Almost every bottle of medicine here is quenched with poison, not a poison that seals the throat when you see blood, and it doesn't even make people feel uncomfortable, these poisons have only one effect. That is, it causes the wound to heal quickly, and then leaves an indelible scar.

If a woman really leaves a scar that she can't go to, I'm afraid it will have a great impact on her family.

Not to mention it from afar, let's just say that His Majesty is going to choose concubines for the seven princes recently, if she has a scar on her body, she will never have to think about it.

Although Su Ziyu is not interested in marrying into the royal family, and her identity as a concubine does not seem to have this qualification, she can't let Mrs. Su be so wishy-washy, right?

Su Ziyu sneered, just these poisons are not as good as the food box sent by Su Ziyan before!

Su Ziyu opened those bottles and jars, fused and blended them repeatedly, and finally got a small box of pale green ointment, and smiled with satisfaction.

Fighting poison with poison and antidote with medicine, she will be there when she is six years old.

After getting the ointment, Su Ziyu turned his back to the bronze mirror, slowly took off his white underwear, and wore only a small hezi, ready to give himself medicine.

It's just that as soon as the clothes were taken off, Su Ziyu noticed that something was wrong.

Su Ziyu looked up at the roof, put on the underwear he had taken off, and said, "Since you are here, why don't you come down and sit down?"

The black-clothed man on the roof stiffened, he had just fallen, he lifted the tile and saw that Su Ziyu was disheveled and put the tile down, with his martial arts, how could Su Ziyu find his traces?

Could it be that this woman is really a hidden master?

Su Ziyu no longer took medicine, the man in black on the roof no longer peeped, and the two were in a stalemate for a while.

In the end, it was the man in black who jumped down and climbed through the window.

As soon as the man in black came in, he saw Su Ziyu's little face that was not powdered, but bright.

The man in black said secretly, it turned out that she looked like this, and she was like her who wore heavy makeup and smeared flowers and branches on weekdays.

Su Ziyu sat at the table, not frightened at all, but methodically rubbed medicine on his little arm

The man in black looked over, and there were purple-black bruises on Su Ziyu's white arms, all of which were defensive wounds, which seemed to be scars from resisting sticks and whips, and the scars were deep and shallow, and it seemed that he had been beaten repeatedly and for a long time.

The man in black couldn't help but wonder, if this woman really had hidden kung fu, how could she suffer so much loss and be beaten like this?

Su Ziyu said without raising his head while rubbing the medicine: "What? Do you want to give me medicine? Okay, I'm worried that my back can't reach it." ”

When Su Ziyu's words fell, he went to pull the strap of his white underwear, and the man in black was suddenly stunned, seeing that his clothes were about to be torn apart, the man in black subconsciously turned around, and reprimanded him with some annoyance: "I don't know shame." ”

When Su Ziyu saw him like this, he immediately smiled: "Tsk, Your Excellency visited the boudoir at night, stole incense and jade, but said that I am not ashamed, Your Excellency is so unreasonable!"

The man in black was stunned, and suddenly felt a little speechless.

Su Ziyu rubbed his arm and asked lazily: "Say, who are you, what are you looking for me?"

The man in black thought for a while, turned to look at Su Ziyu, and said in a cold tone: "Death Pavilion, Hades Tower." ”