Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 345 [If there is support, who is willing to be strong]

in the palace.

The incident of Xuanyuan Jiaye's coma shocked everyone, and he stayed in front of the dragon bed for a long time, until late at night he showed no sign of waking up.

"You all go back, I just need to stay here." Qu Jingwan sat on the side of the bed and wiped Xuanyuan Jiaye's forehead with a towel.

Yuan Shengmin actually didn't want to leave, but because she just made a mistake, she couldn't confront Qu Jingwan now.

"The concubine will leave first. If the imperial concubine is tired, she will rest earlier." After speaking, she left the Hall of Mental Cultivation with others.

After everyone left, Qu Jingwan sighed and thought of her son, "When will he return to Beijing? He didn't come back on New Year's Eve."

"It may take a while, brother Huang's ghost army is being trained by him." Xuanyuan Heming replied truthfully.

"Qi State is pressing too hard. If it's nothing serious, let him come back first. With my imperial son here with you, your imperial brother may be able to relax." Qu Jingwan covered Xuanyuan Jiaye with a quilt and then get up.

"General Yongling, have you sent someone to look at it?"

Xuanyuan Heming nodded, "Look, the candles in the room are all extinguished, it should be rest."

"Can she really rest?" Qu Jingwan panicked, "Do you think something will happen to her?"

Xuanyuan Heming was stunned for a moment, "Probably not... Sister-in-law Huang is quite..."

"What is it? She's strong?" Qu Jingwan glared at him. "A woman's strength is forced. If someone can rely on her, who would be willing to take charge of her weak body? You saw her before when she was in Jinnan Palace. Is she so strong now? That's because without your emperor brother, she has to be strong."

At the end, she sighed, "This pair of poor people."
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On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the unconscious Xuanyuan Jiaye suddenly opened his eyes, and Ganbei, who was standing by, hurriedly put away the porcelain vase by the bed.

"Master, are you awake?" Ganbei hurried over and asked.

The man looked back, and the corners of his dry mouth twitched, "Are you in your teens today?"

"Ten...fifteen." Ganbei said with his head down.

The man who was wearing shoes stopped suddenly, and slowly raised his head to look at Qianbei, his eyes were extremely cold and dangerous.

"fifteen?"

Ganbei didn't dare to look at him, so he could only lower his head and say nothing.

"Tell me, how have you controlled the poison in my body in recent months?" The man's eyes were filled with struggle.

There were many times when the time before he lost control and the time when he woke up from a coma after the drug was under control did not match up. During this period, it should be four hours, but every time he woke up early, the reason why he woke up so early only one.

That is to drink the blood of the Yin woman.

He knew that Yuan Shengmin was a yin girl, but the maid who served her said that if she didn't have any scars on her body, it meant it wasn't her blood.

"say something!"

Xuanyuan Jiaye was like a lion about to go mad at this moment, with an uncontrollable murderous look in his eyes.

He grabbed Gan Bei's collar, and a dangerous breath came to his face, "How is the poison controlled? Huh?"

Ganbei's eyes were bloodshot from being strangled, and he opened his mouth without saying a word.

"Don't tell me?" Xuanyuan Jiaye's eyes were scarlet, "Or do you want to tell me that you found a Yin girl again? If that's the case, you immediately bring that Yin girl to me!"

Ganbei was thrown by him, and fell like a kite with a broken string at the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

He walked towards Qianbei step by step, his dark eyes were frightening, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Is it her?"

Ganbei held his chest and didn't speak, but reluctantly stood up and walked back to Xuanyuan Jiaye.

However, the man quickly slapped Ganbei's left arm, almost exhausting all his strength. The moment Ganbei flew out, one arm melted into blood foam on the spot.

"Qianbei!" he yelled mournfully.

Xuanyuan Jiaye fell to the ground unable to support his body, "I tried my best not to hurt her in the slightest, but you let me drink her blood? Ganbei... you really deserve to die!"

When Gandong came over, he saw Xuanyuan Jiaye's palm facing Ganbei's Tianling Gai and was about to hit him.

He yelled, "Master!"

　There are many types of novels, such as family ethics, urban, wealthy, ancient romance, and fantasy romance.

　　There are some types that we can put ourselves in touch with and write stories, but there are some things we have never touched, such as: ancient life, life of gods, including rich and powerful stories, we don’t know what their life is like, so we I can only rely on imagination to draw a picture of a story bit by bit.

　　Of course there are unconstrained and unrealistic places in this, but this is also the brilliance of the novel. If two people have conflicts, explain all the misunderstandings, and then the other party forgives, then I would like to ask, are you watching? What is it?
　　Who hasn't experienced quarrels, cold wars and misunderstandings?

　　What we see, explore, and reminisce is precisely this process, and we can summarize some principles from the process for our own use.

　　I hope that the little angels can understand the direction of the story, which is inevitable, because God has given them extraordinary identities, so of course they have to experience more.

　　Also, some friends don't like to watch it, and some friends may not accept the unconstrained style of the plot, then you can choose not to watch it, one kind of rice feeds hundreds of people, if you don't like it, just give up, why bother to repeat it again and again What do you say?
　　My writing style is not mature enough, I know it well, and I would like to ask individual readers to give some tolerance to Jiumei, I think, then I will be very grateful to you.

　　The eighth watch is over.

　　I'm so tired. See you tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)