Wei Chu's breathing was sluggish.

The man raised his hand slightly: "Sit." ”

The voice is also as calm and clear as the sound of gold.

Neither like a seriously ill person, nor like a weak and incompetent person.

Wei Chu's heart tightened slightly, and he became more cautious.

There were two empty cushions in the room, one opposite Zhao Wushu and the other on the side, obviously meaning that one person was talking about the topic and the other was resting on the side.

Asbestos Tai hesitated for a moment and walked towards the one that was facing Zhao Wushu.

He is an elder, and it is not clear whether this Zhao Wushu is good or bad, and there is no reason for Wei Chu to face it as a weak woman.

Wei Chu tugged at his sleeve.

Anyway, in the end, she was asked to talk to Zhao Wushu, so why bother?

She walked over Asbestos Tai to Zhao Wushu and knelt down in front of him, separated by a chessboard.

Zhao Wushu looked at her with interest.

Wei Chu took off the gauze hat on his head, revealing a soft but pale face, with only a wooden hairpin and a small white flower inserted into the black bun, without the slightest embellishment.

If you look closely, there are even a few strands of gray hair on the temples.

This is what only grows on the road.

The journey was hard, Wei Chu became more and more tormented and urgent after meeting Zhou Xian, and she couldn't sleep for an hour or two every day, plus she was pregnant and drank the medicine of the tiger and wolf every day, and her body was very decaying.

is only in his early twenties, but he is still showing a three-point twilight atmosphere.

is also a seriously ill person, and he is also an excellent appearance, Zhao Wushu is no different from ordinary people, and even his complexion is full and heroic, Wei Chu is two years younger than him, but it seems that the branches are about to wither before they are fully bloomed, and they are shocking at a glance.

Zhao Wushu's expression was slightly grim.

The attitude is also a little correct: "I heard that you are here to save my life, it seems that you are the doctor?" ”

Wei Chu shook his head: "I'm not a doctor, neither is Uncle Shi, in the world today, there is only Yu Yichun who can save you." ”

Zhao Wushu smiled, playing with the white child in his hand, and the light in the room seemed to be brightened by his smile.

Wei Chu was slightly dazzled.

Even if she, who has died once, and who is full of hatred and darkness, cannot resist the charm of the man in front of her.

The King of Flowers really lives up to his name.

She narrowed her eyes slightly: "But we also know that Yu Yichun only saved him once and never made an exception, so although the prince imprisoned him, he couldn't force him." ”

She took a light breath and looked up at Zhao Wushu: "But I have a way to make an exception for him." ”

Zhao Wushu's fingers suddenly stopped, and even Zhou Chengfeng, who was standing on the side, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wei Chu.

"I've tried everything I can, but I haven't moved him, what are you going to do?" Zhao Wushu said.

"I have my own way, the prince just needs to believe me."

Believe you?

Zhao Wushu playfully pondered these three words: "What do you want?" ”

Wei Chu took out the envelope from his sleeve, put it on the chessboard, and looked directly into Zhao Wushu's eyes: "I want Zhou Xian to have nothing, and there is no place to bury him when he dies." ”

Zhao Wushu looked at the envelope, but what he noticed was that Wei Chu's nails were bruised, the blood on the back of his hand was prominent, and his finger bones were distinct, as if he would be injured if he held it.

He was so thin.

He looked into her eyes, indifferent, as if frozen in ice, but his gaze was stubborn and resolute and implicitly mad, as if a pilgrim was facing his own faith, as if he were about to hold on to the last hope.

Zhao Wushu was stunned.

Turning his gaze away, his words seemed to be mocking: "First Wei's daughter, then Zhou's wife?" In order to avenge his mother's family, can he be so ruthless to his husband who shares the same bed? ”

Wei Chu smiled dismally: "If he doesn't treat me as a wife, I won't treat him as a husband, he killed my dearest, he is my lifelong enemy, I hate him, I can't wait to eat his flesh and drink his blood!" What is a name? Whoever deceives me, deceives me, insults me, and harms me is the Son of Heaven, and I will not bow down to the slaughter! ”

Zhao Wushu looked at her with a slight surprise.

Wei Chu closed his eyes and calmed down his suddenly excited heart.

The revenge has not been avenged, she is tormented in her heart all the time, and there is never real calm and calm, as long as Zhou Xianhe is mentioned for revenge, her blood is boiling, and her heart is like a twist.

She calmed down and said in a deep voice: "It's just that I woke up too late and didn't have the ability to kill Zhou Xian, so I could only turn to the prince for help." The prince only needs to make a move, first, he can get Yu Yichun to save his life, and secondly, he can subdue Jiangnan, and the world is at his fingertips, isn't it a good thing to kill two birds with one stone? ”

Zhao Wushu smiled dumbly: "Zhou Xian has 500,000 soldiers, and he is the most powerful rebel army in the world, but in your mouth, he seems to be a defeated general under me." ”

His eyes were bright, and no one had ever believed in him so much, as if nothing could be done as long as he stretched out his hand.

People all over the world laughed at him and insulted him, and even the people around him were worried about him because of his body.

No one had ever affirmed him so much.

Zhao Wushu seemed to have a ripple in his heart, and there was an inexplicable taste.

Wei Chu said: "My father once said, the prince is a wise and powerful person. ”

"Wei Xiang......" Zhao Wushu smiled after being slightly stunned, "I see, thanks to Wei Xiang's attention, okay, as long as you can convince Yu Yichun, I will clean up Zhou Xian for you." ”

Even if she couldn't convince Yu Yichun, Zhao Wushu suddenly felt a bit like arresting that Zhou Xian.

……

Wei Chu ran around for days and negotiated with Zhao Wushu again, and when he came out, he only felt weak.

She wasn't sure that she would see Yu Yichun fall down without talking, so she forced herself to rest for one night.

I woke up before dawn the next day.

She was so excited, seeing that there was only one last step left, she couldn't calm down, she almost couldn't wait.

But she still calmly rehearsed what to do in her heart for a while, and then invited Asbestos Tai to discuss, and the game was done, and the day was bright, and she went to Yu Yichun's residence with the exquisite morning on the mountain.

Yu Yichun is said to have been kidnapped by Zhao Wushu and confined to his side for two years, Zhao Wushu was born of a strange illness that did not live to be twenty-five years old, and two years ago his subordinates found Yu Yichun who was hiding in the deep mountains and old forests to spend his old age, forcing him to stay under his nose.

But if Yu Yichun could make an exception, he would not have been given such a name, and so many people hated itchy, no matter how coercive and tempting or crying and begging to bow down in the past two years, he refused to save Zhao Wushu because he refused to save him.

Fortunately, his eldest apprentice followed him, and he was also a well-known doctor, and if the master didn't make a move, he would condition Zhao Wushu's body, although it could not be cured, but he was able to keep his body healthy, and there was no disaster or pain every day.

Because of this, Yu Yichun is so stubborn, but he still lives very chic and comfortable, when Wei Chu passed, he sat at the door early in the morning with a copper basin and sang while knocking, his voice was quite loud, and the expression on his wrinkled face was intoxicated, and he was stunned to see Nanfeng who followed Wei Chu.