On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 1964 From now on you will be my confidant

Yan Ruyu's fingertips lightly touched the edge of the white porcelain bowl of fish porridge. The porridge was still steaming, and the extremely thinly sliced ​​fish slices floated on top, looking fresh and delicious.

Her voice was calm, with unquestionable certainty: "The porridge is soft and glutinous, and the fish slices are fresh, so there's nothing wrong with it. But the eldest young master's reaction just now clearly shows that he has an aversion to fish."

"Impossible!" Su Shengsheng, who was standing nearby, immediately opened his eyes wide and unconsciously clenched his hands at his sides. "Big brother usually likes to eat fish porridge. When the new cook first came, he ate it for three consecutive days.

Last winter, on a frozen river outside the city, he personally swung his ice pick to break through the three-foot-thick ice and caught a two-pound fish. How could he suddenly become disgusted with fish?

As she spoke, her eyes unconsciously drifted towards the inner room.

I can't see Su Jingzhuo here, but through the curtain, I can almost hear the faint moans coming from his throat, which makes my heart tighten.

Yan Ruyu did not refute, but just looked up at Huo Changhe who was standing at the door.

Huo Changhe nodded slightly, turned around and walked quickly into the inner room.

But after a moment, he came out with a copper basin filled with dark red blood and some minced meat mixed in it, which was particularly clear in the sunlight.

"Look," Huo Changhe said in a low voice as he handed the basin to Su Shengsheng, "the blood that the eldest young master vomited just now was mixed with fish meat."

As soon as Su Shengsheng's eyes fell on the bowl, the color drained from his face and he staggered back half a step.

She pointed at the minced meat in the bowl, her voice trembling, "Raw... Raw? How can it be raw? When making porridge, the fish fillets are boiled three times in the pot, so they are never raw!"

The texture of the minced meat still had a fresh pink color, and the edges did not feel soft and mushy from being cooked. It was indeed raw fish meat.

The more Su Shengsheng looked at it, the more frightened he became. His nose felt sour and his eyes instantly turned red. His elder brother had always been afraid of fishy things and wouldn't even touch raw fish. Now he was vomiting something like this. How uncomfortable must it be?

Su Zhenhai's breathing suddenly became rapid.

He staggered forward two steps, and his outstretched hand paused in mid-air, his fingertips trembling slightly.

His lips were trembling, and he didn't say a word for a long time. His face looked even uglier than Su Jingzhuo on the bed.

Yan Ruyu said slowly, "Why did the eldest master vomit up half-cooked fish? I still haven't figured out what happened."

"But one thing is certain," she looked at Su Zhenhai, "after he vomited these things just now, his mind has become clearer."

Huo Changhe's gaze fell on Su Zhenhai, and his voice pierced through him: "Su Chengshi, as soon as you brought this bowl of fish porridge, the eldest master suddenly relapsed."

These words were like a thunderclap, which made Su Zhenhai's body shake.

……

Yinding gripped the gun tightly and fought against Wu Liang.

"Go ahead and talk. There's no one else here." Wu Liang's voice mixed in with the crisp sound of weapons colliding, sounding like an ordinary training conversation.

Yin Ding lowered his voice, softer than the morning breeze: "I have to go out for a while."

He glanced around quickly, "I have to deliver a message to the prince and princess. Something didn't seem right last night."

Wu Liang paused with his knife: "Okay, you go, I'll cover you. Go through the east corner door."

Yinding nodded and was about to leave, but saw Wu Liang suddenly straighten his back, and his originally relaxed shoulders instantly tensed up.

His heart trembled, and he followed Wu Liang's gaze to the entrance of the martial arts field - Zhou Lie was here.

Yinding calmly placed the spear on the weapon rack and brushed the red velvet on the spear tassel with his fingers.

Zhou Lie's eyes swept across the entire field: "Everyone stop, the training is over, everyone go back to the courtyard to rest."

There was a low commotion among the crowd.

Zhou Lie's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's: "We have important matters to attend to tonight, so please stay alert."

He paused, his eyes slowly sweeping over the crowd: "From now on, no one is allowed to leave the yard without my order."

Yinding followed everyone back to the courtyard, entered the house, and stood behind the window looking out.

The moon gate between the east and west courtyards has been guarded.

Four guards stood outside the door in a horn-like formation, with their spears pointed at the ground, the tips of the spears flashing coldly in the sunlight.

"It seems like they're serious now."

Wu Liang closed the door and lowered his voice to a very low voice: "I wonder if there will be a change of posts."

He walked to the window and pretended to fix the hole in the window frame: "There is a moment of gap when the guard changes, perhaps -"

"No." Yin Ding interrupted him, "Zhou Lie must be on guard against this move. Look at those guys at the door. They cross-cover when they change shifts. There's no gap at all."

Wu Liang was a little annoyed: "What should I do then?"

"From what Zhou Lie said, we should take action tonight. If the message can't be delivered, what if..."

Yinding relaxed at this moment and lay down on the bed.

"Don't worry, their defense is not enough to stop me. I just have to put on an act and pretend to be honest."

Seeing his condition, Wu Liang gradually relaxed.

That's right, Yinding has followed the prince since he was a child, at the border, in the enemy camp, in the capital, and was exiled all the way. He has seen everything.

How many times have I escaped death and walked through fire and sword?

Living with Yinding these days, he saw the scars on Yinding's body with his own eyes.

He had been in the martial arts world for many years and had been on the verge of death several times, but he was still shocked when he saw the wound on Yinding.

After figuring it out, he couldn't help but smile - he had been too tense these days. Before, he would not have taken the people around Zhou Lie seriously.

After entering the palace, he became timid and only thought about not bringing shame to the prince and princess.

He turned around and lay down on his bed: "Any idea?"

"Let's wait until dark. I can go out for a while under the cover of night. If that doesn't work, I can call the secret guards. It's no big deal."

Wu Liang nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

The two closed their eyes, stopped talking, and once they relaxed, they actually fell asleep.

In the front hall, Zhou Lie was looking at the list.

The men came in quietly: "Manager Zhou, they have all returned to their rooms."

"Still honest?"

"Honest," the subordinate sneered, "Seeing the guards, no one is dishonest."

"These Jianghu people thought they were so great, but now they are under orders from others and are like birds in a cage."

Zhou Lie looked up at him: "They are not all birds, some are eagles."

"For example, the Silver Man."

The subordinates disagreed: "Even if it is an eagle, isn't it imprisoned? It has to keep its feathers."

Zhou Lie thought for a moment and said, "Give orders to prepare food for them. Prepare good vegetables and meat. Do not give them alcohol to avoid delays."

"Yes."

The man turned around and went out, closing the door behind him.

Zhou Lie put down the list, his eyes scanning it one by one - tonight, some people will not be able to come back. This meal today will also be the last one.

He tapped his finger on the "Silver Man" and whispered to himself, "I'm very optimistic about you. If you can come back alive, you will be of great use in the future and become my confidant."

Yinding was in the room. He sneezed and rubbed his nose. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise outside the window.