When the ancestors worshiped here, Mrs. Ling was a little restless, especially her eyelids were twitching.

It was obvious that nothing happened, but it made her feel more and more restless.

Although she is not a superstitious person, the precepts passed down by the older generation cannot be ignored. But in a hurry, she forgot which side of eyelids twitching is the symbol of the disaster.

In desperation, she simply left the altar, walked to the side, grabbed her beating eyelids with her fingers, and pinched her hard, trying to use pain to replace such twitching discomfort.

The eyelids of the nails turned red and swollen, and even bright red bloodshots were faintly oozing.

But after two or three times, there was no improvement, which made Mrs. Ling even more panicked...

If external forces cannot solve it, they have to use more troublesome means to do it. This also means that it is not an eyelid problem. It is very likely that something bad is really happening.

"Sister, where is it uncomfortable?"

Li Yun walked from nowhere, stood beside Mrs. Ling, and asked with concern.

The expression on her face was unknown and she thought she was caring for her own sister and was cautious in her words, for fear that the sound would be too loud and that it would disturb Mrs. Ling.

"I slept late last night and felt a little tired. It's nothing serious. Thank you for your concern!"

Mrs. Ling turned around, folded her hands on her lower abdomen, and said gracefully.

There was a perfect smile on his face, and it seemed too attentive to have one point, but it was too cold to have one point.

"Using my sister's martial arts cultivation, I should have closed my eyes and adjusted my breath a little, right?"

Li Yun continued.

"It should be, but it's not available yet."

Mrs. Ling said.

This second sentence has lost the enthusiasm I just now.

A person who is so sensitive can naturally hear it.

Since she didn't want to chat with her, she no longer made things boring. She reached into her sleeve with her right hand, took out a delicate and small box of octagonal brocade, handed it to Mrs. Ling and said:

"This is the secret medicine pill that I have refined from Donghai Yuntai. Although it is of no use, I don't say I cherish it too much, but it still has some effect in eliminating depression and refreshing the mind. If my sister doesn't dislike it, then accept it. Just treat it as my sister's intention and make up for the reckless collision that night!"

Li Yun said.

The words were full of piety, and it seemed as if they were sincere in order to make the best of Mrs. Ling.

At the end of the conversation, the voice became smaller and smaller, as if I felt guilty about dancing swords on the moonlit night that night.

Mrs. Ling thought for a moment, then said politely, thanked her and took it.

But she just took it, and there was no intention of opening it.

But Li Yun had no intention of leaving, and still stood there without saying a word, his eyes constantly scanning Mrs. Ling's face and the brocade box in her hand.

It seemed to be waiting for Mrs. Ling to take the medicine.

Seeing this, Mrs. Ling had to open the brocade box and saw an extremely ugly pill placed inside it, and she couldn't even see any shape.

No mind, no horns, and a limp.

It was like stopping a piece of mud from the soles of the shoe, rubbing it with your hands for a few times, and then stuffing it into the brocade box.

But when I got closer and smelled it, it turned out that the aroma of medicine was strong.

The cool air goes along the nose and reaches the forehead. Then it runs in the skull for a while and wanders inside the eye socket.

Soon, Mrs. Ling's eyelids, which were constantly hesitating, immediately calmed down and stopped beating.

This made Ling Jin feel much more comfortable, at least he didn't have to be distracted by the beating eyelids anymore.

"Just smelling it, it will have such a miraculous effect. It seems that it is really a treasure of Yuntai. I feel sorry for it!"

Mrs. Ling said, holding onto the lid of the brocade box.

"What's the matter with my sister? This little thing is not enough to make my sister feel less guilty... If my sister has something to do, don't be polite. Just give me instructions. Although my sister has no ability and clumsy brains, there is still no problem with the work of running errands and exerting strength."

Li Yun said.

After Mrs. Ling nodded again and thanked her, she pulled away.

The medicine given by Li Yun was really effective, but Mrs. Ling was not familiar with her, so she wouldn't take it. If she hadn't been staring at her just now, Mrs. Ling wouldn't even open it.

There was a thread in her heart that she clearly divided the familiar and unfamiliar ones. If Liu Ruiying was given medicine at this moment, she would definitely take it as soon as possible without hesitation, but now it is Li Yun, this unfathomable woman.

For such people, even her things must be excluded.

However, after all, it was a distinguished guest invited by Liu Jinghao, the King of Qingzhong, so he had to give him some face, so he had to do it.

Sometimes she has to deal with her face, let alone Liu Jinghao. Although they occasionally quarrel, their relationship is really good, so his relationship has become what she has to worry about.

