The Concubine's Conspiracy: Rebirth of the Poisonous Concubine

Chapter 144 Colorful Golden Silkworm Cup

"Why didn't Luoshi Wuyou answer the question of the county king?" There was a hint of displeasure in the man's voice.

Rong Di entered the wing room, approached Luo Wuyou, asked word by word, and looked at Luo Wuyou with unblinking eyes, as if she would not give up if she didn't answer.

Even though he was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face at all, Luo Wuyou could still feel the dissatisfaction from him, but she really didn't have the energy to answer.

The pain in her legs also seemed to gradually become numb. Luo Wuyou's eyelids drooped slightly, and she could hardly open them anymore. She tried hard to open a gap, but her vision still became more and more blurred.

What makes her anxious is that the senior brother still hasn't come back. Obviously, their process of finding the medicine is not as smooth as she expected. The most hateful thing is that her golden hairpin was crushed into pieces by the man. Ash.

Now, even if she wants to stab herself again, it is impossible to keep herself awake!
Luo Wuyou clenched her tongue with her teeth, trying to use the pain to stimulate her recovery, but there seemed to be a black light flashing in front of her eyes, and she suddenly fell into the endless darkness.

This damned Rongdi actually tapped her acupuncture points again!
This was the last thought that flashed through Luo Wuyou's mind when she fainted, that solid color with gold trim was undoubtedly the man's sleeve, she would never admit it wrong.

It's just that he didn't expect him to move so fast, and even less, he was clearly asking himself a question one moment, but suddenly touched her sleeping point the next moment.

Just don't let her wake up, otherwise, one day, she will return today's debt, doubled, doubled, to him.

Rong Di stretched out his hand, took over the woman's limp body, and let go, it was warm and soft, and the faint fragrance of his daughter rushed into his nostrils, making him seem to be in a daze for a moment.

Seeing the girl's eyelids closed tightly, but her brows furrowed like a trace of unwillingness, Rong Di couldn't help laughing out loud. Probably, after the girl fell asleep, she was also thinking about how to take revenge on her?

Heh, it's really a little wild cat with teeth and claws!

The personality of distinguishing between love and hate, and vengeance, really makes people happy and worried, love and hate at the same time!
Rong Di was startled suddenly, and the smile on his face was also a little stiff, because of the sudden thought and sentence that flashed in his mind.

Love it or hate it?

How is it possible, how is it possible for him to fall in love with such a young girl who is not yet fully developed, it is simply impossible.

He must have been thinking too much lately.

Rong Di shook his head, and violently threw out the inexplicable thought that suddenly popped up in his mind, hugged the woman in his arms, and got into the big carved bed in the inner room.

When he looked at Lin Wanwei who was still unconscious and sleeping on the big carved bed, the man frowned slightly, and then, with a sudden wave of his palm, he shot a black brocade belt from his wide sleeve again, drawing Lin Wanwei was swept away, and dragged to the soft couch beside her in the air.

Then, he put the woman in his arms on the carved bed.

There was a trace of gentleness between the movements, which he didn't even notice.

Rolling up Luo Wuyou's sleeves, looking at the thin black line stretching from the palm of the girl's palm to the elbow, under Rongdi's mask, above that handsome face, suddenly flashed A gloomy dark glow.

The man raised his right palm abruptly, picked up his middle finger and put them together on Luo Wuyou's palm, and made a light swipe at the beginning of the black line on Luo Wuyou's palm. Luo Wuyou's originally pale wrist bulged with a black line.

In an instant, there was an opening.

With red blood flowing out, Rong Di's eyes flickered for a moment, then raised his right hand, rolled up his sleeve, and slit his wrist without any hesitation.

In just a few breaths, a big lump suddenly bulged on Rongdi's arm, and the lump was constantly moving, as if something was swimming in his body. On Rongdi's face, blue veins were protruding, as if congested with blood, it was extremely terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the bag had flowed to the wound on his wrist, and something came out of the wound. It was like a chrysalis the size of an adult woman's thumb, shaped like a silkworm, and the whole body exuded bright seven colors shine.

That was...

The seven-colored silkworm chrysalis crawled along Rong Di's arm straight to the wound on Luo Wuyou's wrist, and then burrowed into it.

In an instant, Luo Wuyou's palm also bulged into a big lump, and the seven-color silkworm chrysalis went up along the blood vessels. Wherever it passed, the black lines on Luo Wuyou's palm, wrist, and arm disappeared one after another.

Then, the thing actually returned from Luo Wuyou's arm, returned the same way, and burrowed out from the wound in her palm.

There seemed to be a hiccup in the silent space.

The seven-color silkworm chrysalis twisted its fat body in Rongdi's palm, turned over and rolled over, as if acting like a baby, Rongdi stretched out his fingers early, and gently pressed down on its soft head.

Only then did it lazily crawl back along the wound in Rongdi's hand.

Glancing at Luo Wuyou's clean and clean arm, Rong Di took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, opened it, took out some of the ointment inside, and applied it on the wound on Luo Wuyou's palm.

The bleeding from the bleeding wound on Luo Wuyou's palm was stopped in an instant, and the horribly turned outward scars also slowly closed together, only a thin red line could be seen.

