The palace is not a place of great evil, but people who are too kind often cannot survive here. Friendly reminder of the first update website of this book, Baidu please search + read the book network Just as every place in the world must have its rules of survival, as long as you can grasp the scale and make full use of it, you can mix it up very quickly like a fish in water.

And Jimo has no intention, it just so happens that she has never lacked such ability, so even in the Red Fire Palace, where everyone is in a dilemma, she still looks at a group of harem women who think highly of themselves as a strong person, even if they are the pillow people of Yan Lie, the king of a country.

Ever since she casually inflicted some innocuous little poison on those two stupid women at that day and night banquet, the reputation of the Guigu Doctor Immortal's ruthlessness has spread in the palace again, even better than ever, and it has a tendency to intensify. At the same time, no one saw when she did it that night, so later, the glass hall where she lived began to become deserted within a radius of ten miles, and the people in the palace, even if they were idle, did not dare to run to this realm to touch her moldy head, for fear that this miracle doctor would quietly end himself up if he was in a bad mood one day. At this point, Jimo's unintentional daily diet and daily life were completely taken care of by the four major maids, because looking at the palace, no one dared to risk his life. Fortunately, the master and servant have long been accustomed to this kind of life, and they are also happy to be out of the world.

On this day, Jimo Wuxin came back from the imperial study to diagnose Yan Lie's pulse as usual, although there was nothing special about the expression on his face, but he was as keen as a dance, and he still smelled a little unusual smell from it.

"Master, but is there anything wrong with the poison in the emperor's body?" Thoughtfully served a mint herbal tea to Jimo Wuxin, who was sitting in front of the window, and asked in a soft tone. She could see that her master seemed to be a little absent-minded, and she thought that it should be for the illness of the Emperor of the Red Fire Country.

I took the high-quality white porcelain tea cup with a disdainful heart, and Jimo unintentionally took a sip of the green and blue tea soup, only to feel the unique coolness and freshness of mint coming to my face, sliding down from my throat and eyes all the way to my abdomen, which was almost about to impact the full depression. Sighing comfortably, she put down her cup, looked at the blazing sun in the middle of summer outside the window, and a pair of water and autumn pupils subconsciously squinted: "Not only is there a problem, but it is very tricky." ”

She had tried all the prescriptions she could, but there was not even the slightest sign of eradication, except for the suppressive effect. If this continues, at most ten days, I'm afraid Yan Lie will die. Unless, she's willing to use that last method......

"What? How can it be?! A pair of good-looking eyes widened in surprise, and Wuwen seemed to be quite incredulous: "With your master's medical skills, how can you ......?"

Smiled and raised her hand to stop the sentence she hadn't finished speaking, Jimo Wuxin's gaze slowly wandered, but finally it was fixed on a water lily in the courtyard pool: "Wuwen, don't think too highly of me, I'm just like you, after all, I'm just a mortal, what life and death, flesh and bones, it's just a miracle that can be born in 1 ten,000." "She is not a god, she has no ability to control life and death in the world, she just has a little more courage than ordinary people to dare to fight against fate, and the rest is not worth mentioning at all.

"But the master ......" hesitated to refute a sentence or two, but Wuwen had just started before he was interrupted by Jimo Wuxin.

"I remember when Master was alive, he once told me that the cycle of heavenly principles, life and death are fateful, and the path of medicine is endless. The unhurried voice sounded softly in the room, just like the whispering sound made by Yiren when he was resting, there was a special charm that was indescribable and inexplicable, just listening to it, Wuwen felt that he was about to get drunk: "So many times, even if I have the ability to save people's lives, I don't want to intervene more, because once life and death are involved too much, I will no longer be the person that Master expects in his heart." ”

Your mother's original surname was Jimo, and I named you Wuxin, and in the future, you will be called Jimo Wuxin.

After many years, Master's voice still seems to linger in the depths of her mind, reminding her of the purpose of her survival all the time.

You should be unintentional, loveless, and loveless, and only in this way can you become the perfect weapon for revenge. If you can't even do this, then the teacher advises you to give up early. Wuxin, do you understand why I gave you such a name?

Yes, Master, I understand. But now, I can't......

A pair of bright and gorgeous black eyes seemed to flash in front of him, and in the virtual shadow, Jimo Wuxin seemed to vaguely see that many years ago, the handsome young man dressed in white was like a fairy in a mess and picked up his scarred and dying self, smiling with pity and like a god: "Little girl, let's go with me......"

"Master, let me make an exception once, this only time, even if it doesn't work, at least I've done my best." Smiling at the empty picture that did not actually exist, Jimo Wuxin made up his mind at this moment: "So, please bless me." ”

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