Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Sima Chun who was sitting on the chair suddenly got up and walked up to the man in black whose hands and feet were bound, the dagger in his hand gleamed coldly.

"You do it, everything should be over long ago!" The hoarse voice was filled with calm, and the man in black looked at Sima Chun with kind and complicated eyes.

Sima Chun was stunned when he heard that, the hand holding the dagger couldn't help trembling slightly, he slowly closed his eyes, feeling the sound of footsteps had clearly reached outside the cell, he opened his eyes suddenly, with an indescribable pain in his eyes He Jujue, the dagger stabbed fiercely into the heart of the man in black without hesitation, and the gushing blood immediately splashed the two of them all over their faces and bodies, like blooming coquettish blood flowers.

Qingyun and Mo Xuan just walked to the prison door, seeing this horrifying and bloody scene, Qingyun's expression changed slightly: "Sima Chun, what are you doing?"

After hearing Wu Ge and Lu Po's story, she vaguely guessed something.

It's just that she couldn't figure it out, since Sima Chun already knew the identity of the man in black, why did he personally kill the man in black, and deliberately chose the time when she just returned to the palace?

Could it be that Sima Chun's body was exhausted?Or is it like imagining that the imperial edict was suddenly issued to forgive sins?

The gushing blood blinded Sima Chun's eyes, and he stared blankly at the man in black. His gaze was still loving and complicated, but his handsome face gradually turned pale until there was no trace of blood. Unclear and complicated emotions tugged at his heart, and the blood-stained dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, making a crisp and piercing sound.

Hearing Qingyun's question, Sima Chun suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Mo Xuan in a blink of an eye, with an inexplicable eagerness in his tone: "Prime Minister Han, no, Mo Xuan, quickly take his blood, so that Jiu'er can be cured." I'm sick!"

Mo Xuan flashed a demonic edge in his bewitching eyes, and Mo Xuan quickly stepped forward to the man in black, took out a small porcelain bottle, filled half of it with the man in black's blood, and added special pills to carefully treasure it.

Seeing that Mo Xuan didn't doubt himself at all, Sima Chun's eyes were deep and his expression was relieved with a trace of loneliness.

"Son, yes... I'm sorry!" Staring straight at Sima Chun, the man in black's lips that kept overflowing with blood moved slightly: "You... can you call me a... ...Say father... Father?"

Unexpectedly, Sima Chun lowered his head slightly, making it hard to see his expression, and obviously turned a deaf ear to the prayers of the man in black.

"Injustice, hehe..."

There was a mournful smile on the gray and colorless face of the man in black. There was bitterness, vicissitudes, and relief in the laughter.

For the woman he loves so much, he betrayed his teacher and killed innocent people time and time again. His hands were already stained with blood. In order to better protect the woman he loves, he mutilated himself and became a flawed eunuch. As a result, the woman he loves doesn't have him at all in her heart, she only regards him as a tool to eradicate dissidents, and even uses his blood as an excuse to hurt a fellow apprentice without telling him, and even a pair of biological children can't recognize each other when they meet, how sad his life is Pitiful?

Now, it's time for him to pay for the sins he committed, just his two sons and daughters. . . . . .

Seeing Sima Chun's eyes finally froze, his pupils slowly dilated, and when his head drooped, the man in black had already died.

Seeing Sima Chun tremble all over, Qingyun frowned slightly, and sighed silently: "After all, he is your biological father, so why bother..." Why bother to bear the infamy of patricide and unfilial piety?

Looking up at Qingyun, Sima Chun's eyes were as deep and deep as a thousand-year-old well, and there was a trace of self-mockery and sadness in his haggard face: "I have always claimed to be noble, and my martial arts and martial arts are far above all princes. Of course, the throne belongs to me." I, I didn't expect... I didn't expect that I was the evil seed born by my concubine and a traitor, and I wasn't the real royal blood at all..."

Qing Yun's face was as calm as water, her lips were slightly pursed and she did not speak.

Sima Chun didn't seem to expect Qing Yun to say anything, and continued on his own: "The person who poisoned your mother back then was the concubine mother, and Lin Han told me that the medicine to cure your cold disease contained a name in a taboo. For the person with the character 'Ting', he has been hiding beside his mother and concubine for so many years, so the relationship is naturally extraordinary... He has also admitted that he is the last holy son of Juechen Palace, Yue Ting, and it is very possible Became the successor palace lord, but met the concubine mother, and fell into a love barrier from then on and could never escape!"

She raised her eyebrows slightly, but Qingyun still didn't say a word.

Murong Qingyi had mentioned Yue Ting to her before, he was talented and talented, and Murong Qingyi did intend to pass on the position to Yue Ting.

It's a pity that one day Yue Ting died suddenly because of a homemade poison by mistake, and Murong Qingyi was deeply saddened by this.

Unexpectedly, Yue Ting actually faked his death for Lin Yufen, and also entered the palace with Lin Yufen, willing to become Lin Yufen's tool to harm dissidents.

The word love is really self-aware.

Taking a long breath, Sima Chun then begged: "I know, my concubine and I, as well as the people of the Lin family, have sinned so deeply that it is not a pity to die, and I don't expect to be forgiven by you. It's just that Zhilan doesn't know anything. Sacrificing a lifetime of happiness for our ambitions and sins, I  …”

"Bengong and Zhilan have always been in love with sisters, even if you don't tell me, I will ensure her a safe and happy life!" Qingyun said lightly.

"I believe you will treat Zhilan kindly." Glancing at Mo Xuan next to him, a strange dark light flashed across Sima Chun's eyes, and when he looked at Qingyun in the blink of an eye, he was full of hope: "As for me, I hope you can treat Zhilan well after death." I am buried next to your cemetery, firstly, I beg you to give me a chance to redeem my sins, and secondly, I can protect you."

Before Qingyun said anything, Mo Xuan firmly objected: "It's absolutely impossible!"

No wonder Sima Chun's eyes were so weird just now, it turns out that it is abhorrent to have such a calculation!

Xiyan is the emperor, so he will naturally be buried in the imperial cemetery after a hundred years. Only the emperor's husband is eligible to be buried with Xiyan, and the one who is buried next to Xiyan's cemetery is the emperor's husband, or the person closest to Xiyan, whether it is Xiyan's concubine, or Xiyan's closest person, Sima Chun is not qualified!

"Jiu'er, I'm running out of time. My only last wish is to stay by your side. Don't you have the heart for me to die with regret?" Sima Chun stared straight at Qingyun, his eyes full of begging and loneliness, and his whole body was full of sadness. With a sad breath.

Holding Mo Xuan's hand tightly, Qingyun said lightly: "I will find a place with a treasured geomantic omen as your cemetery."

Mo Xuan, who was originally furious, suddenly had a gentle and charming smile on Jumei's face, and looked at Sima Chun with complacency and coldness in his eyes.