Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

The content of the bet is the throne of cangyun state, which Prince falls on.

He has always secretly supported dongchengrui, while the old Valley leader confidently chose dongchengyi.

Therefore, at that time, all xuanming Valley forces lurking in the imperial capital no longer helped dongchengrui, but transferred to the crown prince camp.

Even Dong Chengyi doesn't know that someone is helping him secretly.

Xuege is the only one who obeys beitangye. No one helps him in the whole xuanming Valley, but xuege is still acting according to his orders.

It is undeniable that beitangye really felt like an ant trying to shake a big tree at that time. He made a very comprehensive and profound study on all aspects of dongchengrui in order to be able to answer the bet and save Luo Yunran's life.

As a result, the bet didn't work. The old Valley leader died before the change of imperial power in cangyun country.

After beitangye succeeded to the throne, the pursuit of Luo Yunran will not continue.

But I have to say that standing in front of objective facts, it was his grandfather who won the bet that year.

But so what?

If you win, you don't get anything. Life and death are vital. No matter how much power and wealth you have, you can't change it.

But then again, beitangye couldn't help narrowing his eyes and carefully looked at the "dongchengrui" in front of him. He knew a lot about dongchengrui, even if he had a birthmark.

But I never knew that dongchengrui could also use witchcraft.

Is the man in front of you really dongchengrui?

"Oh! Emperor?" the man in black satirized, "the dog emperor who has long belched farts deserves to be compared with my name? This throne is not what he should have, and if it is not his thing, he must return it!"

Dongjinlin's eyes were suddenly black and his tone was cold, "so you killed dongchengyi?"

"So what!" the black robed man's voice suddenly rose to a broken sound, sharp and harsh, "if he could kill me, I couldn't kill him? Joke! Become a king and defeat an enemy! He's dead. He's useless. He can't blame anyone else!"

"What about Ning Rou?" dongjinlin asked again, and his voice was incredibly calm.

The laughter of the man in black stopped abruptly, his eyes glanced at him strangely, his eyes turned, he seemed to be thinking, and he didn't seem to remember, "rather... Soft..."

"Ningrou's death, whether you can do it or not." dongjinlin didn't care about his fancy little movements. His eyes stared at him like a steel nail into a human bone!

The black robed man seemed to be so mysterious. Dongjinlin completely ignored himself. It was a little boring. He lifted up his falling broken hair, smiled low, turned his eyes, and suddenly fell on Luo Yunran. "I think you should thank me for Ning rou. It's equivalent to the hatred I pulled you down as a cushion back in those years."

Dongjinlin's eyes were fierce. Before he moved, a figure suddenly jumped out of him and kicked him, "I thank you, grandma!"

Luo Yunran's kick was solid and kicked on a meat wall. Liu Cheng looked like a thin monkey. Huizi didn't know how to be so skillful. Unexpectedly, at the moment when Luo Yunran kicked, he blocked Dong Chengrui in front of Dong Chengrui and took it for Dong Chengrui.

Luo Yunran's kick was originally specially kicked by the valve. After all, she has limited strength and is not a martial artist, but the person who can kick in the right position is absolutely sour.

But Liu Cheng suddenly ran out of the first gear and his position changed.

Luo Yunran was stunned for a second, and her eyebrows shook. Although she tried to show that she was calm and had nothing happened, her body couldn't support it and shook back!

Suddenly, a big palm in her waist suddenly held her.

As soon as she looked back, she saw dongjinlin standing behind her with an expressionless face. With a little force, Luo Yunran went back and stood firm.

Luo Yunran patted her boots and glanced at Liu Cheng, who was left with an obvious shoe mark on her chest. "She's trained very obediently. It's really important to look at her after three days!"

Dongchengrui nodded, quite proud, "that's nature. He was poisoned by me. I'm his master. I told him to go east and not west. When I asked him to go up the knife mountain, he didn't dare to go down the sea of fire. He is my loyal dog!"

"In that case, why did you kill dongchengyi in full view?" Luo Yunran always didn't understand dongchengyi's death. At first, he didn't understand the cause of dongchengyi's death. Now he really doesn't understand dongchengyi's death method.

Dongchengrui sneered, "I hate him. Of course I want to kill him!"

"But you have controlled him," Dong Jinlin interrupted. "As you said, he will be as obedient as a dog. Why don't you stop? Even bring the innocent qingliguo in? What do you want?"

Dongchengrui raised his scarred face, looked deeply at dongjinlin for several eyes, licked some dry lips, "it's worthy of being seventh uncle... Nothing can hide from your eyes."

Dongchengrui said, his expression suddenly changed, his smile was clean, leaving only a frightening shadow and terror, "he just died. He thought he could pay my debt? What kind of life have I had in the past three years? You! You! No one knows!"

"Look at my face!" dongchengrui pulled his black robe and leaned his head up to dongjinlin. Beitangye subconsciously stepped back and frowned uncontrollably.

"Look at me now!" Dong Chengrui pulled his sleeve and exposed his arm. There were many wounds of various shapes on his body.

Dongjinlin protected Luo Yunran behind him. He stood in place and didn't move half a step.

He looked down at the scars on dongchengrui.

"These are the injuries you caused when you fell off the cliff?" asked Dong Jinlin.

"Probably not." Luo Yunran answered him.

The wounds on Dong Chengrui's body are different in size, depth and shape. Some can be explained as falling off the cliff, scraped by branches, rubbed by stones, hit and stabbed.

But some, judging from the shape of the wound, really can't see what caused it.

Luo Yunran has been a doctor for so many years and has never seen a wound.

And these wounds, new, old, old, look like they have been there for two or three years, but some are obviously much newer than others around.

Falling off a cliff is not a repeated and continuous injury. It is impossible to scrape twice today and rub twice tomorrow.

These new injuries were definitely not caused by falling off the cliff that year.

Dongchengrui touched the potholes and stared at them.