Chapter 194 He was too impatient
Chapter 194 He was too impatient
Lan Ying was so shocked that he could hardly believe his eyes and ears.
In his eyes, his master, who was so resourceful, had tried every trick in his life and was likely to use any trick except the trick of inflicting pain on himself.
One day, he would go to such lengths for a woman!
He not only cut himself, but also poisoned himself!
"Let's ride a horse up the mountain and tie your horse in a secluded place." Yan Mobai said.
Lan Ying came to his senses and immediately did as he was told.
Then the master and servant rode on horseback up the mountain.
Lan Ying was riding in the front, while Yan Mobai was sitting behind him, leaning on him, looking extremely uncomfortable and weak.
It's not all fake, the poison takes effect slowly and makes people feel very uncomfortable.
Because Lan Ying had come here last time to pick up Zhui Die, he was familiar with the place.
They rode their horses all the way and in less than an hour they arrived at a courtyard with red walls and black tiles.
Lan Ying dismounted, helped his master down from the horse, and supported him into the yard.
There was no one in the yard, and the door was open, so Lan Ying called out loudly, "Master Yikong!"
No one answered.
He raised his voice and shouted twice: "Master Yikong, Master Yikong!"
Still no one responded.
The master and servant looked at each other, and Yan Mobai gave him a look that asked him to go into the house and take a look.
Lan Ying understood and helped Yan Mobai into the main room.
There was no one in the main room.
Lan Ying helped Yan Mobai sit on a chair in the main hall, and went into the inner room to look for someone: "Master Yikong."
During this interval, Yan Mobai silently looked around.
It turns out this is where she lived since she was a child.
It is indeed a paradise on earth and a paradise on earth.
All along the way, the mountain was filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and all that was seen was lush greenery. The same was true of the courtyard here. Although it was not rich and luxurious, it was kept extremely clean and tidy.
There are flocks of chickens and ducks in the yard, and a few fruit trees providing shade. Various mountain ingredients are drying in winnowing baskets.
There's clearly no one there, but all I can see is the smell of fireworks.
"Sir, there's no one here. I've checked every room and the backyard, but there's no one." Lan Ying came back and reported with a frown.
Yan Mobai pursed his lips.
This was something he didn't expect.
The poison in Ning Miao's body has not been eliminated yet. It is impossible to eliminate the poison so quickly, so there shouldn't be no one around.
Could it be that he discovered that they were coming up the mountain and hid in a hurry?
There shouldn't be no one there, so there's no need for Master Yikong to hide.
"She must have been here. I saw the hairpin she wore on her hair yesterday on the dressing table in a side room." Lan Ying reported.
Yan Mobai looked at him and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Seeing him like this, Lan Ying was afraid that he would misunderstand that she was paying too much attention to that woman, so she hurried to explain.
"Because that hairpin is so ugly and rare, it looks like a black lantern and is very eye-catching, so I recognized it at the first sight."
Yan Mo's face turned a little darker.
Lan Ying then reported, "I have carefully searched every room and found no sign of anyone. I have ruled out the possibility that they are hiding inside."
"The tea in the teapot on the table is still hot. He must have just left not long ago."
Yan Mobai frowned: "Master Yikong doesn't need to leave, why isn't he here?"
Lan Ying nodded. That’s true.
He came to the door again and looked into the yard.
Nothing was found.
"Sir, what should we do now?"
Yan Mobai said nothing.
It was him who was impulsive.
He knew from the beginning that he shouldn't come here rashly, otherwise it would be counterproductive.
But he really couldn't help it, he wanted to know how the poison in her body was driven out, and to make sure that she and the child were really safe.
He was too impatient.
He should take it step by step.
He didn't want to force her into this state, didn't want her to flee in an emergency to avoid him while she was poisoned.
She actually kept the hairpin he gave her. It was the only thing she took away. Should she return it to him?
He lowered his eyes and curved his lips, shaking his head slightly.
Suddenly his eyes felt painful and he started coughing.
He knew that the poison in his body was taking effect.
"Sir!" Lan Ying quickly picked up the teapot on the table next to him, poured a cup of water and handed it to him: "The water is warm."
Yan Mobai didn't take it, but reached into his sleeve pocket and took out a small porcelain bottle.
It was the antidote to the poison he had smeared on the blade of the sword.
In that case, let it go.
After the poison was removed, he went down the mountain and left, not disturbing her anymore, allowing her to expel the poison, take good care of her baby, and live a good life.
Just as he was about to unscrew the bottle cap to get the antidote, a voice suddenly rang out: "Blue Boy!"
Yan Mobai was already in a state of discomfort and weakness due to the effects of the poison, and when he suddenly heard this sound, his hands shook, and he lost his grip on the porcelain bottle, which fell to the ground and rolled to the threshold.
Lan Ying was overjoyed: "Master Yikong, you're back!"
Yan Mobai reacted and immediately suppressed his discomfort, trying to get up and pick up the small porcelain bottle.
However, because he was weak all over, especially because of the poison in his legs, he could not even stand up and was unable to achieve his wish.
He immediately signaled to Lan Ying.
But Lan Ying was filled with joy at Master Yikong's return and couldn't wait to explain things to him.
"My Lord and I were on a mission at the foot of the mountain to capture a fugitive. My Lord was injured by the enemy. The enemy was so despicable that he even coated his sword with poison. My Lord was poisoned. I was afraid that it would be too late to take him back to the capital for treatment. I thought it would be closer to Master Yikong, so I brought him here. Master Yikong, please save my Lord!"
Lan Ying finished speaking in one breath, his words sincere.
Master Yikong bent down to pick up the small porcelain bottle at his feet, and looked at the man sitting on the chair with a pale face and purple lips.
He was wearing a white robe with blood all over the hem, and it seemed that he was seriously injured and poisoned.
He frowned and walked forward, lifted up Yan Mobai's clothes and looked at the wound on his leg.
Yan Mobai's eyes flickered and he extended his hand towards him: "Thank you."
The implication was that he should return the small porcelain bottle he had just picked up.
If he sees the medicine in the porcelain bottle, then our secret will be exposed!
Master Yikong handed the porcelain bottle to him.
"Master Yikong, is my master's injury serious? What kind of poison is he infected with? Can Master Yikong cure it?" Lan Ying asked anxiously with a worried look on his face.
Yikong looked at him, then glanced at Yan Mobai.
He pointed at the porcelain bottle in Yan Mobai's hand, and then at the cup in Lan Ying's hand: "Take a pill from the bottle, drink a sip of water from the cup, swallow it, and you will be relieved."
Yan Mobai: "......"
Blue Shadow: “…”
Yikong's eyes were filled with interest, and he ignored the stunned master and servant and went straight into the inner room.
The master and servant were left staring at each other in the main room.
This was discovered?
Lan Ying was very surprised.
He has no idea how Master Yikong discovered it?
He could understand it if he could recognize what kind of poison it was at a glance.
What he couldn't understand was that the lid of the porcelain bottle containing the antidote was not even opened, so how did Master Yikong know that the bottle contained the antidote?
Yan Mobai couldn't help but smile, feeling a little embarrassed, a little self-deprecating, but also really finding it quite funny.
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