Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

Chapter 44 Why are you so afraid of me?
  The gauze on Lang Zhuo's wrist was soaked through, and the cuffs of his new clothes were already bright red. Beisheng was cut off bit by bit with scissors.

The wound was like a canyon that could never be closed. The "valley" was filled with crystal water. With a slight sway, blood flowed down the canyon.

Beisheng pretended to look at him calmly and said calmly: "The crack is too deep, I need a few stitches."

Lang Zhuo curled up his left hand slightly and asked, "How many stitches will it take?"

"I don't know, maybe a dozen injections."

Bei Sheng turned around and opened the medicine box, pouring disinfectant on the wound. Lang Zhuo was trembling with pain.

Lang Zhuo's eyes were filled with water as he watched her thread the needle and picked up the curved needle with pointed tweezers.

Bei Sheng raised her eyes and asked him: "Do you need students to ask them to come in and hold your hand?"

Lang Zhuo clenched his fists, his flesh aching from the force, and he said, "No need."

Beisheng's cold hands patted his tense arms and said, "Then relax, sir."

His clenched fists were unclenched again. Lang Zhuo's heart was filled with impetuousness, but he tried his best to calmly ask: "Am I going to die? Some people say that I only have a few days left to live."

The tip of the needle penetrated the flesh, and Lang Zhuo trembled. Beisheng stitched him up as if nothing had happened. After the cracked canyon was completely closed, she asked: "Can't you get the antidote, sir?"

Lang Zhuo shook his head: "I'll never get it."

Bei Sheng smiled and said, "Then the Lord might really die."

Lang Zhuo looked at her in disbelief: "You really have nothing to do?"

Beisheng said coldly: "Students are not saints!"

"Why aren't you?" Lang Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly and took a step closer to Bei Sheng, "The prince was shot into a pile of rotten flesh by random arrows. You can save him, why can't you do the same to me?"

The invisible deterrent pressure made Bei Sheng breathless for a moment.

She arrived at Lang's house in a hurry, and when Wan Yue came to report that Lang Zhuo had invited her to come over for treatment, she had already fallen asleep.

So she simply put on a reed green short coat, a hibiscus purple skirt, and simply tied her hair in a bun on top of her head with a hibiscus branch hairpin, then got on the carriage and came to Lang's house.

At this moment, the two strands of bangs on the temples were hanging on the cheeks, and a pair of obsidian eyes were lowered. He ignored Lang Zhuo and couldn't explain to him why he could save the prince but not him. He just packed his medicine box.

Lang Zhuo seemed to be in a panic. He held down her hand that was organizing the medicine box, looked at her closely, and said in a sincere tone: "I don't want to die, please help me!"

This is not the gentle, saint-like Lang Zhuo of the past, he is a devil wearing a skin of compassion.

Xu Beisheng was horrified. She stared at Lang Zhuo, tears welling up in her eyes: "If I said that I couldn't save you, would you kill me like just now?"

Lang Zhuo suddenly woke up. His behavior today scared her, and he couldn't cover it up by pretending that nothing happened.

He took a step back very calmly, as far away from Bei Sheng as possible, and then said, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

The calmer Lang Zhuo became, the more Bei Sheng's heart palpitated.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and she was trembling.

After staring at Lang Zhuo for a long time, he turned around and opened the medicine box again, removed the layers of plates, and took out a black pottery jar from the bottom of the box.

He poured out a black-red pill from the inside and said in a trembling voice: "This is also poison. If you take it, if you are lucky, fighting poison with poison may be able to completely detoxify you. From now on, you can take this medicine once a month." You don’t need to take the antidote after one year. If... your life is short, you will die from the poison. It depends on whether you dare to gamble."

Lang Zhuo smiled with a cloud of elegant handsomeness. After a moment's hesitation, he took the pill from Bei Sheng's palm. His voice became a little softer and he said, "So, if my destiny is great, my destiny will be completely different from now on." Is it in your hand?"

