Don’t be too poisonous to the concubine of the Wu family who was born in Wu

Chapter 1145 804. Point out Mingjin (Nalan Ruoye pointed out the focus of the Qingzang King’s disease)
  The King of Qingzang looked at Nalan Ruoye's expression of pain and awkwardness after being teased by him, but his face became extremely excited and excited.

He sat down next to Nalan Ruoye's bed, but he was not in a hurry to leave. Looking at the pale, weak, troubled and uncomfortable face, the Qingzang King curled up the corner of his mouth and said with a malicious smile -

"Doctor Lan, how does it feel to be so pampered and embraced by this king all the way? In the middle of the night, the singing room in the Xuanwu Palace is brightly lit just for you, and you kneel down and bow down. Are you satisfied with this honor?"

satisfy? !
  It's just life-threatening madness, okay? !

I'm afraid that tomorrow morning, jealousy will sweep through the harem, and the infamy will continue, and I will be labeled as a disaster for the country and the people.

And all this is not because of the favor of a man falling in love with a woman, but because of the cruel methods of a sinister king who plays tricks on his subordinates.

Nalan Ruoye's face became even more ugly, and she opened and closed her mouth, wanting to say something, but she didn't know what tone to make.

I saw the woman in front of me with her eyes wide open and her mouth opening and closing, but she was suffering and had nothing to say. This expression was really amazing and refreshing!
  Where did that look of contempt and disdain just now, the indifferent expression in the eyes that no one could see, go?

Isn't it just that you can despise this king by relying on your unique advantageous bloodline that you were born in the Spirit Clan and have dominated the Ghost Clan since you were a child?

After repeated requests and five orders, no one can be moved. It is true that riches and honors cannot be promiscuous, poor and lowly cannot be moved, and powerful men cannot surrender, right?

The King of Qingzang just likes to torture Lan Jingguan, crush her pride, bring her aloofness back to its original shape, make everything look pure and beautiful, and change it beyond recognition, dyeing a pure soul with color and turning it into a A vulgar and dirty ugly soul, this kind of pleasure is simply incomprehensible to others.

The King of Qingzang unknowingly spent too much energy on this woman Lan Jingguan, but he didn't know it. What is this kind of feeling called?
  He knew that if he could make the other person cry and show a painful expression, he would be particularly happy.

Nalan Ruoye obviously wanted to cry, but with stubborn eyes, she held back the bitter tears, and the red smudge hanging in her eyes was even more charming.

The King of Qingzang stroked Nalan Ruoye's face with one hand and teased her with a sly smile: "What? Aren't you satisfied with such honor and favor? As a woman, don't be too greedy. One day I was walking carelessly and fell into a pit without even realizing it——"

The green eyes of the Qingzang King are slightly reflective, and they are evil, cunning, scary and dangerous.

Nalan Ruoye was attracted by these eyes -

What was it that made his father turn into such a devilish and awkward personality? It seems like he's trying to please you, but he's actually plotting against you. He obviously wants to kill you, but he's frantically trying to save you at the last moment...

What is the origin of this extreme personality of criticality and destructive desire to save?

Nalan Ruoye felt a little sad. He knew that his father didn't really want him to die, but these boring and absurd methods were trying to push him to the forefront. What did he want? ?

Nalan Ruoye couldn't figure it out, but he could feel the sadness behind this beautiful, cold, bloodless face.

Nalan Ruoye suddenly came back to her senses. She seemed to have figured out something. She immediately retracted her painful expression and returned to her calm and steady self - "Your Highness...what do you want?"

The change in Nalan Ruoye's expression immediately made the Qingzang King crazy.

The other party became calm, and the Qingzang King became extremely manic.

The Qingzang King's eyes darkened, and all the excitement just now disappeared, replaced by a look of displeasure——

"What do I want? Haha~~ That's a good question!! You ask me what I want?? Haha~~ If I wanted something, I wouldn't be what I am now!"

Sure enough, Nalan Ruoye seemed to understand the thoughts of the Qingzang King. This awkward and perverted character was probably because he wanted too much attention from others. He paid attention to his own feelings, but did not know how to express his correct emotions. Performance.

Nalan Ruoye continued to lead the other party's topic and asked: "Your Highness - do you really just want me to come to the palace to make aphrodisiacs for you? With your highness's prosperous age and masculine body, this aphrodisiac Medicine is nonsense, what makes His Highness rely on this kind of medicine at such a young age to maintain his lifestyle and reproduce his offspring?"

Nalan Ruoye did not shy away from poking the pain in King Qingzang's heart. King Qingzang's face suddenly turned pale, and then his green eyes flashed fiercely. He pushed Nalan Ruoye fiercely, stood up suddenly, gritted his teeth and puffed out his cheeks and said -

"What does this have to do with you? You are just a low-class, poor doctor. I invited you to come to the palace just to let you diagnose and make medicine for me. You should take care of other things! You have no control!!"

Nalan Ruoye was pushed by the King of Qingzang, and his body was in severe pain. Although his shoulder was not pushed to a vital position, Nalan Ruoye's body was weak at this time and could not withstand any turmoil.

But she still had the courage to bite the bullet, and while laughing, she was proud that she had the upper hand. She tried her best to hold on to the bed frame, slowly stood up, and said with a sharp look and a half-smile: "Your Highness... I'm afraid there is no cure for your illness. To treat your disease, even if you hire famous doctors in the world and kill all the doctors in the world, no one will dare to guarantee that they can cure your disease!"

As soon as these words came out, the Qingzang King went berserk, his eyes glowed, his hands clenched into fists, his shoulders shook unconsciously, and in a low voice, he roared: "Try telling me something! Am I too special to you? Do you take yourself too seriously?"

Nalan Ruoye was not afraid of force, remained calm and calm, and said slowly: "Doctors are like parents, and doctors all over the world have the same original intention. They hope to save patients through their own hands. As for His Highness's illness, I forgive my incompetence. It's still the same sentence. ——The young man has little talent and knowledge, and cannot achieve the results expected by His Highness just by relying on medicine?"

Although the Qingzang King was furious, he did not completely lose his mind. He carefully studied Nalan Ruoer's words and heard other meanings between the lines.

King Qingzang's eyes darkened. He held back his anger, spoke in a low and explosive tone, and said patiently: "If I understand your words correctly, the general meaning should be that although medicine cannot cure my disease, there are still Are other methods right?”

Sure enough, this Qingzang King is not completely crazy and violent, he still has a trace of reason and wisdom.

Hearing this, Nalan Ruoye felt a sense of relief in her heart. She curled her lips slightly and said meaningfully: "Your Highness is smart, and he immediately understood what Jing Guan meant. That's right - His Highness's illness can only be treated with medicine. Treating the root cause, good comes and bad comes in waves, and this is medicine with three parts poison. Taking too many aphrodisiacs will drain His Highness's body early, and His Highness's biggest problem now is not a physical problem, but here - "

As he spoke, Nalan Ruoye raised his right hand tremblingly, raised his index finger, and tapped his head gently, with an obvious meaning...

(End of this chapter)