Just as Liang Yan conquered Meng Deyi, in another elegant room in the Miao Mansion, Miao Yue was setting up a table of wine and food, and was next to a young man with a smile.

After all, Miao Yue was a third-rank official in the court. He didn't say anything at home and abroad, but everyone was in awe of him. But the situation is clearly the young man sitting in the main seat, while Miao Yue was drinking with him.

The boy looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pale face and thin skin and a bit dry and chapped lips. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, he actually wore a thick coat, as if he was very afraid of the cold.

Miao Yue filled him with a glass of warm wine, then raised his glass and asked, "Your Highness the Twelfth Prince, why are you free to come to my Miao Mansion today?"

The boy also raised his glass and drank a sip of warm wine first. Then he slowly said: "I heard that Ling Zheng was ill. Zihan specially brought an imperial physician from the palace. Let him help Ling Zheng take a pulse later."

After hearing this, Miao Yue smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect that the family affairs of Huyi even alarmed His Highness the Prince. But the Guilty has recovered today, and Miao has recognized His Highness's kindness."

The yellow-faced boy was slightly surprised and asked, "Didn't he say that he had hired many national doctors before and could not even diagnose the cause of the disease? Why did he recover in one day?"

Miao Yue also said with some emotion: "Maybe the reason why the villain burned incense and worshiped Buddha over the years and accumulated some cause and effect, so a miracle doctor came to the earth and was recruited by my housekeeper into the Miao Mansion."

"Oh? There is such a strange man?" The yellow-faced boy became interested, and then cried a glass of wine with Miao Yue, and said slowly: "It seems that the big guys and strange people are among the people. This ancient man did not deceive me!"

Miao Yue also smiled slightly, suddenly remembered something, and said, "This person is good at medical skills, so why not I go and invite him to see you."

Before Miao Yue finished speaking, the yellow-faced boy waved his hand and said lightly: "I know the root of this disease myself, which cannot be solved by medical skills. It is not easy for me to survive until now, so I don't have to bother others anymore."

Miao Yue was also silent after hearing this. He naturally knew that the twelfth prince had been ill for a long time. The old emperor sent all the imperial doctors in the capital, and even some old miracle doctors who had not yet been born were invited down the mountain, but they were still unable to cure them.

Although he trusted his own family very much, he didn't dare to say that he could definitely cure it.

Seeing that he was silent, the yellow-faced boy smiled and said, "Mr. Miao has a kindness, Zihan has appreciated it. Although I don't need it myself, I may let him help my sister see it."

Miao Yue felt a little confused and said, "What's wrong with Princess Qinwan?"

The young man with yellow face sighed lightly: "My sister was short of blood and had poor health. She was frightened when she was a child, so she was always weak and sick. In addition, she was recently prepared for a 'tea tasting party' for her father, and she worked hard and fell ill yesterday."

Miao Yue was slightly stunned. According to what the twelve princes said, Princess Qinwan's disease was not a serious disease. Not to mention the imperial doctor's national skills, even a doctor with some reputation, could do anything to prescribe a few prescriptions. But the yellow-faced boy asked him to ask someone to help him treat it, which was a bit intriguing.

Miao Yue was also a person who had been in the officialdom for many years, and he suddenly realized that this was the twelfth prince giving himself a chance to get on the boat.

Now that the dispute over the crown prince is getting more and more intense in the capital, Miao Yue doesn't believe it either. But Miao Yue wants him to take the side so early, Miao Yue feels a little unstable.

The yellow-faced boy seemed to see Miao Yue's hesitation and smiled slightly, "Mr. Miao doesn't have to make a decision in a hurry. The changes in the capital are changing, and no one can explain it clearly until the last moment. Zihan came today just to make a good relationship."

After hearing this, Miao Yue woke up and thought to himself, "I'm confused. I just asked someone to help me see a doctor. My partner is Princess Qinwan. Although these two brothers and sisters are close, they are not enough to get into gossip."

Thinking of this, Miao Yue smiled and said, "The princess's daughter-in-law is a blessing for me, Miao. I will invite that gentleman."

Seeing that he was about to leave the table after he said that, the yellow-faced boy couldn't help but think in his heart: "Since ancient times, talented people have many strange tempers. Miao Yue had to leave the table to invite him in person, which shows how much he values ​​this person, so I might as well go with me."

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up from his seat and laughed: "Go together! How can Zihan be negligent with such a strange person!"

Liang Yan had left Meng Deyi's residence at this moment and turned back to his residence.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a black pill in his hand, and was observing carefully.

"This 'Turt Breath Pill' is the pill that Meng Deyi used to hide his breath."

It is really incredible to say that Meng Deyi and Liang Yan were recruited into the mansion at the same time. With Liang Yan's late stage of foundation building, he did not see through Meng Deyi's cultivation.

Later, after his questioning, I realized that Meng Deyi relied on this "turtle breath pill".

This pill was given by the demon cultivator, which can freeze the spiritual power of a person's body and no longer emit any aura fluctuations, making a monk look no different from a mortal.

However, the medicinal effect of this "Turt Breath Pill" can only last for one month, and you cannot fight with others during this period, because once you use your magic power a little, the effect of this "Turt Breath Pill" will be broken and your cultivation will undoubtedly be exposed.

The mysterious demon cultivator only gave Meng Deyi three "Gutle Breath Pills". One of them was taken when he first arrived in the capital. Now Liang Yan took another one, but he left one for him.

"This 'Turt Breath Pill' is also useful, but once this pill is taken, you must disguise yourself as a mortal. It is not as good as the Tianji Pearl that can conceal the mystery of the realm level at will."

Liang Yan murmured to himself and threw the pill into the storage bag. He was about to be meditated and practiced when he heard footsteps coming from outside the house.

"Hmm? Today is very lively."

Liang Yan shook his head, walked down from the bed, reached out and pushed the door open. He saw a group of people coming outside, one of which was Miao Yue, and there was a yellow-faced boy next to him, and looking at Miao Yue's appearance, he seemed to respect him very much.

“Huh?”

Liang Yan saw the person clearly and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. The yellow-faced boy in front of him was Yue Qianyang he met at the Jinding Chamber of Commerce that day!

And the "Yue Qianyang" looked at him and couldn't help but be stunned. He asked uncertainly: "Mr. Miao, this is the strange man you are talking about."

Miao Yue glanced at him, and was surprised, but his face remained unchanged, and he nodded and said:

“That’s right!”
Chapter completed!