always loved Yi Qingyun. Now that she has become a starving ghost, you are heartbroken and sad. I understand this very well. But I want to ask you, her life is my life, and mine is Isn't it dead?"

She stepped forward and walked gently in front of Chu Muchen, her cold eyes changed, she looked at him charmingly, stretched out her white and slender fingers to gently poke his heart, Chu Muchen With a "thump" in his heart, he looked at her with a deep expression. Her eyes and behavior made him very displeased.

Mo Qingfeng raised his head and stared at him deeply, "My lord, if I don't survive, you know that Yi Qingyun and Zhao Minjing beat me to death, would you run to them and scold them, calling them cruel?"

"..." Chu Muchen's eyes became deeper, could it be? Would he run up to them and call them cruel? Probably not, what does Mo Qingfeng's life and death have to do with him?

Seeing that he was silent, Mo Qingfeng sighed in disappointment, and said sadly: "Oh, I knew that in your heart, my life is not human life at all, and you must be thinking in your heart that my life and death have something to do with you." It doesn't matter, I'm just an ugly monster."

Chu Muchen was taken aback, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at her indifferently, she knew what he was thinking?

Indeed, what does her life and death have to do with him?

Mo Qingfeng's face changed, and she quickly recovered her original indifference. She looked at Chu Muchen with a hint of disgust in her cold eyes, and said fiercely: "I don't care if others have me in their hearts. My own destiny is in my heart." Bigger than the sky, if others do not offend me, I will never offend others, and if others offend me, I will never let them go! Eighth Prince, even if my life is like grass in your heart, you cannot say that I am cruel. Qingyun keeps her own place in the palace, don't provoke me, I will never treat her like this! Also, you have no right to say how cruel and ruthless I am, I can't even control my own woman, the more cruel person is you, not me! Don't pretend to be a lover in front of me, if you feel sorry for Yi Qingyun, go to the mourning hall to wait for her, don't blame me."

"Mo Qingfeng, what's your attitude?" Chu Muchen looked at her indifferently. After all, he is the Eighth Prince and her husband, and the husband is heaven. Even if he is at fault, she should not use such a tone. Talk to him with an attitude, except for his mother, even the dead queen mother never disrespected him.

Mo Qingfeng smiled coldly, "I will have whatever attitude you have. The so-called stretching out your hand and not hitting a smiling face, if you have a good attitude towards me, naturally my attitude towards you will not be any worse."

"Mo Qingfeng, this king is your husband, please respect your attitude towards this king! Otherwise, you will have a better life in the future!" Chu Mu said with displeasure.

Mo Qingfeng thought it was funny. This was the funniest joke she heard when she traveled here. She stroked the cock in her arms, her eyes were condensed, and she looked at Chu Muchen with a half-smile, "Admit it's me!" Husband? But I don’t recognize you as my husband, I don’t have to respect you, have you forgotten? I married him, and he was with me on the night of the bridal chamber wedding night. As for my future life? It’s good, it’s not up to you.”