Evil King's Medical Skilled Consort

"This poison..."

The old monk pondered for a moment, but he could feel the gloomy sight coming from above his head and said in a hurry:

"I don't know about this poison. It's very strange. It should be the technique of the western regions. It's colorless and tasteless. I've only heard about it, but I haven't seen it. It's said that if you get poisoned, you need to itch for three days and three nights, but you can't see the sun. By the way, the poison seems to be called... It's called "evil!"

The old monk didn't notice how ugly the people in the room looked when he said the name of the poison.

Evil... Isn't this humiliating the fifth prince?

Zhou Changsheng's face was livid. He almost shot it through the head of Lao he and Shang Guangliu. He got angry on the spot and kicked it.

"You son of a bitch, what do you dare to talk nonsense?! My Lord comes to your lingjue temple to pray for Buddha's blessing. If something happens, none of you bald donkeys will be able to run away. All of you will have to cut off your heads to make amends! "

Hearing the news, the abbot just came to the door. When he heard this, his face was gloomy, and he didn't speak for a long time.

At the moment, Bai Li zongyou didn't know whether he was poisoned or because he saw the abbot coming. With a gloomy face, he stopped struggling and scratching.

Looking at the old monk who just felt his pulse lying on the ground pleading for mercy, he really wanted to step forward and kick his feet to vent his anger.

What is evil?

This is to turn to play of scold him this prince?!

However, because this is not his palace, and many outsiders are watching, Baili zongyou also knows that this time can not come from his own temperament. His brain turns fast. He resists the anger in his heart and the discomfort in his body, winks at Zhou Changsheng, and reaches for him to help him up.

"Master abbot."

Baili zongyou stood up in a very awkward posture - he didn't feel that itchy, but he began to feel pain when he was scratched.

"Originally, I wanted to pray for my father and mother, but now I'm poisoned and ill. I'm afraid I have to go back to the Palace first."

"That's natural. Your highness will put it down. I'm sure I will investigate this matter and give you an explanation."

The abbot read a Buddha's name, put his hands together and respectfully sent Bai Li zongyou and his staff out.

When he came in lingjue temple, the scenery was arrogant. When he left, Baili zongyou kept a low profile. A group of his subordinates surrounded him in the middle, with a sense of confusion as if he was running for his life.

However, Baili zongyou didn't care about these. After he got on his carriage as fast as he could, he began to scratch all over his body. The itching came again. The more he scratched, the more itchy he was. He just had to bear it all the way. Now that there was no one, he would have a good scratch.

"Your Highness --"

Zhou Changsheng arranged for people from outside to return. He opened the car curtain and came in.

"Your Highness, you can't arrest any more."

Reaching out to stop Bai Li zongyou, Zhou Changsheng's hand just reached out to him, but Bai Li zongyou stared back with a vicious look.

"Your Highness, this matter today - I think there is something strange in lingjue temple. Maybe it's ninth highness..."

Zhou Changsheng had been suspicious since he heard the old monk say that Bai Li zongyou was poisoned.

People all over the world know who is fighting for the throne with their own Lord, and who is most likely to win the final imperial power. Today, when we meet the hundred Li sect law in lingjue temple, we can't have no action.

"You just returned to Beijing. Before you met the ninth prince in the temple, you were poisoned. Maybe he did it!"