Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 558 Who is the hunter and who is the prey? (2)
Bai Fu's gaze was fixed on the bamboo in Yunlu Sailor's hand that she had chopped off abruptly, his eyes were as heavy as the black clouds above Mokong at this moment, he saw his arm holding Yaoqin tightened suddenly, raised his Eyes, looking at Si Jixia, wanted to speak, but stopped.

At this moment, Bai Fu clenched his left hand tightly under his wide sleeve into a fist.

He was nervous, afraid that Si Jixia's answer would not be what he had in mind.

After all, he never told Si Jixia about it.

"Life is short." Si Jixia still had the same indifferent expression, and his tone was still indifferent, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

However, it was these four words that made Bai Fuguang's clenched hands under his sleeves loosen.

"Really?" Yun Lushui broke off another section of the bamboo branch in his hand, still concerned, "I don't know what disease the Prime Minister has, it is an incurable disease?"

"Forgive Xiaomin for not being able to answer your mother's question. Xiaomin's medical skills are not good, and he can't diagnose what kind of illness Mr. Prime Minister is. He only knows that Mr. Prime Minister is terminally ill."

"Since you are terminally ill, why didn't your lord prime minister ask the imperial doctor to take a look?" Yun Lushui's question was very puzzled, but there was no puzzlement on her face, "Could it be that lord prime minister can't believe that this palace is just like me?" The imperial physician here?"

"Xiaomin and the Prime Minister have never met each other. Xiaomin is just a doctor and doesn't know what the Prime Minister is thinking." Si Jixia patiently answered Yun Lushui's series of irrelevant questions. Be patient, not to mention any uneasiness and anxiety in him.

"Hehe, it seems to be the same. You don't understand such a question. It's better to ask the master luthier." Yun Lushui laughed again, and broke off the bamboo branch in her hand for the third time. The one in her hand was Xiu Ting. The bamboo branch has no complete shape, it just twists and turns there, which is quite pitiful, but Yunlushui still feels that it is not enough, so he even grabbed it and pulled it out of the soil in the pot, looking at Bai Fu He asked with a smile, "Lord luthier, am I right?"

"Bai is just a temporary guest in the prime minister's mansion, and Bai knows only a few things about the prime minister." Bai Fu took his eyes away from the bamboo branch that Yunlu Sailor was holding, and said with a faint smile, "Your Majesty I really think highly of Bai."

"Your majesty regards the master luthier as a distinguished guest. I am only a concubine, so naturally I have to think highly of the master luthier." Yun Lushui smiled charmingly and pitifully, and threw the bent bamboo branch with mud at the end in his hand. When he came to Bai Fu, he smiled and said, "I don't dare to disrespect Master Luther Master by standing on top of the king."

"Don't dare to do it." Bai Fu lowered his head slightly, showing a very respectful look.

"Cough, cough, cough——" Yun Lushui coughed suddenly, and covered his lips with the hand that had just grabbed the bamboo branch, not minding the dirt on his hands.

Yun Lushui's cough is not severe, her cough seems to be like her own, soft and soft, but a few light coughs can make people feel affectionate.

I saw Xue Miao raised her hand and patted her on the back lightly, and said in a rare and gentle voice, "Okay, let's sit in another seat, this place is dirty by you, so that you can help me diagnose the pulse."

Yun Lushui didn't speak, but left the window obediently, walked to the long floor-length gauze on the left side of the window, raised her hand and pulled the gauze aside with a clatter, then turned around and lay down on the bed On the imperial concubine's couch behind the gauze curtain, she grabbed a soft pillow placed on the couch and covered her face, gripping the soft pillow tightly.

"Miaoshou, I feel so tired." Yun Lushui's voice became very dull because of the soft pillow covering his face.

She just lay down on the imperial concubine's couch casually, and she didn't mind that there were other people in the hall, and they were still two men.

Xue Miaoshou didn't care about her casual behavior like this, nor did she care whether she was really tired, but said unhurriedly: "Since you feel tired, then lie down and let Young Master take your pulse, Young Master, please."

Si Jixia hesitated a little, and then walked towards the imperial concubine's couch. It wasn't that he was not open-minded, but that in such a deep palace at night, he had to be careful with every step he took, let alone in the harem.

As if he knew what Si Jixia was thinking, when Si Jixia walked towards the imperial concubine's couch, Xue Miaoshou said with a half-smile: "Don't worry, my lord, even if the king wants to come to Fanglan Palace, the palace will have to do it." Someone came to announce that, in ordinary times, even the palace people are not allowed to enter this apse."

Si Jixia nodded slightly, and sat down on the round stool in front of the imperial concubine's bed. Xue Miao then went to tear off Yun Lushui's right hand, which was grasped on the soft pillow, and put the palm up on the bed.

Si Jixia raised his hand to lightly touch Yun Lushui's wrist.

Si Jixia's eyes became a little dark.

After a while, Si Jixia withdrew his hand, and just as Xue Miao opened his mouth to ask something, suddenly the exclamation of palace people came from the direction of the front hall.

The maidservant's exclamation interrupted Xue Miaoshou's questioning.