Beisheng gritted his teeth, took out the white clay pot from the medicine box and put it on the desk, then said: "This is the antidote, one pill per month. Don't take more, or you will die if you take too much! I don't want to touch you. life!"

Lang Zhuo narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "I knew you still had a way."

The last life-saving method was right in front of him. Without any further hesitation, he raised his head and put the red and black pill in his mouth.

Then he asked: "When will I know whether my original poison has been cured?" "Tomorrow, if you are still alive tomorrow night, it will be fine."

Bei Sheng lowered his head and packed up his medicine box, walked around Lang Zhuo and left the study.

Seeing her running away, Lang Zhuo felt bitter in his heart. He smiled muffledly and murmured in a low voice: "Why are you so afraid of me?"

When Bei Sheng came out of the study, Qing Yang said that she was going to see her off, but she was so fast that even Qing Yang couldn't catch up with her, so two maids had to jog to catch up.

Qingyang invited him here, so he should send him back.

Yan Qing had been waiting on the carriage outside Lang's mansion for a long time. When he saw Bei Sheng coming out, he immediately jumped off the carriage and put down the step stool.

Bei Sheng's feet were so weak that he almost climbed onto the carriage. Only after getting into the carriage did he feel that his whole body was covered with sweat.

"Quick, hurry up!" She urged Yan Qing to set off quickly, as if something scary was chasing her behind her.

Qingyang knew that Miss Xu Er was frightened tonight, so he didn't dare to say anything. He just rode a horse and followed at a short distance. He didn't go back until he saw the carriage enter the back door of the Duke's Mansion.

Orfeng and his old servants had already cleaned up the main house, and Tuoba Zhao's body had disappeared together with the rosewood bathtub.

The room was lit with incense, and there was no smell of medicine or blood.

But Lang Zhuo's mood didn't get much better, and he sat numbly at the tea table and started making tea again.

It's a pity that his few frozen pears were kicked to the ground by Tuoba Zhao and became dirty, and now they are all cleaned up by Ofeng.

Orfeng looked at the thick red tea in his cup and asked softly: "Aren't you going to sleep tonight, sir?"

Lang Zhuo's brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, and he said after a while: "Tuoba Zhao is dead, go and find out where the people who followed him are hiding now? I don't believe that Tuoba Zhao is the only one who came to the capital."

Ao Fenggong cupped his hands and said, "Then go to Zuixian Tower and ask Miss Puran to help."

"Ah."

When Aofeng lifted the door curtain and went out, he happened to meet Qingyang coming back with a sullen face.

He bumped Qingyang's shoulder, "What's wrong? Miss Xu Er, are you angry?"

Qingyang frowned and said, "When I invited her here, she didn't say she was happy, but she came chatting with me. Now when I send her back, I only dare to follow her from a distance. The girl's carriage can run faster than my horseback riding. If you want to see Miss Xu Er for diagnosis and treatment in the future, it will be you who goes there, I won't go!"

Lang Zhuo was sitting in the room and heard Qingyang's words clearly from the corridor. He frowned with his cold long eyebrows and shouted: "Qingyang, come in!"

Qingyang cleared his throat, immediately put on a smiling face before entering, raised his hands and asked: "What are your orders, sir?"

Lang Zhuo said: "Tomorrow you go and find out what Miss Xu Er likes. I will bring something to apologize to her tomorrow."

Qingyang grinned, "Didn't you say that Miss Xu Er likes hibiscus cake? Please make more for her as a gift..."

Lang Zhuo said coldly: "She doesn't like hibiscus cake."

"Girls all like sweet pastries. Adults, go buy some sweet fruits..."

"She doesn't like sweet things either!"

Lang Zhuo thought of the bag of horse milk candy that Bei Sheng stuffed into his arms. Rather than giving it to him to relieve his suffering, it seemed that Bei Sheng didn't want it anymore and felt it was a pity to throw it away.

"That……"

Lang Zhuo raised his eyes and glared at him, "That's why I asked you to inquire!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)