Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"What an idiot who has more success than failure!" Tore the secret report to shreds, the prime minister's face was already full of sternness and murderous intent: "How dare you change the plan without authorization, and the result is not only failure, but also ruin the old man's hard-won establishment. The rise of a dark force, and because of this, has involved countless disciples of the old man, the old man is simply pissed off! Where is that idiot?"

"Go back to the old man, he is dead."

"What about death?"

"Yes." The steward said tremblingly: "It is said that the fuel was ignited to die with Jiu Gongzhu and others, but for some reason she burned herself to death in the end, but Jiu Gongzhu and others were safe and sound."

The prime minister frowned: "Fuel? How could that idiot have fuel? Why didn't you tell me such important news in time?"

"This old slave doesn't know. Could it be that Su Jingru got it by accident when she went to perform a mission this time, and she didn't have time to tell the old lady?"

"Nonsense!" The prime minister glared at the housekeeper, "That idiot has been with this old man for not a day or two, how could he not know that he should report everything to the old man immediately? It is clearly concealed on purpose! And as far as the old man knows, only Zhou Guo and Liang Guo have the same knowledge. Jin country has very little fuel, so where did that idiot get it? Could it be..."

Speaking of this, a thought suddenly flashed in the prime minister's mind, and then he denied himself: Su Jingru is a killer he trained since childhood, how could she betray him?It's a pity that Su Jingru is dead, so there is no way to find out where she got the fuel, otherwise he will be like a tiger with wings added, and he will be invincible.

"Old Master, do you want to send another person to replace Su Jingru to continue to implement the plan? And if the emperor really thoroughly investigates those officials, we..."

"Once a thorough investigation is bound to cause turmoil in the government and the public, the emperor is not that stupid." A glint flashed in the prime minister's eyes: "Is there any clue about that matter?"

"Huh?" The prime minister changed the topic too quickly, and the butler didn't turn the corner for a moment, but he reacted after a while: "Back to the old man, the servant who was on duty at night insisted until he died that he fell asleep because of laziness. The fire is completely unknown, and the hidden guards also said that they did not see anyone entering or leaving the study room, the old slave has investigated, and except for the young master, the rest of the masters were not there that night."

"Continue to investigate. Be sure to find out who stole the important items in the secret room of the study? Report back immediately after finding out, and don't startle the snake!" If it wasn't for his order, Tao'er never entered the study, so naturally it couldn't be Tao'er.

"Old slave obey!"

"By the way, where is Jinpeng?"

"Yesterday, a master sent a letter saying that he had found the trace of Ziyiwei. In order to prevent Ziyiwei from being aware of it, the master temporarily stopped the plan."

The prime minister's expression froze after hearing this: "Princess Ninth is really cunning and cunning. On the surface, she asked Ziyiwei to investigate the girl's disappearance, but in fact she secretly visited officials from all over the country. The old man underestimated her! Tell Jinpeng, be more careful not to let Ziyiwei investigate. See what clues, otherwise we will waste all our previous efforts, and besides, we will lose hope with the imperial concubine and King Chun, so he needs to make preparations early."

"Yes." The housekeeper asked cautiously: "Is the old man going to give up the imperial concubine and Prince Chun?"

Picking up the tea on the table and taking a sip, the prime minister gave the butler a cold look. The stern look in his eyes made the butler tremble with fear. He was about to kneel down and beg the prime minister to forgive him for his transgression. The voice came to my ears: "Notify the hidden piles in Beiyuan County, and try to tell Amu Gulang the news that Princess Nine is going to Zhou Kingdom."

What a trick to kill with a knife!

It is said that Amu Gulang is good-looking and cruel, no matter how cunning the Ninth Princess is, if she falls into his hands, there is no hope of returning to Beijing even if she does not die.

At the same time, outside the Feiwu Pavilion of Prince Chun's Mansion, Mingyue looked around vigilantly and then quietly entered the bedroom, poured some powder into the teacup on the table and shook it well, and then left without knowing it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she slipped to the gate of the courtyard, she saw Lin Yiwei standing quietly outside the door with her personal maid, Xiao Lin, with an indifferent and cold look on her beautiful face, but her eyes were as deep as ink.

After looking at the unsuspecting servants in the courtyard, and at Mingyue who was pretending to be calm, Lin Yiwei turned and left without saying a word.

Following closely behind Lin Yiwei, Mingyue felt uneasy and puzzled: Isn't Concubine Lin resting?Why did you come to Feiwu Pavilion?