It made Bai Fu's gaze turn cold.

The soft pillow on the cloud-green water did not move away, but her voice was still dull: "Come?"

"Hearing such movements, it should be true." Xue Miaoshou said coldly.

"Then you go." Yun Lushui said.

"Hehe, then I'll go." Xue Miaoshou smiled coldly, and looked at Bai Fu, "Da Lutheran Master, the person you want to meet is here."

Bai Fu was silent, his eyes were cold, his brows were slightly frowned, and he fixedly stared at Xue Miaoshou, "Here?"

"Yes, it is right here, in this Fanglan Palace." Xue Miaoshou suddenly smiled, "Did the great luthier dare?"

"Or is it—" Xue Miao turned her eyes to look at Si Jixia, raised her hand and lightly lifted a strand of hair from Si Jixia's shoulders, and her smile grew stronger, "Young master, don't you dare?"

Si Jixia didn't speak, but after Xue Miao put down the strand of hair on his shoulders, he raised his hand to pinch the strand of hair, twisted it with his fingertips, and actually broke the lock of hair from the middle.

The severed hair fell down, stuck to his cloak, and fell to the ground.

Bai Fu frowned tightly.

Xue Miao smiled softly, took a deep look at Si Jixia, blew on her fingertips, turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall, and said as she walked, "I'll go to the front to see the child and want to see him again." What are you messing around with, don't forget tonight, but it's only tonight."

At this moment, Yun Lushui, who was lying on the imperial concubine's couch, tore away the soft pillow on her face, looked at Cheese Ji Xialai again, and then saw her smile slightly, and said, "I remembered why I thought The young master looks familiar, so it turns out that the young master is the one the Ninth Prince wants to arrest."

Tonight, who is the hunter and who is the prey?

The front hall of Fanglan Palace.

At this moment, all the lights in the originally dark front hall were lit up, illuminating the entire front hall as brightly as day.

In this bright front hall, stood a man in brocade clothes. The man looked very young, only about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Fifteen or sixteen years old, no matter for a man or a woman, is the most beautiful age in life, bright and simple.

However, on the face of this young man, or it can be said that he is a young man, there is no trace of the beauty that this age should have. On the contrary, there is only slyness on his face, a kind of life that is very inconsistent with this age. Because at this moment, he is pinching the neck of a young palace servant with his bare hands. Looking at the palace maid's face that is gradually turning blue, there is only ruthlessness and coldness on his face, and there is already lying on the ground in front of him. Two palace servants with their eyes wide open.

The two palace ladies fell in a pool of blood, in their own blood, and blood was still gurgling from the wide opening on their necks.

The man's left hand is pinching the palace man's neck, and his right hand is holding a dagger, a blood-stained dagger with blood dripping down the blade.

The palace people of Fanglan Palace gathered outside the palace gate, their faces were pale and shivering, everyone was terrified, but no one dared to leave.

Because behind them stood a guard with a cold face. As long as any of them dared to take a step back, the long sword in his hand would kill them immediately, and then they would be like the two men in the palace. Like palace people in a pool of blood, they die with regret.

"Ninth... Your Highness Ninth... forgive me..." The palace maid who was pinched by the man's neck was holding the man's hand tightly with both hands, trying to break his hand away, but no matter how hard she tried, it was futile and she could only shake begging for mercy with pale lips.

This man is none other than the Ninth Prince who is most favored by the current Holy Master of Beishuang Kingdom, Mo Zijian.

"Forgive me?" Mo Zijian sneered coldly, raised his right hand, and stabbed the dagger held in his right hand on the palace man's neck. Blood splashed, and the palace man swallowed his breath before he could scream. The hands that were on Mo Zijian's hands suddenly fell.

Seeing Mo Zijian throwing the palace man to the ground as if throwing something dirty, a 40-year-old eunuch who followed behind him quickly wiped off the blood splashed on his face with a handkerchief, After cleaning it, he quickly took off his blood-stained robe, as if in the eyes of this eunuch, human life was not as important as helping his master wipe his face.

The palace servants outside the palace gate trembled more and more, and their complexions became paler.

After killing someone, Mo Zijian seemed still not relieved, he raised his foot and kicked the three corpses beside him, and said contemptuously: "How can you little palace people block the way of this hall? If you want to see the mother and concubine of this hall, do you still need to communicate with me first?"

"Get out!" Mo Zijian kicked the corpse away, with a cold face and only one coat on, he was about to walk towards the apse.

At this moment, a woman's helpless and annoyed voice came from behind the arch connecting the atrium to the front hall, "Who is this ignorant girl who offended our Highness?"

"Aunt Lin?" Mo Zijian looked at Xue Miaoshou who was appearing at the arch leading to the atrium. Said, "Three ignorant palace people, this kind of people are not suitable to stay in Fanglan Palace to serve the concubine mother, the palace has cleaned them up for the concubine mother."

"Oh? I don't know what they did to annoy His Highness?" Xue Miaoshou just glanced at the three servant girls who were lying in a pool of blood, and looked at Mo Zijian with a lenient expression, and with Zai Yun In front of Lu Shui, she was a completely different person.

(End of this chapter)