Mrs. Ling was thinking about the situation on Liu Ruiying's side. She thought that the adjutant of the mansion guard had been there for so long, and she didn't know how to ask someone to send a message to tell me.

She could not have thought that the incompetent adjutant was now lying on the bed, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, drinking in small sips. Three young and beautiful maids stood beside him, one slapped his back, one pounded his legs, and one squatted in a basin of water, wet towels, and preparing to apply them to him on his forehead.

After waiting for a long time, Mrs. Ling looked outside but still had no reaction, but she could no longer hold back.

Although her eyelids stopped beating, her annoyance in her heart was still unresolved, which made her feel that both big and small were not very stable. She had to take a look at it in person to feel at ease.

But she did not walk into the hand-paper veranda like Liu Ruiying, but walked out of the main entrance openly.

As soon as I crossed the threshold, a sudden sensation of nausea rolled in my stomach, and it was so surging that it almost vomited out of my mouth.

He quickly took out a silk squid, covered his mouth and nose, pushed open the door, walked into the remote wing room, found a vase, poured out the dried rose flowers inserted in it, and then retold loudly at the mouth of the bottle.

She retching, feeling something was wrong in her heart. She had never felt such a strong nausea before. Then she felt dizzy and seemed to be drunk.

Mrs. Ling asked herself that she didn't drink much today, let alone her alcohol tolerance, it was difficult to get drunk.

Furthermore, even if you are drunk, Mrs. Ling will only feel sleepy and will not feel so uncomfortable.

It feels like someone is pulling the collar and trying hard to pour wine into his mouth. His mouth and nose are filled with wine, which makes people have difficulty breathing.

But the surging in the stomach couldn't stop, the same as the hesitation of the eyelids just now.

At this moment, Mrs. Ling felt a few figures walking into the wing room.

"go out!"

Mrs. Ling said sternly.

She didn't know who it was, but even if Liu Jinghao, the King of Qingzhong, came here, Mrs. Ling would not want to be seen in such a embarrassed look.

Women always don’t like their delicate appearance to be ruined, so they dress up every day just to make themselves more decent. If anyone sees this appearance, then the decency of the past will definitely no longer exist.

"Why is my sister so uncomfortable?"

When Mrs. Ling heard this, she was stunned and then she became clear in her heart.

It turned out to be her...

But the disgust that could not be stopped made her unable to say a word.

Not only can I not grow my mouth, but I can’t even hold back the turbid air in my mouth when I close my mouth.

He could only hold the vase, stagger forward a few steps, leaned his waist against the table, and turned around with the force.

After retching several times again, he looked up at the person who came.

"Sister, why don't you take that medicine? It feels comfortable after taking it."

Li Yun and Mrs. Ling looked at each other and said with great contempt, then smiled very presumptuously.

The words were full of meaning, and it seemed that she knew Ling Jin's current situation very well. The smile in her eyes was very close to ridicule, which was very different from her previous timid appearance. It seemed that she was now considered her true appearance, and she was just to hide her thoughts outside.

Mrs. Ling's luck refreshed her mind, which forced her discomfort to relieve her a little.

Then the sleeves of the robe shook, and the brocade box that Li Yun gave her fell to the ground and rolled forward.

Li Yun stretched out her feet to block it, bent down and picked it up from the ground. With a breath of "huh", she blew away the floating ash on the brocade box, and then wiped it thoroughly with her sleeves, put it in her palm and looked at it carefully.

"I don't want such a good thing, but I shouldn't throw it away, right? What a pity..."

Li Yun said.

She stared at the "good thing" in her hand, and sneered in her eyes. This is really a good thing. Thanks to her, she could gain the upper hand in front of Ling Jin.

When Mrs. Ling heard Li Yun say this, she was so angry that she trembled. She raised her right arm and pointed at Li Yun, leaving no words for a long time.

She dared to mention this medicine. Thinking about all her discomfort just now, it started with this medicine!

A large mouthful of blood was vomited out with a "pop".

"Sister, don't get angry anymore if you feel uncomfortable, otherwise it will only aggravate the discomfort."

Li Yun said.

It was like a kind reminder, but also a warning. She was warning Mrs. Ling not to use any strength, otherwise the effect of this medicine would become more and more powerful.

There was already a long sword in her hand.

It was exactly the same as when he was dancing with Mrs. Ling that night.

Mrs. Ling let go and let go of the vase.

The vase fell to the ground and was smashed.
To be continued...