As the old saying goes: "The dragon is an insect, and it can be disturbed and ridden." However, there is a scale under his throat, and if a man picks it up, he will kill. The human master also has reverse scales, and those who say it can not provoke the reverse scales of the human master, then there are few. ”

In this world, the only people who can count Zhu Zimo's scales are the deceased Master Zhu and Miss Chengxiao, and the other one who is still alive is Zhu Zimo's mother-Liu Ruyun.

Zhu Ziyao's move today accurately touched Zhu Zimo's reverse scales.

Once upon a time, Zhu Zimo and Cheng Xiao joined hands in the suburbs of Beijing, and there was a disciple who intended to be light and thin, although he was stopped by Lin Zhiwu who was accompanying him, but that night, the disciple died tragically at home, his hands were cut off by his wrist, and his death was extremely miserable.

Jing Zhaoyin investigated that incident for more than a month and did not find out the results, so it became an unsolved case. However, Lin Zhiwu didn't even need to guess to know who did it.

Therefore, if it weren't for Zhu Ziyao's disrespect to Liu Ruyun, Zhu Zimo would not have been murderous, and now it can only be said that Zhu Ziyao and the eldest lady are to blame.

When Lin Zhiwu recalled his feelings, Zhu Zimo had already walked to the main seat.

Without looking at the half-dead Zhu Hui, Zhu Zimo squatted down beside Chen Rou, who was already blurred in flesh and blood, raised his right hand to cover Chen Rou's wide eyes, moved down a distance of about a centimeter, and paused for a long time before withdrawing his hand.

Looking down at Chen Rou's eyes that couldn't be closed, Zhu Zimo could only sigh in his heart-

That's probably the way the so-called death is not blind!

Standing up, Zhu Zimo looked condescendingly at Zhu Hui, whose face was gray, and spit out a sentence coldly: "Zhu Hui, after reading today's qiē, you should also understand everything, and you can leave without attachment!"

Listening to Zhu Zimo's cold words, blood began to flow from the corners of Zhu Hui's mouth, but the blood was gray in color, obviously poisoned for a long time. Then, after his mouth opened and closed twice but never said a word, he, Zhu Hui, the current head of the Zhu family, finally closed his eyes - passed away.

At the moment when Zhu Hui closed his eyes, a cloudy tear quietly slipped from the corner of his left eye, but no one saw it, including Zhu Zimo. Then, it should be tears of remorse!

The reason why Zhu Zimo didn't kill Zhu Hui, Chen Rou and Zhu Ziyao at the beginning, but talked so much with them, in order to make Zhu Hui feel at ease even if he died.

Compared with killing Zhu Hui and them directly, Zhu Zimo was more willing to torture their spirits and souls, and only in this way did Zhu Zimo feel that his revenge had succeeded.

If it was just to kill someone, Zhu Zimo would have done it more than ten years ago.

Zhu Zimo always felt that the three of them didn't owe him anything, but they owed his mother too much, so much that he didn't want them to die comfortably.

Obviously, Zhu Zimo's goal was achieved, and Zhu Hui did not get the word "peace of mind" until his death.

Looking at the dead Zhu Hui coldly, Zhu Zimo turned around and commanded in a deep voice to everyone in the hall: "The master, the eldest lady, and the eldest young master are all deceased, and from now on, the head of the Zhu family will be me, Zhu Zimo." ”

The tone is steady, revealing an irreversible majesty.

Silent.

After a long silence, finally a person in the hall fell to the ground and shouted, "The villain greets the new master!"

There are one and two, and more and more family maids bow to the ground in the direction of Zhu Zimo, shouting "The villain (slave) meets the new master".

His gaze swept over the people of the Zhu Mansion who were kneeling in the hall, and Zhu Zimo nodded his chin slightly, which was regarded as accepting their salute.

Looking at Lin Zhiwu, who was standing by the door of the hall and was deeply in memory, Zhu Zimo said loudly: "Deputy Steward Lin, you immediately go to Steward Liu to calculate which day is the auspicious day of the zodiac, and I will give a funeral for the master, the eldest lady, and the eldest young master on that day." ”

"Ah?!Yes!" was suddenly named by Zhu Zimo, although Lin Zhiwu was a little inexplicable, he was still ordered to find Steward Liu.

The other compartment.

The wing room on the far right of the second floor of the Warm Fragrance Pavilion.

"Doctor, what's wrong with Miss Leng? But will there be anything?" Ziyu asked anxiously as she stood on the side of the wooden bed in the inner room of the wing.

Following Ziyu's line of sight, an old man with gray hair and beard but a red face that looked like a middle-aged man was sitting on a low stool next to the bed, carefully taking the pulse of Leng Qing who was lying on the bed.

The crepe doctor hung his head slightly, holding Leng Qing's pulse with one hand, and habitually brushing his white beard with a length of more than ten centimeters with the other, ignoring the anxious purple rain.

When he treated this girl's injuries last night, he felt that this girl's body was different from ordinary people, and that she could still breathe a sigh after such a serious injury and the bumps in the carriage and horses that day......

Could it be that this girl is really what the old books say......? Is it biased? Not like ordinary people on the left but on the right? If this is the case, then the prophecy of the Taoist leader that day is only about to come true, and then it will ...... Will he save or not? If so......

Doctor Crepe frowned and thought to himself, but finally shook his head lightly and sighed in his heart: That's it, as a doctor, his duty is to save people's lives and heal people's injuries, so how can he do it for the sake of unknown things in the future......

