The Concubine's Conspiracy: Rebirth of the Poisonous Concubine

Chapter 499 Too Angry, Bone Thirteen

"Empress, I just woke up, so I don't need to review the memorial so quickly, do I? Do you want me to be exhausted to death? Or do you really want to..." The word "widow" swallowed in his throat. No export.

His Majesty the Northern Emperor gritted his teeth as he said a word, and his whole body exuded a cold air.The air in the hall was a little stagnant for a moment, and Zhuo Dehai, who was on the side, watched his nose, nose, and heart, and was too shocked by the cold air to raise his head.

Jun Jinglan's face was dark, and she looked straight at Luo Wuyou. He came to talk to her with him.But it's good for this dead woman to ask so many things for him?Damn Luo Wuyou, he didn't want her to do anything, but was it so difficult for her to talk to him for a while?
"Your Majesty is serious. Mo Yan is just thinking about you. You were poisoned and you were cut several times. After detoxification, your body will recover quickly. Besides, His Royal Highness has a very good foundation. It will take less than four or five days to recover as usual. Already. Since Your Majesty is bored, why not do something serious."

After saying that, everyone in the hall lowered their heads in panic, but Wang Chong looked at Luo Wuyou so much that his eyes were red with hatred.Jun Jinglan's pale face turned black in an instant, as if it had been stained with a thick layer of ink and was still dripping down.

Didn't he get hacked a few times?This woman is really cursing him!

How dare she!
Seeing that the man's face was getting darker and darker, and his anger was getting stronger, Luo Wuyou shut up in time, thought for a while and took a step back, and said, "How about this, Your Majesty is here to review the memorial, how about Mo Yan grinding the ink for you?" The character is irritable and moody, if it is really exaggerated, I am afraid it will backfire.

"My Yan'er really fulfilled my duties, but that's fine. Anyway, if you have Yan'er to accompany you, I believe that no matter how many memorials there are, I will definitely finish approving them soon." Jun Jinglan is like a firecracker that is about to be ignited at this moment, and it will explode in the next moment, but when she heard the girl's last words, she finally gritted her teeth and suppressed her anger.

Turning his head, he roared angrily: "Why, didn't you dog slaves hear the Queen's order? Why don't you all roll down and bring me the memorial to Changle Palace? I'm going to start reviewing the memorial now and do serious things. I don't want to go yet ? You dog slaves, do you really want me to become a fool?"

His Majesty the Northern Emperor was burning with anger, and Luo Wuyou pursed his lips, then turned to Yu Yaozi and the two of them and said, "You guys also go down, Your Majesty is weak, so you two go to the imperial dining room and watch carefully." Now, let someone boil some blood swallows, and make some calming tea for His Majesty."

This guy is too angry, it's a bit outrageous.

She has promised to accompany him here to deal with business affairs, so why lose her temper like this?Sure enough, he is really a tyrant, and it is really difficult to serve him. It is better to let Yao Guang and Rong Di leave first, otherwise she is really afraid that Rong Di will not be able to bear it anymore and will really kill Jun Jinglan.

"Yes, ma'am."

Zi Jin glanced at the girl and blessed her, and retreated back, the moment she turned around, her face was slightly condensed, Yao Guang looked a little worried and went to a place where no one was around, and whispered: "Master, bear with me first, the mistress is unparalleled in wisdom, and belongs to you." I believe that the mistress will be able to deal with it calmly, and the mistress can leave the North Vietnamese imperial court when she gets the things, and it won't be too long."

"The county is leaving."

Rong Di glanced at the palace door, and soon the figure was lost in Yao Guang's eyes.

All the way back to the room, he changed his clothes and changed his appearance, avoided the guards in the bright and dark places and left the palace, but the man's eyes were extremely gloomy, Wuyou is indeed very smart.But Yaoguang didn't understand a man's mentality.Ordinary men still have a strong desire to possess, let alone someone as conceited as Jun Jinglan?
That will be more possessive.

He is a man, he has a deep understanding of this, just like every time Jun Jinglan looks at her with that look, or even touches her..., he really misses it, really wants to chop him up on the spot Into a meat paste!
And if it wasn't for him, Wuyou wouldn't have to endure it.Seeing her reluctantly coping with Zhou Xuan, constantly worried and exhausted, his heart felt even more uncomfortable like a knife.If they had known that Jiutian Mingyuexin was in the Southern Qi Palace, they wouldn't have to go through such a lot of trouble, he would just get it back himself.

It's a pity that now that Mo Baichen had already spread the news, it was already too late for him to rush to Southern Qi.Although he had already used the red eagle to send a message to the Southern Qi Mingyuelou branch to snatch the seven-color feathers and phoenix crown, it still took a certain amount of time.

And if they retreat at this time, they will only fall short.He can think of other ways to get the seven-color feathers and phoenix crown.It is not in a hurry to get it later.

Wuyou is unwilling, this is indeed her temperament.

She has always been a person who will not give up until she achieves her goal.Not to mention that she paid so much for it, how could she be reconciled until Jiutian Mingyuexin got it.He knew that she was worried about his injury, and wanted to get Shiwei Qiankun Fang to detoxify him as soon as possible, and he didn't want him to endure the pain of that kind of poison.

