The red and yellow flags flutter in the night breeze, adding some mystical color. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The dim sum that had just been placed on the offering table exuded the fragrance of oil, and the three sages of the West were still kind and kind-eyed.

Mama Bai's eyes were unwavering, and she took the bag thrown by the woman in the palace in her arms, thanked her for giving the medicine on time, and asked respectfully, "What else does the right envoy command?"

The woman who was called the right envoy sighed quietly, and added some unwillingness when she spoke: "I wanted to kill Queen Chu and add some excitement to tomorrow's canonization ceremony, but people are not as good as heaven, and only removed an insignificant grandmother beside Murong Wei, which is a pity that the sect leader has worked so hard to get good things." ”

As she spoke, the left hand of the palace woman who had been wrapped in the cloak stretched out, and a palm-sized mahogany lacquer box was held on her slender jade palm.

There was a little tiredness in her eyes, and she said in a deep voice: "Qiao Huanxia has recovered now, and she doesn't know how old she is, but she always can't help but jump, and she has too close contact with Mo Huanlian in private. These two people are full of conspiracies, and they are afraid that they will destroy the sect leader's plans, so they can't keep her in the world anymore. ”

The night wind whimpered, and the green yarn covered by the palace woman danced more and more like water, adding a trace of weirdness, closing her fierce and fierce eyes, like a Shura from hell.

A box weighed more than a thousand pounds, and Mama Bai shuddered all over, thinking of the queen mother's gloomy silver thread in the pillow table for no reason, and her heart was sour. She took the box with both hands, as if she couldn't bear the light weight, and asked in a low voice, "Dare to ask the right envoy, what is this?"

When the palace woman heard this, a moving smile appeared in her eyes, and her beautiful eyes were distorted viciously, seeping like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. Under the dim light, the delicate glutinous rice teeth were very neat and beautiful, she giggled, revealing a bit of arrogance: "What's this, the gentian grass in the secret place of Miaojiang, a good thing." ”

The name of gentian grass has never been heard of by Mama Bai. To be able to ask the right envoy to be sent into the palace so cautiously is about a very domineering poison. She held the box, her hands shaking slightly involuntarily.

A bright red Buddha flag was blown by the wind and touched the white mama's death-like face. She leaned over, seemingly respectful, but her heart was like a fiery oil, and she tried to maintain a calm voice, and continued to ask: "What do you need the old slave to do, please make it clear to the right envoy." ”

"The best solution is to fight without blood. The dead old woman never doubted your identity, and you were by her side, with plenty of opportunities to poison you. You can put away this Miao Jiang secret medicine first, and when the master tells you to do it in the next few days, I will naturally let you know. ”

The woman in the palace dress still put her hands back into her sleeves and pulled the cloak on her body, as if she couldn't bear the cold of the small Buddha hall and planned to retreat.

Seeing that Mama Bai still wanted to ask again, the palace woman's face sank: "You are so good that you take it away, I will naturally order it when it is time to use it." She bent down, her sharp index finger picked up Mama Bai's chin, and her eyes were sharp: "Bai Zhi, to be honest, the sect leader is very angry about this incident, and I still begged for you for this antidote." If there is any mistake this time, the safety of you and your brother cannot be guaranteed. ”

Mama Bai leaned on the ground, and her indifferent expression finally had a hint of emotion. If there is anything else in this world that makes her shackle, it is naturally her brother's life.

Her body trembled slightly under the flickering lights, and she fell to the ground, a low, suppressed whimper in her throat, and soon stopped. The woman smiled with satisfaction, showing a smug expression: "You wait well, there will be another big drama in this palace in a few days." ”

The lights dimmed, and the woman turned behind the Buddha statue again, and disappeared for a while.

She got up from the ground, dusted off her body, showed a calm and desperate look, and knelt back on the futon in front of the Buddha.

"The Sutra of Amitayus" has never pointed out the direction for her like today, and Mama Bai sang it over and over again, the speed is getting faster and faster, and her heart is gradually like a mirror without falling into the dust.

The hourglass flies slowly, and the night flies by. When the horizon was about to reveal the white belly of the fish, Mama Bai got up from the futon in high spirits and went back to her room to rest for a while.

Even though she never closed her eyes all night, Mama Bai did not look decadent at all, as if she had unloaded the big stone in her heart, which was unprecedented in these years.

She lit a stick of sandalwood, sat cross-legged on the big kang by the window, recalled her brother's young but clear smile back then, and let out a mournful roar: "Brother, if my brother is still in the world, he will not allow me to do these things that hurt the heavens and the truth."

The purse brought by the right envoy was still in her sleeve, and Mama Bai took it out in disgust, never even opened the purse to take a look, and threw it into the burning incense burner with the antidote, and the sweet and languishing smell gradually dispersed in the condensed and thick sandalwood, and disappeared without a trace.

When she was forced to take the dark red pill, for more than ten years, she had a night every month, watching her muscles and veins protrude inch by inch, and feeling the pain of burning in her body.

The suffering of burning oneself in the fire can be suppressed by the will of a very human being. Mama Bai refused to admit defeat, she asked for the permission of the Queen Mother, went to Wenqu Pavilion to find many old medical books, and slowly pondered ways to relieve the pain.

As time passed, she learned to relieve pain and fight poison with poison, and she no longer needed the medicine of the Millennium Master, and she never wanted to get rid of the clutches of the Millennium Sect.

There was still half an hour before dawn, and after Bathing in the morning, Mama Bai changed into a white collared bedclothes, and silently lay on the couch to close her eyes and recuperate, thinking about the road ahead.

The red candle in the palace lamp has not yet burned out, and a plain palace lamp is like water, and the dim light reflects the old body of Mama Bai. She couldn't sleep at all, Huo Ran sat up, rolled up the wide corners of her bedclothes, and her pale and swollen legs were full of deep and shallow scars. Some are old, and some still have dark red marks.

Whenever the antidote she prepared could not suppress the pain of the burning body, she would pull out the sharp knife hidden under the pillow without hesitation, and simply stab it on her legs and arms, so that these piercing pains could replace the unbearable protrusions of the tendons and veins.

Over the years, how many knives she has stabbed herself, Mama Bai has long been unable to count, only knowing that the new wounds on her legs and arms are stacked with old wounds, and there is no inch intact.

She stroked those dark red scars, remembered the face of the right envoy, and smiled contemptuously: "Burning your body, how can you put your heart in the oil pot to suffer because of the pain of burning your body?"

The verses that have been sung are like cool nectar, soothing the dry and helpless heart of Mama Bai. The light sigh of the Queen Mother before going to bed tonight has been recalled in her ears.