Ziyu didn't know what Doctor Crepe was thinking, and when she saw Doctor Crepe suddenly shook her head slightly, she just thought that Doctor Crepe was responding to her question just now, and Ziyu suddenly became anxious: "Doctor Crepe, you must save Miss Leng! You are the miracle doctor of our Daliang! There is no disease that you can't cure people who can't be saved, right?"

If this is not saved, the young lady will have to be sad for a while? The young lady's body is already bad, and if she is sad again, won't it make it worse??

Doctor Crepe was confused by Ziyu's inexplicable anxiety, and said in his heart: Did he say anything about this girl who couldn't be saved?

Although it was a little strange, the crepe doctor did not have any strange color on his face, and only got up and walked to the tea table in the outer room. Purple rain followed.

Glancing at the four treasures of the study room neatly placed on the tea table, the crepe doctor lifted the brush resting on the inkstone, dipped some ink, and wrote the prescription on the white raft paper.

After prescribing the medicine, Dr. Xuan replied to Ziyu carefully: "You have to match this medicine carefully, each pair of medicinal materials is not too much and not less, twice a day, each time with three bowls of water to simmer into a bowl before it can be used for this cold girl to drink." Remember, until the wounds on her body heal, there is no water to be seen, otherwise it is easy to contract inflammation, and then it will be really troublesome. Also, within three days, if this cold girl has any signs of fever, you must notify me as much as possible, and there must be no delay. ”

Ziyu wrote down the crepe doctor's instructions one by one, and then sent the crepe doctor away from the Zhu Mansion with a smile.

The words are divided into two ends. The front hall of the Zhu Mansion.

As soon as Lin Zhiwu left with his front foot, Lin Zhisheng hurried with his back foot.

Before his left leg entered the front hall, Lin Zhisheng opened his mouth and shouted: "Second Young Master, there is a woman in purple outside the mansion who asks to see you, this is her token to Zhisheng, saying that as long as you see this token, you will know who she is!"

Hearing this, Zhu Zimo followed Lin Zhisheng's shouting voice and looked at Lin Zhisheng's raised right hand.

On Lin Zhisheng's right hand, he pinched a piece of sky-blue brocade with a sky-blue tassel on the top and a blood-red butterfly-shaped jade pendant with a blood-red body with his thumb and forefinger.

When Lin Zhiwu ran closer, he saw that the lifelike butterfly had a small snake with its body entwined on its wings. The two little snakes seemed to have been born from the wings of that butterfly, strange and bewitching.

At first glance, when he saw the butterfly-shaped jade pendant in Lin Zhisheng's hand, Zhu Zimo knew who was looking for him.

didn't ask much, Zhu Zimo directly ordered Lin Zhisheng, who was about to run in front of him: "Zhisheng, take that woman to the study of the Han Academy, and I will go over and wait first." ”

"Uh?!Yes!" Hearing that Zhu Zimo didn't ask who was coming and directly asked him to take people to the study of the Han Academy, Lin Zhisheng couldn't help but be a little surprised, but after being surprised, he still respectfully accepted the order and retreated.

Lin Zhisheng was unmoved by the one in the hall, and even, when he walked out of the door of the front hall, Lin Zhisheng stepped directly over the maid who had been dead for a long time lying at the door of the hall.

When Lin Zhisheng entered the door, he stepped over the body of the maid who had been dead for a long time as calmly as he did now, at that time, Zhu Zimo could be regarded as Lin Zhisheng running in a hurry and didn't care about his feet, but now, ......

Putting all of Lin Zhisheng's actions into his eyes, Zhu Zimo's eyes suddenly became very cold.

Lin Zhisheng didn't know what kind of eyes Zhu Zimo looked at him when he left, but he just took the butterfly-shaped jade pendant and went to the door of Zhu's mansion to lead the woman in purple to the Han Courtyard.

In front of the Zhu Mansion.

"Master let me take the girl to the study in the master's courtyard, please come with me!" Lin Zhisheng said to the purple-clothed woman who was looking down at the bottom of the three steps in front of the mansion and didn't know what she was thinking after receiving the order to return to the gate of the Zhu Mansion.

The woman in purple with a girl's hanging bun and purple beaded flowers on both sides of the bun looked up in response, it was the Xuanwu in the brightly lit courtyard outside the dark passage last night! Wasn't she sent to Jiangnan by Zhu Zimo last night? Why did she appear here at this moment?

"Thank you, little brother. Xuanwu smiled lightly, put his hands on his waist, and thanked Lin Zhisheng.

Standing up, Xuanwu stepped on the stairs and walked in front of Lin Zhisheng.

Lin Zhisheng glanced at Xuanwu, who looked very well-behaved with low eyebrows, and asked as if he was asking casually: "The girl's jade pendant looks strange and strange, how can there be a small snake on the wings of a butterfly?"

As soon as Lin Zhisheng's voice fell, Xuanwu replied unhurriedly: "The little woman doesn't know what kind of butterfly this is, but she got acquainted with the second young master by chance three years ago, and the second young master gave this jade pendant to the little woman. The little woman heard the second young master say that this jade pendant was also given to the second young master by a woman whom the second young master met by chance, but the second young master had not seen the woman since then, and the second young master felt that it was useless to keep this jade pendant, so he gave it to the little woman as a token at a critical moment. ”