But she didn't know that this would only make him feel more distressed.He would rather endure it forever than let her make such a sacrifice!
However, how would he know Wuyou's real worry and anxiety?

While thinking, Rong Di flew into the courtyard, he dodged directly into one of the rooms, opened the door of the dark room and walked in.

"Did any cross-examination reveal anything?"

The man's cold voice sounded, Qi Feng Qiyan, who was being tortured, turned his head and saw the man who appeared suddenly, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "Master, I haven't asked anything useful for the time being, this guy is very stubborn, and he has suffered so much. Heaven's punishment, but he just kept silent."

"You guys go out first. See if Han Zhuo's investigation in Guiyun Mountain has any results." Rong Di's complexion did not change, he ordered in a deep voice, and glanced at Mo Jinxing, the inhuman thirteenth king of the Southern Qi Dynasty who had been tortured. The light is becoming more and more intense.

In the prison, Mo Jinxing was stripped of all his clothes and trousers. He was hung naked by iron chains. There were bloody wounds all over his body. The blood overflowing from the corners of the blue and black mouth was also somewhat black, and it could be seen that he had also been fed poison.Especially when his clothes were taken off and his lower body was discarded, it was a serious insult.

Obviously, these days he was greeted seriously by Qi Feng and Qi Yan, very ecstasy!
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the whole person has only one breath left.

Take it for granted, Mo Jinxing dared to attack their master five years ago, how could it end well if it fell into their hands five years later?If it wasn't for Rongdi's order, his entire body would have been crushed by the two bodyguards who protected the lord.

Hearing that familiar voice, Mo Jinxing slightly opened his eyelids a little, his vision was a bit blurred, but the man's peerless face was still like a ray of light, splitting the thick fog in front of him, and falling straight into his eyes .But he was unable to speak.

His eyes drooped weakly, but there was endless contempt in those eyes.

Those contemptuous eyes made Qi Feng Qiyan furious for a while, and he really wanted to stab him a few more times with a knife to cut him off.But the master had his fate, the two glared angrily at the half-dead Mo Jinxing who had been tortured by them, and retreated.

In the dungeon, the man walked up to Mo Jingxing, stretched out his slender five fingers, he didn't care about the black blood and prickly beard on Mo Jinxing's face, and grabbed his jaw directly and rudely.

Even such rude movements are still so graceful when done by a man.However, the man Juntu's face was full of hostility, and his deep voice was so cold that it could freeze a living person.

"Mo Jinxing, do you think this county will do nothing to you if you don't speak up? This county tells you that you'd better answer this county's question truthfully and tell the identity of the person behind you. I can let you die cleanly. Otherwise, this county will make it impossible for you to survive or die. You may not understand the methods of this county, but this county does not mind trying it on you!
"Now, tell this county!" The man said with a little force on his fingers, making a slight crisp sound.Mo Jinxing's entire jaw was almost crushed, and the wound on his body was so painful that he was numb.However, the sudden tingling sensation still made him a little clearer.

Looking up, he opened his eyes and gave Rong Di a cold look: "Why, the world-renowned Daqin God of War has no choice but to say such cruel words now? Hehe, that king really thinks too highly of you, it seems , you, Rong Di, are nothing more than that, this king will not say anything, just use whatever means you can."

Suffering such a serious injury, although Mo Jinxing's voice was weak and slightly trembling, he held his breath and spoke without any pause, and seemed quite imposing.

Between the words, there is no concealment of ridicule and contempt for Rong Di.

Anyone can speak harshly, and he did not let it go.However, if he really thought that he could get something out of his mouth, then he was very wrong.After marching and fighting on the battlefield for many years, what has he not experienced, and what pain has he not experienced since he was a child?If he had really surrendered so easily, he would have been reduced to a pile of ashes long ago.

"Is it really a tough bone? But, as you say, in the eyes of this county, you are nothing more than that. Mo Jinxing, do you really think that this county doesn't know anything?"

Mo Jinxing was forced to raise his head, and after the shout just now he was powerless to say anything, just staring at the man who was pinching his chin like that.The man's temples were cut like knives, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his hair in three thousand flowers was like ink scattered casually on his shoulders. He was as holy and perfect as the snow lotus blooming on the top of Tianshan Mountain.

That pair of deep pupils seemed to be the most dazzling stars in the sky, and the light of the pupils fell brightly, like two vast aurora piercing through the misty sea of ​​clouds, falling into the eyes of the pair of copper bells in the blink of an eye, shooting all the way to the brain, bringing There were bursts of sharp pain like a needle piercing a knife, and the pain was magnified tens of thousands of times in an instant!
It was so big that Mo Jinxing's whole body trembled, and his body began to convulse violently.His face, which was already full of scars, became distorted and horrifying in an instant. The person who had been tortured and never cried out in pain, couldn't help but howl at this moment.

Rong Di's eyelids are still open, his pupils are bright, and two black swirls of stars are formed in the dark pupils little by little, just like the hurricane surging at the bottom of the deep sea that is about to break out of the sea level, or like a hurricane in the sea In the gust of wind, there are turbulent black clouds that keep changing their shapes.

In the black star cluster swept by the hurricane wind, there is an invisible transparent block, which emerges inadvertently, but disappears in the blink of an eye, and hits repeatedly like this.

Form a protracted tug-of-war.

(End of this chapter)