Back in Mengwei Pavilion, Xiaolin alertly led a group of servants to retreat and closed the door tightly. Lin Yiwei walked to the embroidery frame and sat down, embroidering the unfinished work with her head buried in her unfinished embroidery. Her tone was as indifferent as hers: "What are you going to Feiwu Pavilion for?"

"Slave, slave girl, did not do anything."

"is it?"

There was no ups and downs in the voice, but Mingyue trembled involuntarily, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, looking at death as if she had returned, and said: "Concubine Qing died unjustly, please forgive me for my revenge, and I will be a cow and a horse in the next life, and I will repay Lin." Concubine Lin's kindness!" Although Concubine Lin had kindness to her, she had to avenge her elder sister's revenge.

Slightly raised her head and glanced at the resentful Mingyue, Lin Yiwei buried her head in the embroidery again, and when the last stitch was finished, she stroked the vigorous and straight black bamboo with her white jade hand, and said lightly: "Remember: you have been embroidering all the time today. I am serving my concubine's embroidery, and I haven't gone anywhere!"

"Concubine Lin..." Mingyue stared at Lin Yiwei in a daze, and then knocked her head three times: "Concubine Lin's great kindness and virtue, I will never forget it!"

"She is not as simple as you think, otherwise Princess Jiu would not have touched her so far. You must remember not to act rashly in the future. As for that person, my side concubine has already dealt with it, so you can rest assured." Lin Yiwei warned her kindly. One sentence.

After hearing this, Mingyue was suffocated. It turned out that Concubine Lin knew everything a long time ago, so she brought her back in time. If not, she might end up in the same fate as her sister.

"Slaves will definitely remember the teachings of Concubine Lin!"

Regarding Mingyue's gratitude, Lin Yiwei turned a deaf ear to it, and her gaze fell softly on the black bamboo: The journey is long and dangerous, are you okay?

At this time, Zhang Lianwu, who had returned to the bedroom of Feiwu Pavilion, was sitting at the table, taking the tea brought by her maid, Bi Zhu, and slowly drinking it, her starry eyes were deep and bottomless, and her expression was indifferent, not knowing what she was thinking.

When Bi Zhu was refilling her second cup of tea, Sima Chun suddenly walked in with a sullen expression on his face, looking at her leisurely drinking tea, he couldn't help but feel angry for no reason.

It is a rare opportunity to go to Beijing to do business to earn merits, and the father did not consider him at all, and because the officials below repeatedly reprimanded him for not being able to control him, even the courtiers complained about him a lot, now he He only bears the title of a prince but has no real power. Most importantly, Jiu'er is getting more and more alienated from him. If things go on like this, won't his years of painstaking efforts and careful planning be in vain?

Can't!Jiu'er belongs to him, and that position also belongs to him, no one can take it away from him!

Thinking of this, the haze and ruthlessness on Sima Chun's handsome face became more and more cold as snow. It can be seen that Zhang Lianwu was still leisurely, turning a blind eye to him, and suddenly became furious. He helped him win that position, but he has not done anything so far. On the contrary, after marrying her, he has been unlucky. He lifted his foot and kicked the table over, not feeling relieved when it was over. The tea set on the table fell to the ground and shattered, and the rich tea fragrance quickly diffused.

Seeing this, Bizhu looked at Zhang Lianwu worriedly, and seeing her wave her hand, she called her servants to clean up the room, stepped back and closed the door.

The moment Sima Chun kicked over the table, Zhang Lianwu moved and sat on the edge of the carved bed, looking at the crazy Sima Chun coldly, with undisguised contempt and disgust in his eyes.

It's just that he was temporarily neglected and lost his power, so he became panicked like this, and he really couldn't afford it.

If it were that person, he would face it calmly, calm down and make a decision before making a move, and he would naturally become the final winner.

Relieving her restless mood, Zhang Lianwu looked at the mad man who was still destroying the furnishings in the room, and said coldly, "Have you had enough trouble, my lord?"

Sima Chun couldn't help being stunned when he heard it, and after tearing up the last famous painting, he slowly turned around and glared at Zhang Lianwu, who had a cold face, with hostility gleaming in his hazy eyes.

"What are you, how dare you stop me?"

"The lord wants to vent his anger and go to the practice room, or to beg the emperor to restore your real power. What kind of man is a man who is crazy in the concubine's room?"

"you......"

Hearing Zhang Lianwu Chi Guoguo's sarcasm, Sima Chun suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and raised his hand to slap her hard on the face. Concerned about her martial arts prowess, he clenched his hand into a fist and stared at her sullenly. Contemptuously said: "It's a pity that the man in your heart doesn't even look at you. Speaking of which, you are more pitiful than this king, but it's true, a woman like you who thinks of herself as noble and has a heart like a snake, any man would be afraid to avoid it." No, no wonder he..."

