The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 467 My Wife (1)
"And that drug addiction forces people to be addicted to drugs. When they attack, they cry bitterly, like ten thousand ants gnawing at the skin. They must take the same poison to relieve the symptoms. She just had an attack of this poison, and the old man pricked the acupuncture points with silver needles Forced her to forget everything around her. At this moment, she has fallen asleep, and her drug addiction has been suspended after waking up. But this drug addiction will not be solved overnight. If she does not have the endurance of others, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive. Before that, has she committed suicide? repeatedly?"

After listening to the words of Beijun Yaowang, Junzhi knew that the poison of "Quci Huacong" had been cured, but he didn't know whether to be happy or heartbroken: "When the drug addiction kicks in, people don't look like people, and ghosts don't look like ghosts. Regardless, knowing that I have a child today, I am willing to work hard to live and stay by my side. Uncle..."

Jun Zhi glanced at Baili Jing's sleeping face, her brows were still furrowed imperceptibly, he bowed and smoothed her brows, and said, "Where is the child? The imperial doctor said that the child may be difficult to keep, uncle must keep it for me This child, this is my last bargaining chip to keep her."

Beijun Yaowang didn't know what he was thinking, when he heard the word "child", his cloudy eyes darkened three points: "If the child is born with serious illnesses, have you ever thought about whether she can bear this heavy blow?"

Jun Zhi's throat choked, and he took a step back, but after a while, he tightly grasped the thin hand of the woman on the dragon couch, sat down low in front of her couch, bent down and kissed her. With a wry smile on his forehead, he said: "As long as we can keep her, if the child is seriously ill and cannot die well, I will bear the consequences..."

His heart is so ruthless that he wanted to attack the unborn child. In order to save his wife's life, he tied her down with an unformed child, and wanted to keep her by his side, for a moment, for a moment. One life is one life.

"The child has not yet been born, and my uncle only said that he may be seriously ill, but maybe he will be healthy and have no symptoms. How can I give up my beloved wife because of the unborn child? If this is a deal, I am A businessman who only seeks profit, even if it damages long-term interests, must do so.” The more he talked, the more determined he seemed to be.

The North County Medicine King watched him make out with the girl on the couch. Anyone who saw him would be moved by that kind of affection. : "The third kind of poison, the legendary 'near death', people in the world have found many ways to restrain it, the effect is good or bad, but they have never found a way to detoxify. Once the poison occurs, you will definitely die within ten days. You Have you ever thought about it, if the poison of 'Near Death' takes hold, what will you do to save her?"

Junzhi inevitably remembered that night in Mijin Valley, when his wife hugged Han Ye and said that she wanted to go far away with Han Ye. At that time, her poison broke out, and only Han Ye could save her. This was the first time he was brooding defeat.

"Peacock once said that a Resurrection Pill can guarantee a ten-year lifespan, and the red lotus stamens are the medicine's primer. Unfortunately, it blooms only once in decades. Is there really no more red lotus stamens in the world?" Jun Zhi remembered it clearly, and never forgot to look for it. The antidote to a narrow escape.

"Three years ago, I heard that the red lotus on the snow was about to bloom. The old man searched for rare medicinal materials for a long time, but when he arrived at the snow mountain, he found that the red lotus had been picked off. The unique red lotus in the world Lian, her whereabouts have been unknown since then." Beijun Yaowang's eyes still lingered on Bai Lijing's face, "From her body, she must have suffered a near-death attack once, and it must have been saved by the Resurrection Pill. Zhuhonglianrui can refine four Resurrection Pills, so there must be someone who still controls the Resurrection Pill."

Jun Zhi can always find something beneficial to himself from other people's words, whether it is Beijun Yaowang's concerned tone, his lowered voice, or his completely different temperament from just now, he can use them all.

He left Hong Lianrui alone for the time being, and probed into the doubt he was most concerned about at the moment: "Uncle thinks my queen's face is familiar. When I saw her for the first time, I also felt inexplicably familiar, but I still can't remember where I saw her." Just now my uncle blurted out to call her Yan Ran, that seems to be an old person, but my queen is still young, she was born in the first year of Dongxing Jingyuan, as my uncle said, it was exactly the 13th year of Longde in the Great Qin Dynasty, and it has been [-] years since she died. She's not yet full... Could it be that Uncle is convinced that her origin is related to the late Third Aunt?"

Beijun Yaowang smiled wryly. He didn't want to say anything, but took a step back, took out a small celadon bottle from his arms, uncorked the bottle, and a nearly transparent butterfly came out of the bottle.

The butterfly fluttered in front of the couch, and finally landed on Bailijing's face with a faint scar, and stopped on the unhealed scar, refusing to leave, flapping its wings, opening and closing, as if sucking the wound blood, the wings gradually changed from transparent to red...

"Uncle, what are you doing?!" Jun Zhi stretched out his hand to crush the butterfly. He knew that his uncle had a perverse temper, but he didn't understand what he was trying to confuse!
The butterfly was frightened and flew away. When Jun Zhi's hand left, it stopped at the same place and refused to leave.

Beijun Yaowang stopped Jun Zhi's anger, and his expression was a pity and sorrow that Jun Zhi couldn't understand: "Call your third uncle back to Chang'an as soon as possible, and tell him that his daughter is not dead."

Seeing that Junzhi didn't understand where his determination came from, Beijun Yaowang stretched out his hand, and the butterfly flew back to his finger. He looked at it and smiled, as if seeing a distant and untouchable memory: "Yan Ran's illusion Butterfly, raised by her blood, only recognizes her blood. After Yan Ran died, it has not eaten for nearly 20 years. When it first encountered her blood, it only cared about sucking blood..."

He suddenly changed his expression, and said to Junzhi with a sneer: "You can also tell your mother that the daughter of the Yan family she was afraid of has returned! The daughter of the Yan family with the blood of the Bai family...God's will, no one can stop her!" Can't live."

The North County Medicine King had already made his words so clear, Jun Zhi fixed his eyes on his wife's face, this face was familiar to him from the first time he saw it, but he still couldn't remember where he saw it, he thought it was The evil fate of the previous life will continue in this life, but I don't expect it to be the mother who met her when I was young——

In the [-]th year of Longde, he was only eight or nine years old. He grew up beside Emperor Gaozu, and he was very fond of Emperor Gaozu. He was established as the crown prince when he was a child.The first time I saw the third aunt in the Duke's Mansion, I thought she was a celestial being. At that time, the third aunt was pregnant. Although she had the appearance of a celestial being, there was a little sadness in her eyes that couldn't get rid of.

The attendant who accompanied him secretly told him that if the third aunt's womb was a baby girl, it would be his destiny to be a white deer.

At that time, he devoted himself to learning the way of governing the country from Emperor Gaozu, knowing that one day he would succeed to the throne, and he never thought about the relationship between his son and daughter.It was just that after listening to the servant's words, for the first time, my heart was a little enlightened, and I thought with the heart of an eight or nine-year-old boy, if there must be a white deer of destiny, it should come from the belly of the third aunt. Without him, it's not too bad.

(End of this chapter)