Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"Jiu'er asked Mr. Mo to light your sleeping point."

"Acupoint acupuncture? I didn't expect Mo Xuan to be so advanced in martial arts at such a young age." Emperor Hui Wen asked, "What's going on?"

"You're in 'drunk love'."

"The secret poison that has been lost in Juechen Palace for more than a hundred years?" Seeing Leng Yi's dignified nod, Emperor Hui Wen immediately sat up straight when he thought of something: "Ji'er knows?"

Leng Yi nodded, then shook his head again: "At first Jiu'er didn't know that you had been poisoned, it should be because of other reasons, and Jiu'er has appointed General Mighty to temporarily take over the post of commander of the imperial guards."

"Could it be that Jiu'er noticed something?"

"I thought so too. But what I'm more worried about is that Jiu'er knew that she wanted 'Xiang Si Kou' on Xueyun Peak to detoxify you, so she cried and begged me to let her go."

After hearing this, Emperor Huiwen had unprecedented tension and fear on Ruya's face: "Never let Jiu'er go! Xueyun Peak is dangerous and difficult. If she makes a mistake, what face will we have to meet him under Jiuquan in the future? ?”

"You also know that Jiu'er is stubborn, and she has never changed her decision easily." Leng Yi smiled wryly: "And after hearing that you are in the 'drunk love', you know what I saw in Jiu'er's eyes Murderous, bloodthirsty murderous! Although only a short moment."

It seems that what happened last night was not as simple as it appeared on the surface, otherwise how could Jiu'er, who has always been elegant and gentle, have such a heart-wrenching hostility?

For a while, neither of them spoke.

In Yanqing Palace, the noble concubines, Sima Chun and Lin Bingquan were sitting opposite each other, all with serious and gloomy expressions. Today's incident was obviously beyond their expectations, and there was also the attitude of the Ninth Princess. . . . . .

Every time the noble concubine thought of what that bitch said, she would gnash her teeth with hatred.

At the same time, in the main room of Hou Guofu's mansion.

A woman wearing a pink gauze dress, whose appearance was almost the same as Li Feixue's, but with a gentle temperament, looked at Li Zhengxun and Li Feixue sitting at the table, and asked eagerly, "Has the emperor granted you a marriage? Who is the son-in-law? "

Looking at the silent father, Li Feixue turned to look at her twin sister Li Feishuang, shaking her head, the coquettish arrogance of the day was gone from her face.

"what happened?"

Li Feixue recounted what happened during the day.

"That is to say, no marriage, no consort?"

"The Ninth Princess has reached the age of Ji, and the marriage cannot be delayed." Li Zhengxun's handsome and masculine face is like lacquer, and his whole body is full of sharpness that has been on the battlefield for half his life: "Shuang'er, get ready, once the emperor bestows a marriage, you can go!" .”

"No! I don't want it!" Li Feishuang's face turned pale as snow in an instant: "Father, I am your own daughter, the dignified daughter of the protector of the country, why do you want to enter the mansion as a concubine for that person? Why?"

"Shuang'er, this is the unshirkable responsibility of the Li family, you..."

"You only have responsibility in your heart, but have you ever cared about my feelings?" Li Feishuang asked hoarsely: "What's so good about her? The emperor spoils her, and everyone gives in to her. Even you have to sacrifice my happiness to protect her! It's just a wild species without father and mother..."

A crisp sound of 'pop' interrupted Li Feishuang's hysteria.

"You hit me? You hit me because of an outsider?" Li Feishuang stared at Li Zhengxun, who held his right hand high, with his eyes wide open. Tears of grievance and resentment ran down his red and swollen cheeks: "I hate you, I hate you!" crying shouted and ran out of the room.

"Shuang'er----" Li Zhengxun slumped down on the wooden chair.

"Father, sister made a slip of the tongue because she was in a bad mood, so don't be angry." Li Feixue thought for a while and said, "Father, I'll go."

Li Zhengxun looked in amazement at his little daughter whose personality resembled his own.

"My sister is in such a state of mind, even if I go, I'm afraid that I will not meet my father's expectations, and even cause many disturbances." Most importantly, she wants to see whether the ninth princess is worth the sacrifice of the Li family.

Of course, Li Feixue only said this in her heart.

Li Zhengxun, who understood what the younger daughter said was not unreasonable, sighed and said: "You go and prepare. Also, send someone to watch over your sister, and the nine princesses are not allowed to leave the house until the wedding."

"Yes, my daughter is leaving."

As night fell, there were no stars or moons in the pitch-black sky.

On the beam outside Lin Yuemei's boudoir in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Qingyun looked at the people in the room with a weird sneer on the corner of her lips.