"Shut up!" Zhang Lianwu, who was stabbed in the sore spot by Sima Chun, suddenly turned gloomy and cold, with resentment and sternness flashing in his gloomy eyes, he got up and wanted to teach Sima Chun a lesson, but suddenly he felt sore and weak all over.

What was even more frightening was that a strange hot feeling seemed to gradually rise from the deepest part of her body, one after another continuously, as if thousands of ants were scratching her inside her body, her heartbeat gradually accelerated irregularly.

Although she hadn't experienced it personally, the clever Zhang Lianwu realized in an instant that she had been poisoned by the love potion. She had been well before, tea. . . . . .She came back with just a quote of tea!Zhang Lianwu, who had figured out the cause of the matter clearly, had a gloomy, bloodthirsty glint in his eyes, daring to plot against her, he was looking for death!

Normally, she could use her internal force to suppress her, but now she can't use it. It's obviously the love potion mixed with Ruanjinsan. Zhang Lianwu feels the heat wave in her body almost engulfing her, and even the breath she exhales is extremely hot. He opened his mouth and wanted to call Bizhu, but he couldn't do what he wanted, so he couldn't help but panic.

Knowing that she mocked Zhang Lianwu like that, she would definitely become angry from embarrassment. Sima Chun, who had already prepared to fight back, hadn't seen Zhang Lianwu take any action for a long time. Rose Crimson: "Which way are you playing?"

"roll......"

Hearing Sima Chun's question, Zhang Lianwu, who still had a semblance of reason, glared at him who was puzzled and mocking, and gritted his teeth. Not only did he not have any deterrent effect, but to Sima Chun's ears, it sounded more like invitation and coquettishness. .

Looking at Zhang Lianwu, who has eyes like silk, voice like insects, charming and enchanting like peach blossoms in spring, Sima Chun couldn't help feeling distracted. Since Meier and Concubine Qing died, he has never tasted that kind of hearty love. The taste, and thinking of her usual strength and indifference, thinking that she was obviously married to him, but she was thinking of other men in her heart. . . . . .

Sima Chun walked to the bed in a few steps, looked down at Zhang Lianwu, whose eyes were full of panic, and asked knowingly: "It's hard, isn't it? Then please beg me, maybe I will condescend and condescend to you in a moment of soft-heartedness." , otherwise you will die waiting for your blood vessels to burst, you must know that this is the palace, but no man dares to touch the side concubine of the palace, hahahaha..."

"You..." Staring at Sima Chun with wide eyes, Zhang Lianwu wanted to tear him apart with a smug smile on his face.

Seeing that there was still a trace of viciousness and contempt in Zhang Lianwu's eyes that were gradually clouded, Sima Chun couldn't help being furious: "Didn't you say that this king is not a man? This king wants you to show what a man is now!"

After finishing speaking, he tore up her disheveled dress, looking at the body that was as white as creamy pink with pink in it, Sima Chun's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt that the blood all over his body was gathering in one place, and he couldn't wait to take off his clothes. He leaned over to press the taller clothes, and rushed straight into the narrow passageway without any prelude, ignoring Zhang Lianwu's hideous and distorted expression due to pain, and hit him hard without any compassion. . . . . .

Zhang Lianwu's sanity was already engulfed by the heat and longing in her body, her legs were wrapped around Sima Chun's waist, and she flew to the clouds and fell to the bottom of the valley with him time and time again.

Until the sunset on the western mountain, the sunset glow dotted the sky, and the fierce battle between the two on the bed died down.

Zhang Lianwu, who regained her sanity, kicked the satisfied Sima Chun off the bed, glaring at him with sinister and resentment in her charming charm.

Caught off guard, Sima Chun suddenly fell to the ground, and couldn't help looking at Zhang Lianwu who was tightly wrapped in brocade quilts with fierce eyes, and said sharply: "This king has cured the medicine for you with good intentions. This king got off the bed, it's so presumptuous! Don't forget, this king is your man!" Then he stood up slowly.

"roll!"

"You..." Seeing the cold murderous intent in Zhang Lianwu's eyes, Sima Chun couldn't help but tremble, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on quickly, then mocked: "I can't see that you usually think of yourself as noble , but she is so coquettish and hungry on the bed, unfortunately not half as good as Meier and Concubine Qing!" Without waiting for her reaction, she turned and left.

Glaring at Sima Chun's back, Zhang Lianwu's cold eyes shone with bone-biting resentment and murderous intent.