And his own wounds disappeared automatically when the seven-color silkworm chrysalis crawled back.The wrist was smooth, not even a red line was left.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would have guessed that there was an inch-long wound on his wrist just now with his own hands.

"Luo Wuyou, plus this time, the king of this county has saved you four times, and they all said that they saved your life and promised you with your body. Now, you will almost spend the next life, the next life, and the next life... I have to give it to the king of this county, but the king of this county wants to see how you will escape when the time comes?"

Rong Di's voice was barely audible, and with his slender index finger, he gently brushed the girl's pale and transparent cheek, and the tentacles were soft and smooth, as if falling between a pile of feathers and white fluff.

It is, very comfortable!

The man's eyes were dazed and dazed for a moment, and he was even more surprised in his heart. He never thought that a woman's skin could be so white and tender, and it was so comfortable to touch.

Compared with the callus and roughness on the man's hand, it is not at all different. They are two completely opposite touches.

He didn't want to take back his hand.

However, thinking of the girl's injury, Rong Di's dark eyes opened the brocade quilt, moved his fingers slightly, and with a squeak, he tore the girl's dress, looked at the wound stabbed by the dagger, and took out the quilt. After the Jinpa wiped it lightly, he poured the fine powder on the girl's wound.

Then he tore off the underclothes of inner meditation, and bandaged the wound for Luo Wuyou.

"Bring me a woman's dress of the same color and style."

Rong Di's plain voice resounded in the empty room again, within a few tens of breaths, a person flew in from the room, put down the clothes in his hand, and disappeared in a flash.

Glancing at the clothes, it was indeed about the same color and style as the clothes on Luo Wuyou's body. A gleam of satisfaction flashed in Rong Di's eyes. He stretched out his fingers and stretched out his fingers around the girl's waist. With a light pull, the girl was pulled The belt around the waist is undone.

The movements are elegant, smooth, and natural, without any sense of contortion. He is clearly wearing a woman's clothes, but when he does it, it feels like he is eating, with a sense of leisure and contentment, and even a sacred feeling.

Only the bright light flowing in those deep pupils, and the almost invisible trembling of the fingertips.

It seemed that the man's mood was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

He untied Luo Wuyou's outer shirt, and changed out the new dress for her.

With a flick of his hands, the man re-knotted the girl's belt and tied a bow.

He straightened the skirt and sleeves for her again.

At this moment, although Luo Nu's face was still pale, she could no longer see even a trace of blood stained all over her body.

The breathing was a little heavy, and the man's hand was still in the girl's palm.

With light touch of fingertips, he grasped the girl's slender and boneless little hand, recalling again in his mind the ruthlessness when the girl pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into his thigh without hesitation.

He frowned lightly.

There was a touch of pity in my heart. Where did such a weak girl come from to have the ability to castrate a man with a knife without hesitation, and stab her body so cruelly with a knife?
Luo Wuyou, what kind of woman are you?
Why, your actions made the king of this county feel a little blocked and hurt?
What happened to the king of this county?
While the man's mind was moving slightly, a heart-piercing grief surged from his internal organs.

She was extremely handsome, with a delicate and perfect face, and her facial features were a little tight.

At this moment, footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard, and Rong Di's faint eyes flashed displeasure at being disturbed, and he took another look at Luo Wuyou's slightly pale cheeks.

He moved suddenly, withdrew his hand, and disappeared into the wing room in an instant, including the man and the wheelchair.

The footsteps got closer.

creak-

Just a moment after Rong Di left, the anxious footsteps of the visitor had arrived at the door of the wing room, and he pushed the door open with his palm. Mo Han frowned slightly, his nose moved slightly, and he keenly sensed that there was a little more in the air. Strangely, he immediately rushed into the house with a big face change.

And behind him, Nangong Jingli, his two medicine boys, several imperial physicians, and several men dressed as guards with extremely high martial arts skills followed.

Everyone rushed into the wing room, looking at Mo Han's anxious figure, Nangong Jingli behind him frowned lightly, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

The image of Jun Qingcheng being shot is still circling in his mind, that terrifying appearance is too shocking, and besides Jun Qingcheng, Luo Wuyou is also the only woman who has been shot for the time being.

Women are physically weaker than men.

This blood cup is so powerful that even the imperial doctors are helpless, he is really worried that that girl will become like a king.

Her footsteps stagnated for a moment, and Nangong Jingli was slightly startled by her sudden worry. He didn't know when, he seemed to be involuntarily watching everything about this girl.

Like in Jun Qingcheng's ward, when he learned that all the doctors had contracted the same disease, the first thing that came to his mind was the girl's safety.

Sword eyebrows furrowed together fiercely, Nangong Jingli felt a gloomy look in her heart.

It seems that he cares too much about Luo Wuyou, which is not a good sign.

"Sister..."

Mo Han quickly stepped into the wing room. At this moment, he didn't care about the people behind him at all. He watched Luo Wuyou who was sitting on the chair disappear, and where she was sitting, there was even a spot on the ground in front of the chair. A beach of uncoagulated blood.

Mo Han only felt a buzzing in his head.

Mo Han's exclamation interrupted Nangong Jingli's thoughts. Seeing the pool of bright red blood, her whole heart seemed to be pulled up involuntarily in an instant.

"What happened to Mo Han, why is there so much blood in this room?" The low and suppressed voice showed the man's anger, and Nangong Jingli's eyes became more cold and sharp.

Obviously when he left, the girl was still fine, but after only two cups of tea, Luo Wuyou's people disappeared, and there was still such a big puddle of blood in the room.

Could that blood belong to Luo Wuyou?

"..."

Needless to say, when he left, there was only one junior sister in the room, and one of them was already in a complete coma, the blood was not junior sister's, so who else could it be?

It's just that Mo Han still has no time to answer Nangong Jingli's words at this moment, his face is already covered with frost, so gloomy that it can almost drip water.

Junior Sister was already hit by the cup, but the cup worm ate away her essence and blood, and if she lost too much blood, the situation would be even more serious.

Moreover, when he left, Junior Sister was alone in the room, and it was very difficult for her to even move. If someone broke in and hurt Junior Sister at this time, I am afraid that Junior Sister would only be like a fish on a chopping board.

Only to be slaughtered.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Mo Han's mind, and he recalled the scene of Wuyou being hijacked by the man in black in the Misty Rain Tower again, and his heart became more anxious, hating himself secretly, why didn't he have a long-term mind .Leave someone behind to protect the safety of Junior Sister.

Mo Han squatted beside the teacher's chair, sniffed the blood lightly, it was indeed human blood, his heart sank to the bottom, instinctively, thinking of Li Wanwei who was still lying indoors, he rushed into the room like flying.

Nangong Jingli followed closely behind, and also followed in.

Seeing that Luo Wuyou was lying on the big carved bed in leisure, Mo Han couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

The gloom on Mo Han's face finally faded a bit.

"Mr. Mo, what's wrong?" Nangong Jingli followed in a flash, looked at the two women lying on the carved bed and the soft couch, and asked with a frown.

A dark light flashed in Mo Han's eyes, but he shook his head and said without any hesitation: "No, it's just that I'm a little worried about Junior Sister, and I don't know if my method has any effect before, but now it seems that the effect is good Yes. You don’t need to worry, the prince, thinking about it, the blood should be the poisonous blood spit out by the junior sister, and I’ll know if the worms in the junior sister’s body have been cleaned after I get the pulse for him.”

Covering the shock in his eyes, Mo Han replied indifferently, he is the closest to the bed, and he is also everyone who feels Luo Wuyou's strangeness. With just one glance, he can see that the black line on Luo Wuyou's arm has completely disappeared gone.

It's just that there seems to be a shallow and very thin wound in the slightly curled palm.

This couldn't help shocking him, it was a blood cup, even the eggs of the sub cup, but after entering the body, those eggs were quickly hatched and transformed into cup worms.

It wasn't too long since he left, at most it was only two cups of tea, and the black line that had reached Wuyou's elbow had disappeared strangely and inexplicably.

After Mo Han finished speaking, he stepped forward to feel Luo Wuyou's pulse, and found that Wuyou's pulse had returned to normal, but because of the loss of essence and blood, his face was still pale, and he was also pressed on the Sleeping Point .

Obviously, during the time he was away, someone came and not only made Wuyou a little dizzy, but also removed the worm in her body in this short period of time!

A deep doubt floated in Mo Han's heart, who is it who has such great ability and can do all this in such a short time?
Thinking of the strange smell that he smelled when he first entered the house, it seems that it should be the smell left by that person. No matter who it is, he believes that one day, he will find out this mysterious person.

And judging from his actions, it seems that there is no malice!
Simply, Mo Han quickly put the question aside.

According to Luo Wuyou's pulse, apart from being relatively weak, there is no serious problem at all. As for weakness, this is not a problem, as long as after that, take more tonics that nourish qi and blood , will be able to make up for it soon.

Nangong Jingli had been standing quietly by the bed, listening to Mo Han's words, but a series of doubts floated in her heart. Mo Han's behavior was very abnormal.

According to what Mo Han meant, did he already solve Luo Wuyou's cup?
However, this is impossible at all. If it is really solved, why was he so anxious before, and what they prepared was just prepared, and he has been with them all the time.

Unless he has the ability to clone himself, how could Luo Wuyou's blood cup be lifted?

"Mr. Mo, when will you get rid of the poison for Miss Luo?" Nangong Jingli's eyes flickered slightly, looking at the girl lying on the bed, and asked in a low voice.

He, who has always been keen, seemed to have noticed something strange.

While asking, his gaze was fixed on the young girl. The young girl's complexion was extremely pale, lying motionless on the bed, her eyelids were closed, but her facial features were very silent.

It seems to be asleep, and there is no abnormality.

However, he always felt that something was wrong, if such a large amount of paralyzed blood was really vomited out by her, why didn't it splash on the lapel at all?
If Rong Di hadn't changed Luo Wuyou into a dress of the same color before leaving, I'm afraid that Luo Wuyou's injury would not have been hidden from Nangong Jingli.

(End of this chapter)